Thursday, March 11, 2021
Hmmm... It's been a full decade since I showed up on here. I'm thinking that I may start writing again, and wanted to make sure I could still actually log in. This seems like as good a place as any to start sharing my thoughts with the endless expanse of the anonymous interwebs. Is anyone still out there?
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Yesterday's Attempted Post
I wrote this yesterday in Houston but my "free" wireless access timed out before I got it posted. More to come...
All it took was a 3 hour flight plus a 5 hour layover in Houston to provide me with a chance to update a little. I know that I could write a little more often… if I slept a little less, or watched a little less LLS on the DVR. But the reality is that, well, reality is pretty boring. I’ve crossed the year mark of being full time faculty. I love it. I mean I love teaching. I do not love sitting in a cubicle, grading papers, or attending meetings. But I love my students, love the subject matter, love the stinky rotten creatures. But routine… that I do not necessarily love. I am the product of a life with an exact pattern: you rehearse for a bit, the show runs for a bit, and then eventually it closes and you start again. That works really well for theater. In real life, however, you don’t usually get to rehearse- you just get thrown in on opening night and go from there- learn the lines as you speak them, change the blocking (if there even IS blocking), never know when your curtain call will arrive. And I’m used to that. I truly have something programmed into my DNA, I think, that is always waiting for this show to close and the next one to start. I have a hard time processing the fact that what I’m doing now IS the show, and there’s actually a possibility of a long run. That should be comforting. It IS comforting. But I really do keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something to change, to figure out what I’ll do and be when I grow up. Does that feeling ever go away?
Anyway, the point is that I am off on an adventure. I am really excited. I’ve been apprehensive, but the source of that has been all the things that I had to get ready at home. Now that I’m on my way, I am hoping this will be a great experience. Either way, I will post about it. That’s a promise. And a threat. Bolivia, here I come.
All it took was a 3 hour flight plus a 5 hour layover in Houston to provide me with a chance to update a little. I know that I could write a little more often… if I slept a little less, or watched a little less LLS on the DVR. But the reality is that, well, reality is pretty boring. I’ve crossed the year mark of being full time faculty. I love it. I mean I love teaching. I do not love sitting in a cubicle, grading papers, or attending meetings. But I love my students, love the subject matter, love the stinky rotten creatures. But routine… that I do not necessarily love. I am the product of a life with an exact pattern: you rehearse for a bit, the show runs for a bit, and then eventually it closes and you start again. That works really well for theater. In real life, however, you don’t usually get to rehearse- you just get thrown in on opening night and go from there- learn the lines as you speak them, change the blocking (if there even IS blocking), never know when your curtain call will arrive. And I’m used to that. I truly have something programmed into my DNA, I think, that is always waiting for this show to close and the next one to start. I have a hard time processing the fact that what I’m doing now IS the show, and there’s actually a possibility of a long run. That should be comforting. It IS comforting. But I really do keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something to change, to figure out what I’ll do and be when I grow up. Does that feeling ever go away?
Anyway, the point is that I am off on an adventure. I am really excited. I’ve been apprehensive, but the source of that has been all the things that I had to get ready at home. Now that I’m on my way, I am hoping this will be a great experience. Either way, I will post about it. That’s a promise. And a threat. Bolivia, here I come.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Pretend I Blogged
Thank goodness Katie keeps up on things. Just refer to her blog and pretend I actually wrote something!
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