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Jun. 8th, 2004 08:27 amWoke up with my little globe pendant cluthed in my hand. I apparently snapped it off its necklace in my sleep, so now I have to figure out where one goes about getting jewlery repaired.
Jun. 8th, 2004
when I'm with the wizard
Jun. 8th, 2004 12:11 pmSo, listening to the Wicked album obsessively. It's as Musical Theater! as something can get, which is to say, it's often not as musically smart as it should be, but it gets you every single time, and while not my favourite song, I've become preoccupied with When I'm With the Wizard.
And it got me thinking about my shit. The people I've believed in from afar (even when they were right there in my bed) who were going to make it all better and turned out to be ordinary or drab or cruel or distracted instead.
I've gotten smarter as I've gotten older. Chosen wizards harder to get to see fall. Gotten less angry with people for being human, both in the best and worst ways. Made up a list of things that maybe I still want, but I choose not to, because it's such a screeching waste of time.
But I'm still doing it, just different arenas, all the time. Although I prepare myself now. Think up all the ways they'll be unlikeable, frustrating, scary and useless. Think how they'll hate my tendency to talk out of school, or to laugh silently like I'm not allowed. Think about how they'll dissapoint me, and it'll make me better. Think about how adoring people for their flaws doesn't mean letting the poison anywhere near me.
But it seems I need the wizard figures, even if it's just to tell them to fuck off.
I know some of you suffer them too -- so tell me about them, past and present, where they're brilliant in your mind, and all the ways they've been or you expect them to be craven.
No reason for the question really, other than I like asking them, did nealry daily back in the bad old days of Voxxen, and I like other people's fairytales at least as much as my own.
And it got me thinking about my shit. The people I've believed in from afar (even when they were right there in my bed) who were going to make it all better and turned out to be ordinary or drab or cruel or distracted instead.
I've gotten smarter as I've gotten older. Chosen wizards harder to get to see fall. Gotten less angry with people for being human, both in the best and worst ways. Made up a list of things that maybe I still want, but I choose not to, because it's such a screeching waste of time.
But I'm still doing it, just different arenas, all the time. Although I prepare myself now. Think up all the ways they'll be unlikeable, frustrating, scary and useless. Think how they'll hate my tendency to talk out of school, or to laugh silently like I'm not allowed. Think about how they'll dissapoint me, and it'll make me better. Think about how adoring people for their flaws doesn't mean letting the poison anywhere near me.
But it seems I need the wizard figures, even if it's just to tell them to fuck off.
I know some of you suffer them too -- so tell me about them, past and present, where they're brilliant in your mind, and all the ways they've been or you expect them to be craven.
No reason for the question really, other than I like asking them, did nealry daily back in the bad old days of Voxxen, and I like other people's fairytales at least as much as my own.
more Counsellor news and rumour
Jun. 8th, 2004 02:38 pmhttp://www.villagevoice.com/issues/0423/feingold.php
The revelation was Peccadillo Theater's production of Elmer Rice's 1931 drama Counsellor-at-Law, directed by Dan Wackerman. The production is gone, but it attracted so much enthusiasm that rumors of its imminent return are flying.
The revelation was Peccadillo Theater's production of Elmer Rice's 1931 drama Counsellor-at-Law, directed by Dan Wackerman. The production is gone, but it attracted so much enthusiasm that rumors of its imminent return are flying.