November 17, 2007

• Theater
  
  Last night, Hunter, LibbyK, and I went to see State High’s production of The Miracle Worker. It was very well done, a touching and powerful drama.  But, it was a drama. Ho-hum. I didn’t realize how much I love a comedy on stage.
  
  Tomorrow, I get to see both productions of Little Women at our church. Hunter is Professor B.  Kleinekatze is Jo.  The costumes look amazing. I haven’t seen much of the play itself, so I can’t report on that. I’ll have to tell you more later.
  
  “How’s the novel going?” you asked? Thanks for asking! I’ve written 23,664 words so far this month which puts me behind by 3012 words. I don’t know how much writing time I’ll get today (especially if I keep writing Xanga entries). I’ll spend the majority of my evening at Youth Group. Tomorrow, I should be able to get three or four hours in before the first performance of Little Women. I can’t afford to fall any more behind!
  
  Here’s a poem that I especially liked.
  
  Beside the Point
  by Stephen Cushman
  
  The sky has never won a prize.
  
  The clouds have no careers.
  The rainbow doesn’t say my
  work,
  thank goodness.
  
  The rock in the creek’s not so
  productive.
  The mud on the bank’s not too pragmatic.
  There’s nothing
  useful in the noise
  the wind makes in the leaves.
  
  Buck up now, my
  fellow superfluity,
  and let’s both be of that worthless
  ilk,
  self-indulgent as shooting stars,
  self-absorbed as
  sunsets.
  
  Who cares if we’re inconsequential?
  At least we can revel,
  two good-for-nothings,
  in our irrelevance; at least come and make
  no
  difference with me.
  
  It doesn’t emulate a good ethic, I suppose, but some days, I want to throw all that out the window.

  And, for those who like to look at pictures….
  
  Gockle420 and his clarinet.  (And a wig, too, in case you wondered)
  
  
  
  
  The cast of James Bond at Make a Movie Night
  
  
  
  
  My mantle, or a bit of it at least
   

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