...who, incidentally, knows all of the lyrics to "MacArthur Park"...had a dream last night that Christopher Walken hit him over the head with a laundry basket (apparently there was some altercation). That beats anything I've got.
Today was also his half birthday. I got him a 20th anniversary Optimus Prime Transformer figure (which is, if I do say so myself, pretty much the coolest ever), and there was much happiness. Really we don't do half birthdays, but I bought it for him a little while ago, and knew I was never going to make it until August.
I didn't.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Saturday, February 18, 2006
"How to do what you love"
I found an interesting article on the above topic. Appropriate, considering how many conversations I've had recently on vocation, calling, the future, etc, etc. I'm not sure I agree with all of his suppositions, and I would hardly consider his advice axiomatic, but some good points, nonetheless.
Just finished watching Bergman's The Seventh Seal (that would be the one with the knight playing chess with Death). I liked it. I will have to think about it, but it wasn't nearly so pretentiously artistic as I have been led to believe (either that, or *I* have become pretentious...don't answer).
Also, as it turns out, science has "proven" that our subconscious mind is better at making decisions. I now have scientific validation for something I've often noticed in myself, where time spent "making a decision" is really just accepting the decision I have already made.
I was just talking about something similar last night with Johanna, about the ideas that seem to spring fully formed from the mind, like Athena in armor, that seem (whether regarding a story, or a poem, or theology) to just fit, almost like self-evident truth. I suppose they're all really the work of what Stephen King called "the blue collar guys", that part of your brain that is always grinding away on something while you are doing something else (as opposed to the glamorous "consciously deep and meaningful thoughts" part of the brain).
Probably why some of my best ideas come while washing dishes or standing in the shower.
Just finished watching Bergman's The Seventh Seal (that would be the one with the knight playing chess with Death). I liked it. I will have to think about it, but it wasn't nearly so pretentiously artistic as I have been led to believe (either that, or *I* have become pretentious...don't answer).
Also, as it turns out, science has "proven" that our subconscious mind is better at making decisions. I now have scientific validation for something I've often noticed in myself, where time spent "making a decision" is really just accepting the decision I have already made.
I was just talking about something similar last night with Johanna, about the ideas that seem to spring fully formed from the mind, like Athena in armor, that seem (whether regarding a story, or a poem, or theology) to just fit, almost like self-evident truth. I suppose they're all really the work of what Stephen King called "the blue collar guys", that part of your brain that is always grinding away on something while you are doing something else (as opposed to the glamorous "consciously deep and meaningful thoughts" part of the brain).
Probably why some of my best ideas come while washing dishes or standing in the shower.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
In what turned out to be a post mostly about theaters of various sorts...
So I decided to just make a scattered list of complex sentences and sentence fragments to cover anything interesting that may have happened in my life since my last post; I will, of course, miss many of the more interesting points, because of my eccentric memory ("eccentric" stems from the Old Norse for "swiss cheese").
I went to see "The Secret Garden" at GVSU with Amber and Caroline on Amber's birthday; the acting was mediocre, but the singing was superb, making the show well worth seeing (though not as good as CU's).
I've committed to directing a scene for Willows this year, but have taken the underhanded step of casting myself as Richard III, thus beginning my path to villainy (the wooing of Lady Anne scene, for those wondering...now all I need is a Lady Anne); would anyone honestly expect me to direct someone else playing my favorite Shakespearean role?
Continuing in the theatre vein, I saw the One Acts at CU this past weekend, which included pieces directed by old chums Michael Coon (a bizzare but wonderful bit of Japanese parable theatre) and Josh Middleton (an incredibly well written bit about three chimps trying to write Hamlet); much joviality and reuniting with old pals, and so forth.
Also went to see West Side Story (I realize this makes me look incredibly imbalanced, but I'm not...well...not on this point, at least) with Katie; it was...pretty good, and free, which is a good combination (and hey, *I* want to be in America, too).
Jane and I justified seeing "Nanny McPhee" by going together; it was well worth it, and as an added bonus afterwards we solved most of the great conundrums of life (except why it is on button up shirt collars that one side tends to curve down, while the other side curves up...does *anyone* have lead on this one?)
I got a Calvin Library Card, which is good, because they have more books than CU, and don't currently have a prize out for my scalp because of late fees...yet.
I finally bought a Bartlett's; 17th edition, because I didn't like the gold leafing on the 18th.
I'm struck by the fact that none of this can be particularly interesting to anyone, but I am so deep in blood, and all that...
Still no car; first car, then apartment.
Sela Ward is gone from House, God be praised.
On Thursday, I get to go to a psychiatrist (as part of the Mill Steel hiring process, to weed out the psychopaths [at least the less than clever ones], and those who do not play well with others); I'm hoping for the whole treatment, with inkblots and my childhood and everything (sadly, there is no couch, I've heard). I may have to resist the urge to go "Will Hunting" on him.
Ok. I'm stopping. I was going to post this, and then start on a more meaningful entry, freed from mundane considerations. But it's a bit late now. So...um...right. Raincheck?
Been Watching: House, natch
Been Reading: Sophie's World by Jostein Gaarder
Been Listening to: Tapestry by Carol King
and Tigerlily by Natalie Merchant
I went to see "The Secret Garden" at GVSU with Amber and Caroline on Amber's birthday; the acting was mediocre, but the singing was superb, making the show well worth seeing (though not as good as CU's).
I've committed to directing a scene for Willows this year, but have taken the underhanded step of casting myself as Richard III, thus beginning my path to villainy (the wooing of Lady Anne scene, for those wondering...now all I need is a Lady Anne); would anyone honestly expect me to direct someone else playing my favorite Shakespearean role?
Continuing in the theatre vein, I saw the One Acts at CU this past weekend, which included pieces directed by old chums Michael Coon (a bizzare but wonderful bit of Japanese parable theatre) and Josh Middleton (an incredibly well written bit about three chimps trying to write Hamlet); much joviality and reuniting with old pals, and so forth.
Also went to see West Side Story (I realize this makes me look incredibly imbalanced, but I'm not...well...not on this point, at least) with Katie; it was...pretty good, and free, which is a good combination (and hey, *I* want to be in America, too).
Jane and I justified seeing "Nanny McPhee" by going together; it was well worth it, and as an added bonus afterwards we solved most of the great conundrums of life (except why it is on button up shirt collars that one side tends to curve down, while the other side curves up...does *anyone* have lead on this one?)
I got a Calvin Library Card, which is good, because they have more books than CU, and don't currently have a prize out for my scalp because of late fees...yet.
I finally bought a Bartlett's; 17th edition, because I didn't like the gold leafing on the 18th.
I'm struck by the fact that none of this can be particularly interesting to anyone, but I am so deep in blood, and all that...
Still no car; first car, then apartment.
Sela Ward is gone from House, God be praised.
On Thursday, I get to go to a psychiatrist (as part of the Mill Steel hiring process, to weed out the psychopaths [at least the less than clever ones], and those who do not play well with others); I'm hoping for the whole treatment, with inkblots and my childhood and everything (sadly, there is no couch, I've heard). I may have to resist the urge to go "Will Hunting" on him.
Ok. I'm stopping. I was going to post this, and then start on a more meaningful entry, freed from mundane considerations. But it's a bit late now. So...um...right. Raincheck?
Been Watching: House, natch
Been Reading: Sophie's World by Jostein Gaarder
Been Listening to: Tapestry by Carol King
and Tigerlily by Natalie Merchant
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