I wrote this beautiful entry yesterday about God and human nature and the universe and our relationship to these things....about a lot. Really, it was good. I mean, I remember it was good, but I have no proof because I clicked on something wrong and lost it. Boy did that make me grumpy. Plus, I didn't have it in me to do it over, since it was from the heart and off the cuff the first time and I just didn't think I could repeat it. I hate it when that happens.
I spent the day reading to my dying father today. I love him.
I have lots to tell about my family situation, but will have to let it leak out slowly because it's pretty intense stuff.
For tonight, just know that Saturday at 8pm at the Vancouver East Cultural Centre, on Venables just west of Victoria, the Stretch Mouth'd Rascals will be performing whatever we write for the Theatre Under the Gun festival. It is a 48 hour playwrighting festival; we will receive an inspiration package Thursday morning and will write and rehearse a 15 minute piece to perform Saturday evening. It's always a fun evening, so c'mon down.
That is all for tonight, I have some sorting to do in my head before you get a really juicy entry.
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An attempt to avoid the maudlin. To think of absurdity and beauty as symbiotic. To be naked. I am endlessly fascinated with my own story.
1 comment:
Hey Warrior, what did you read to your Dad?
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