Surreal Socio-Religious Experience (also known as FUNNY SHIT AT THE SECOND CUP)

I'm sitting in Second Cup, and I needed somewhere to plug my laptop in. The only socket near me was fully occupied. One outlet was being used by another girl's laptop, and the other outlet had the obligatory table-top Christmas tree plugged into it. Now, as mesmerizing as it was to stare into the ever-changing fibre-optic tree, I needed to work. So I unplugged the tree and plugged in my powerbook.

The girl with the laptop looked at me, smiled, and said "You just ruined Christmas for everyone"

I was bursting with laughter inside, but I merely smiled back and said to her "Oh well, I need to study."

How wonderful is it that I unplugged the Supreme Christian Religious Icon so that I would be able to study for my Rabbinic Judaism midterm tommorow. This could be more than a funny coincidence. It could be a supreme sign. Should the Jewish people somehow dramatically and surprisingly increase in size so as to dwarf Christianity sometime in the near future, everyone take note: IT WAS I THAT WAS RESPONSIBLE.

I'm not saying I'm the Messiah. I'll leave that to Dan Bern.

I'm not going to do a whole social commentary on this. I'm just going to leave it pure and enjoyable. Smiling, I'm going to go study Saadiah Gaon while the Nutrcracker plays overhead.

so inspired

Sitting in my Theatre of the Holocasust right now.

So very much inspired.

The teacher of the class is a theatre mother. Not like a snobby "drama mom" but truly, a mother to all of us in the theatre. She's taken care of us this term as we've dealt with a very sensitive subject. It has been amazing to learn with her.

My director right now is incredible - organic, inspiring, inspired, funny, wise... such a pleasure to work with her.

Tonight, I got offered a fantastic opportunity to star in a play being written by the head of the theatre department.

In spite of the three exams and one essay I have on my mind, today has been an incredibly refreshing day.

Wow.

And I didn't even cheat! I swear!

You Passed 8th Grade Science

Congratulations, you got 8/8 correct!

Could You Pass 8th Grade Science?

Yeah, I guess you could say so...

Your Birthdate: September 15

You take life as it is, and you find happiness in a variety of things. You tend to be close to family and friends. But it's hard to get into your inner circle. Making the little things wonderful is important to you, and you probably have an inviting home. You seek harmony with others, but occasionally you have a very stubborn streak. Your strength: Your intense optimism Your weakness: You shy away from exploring your talents Your power color: Jade Your power symbol: Flower Your power month: June

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Amichai poem that describes Israel well--

(Excuse me, this fell. Is it yours?
The stone? Not this, this fell
nine hundred years ago.)

Theresa Tova...Wow

Theresa Tova, the playwright of "Still the Night" came and visited with my Theatre of the Holocaust class this evening. I'm not sure I can manage to explain what just happened this evening, I need to let the experience sink in. In brief:

Laughing/crying/swearing/shouting/whispering/SINGING(in Yiddish!)/drawing us in... her emotions were seamless as she flowed through the text, to the music, to the stage directions, to telling us stories, then back to the play, then filling us in on secrets... all the while bringing each one of us into her life - at one point actually physically taking one of us in.

At one point she got so intense that she dropped her play on the ground. What a moment - for her to be so into the text, that she dropped the physical text on the ground and leapt away.

Words cannot describe the experience we all got to share, but seeing as this is a journal... words are all I can use. So here are some of her words from tonight. I'll start off with my favourite:

"Your truth, as specific as it is to you, universal. You've got to know that. As long as you're true"


"When you're in love, the whole world is Jewish"

"If you do correct grammar and put a Yiddish accent on it, you sound like Neil Simon"

"She never stopped fighting the war" ~ on her mother

"You can't control your parents or the press"

"Ooo he's so frustrating but he's so magical" ~ on Brent Carver

"I don't care that Hitler fucked you up... I want to choose life... I will not hide who I am" ~ to her mother.

"Let's not do the 'poor us, poor victims'. It's not about that anymore... this girls were fighters!"


How did she write her play?

"My work has to come from something I know"
"I just sit in my mothers vibe... I'm fine!"
"I sat with a bottle of brandy for three months at the computer"

driving uptown

It smells like bad Chinese Food...

Coming back uptown after the Halloween party on Saturday night, we got on the suwbay and I immediately noticed a foul stench in the car. Needless to say, Dave picked up on this too, as he uttered (quite loudly) the immortal words: "EWW! IT SMELLS LIKE BAD CHINESE FOOD!"



Also needless to say, the two girls sitting across from us were less than pleased.

I tried to backpeddle, saying "Well, it could be Greek food! Or... Israeli food! Bad Israeli food!!!"

"Nope, definately bad Chinese food!" Replied Dave

He hadn't looked across from us yet.

I had Chinese food for dinner last night.