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imliteratedamnit
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Interests: scuba, theater, shakespeare, arthur miller, baseball (the astros), music, the beatles, me, clothes, southern baptist revival tent meetings. i don't like capital letters.
Expertise: all of the above. really i do. hmmm i think i'm gonna hold a tent meeting in st andrews. itll be fun and mississippi-ish. if you wanna testify just tell me. if you need some healing, thats cool too i can take care of it.
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7/2/2004
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| I've decided to switch to blogspot because xanga is for 12 year old girls. Which I'm decidedly not.
I think.
http://imliteratedamnit.blogspot.com | | |
| I'm feeling terribly philanthropic. I want to endow something. Maybe an opera house.
I've been reading James Fenimore Cooper lately. Pretty slick stuff, American Romanticism. It's all noble savage this and God-fearing explorer that. Slightly cheesy and just a touch melodramatic, but at the end of the day it's just such a great series of books. They're like Thoreau meets Clancy. I went into the woods to learn how to live deliberately....and kick some serious America-hating ass!
On an entirely unconnected note, but something I've been meaning to write about for ages, did you know there's an Ann Summers store in Victoria Station. I just think it kinda funny that in a station named for a bastion of moral uprightness, or at least an outward show of it, there's an Ann Summers. I was waiting for a train at the time and sort of bored so I started thinking. Of Queen Victoria and Ann Summers. Eww. No wonder I haven't remembered this in so long. That's really gross.
I went into Waterstone's to try to get it out of my mind. Book stores typically do a very good job of distracting my ADD mind faster than a game of Calvinball descends into chaos. Not this time though. The first display I saw was Romance. Naturally, I thought of Queen Victoria, Ann Summers, and bodice ripping romance novels. It was a bad day.
Though this does make a nice segueway into my literary goal. I used to want a Pullitzer prize. That would have been so boss. But then I realized there's more money in other things, and frankly, I like money. A Pullitzer would be nice, but I've moved on to bigger things. I want an airport bestseller. You know, like the Da Vinci Code or something. I think I can do it. All I need is a heroic, globe trotting hero (either a spy, assassin, or thief), a strong, professional woman who gets caught up in international intrigue, a secret conspiracy, about 60 different cities, and some snappy writing. I've totally got this in the bag. The millions will roll in. Then I can endow all I want.
Or maybe I'll buy a really big boat. | | |
| Alrighty, so tonight I went and saw the Houston G&S do Gondoliers. It was ok I guess. I don't particularly like Gondoliers, but it also wasn't a great production. It was sort of devoid of energy, most of the acting sucked, one of the sop principals was hardly up to par. I hate to say this because I know she'll read it and her ego doesn't need anymore boosting, but Imogen could have done it better. There was also a really fat lady playing the duchess (read morbidly obese) who would have disgusted bradford. On the plus side, most of the guy performances were really good. I'm also becoming more and more convinced of the awesomeness of my brilliant interpretation of Yeoman. It's still fairly top secret, but expect something huge. Of course I still haven't decided if I even want to apply to direct. Even if I did I probably wouldn't get it.
Ok on non G&S notes. I saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It was absolutely amazing. Everything I hoped for. Afterwards I went to House of Pies for dinner then headed back out to the FC. This morning I was bored.
I'm reading a book of Hemingway Short stories. They're so cool. They're all about brave but tragically flawed people who wind up dying. It gets a bit repetitive after three hundred pages, but whatever. Still cool. They also have an astounding way of making you want to go to Africa and kill things or maybe become a bull fighter. Toro.
Which brings me back to G&S. During the tra la tra la tra la tra la bit all I could think of was giraffe giraffe giraffe giraffe. Sorry, make that gerafe gerafe gerafe gerafe. | | |
| It's been a while. Ice cream is going well, lots of stories for when the spirit moves me.
I just went and saw the Enron documentary. It was amazing. Is it wrong that the only thing I took away from it was, "Wow, those guys were fucking brilliant. I wonder if I could ever do that. I bet I could." Yes. Yes it is.
I've also hit upon an amazing idea. James O'Connor: The Franchise Program. It's gonna be super lucrative. | | |
| I'm an absolute idiot. Now I'm listening to Rent. I really am the biggest idiot ever. I know no one reading this cares or has any idea why I'm an idiot, but somehow I feel better that with any luck someone else will see that I know how stupid I am. I may even be illiterate.
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe. | | |
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