listening to family talk, deciding on icecream flavors. these lives, i can't quite face them directly, if i ever have been able to, i don't quite feel like myself with them, which is okay. i don't always need to feel like myself. counting crows song playing on tv that i can't see--'round here, we all feel the same...round here'--melancholy and longing in music.
it's so different to eat with family than to eat with friends. this is the house my mom grew up in, although much has changed in it. i haven't gone out yet to look in the orchard, well, orange, lemon, and avacodo trees out back. there used to be some peacocks that would wander into there. people moving into new houses--my cousin becky, and ryan. reading an interview with grotowski--it's very understandable to me. want to take these walls down.
saw this pigiron show with ross--the gentlemen prefers--just barely, came in 10-15 min. late--not sure what i think...ushering us all around, moving benches, disrupting our spectating, but not transforming so much. didn't feel the presence of the war, but it was what it was. kept me interested, but not so surprised. i guess i've seen or imagined quite alot of contemporary theater.
posted by Liza 17.5.03