"I'm a long way from where I've been
But I gotta keep movin'
Movin'
Movin' Lawd,
Till I move on in..."
~Don't Bother Me 'Cause I Can't Cope
I've posted this quote before, but it has never seemed more true.
Lisa said the title is enough
Friday, March 19, 2004
Thursday, March 18, 2004
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
I think Niki wants to use "Is this love?" (Bob Marley) for his wedding... As Lisa recalls, that's the song that I chose for my wedding (which, admittedly, is a little less real to me as Jenni and Niki's...). I chose it... where, Lisa? In Oklahoma? Arkansas? Texas? Did I choose my wedding dance in Texas? In the car on Hwy 40. It made me so happy. I mean, look at the words:
"I wanna love you and treat you right
I wanna love you ev-e-ry day and ev-e-ry night
We'll be together, with the roof right over our heads
We'll have the shelter of my single bed
We'll share the same room, yeah, but Jah provide the bread."
If Niki persuades Jenni to dance to that Rastafarian love song (I will be surprised), I suppose I could use it too, twenty years later at my wedding. But if he does, I just want you all to know that it was my idea first!
"I wanna love you and treat you right
I wanna love you ev-e-ry day and ev-e-ry night
We'll be together, with the roof right over our heads
We'll have the shelter of my single bed
We'll share the same room, yeah, but Jah provide the bread."
If Niki persuades Jenni to dance to that Rastafarian love song (I will be surprised), I suppose I could use it too, twenty years later at my wedding. But if he does, I just want you all to know that it was my idea first!
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Bethany and I had a neat discussion tonight about the games we played during childhood. I realised that I have been writing before I knew how to write--whenever we played house or somekind of game like that (situational--restaurant, doctor, library) I always bossed people around, giving them plot guidelines. I knew what every character had to do. I must have been a pain in the ass, but it's kind of fun to think about.
Anyway, it's looking at things like that: the pages and pages of letters i wrote to Erik; the books marjorie and I passed during the long DSA hours filled with our writing; the journals i have kept since 8th grade; sitting with my mom, at the age of five, dictating to her plays I wrote while she typed them on her wordprocessor--remembering these helps me to say, "yeah, i was supposed to be a writer all along." And the disappointment of giving up on my theater dreams doesn't seem so heavy. Besides, is there really that big of a difference between theater and being a writer? Not so huge.
Anyway, it's looking at things like that: the pages and pages of letters i wrote to Erik; the books marjorie and I passed during the long DSA hours filled with our writing; the journals i have kept since 8th grade; sitting with my mom, at the age of five, dictating to her plays I wrote while she typed them on her wordprocessor--remembering these helps me to say, "yeah, i was supposed to be a writer all along." And the disappointment of giving up on my theater dreams doesn't seem so heavy. Besides, is there really that big of a difference between theater and being a writer? Not so huge.
Sunday, March 14, 2004
"Open your heart and grow with what life sends
That's your ticket to the Festival of Friends."
Grow with what life sends. What a great idea. This weekend life sent me a workshop that perplexed me. I can choose to let it drag me down or teach me something. And I guess it's taught me that I'd rather slave over a profession that tells its aspirers to "Read everything you can get your hands on," than "Watch TV every chance you get."
That's your ticket to the Festival of Friends."
Grow with what life sends. What a great idea. This weekend life sent me a workshop that perplexed me. I can choose to let it drag me down or teach me something. And I guess it's taught me that I'd rather slave over a profession that tells its aspirers to "Read everything you can get your hands on," than "Watch TV every chance you get."
