After living on Aramark and Chinese food for so long, sometimes you just gotta treat yourself nice. Especially if there's no one else around to be nice to.
I was walking back to my dorm, and I went through a small quiet street on Beacon Hill, and I just stopped. I looked up at the stout brownstone buildings, then looked up and down the street lined tightly with parked cars and lampposts, and for a second, I felt like I was in jolly old London town. Mostly it was the lampposts that did it - I kind of expected Gaspar to be standing asleep under one of them, or Richard Harris to walk up and suck the light out of them.
I used to have the same kind of random appreciations of the my surroundings back home. In the summer, there's this spot on Woodland, a block over from where I live, where the trees on either side of the road meet over the center of the street and make this archway of greenery that looks awfully pleasant, especially with late afternoon sunlight filtering through, and a gentle breeze blowing. It is just so God damn pleasant I can barely believe that it's a block away from my house.
God, I can't wait till summer.
So, while I still feel terribly out of my element, I am doing SOME theatrical appreciation. Two nights ago, I saw a production of The Zoo Story that some Emerson freshman put on, and just today I saw a professional production of The Goat, which I was supposed to see for my Stage class, anyways. I haven't read or seen Who's Afraid Of Virginia Wolfe, but I don't need to to know that Albee is the fucking man. Modern absurdism in a classic Greek tragedy package - it's like he writes this stuff just for me. Not only were the shows great, they were both free. And nothing is more satisfying than free theatre.
Aside from that, I'm also reading Angels In America. It is really something. It's so intimate and so huge at the same time, like Watchmen or Eva.
Angels in Tokyo-3...
Now there's a commonly human fault. Relating something to something else in order to familiarize it. That's cheapening it. It'd be more fair to say that it's like nothing else I know.
This is the stuff Albee talks about.
I try use the phrase "back to my dorm" rather than "back home" while I'm in Boston. My dorm isn't my home. Home is where the heart is, after all.
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Now there's a commonly human fault. Relating something to something else in order to familiarize it. That's cheapening it. It'd be more fair to say that it's like nothing else I know.
Yup! It's also called not respecting the Other as other. Like when a guy says that women are just like men in order to pretend that there isn't any mystery that's driving him nuts!
And yeah, pretty much every young man with a soul goes through a period of existential aloneness in his first year of college. I went through it. It's tough while it lasts, but it gives you needed time to contemplate what you're here on earth for. Then somewhere along the line you meet your future spouse and you realize that you no longer have time to slack off, and life will only get more complicated from then on. :P
Keep on truckin'! Thanks for the birthday greetings!
-Ryu
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