February 2010
45 posts
Tonight.
What I should be doing: Rereading Walter Benjamin’s “The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction” and coming up with discussion questions.
What I am doing: Rereading Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close and going to sleep early (even for me).
A night well spent.
January 2010
53 posts
I am so cold.
I can’t stop shivering and my hands are purple. As in, actually purple. My toes are, too. But they’re in shoes. But I checked. They’re purple.
I want warmth.
I can’t convince myself to do anything today.
I need to stop being a miniature ogre and get back to life.
Today I looked in the mirror
And I thought to myself, “Gee,” Because, I acutally say gee when I think to myself. Not even kidding. Anyway. I thought to myself, “Gee, Becca. Even your hair is tired today. Look at those lazy curls, girl.”
Then I realized that that didn’t make any sense whatsoever.
Or worse, expelled.
Reading my textbook about social structures in rhesus monkeys (I know, thrilling) I came across this little gem:
“If you do not act like this, then you may get punished or, worse, expelled.”
Oh Hermione. I knew you were smart, but I had no idea that you were an evolutionary psychologist.
In my quest to regain my positive attitude, I...
grumblewallowwallowcry
This absolutely sucks. And I usually try to avoid channelling negative energy into the internet, but I feel like maybe if I do I can at least get it out of my system, which is probably unlikely but I’m willing to try because these past few days have really been frustrating.
It’s not like anything has really gone wrong. No drama. No major disappointments, or at least none that I...
I’m really glad that most of my friends are watching The Pregnancy Pact on Lifetime right now.
Me too.
Happy Saturday night.
WatchOh you crazy JabbaWockeeZ. You’re no Gene Kelly, but I’ll give you props.
Dear physical therapist,
I think that if you stopped trying to torture me, we could be besties. Let’s try that, instead of seeing how much we can hurt me. After all, I almost don’t limp anymore and I can sort of go down the stairs without looking too odd, that should be good enough.
Sincerely, Becca
Goal for this semester:
Master a shorthand system.
This will inevitably require massive research when I should be working on things for class, but in the long run, I feel it will be beneficial. Or at least entertaining.
I think Regina Spektor will be my soundtrack for...
I’m normally a glass half-full kind of person. But, if the next couple of days got a little bit less gross, that’d be awesome.
I keep writing about writing...
But somehow that’s not as productive as it sounds.
First draft will be finished by Saturday. And that’s that.
I just spent an hour memorizing the state capitals. Thanks, sporcle!
When nothing else is going my way, it helps to know that I still make kick-ass chocolate chip cookies.
I love baking them. They are my favorite thing to make. I especially love baking them in my Mom’s kitchen, where everything makes sense. I have a routine. Everything is always where it should be. Melt the butter, mix the sugar, soak the pyrex, add the rest, one sheet without...
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(Slight) creepiness is always totally acceptable when in the name of superfantasticawesome playwrights like Sarah Ruhl!
PS: Melancholy Play is my absolute favorite.
Lish: SLEEP
Poof: TEN MORE MINUTES MOM
Lish: Fine! i don't want your grades to drop because you were up all night talking to your friends on facespace or whatever it is you kids are up to these days
Poof: oh. my. gawd. you are like so embarrassing I can't even believe it I'm litrally dying!
Lish: 10 more minutes lady and don't make me tell you again! oh and i forgot to put a snack in your lunch for school tomorrow but there are some pudding cups on the top shelf! i'll be at work by the time you wake up. have a great day of school! make me proud!!
Poof: whatever mom. go knit a sweater or something and get out of my life. (never leave me)
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Thoughts on Vibrators.
Attention caught? Perfect. Settle in, there are a lot of words about to happen up in hurr.
Sarah Ruhl.
Because here’s the thing. I am in love with this woman. Let me tell you all about her. She is BEAUTIFUL. Ok. This is not coherent. Because I’m in love with her.
Seriously, though. If you haven’t heard of her, go out immediately to a.) a really good library, b.) a...
X Dance Blog! →
Check it out, friends, because apparently this is what I’m doing with my life. Well, not the blog part… the dramaturgy part… which really doesn’t come into play for X Dance too much…
JUST LOOK AT IT.
Note to self (and Tumblr)
Next time I want to spend a few hours in the city before seeing a show… remind me that I can’t walk properly, and my ankle will be hugely swollen and largely immobile by the end.
So worth it though. Stay tuned tomorrow for thoughts on Sarah Ruhl, In the Next Room, the history of the vibrator, pictures of Bean and I posing with stuff, and more!
