WARNING!

Reading this blog has made people want to kill themselves, so if you are easily depressed, perhaps you should find something more uplifting to do, like watch a Holocaust documentary or read a Cormac McCarthy novel.

Friday, March 30, 2007

i'm beginning to think mr. eliot was wrong

april is not the cruelest month. march is. first chad, then mark, now jeremy.

too many thoughts to sort them right now. found the following on heather's blog - an excellent reminder in these days.

"There is hope in the midst of hopelessness. Death is not where we lose; the onset of hopelessness is the great defeater. So allow hope to rise up within you. And when it seems that hopefulness is the least appropriate response in this situation, let it rise up even more. Whisper your hope when you lie down at night; scream your hope when you wake in the morning. Live your hope as if it is the one and only thing that sustains you in this ravaged world. You will not be disappointed."

written by mark palmer, who threw off this mortal coil just over a year ago.

gentlemen, rest in peace and help us to rest in hope.
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Thursday, March 29, 2007

for jeremy

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.


Godspeed, my friend, until we meet again.
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Tuesday, March 27, 2007

percolating things

yes, for the record, while i'd like to say i hate steely dan, the truth is, i can't even muster the energy to care that much. i'm just flabbergasted anyone likes them. like listening to paint dry.

i don't have to teach tomorrow. completely forgot kurt, kristin and i were scheduled to take a look at revamping the sophomore curriculum based on some conversations we had this past fall. i know i talked about it briefly then, but the quickie version is we're looking at spending the first trimester focusing on writing and the second on literature. obviously it cannot be a clean break, but it would allow us to spend more concentrated time on writing, which is our goal. i'm excited to sit down and look how this concept might play out concretely. will take some work on our parts, but it's the kind of work i enjoy, unlike grading bibliographies. really, can they not alphabetize? or are they just lazy?

currently experiencing flashbacks to my junior high days. the rest of my house church is wanting to set me up with someone and honestly, i felt completely uncomfortable. i remember at some point i stopped telling my mom when i liked someone because she always made a huge deal out of it. same feeling i am getting now. i know their intention is not to make me uncomfortable and i am actually flattered that they think enough of me to want to see me make some kind of connection. but for me, it's hard for me to even answer, especially since i've "met" this person once and that for twenty seconds and i'm being asked if i could see myself going out with her and all i can think is, "we barely made eye contact. i'm not sure i could even pick her out of a line up if i saw her. and i'm supposed to be able to determine if i like her or not?"

yes, i know these are my issues. and i own them.

i read an interesting article posted to one of my mailing lists called "The Pathologies of Hope" by barbara ehrenreich (you can read it for yourself here). interesting look at this thing called hope and how in some cases it has been twisted by society. one paragraph in particular resonated with me:

In fact, there is some evidence that the ubiquitous moral injunction to think positively may place an additional burden on the already sick or otherwise aggrieved. Not only are you failing to get better but you're failing to feel good about not getting better. Similarly for the long-term unemployed, who, as I found while researching my book Bait and Switch, are informed by career coaches and self help books that their principal battle is against their own negative, resentful, loser-like feelings. This is victim blaming at its crudest, and may help account for the passivity of Americans in the face of repeated economic insult.

since high school, if not earlier, i've had a problem with that "moral injunction." on many occasions, i remember being told by well-meaning people that my occasional journeys into the darkness of life were ruining my life and were, in fact, something God frowned upon. and my reaction was always, "great. now, not only am i making my own life miserable, but i've disappointed God, too." how is this a good thing to tell someone who is already feeling bad. frankly, some days i just want to tell all those positive people to shut the frak up. just as feeling bad won't make my situation any better, thinking happy thoughts isn't going to change my situation either. and sometimes, for me anyway, i feel much better after letting the darkness come in instead of keeping it at a distance.

don't get me wrong - like ehrenreich, i'm not an advocate for hopelessness, though i'm sure that's how it appears to some on the outside. i've seen too much in this world to believe there's no hope. but i've also seen too much to know that putting a positive spin on everything is lying to oneself at a fundamental level. there are painful things in this world. there is darkness. to ignore it and pretend it is the light only makes you more likely to be swallowed up by it in the end.

it dovetails with the latest oprahnomenon, the secret by rhonda byrne, which i just heard about for the first time yesterday. i haven't done much research on it (for obvious reasons) but it sounds like a variation on ye olde name-it-claim-it/healthandwealth gospel we've been hearing in christian circles for ages. if you imagine it, it will be yours. if you constantly think of yourself as rich, you will become rich. if you think positively about your job, you'll find yourself in a better job. what boggles my mind is people are buying this (it's been on the nytimes bestseller list for ten weeks at least, probably with a lot of help from oprah). while i'd like to believe our brains have that kind of power, i think it's a load of crap. yeah, i'm sure if all those living in poverty just thought of themselves as doing better, they'd be able to escape. its a crass combination of positive thinking and materialism and, well, i'm so disgusted i'm going to stop talking about it.

i really didn't mean to come here tonight to rant and rave. but obviously i had some things to sort out. or spew out, i guess.

i get to sleep in tomorrow a bit - don't have to be at the white house until 7:15, which means i don't have to leave the house until 6:30, what with traffic and all, so i can sleep in an hour. excellent. here's hoping this unnatural heat we're experiencing doesn't keep me from sleeping tonight, though the way i feel right now, sleep seems far, far away. have i ever mentioned how much i hate to sweat?

enough for tonight.
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Tunes: rancid - time bomb

Sunday, March 25, 2007

i am a frakkin idiot

9:28 and the dance competition is finally ending, but i won't get out of here until after 10:00, which means i won't be home in time to watch the BSG finale like i had hoped. i also still haven't eaten because, well, i thought i might get out of here early enough to eat, but then didn't and then it was too late to go grab something and hours passed and so here i am, getting ready to eat dinner on the way home at 10:00. might help me get through tomorrow's fasting, but will probably screw up my sleeping. ah well, i can watch BSG if i can't fall asleep.

excited that tomorrow starts the final week of classes before spring break. five more days and then freedom for nine. excellent. no special plans this year, other than putting together the music for sarah's wedding. and rehearsals. probably won't even head up to kent, though i might send out an email, see if there's any possibility. still waiting for my first completely normal week of classes since february - between snow days and ogt testing and being sick and pep assemblies and spring break and the wedding, it will be the end of april before i spend five solid days in school. not complaining, of course, just saying...

i've lost my midsummer script and haven't heard back from ted whether or not they found it on thursday. i hope so. i also have an idea on how to play puck but want to wait until i get approval from the directors to talk about it. it fits the time period, but i'm not sure if it will fit with the vision of the production. but i think it would be great and would be fun to do. i'll post about it once i find out yeah or nay.

i can tell spring is here in a locksley hall kind of way. the dream without the object. yikes. and we're only a week in.

i got tagged by thom. will have to get back to that this week. need to narrow it down....kind of cruel, me without rory to help.

ok, need to start wandering about, seeing if all is in order. who knows, i might get out by 10:00. not holding my breath....
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Tunes: rem - fall on me