just got back from the senior bonfire. a pretty subdued affair--could hardly see the bonfire, no drumming. people sitting around roasting marshmellows, chatting in the dim red glow of embers, no moon. aaron brother came back with me after we ate dinner at an italian place by chadds ford where mom, dad, grandma, aunt sassy and uncle glenn and him are staying. talked about healthcare and the sneakiness of automatically adding gratuity to the check and only writing it on the menu. glenn likes the right to tip, often generously, according to his judgment of the service. first time aaron's seen swarthmore, though it was more of a feel than a see because it was all dark, although it's funny the dorm's empty but lots of windows are lit up because they have the doors propped open on the empty rooms and the lights from the hallway shine all the way through the windows. saw chris scheller at the bonfire. he's a special guy. i smile inside (and outside, but the inside smile's the best) whenever i see him--he told tika 'i recognize you in my heart'--he's still with his girlfriend from highschool, and working in boston with developmentally disabled people. they've been together for six or seven years i think he said. nurturing love. he said he definitely felt some loss of identity when he left swarthmore, or more the community of people he knew here, but even coming back and not knowing many people he said it feels good. ross in his brown cordoruy coat reminds me of the camelcolor coat with the elbow patches dad has in his closet from his college years i think. i've never asked ross where he got it. that would be cool if it was his dad's. what's that line from lear? well the gist of it is 'my rising heart. hysterica passio.' feeling some of that inside me, from a distance though. not overwhelming, not straightforward.
This is the blurb i wrote today for hillary and my performance in the philly fringe festival: Bass vibrating heart, from a car waiting for the light to turn...Removing the blinders of daily routine, Liza Clark and Hillary Dresser embody sensory-scapes/censor-escapes composed from six weeks of observations around Philly. "Journeys in Place" is a sensuous and surprising adventure into the open question of how self and world interrelate.
posted by Liza 31.5.03