Summerfest

Well, I just got back from the glamour that is working for Summerfest. Nothing like hauling truss around and pulling multi cable for the stars. I got more work out of it than I did last year, and ended up getting some time on the fourth - hooray for double time. I just happened across an old friends weblog today, and posted a comment. hopefully he'll catch it. I'm looking forward to the All-Star game since C-Lee is in it. I haven't yet seen the home-run derby, I hope he won - I'm going to catch the replay on the duece of the espn.

I missed my train from Kenosha tonight heading back home, and so I had to catch one in Waukeegan, which set me back about an hour and I didn't get to watch the game (although I did get a few chapters of Madame Bovary in, hopefully I'll finish that up tonight. A bunch of high school girls got on the train going to Ravinia for some concert, and I tell you, I don't miss high school. They were screaming back and forth to each other from the moment they got on the train. You'd think that they were all deaf. I don't get it, maybe I'm getting older, but I like a little peace and quiet on my train rides. I almost put in some earplugs that I had from working at Summerfest this past week. (for wearing during sound checks).

Thats all for now

Another quarter

Brian Nichols is being rearrested as I write this. What a crappy couple of weeks for the justice department. I really have problems understanding what drives people to this. I just hope that things settle down and get back to a sort of normalcy. I personally just have to buckle back down and get to work on finishing this quarter. Finals are overwhelming, but I look at what is going on in the world around me, and feel I don't have the right to be overwhelmed. I suppose that when things like this happen, we must all just go on as if little happened or we would get mired in depression and fear and never accomplish anything.

I saw and exciting theatre piece last night called "Curse of the Crying Heart." It was at the Via Duct theatre in Chicago, and was a mix of a rock concert, movie and a play. Much stage combat was involved. The piece was a little rough, but it shows promise of a great direction for theatre, and seems very forward looking.

Another Day, Another paper cut

I talked to my friend Melissa in Alabama today. We may hang out over Thanksgiving, which is cool. Part of me misses the old undergrad crowd, and I'm missing my friends from ye old MRT. Fortunately, I'm so bogged down with work that I don't notice. At least I'll get some sleep tonight. My head has been giving me some issues as of late. I think it's from the weight that I'm carrying back and forth to classes. I haven't measured, but it's at least two pounds (times thirty). I really need to have some time off soon. I'm getting overwhelmed again. I'm trying to keep some time to myself in so that I don't have a nervous breakdown or get sick.

I'm excited about some new books I got. Natural Light and the Italian Piazza by Sandra Davis Lakeman and Light, How to See it, How to Paint it by Lucy Something or Other(I Think it Starts With a "W").

Untitled by Annonymous

I am quite upset at the recent defeat of Senator Kerry of Massachusetts. I am also quite busy at making little things. I am in Model building, which might seem like the creation of exceptionally good looking women who wear clothes for a living. It is not. It is the other modeling - building little things. In this I find myself impatient and lacking a certain necessary dexterity needed for such endeavors. Although there is the healthy prospect of inhaling lead solder fumes. MMM, good. I worked on two staircases today, and the first was a dismal failure. The second, still in progress, shows promise. I only hope that I can finish it to a decent place that I feel good showing it for class on Tuesday. I saw Shakespeare today. Some blue-hairs behind me were complaining about not understanding it, and how you need to read it to get it. Just go see Shakespeare more is my remedy. It is much better on its feet than written. The script is like a piece of uncarved wood. It holds the potential to become a turned chair leg, toothpicks or ashes (and many other things in between). But without a decision made to start it remains a block of wood.

One more day into the fray

Why is it I always have so much to say, and it all drifts away from me as I sit down to write? More time spent over in Cahn today. We kicked some major ass; I hung and cabled two ladders and got the oportunity to play in the Marklift. That's one of those scissor lifts with the joystick to drive while you are up in the air. I am continuing to work on Da Vinci. I did my silverpoint drawing, and may begin to include pics of my work here en le blog. The next thing is a bas relief, of which my subject is a Da Vinci drawing of a piece of linen. I was working on it today and felt connected with the clay. This weekend I still have to tackle bridge construction, the bas relief and Henry VIII. All this and I have to work on Saturday and Sunday focusing in the Cahn. I just hope that I get to focus a lot since I was hanging this show while everybody else was focusing in the Barber.

Cahn goodness

So we were over in Cahn today, and what a frustrating day it was. We were out of 6x16s, 19 degrees and cheeseburoughs. It took us way too long to get anything done, and that is always frustrating to me. I also spent a good portion of the day trying to set up this bridge project that is going to kick my ass. Seems like fun. I did get to use my new silverpoint equipment last night. That was great fun. And Berto States Great Reckonings in Little Rooms: On the Phenomenology of Theatre gave me new insight as I reread the introduction. I began to think as a philosopher reading the book as opposed to a theatre artist and that helped me to reconcile the grossly overwritten introduction with the content of the book proper. I may be seeing my uncle this weekend for the first time in over ten years (I'm not quite sure specifically how long), but I'm looking forward to that.

introduction to blogging

I have not a clue what this will turn into, let us see where it goes. I hope not to let this fall by the wayside, as I have a need to put my thoughts down somewhere