Exciting game, Cal beating Oregon, but I had to listen to most of it on radio with Oregon's broadcasters, the most arrogant, biased, whining voices in sports. Hard to root for alma mater with those clowns.
Cleared a dozen boxes out of the living room, moving them to basement, a step toward making house presentable. Lot of labor for the old guy, carrying boxes downstairs. Catch my breath and do same for bedroom.
I hope in Russellville, in time, I regain a sense of community. I haven't had it in Portland for 25 years.
In the 1980s Portland's theater community and the city itself felt like home. But as the decade wound down, a number of things changed: my three "directors" left the community (retiring, moving, dying), my work's focus shifted to hyperdrama and an audience overseas, and a retrospective of my work felt like a funeral. I haven't felt at home here since then.
Car wouldn't start. Seemed like dead battery to me. Called AAA for a jump. Soon as he heard engine try to start, he said, That's not the battery. Then something amazing: he said, Did you pull up a few feet and shut off the engine?
YES! To make room for Managed Moves truck. This floods the engine!
A lot of cranking to get engine to catch but finally on the road again. Lesson learned.
Early doc appt, annual pacemaker checkup. I dread them because eventually we'll have a clash between goals: they to extend my life, myself to manage my death. Last time they wanted to add a pill to the 3 I now take. I refused. Catch hell now?
Really pisses me off that I have no sense of the medical profession's interest in my values and desires. They view life as its own reward, unless I get a terminal disease.
If memory serves right, this is the third, earlier ones in Sweden and Spain.
My name is Nahla, I am from Egypt. I had the honor of researching your works a few years back online and I took my MA in arts, English Department a couple of years ago . My thesis was about three of your works which I enjoyed working on. Thank you for taking the effort of enriching the literary field with your rather unique and contemporary works of Hyperdrama_ now I know from my studies that it is NOT an easy endeavor_and I wish for you the best. I was actually inspired to write a hypertext novel, which I finished most of it so far. Here is an Abstract from my thesis:
The thesis examines the rising relationship between theater and technology through examining what is known as ‘hyperdrama’, which is a new form of theater that represents an innovative look towards theater in the new millennium. Hyperdrama is referred to as a ‘hypertext fiction’, as it is written in hypertext language and read on a computer. Hyperdrama transforms the rules of theater by using digital technology to modify the rules of writing drama, adding certain unfamiliar qualities to a dramatic text. These features have several implications on the notions of a dramatic text, audience, stage, and playwright, turning theater into a rather unique experience. The new context in which the drama is produced alters several rules attached to theater, as the digital element produces a new kind of drama which is both unusual and innovative as well, and expands the perspective of theater in the contemporary age. The three plays examined in the thesis are The Bride of Edgefield (1994), The Last Song of Violetta Parra (1996), and The Seagull Hyperdrama (2004). Through studying those dramas, subjects related to hyperdrama are tackled, such as hypertext, Electronic literature, and virtual technology.
Really glad she used my Chekhov, my Magnum Opus in ambition. My CJ novel in execution.
From cousin in LA ..."The olive bread is delicious! Make that Deemer-licious! Ha ha. You could have a new career as a baker! Getting ready to enjoy the last slices while watching the last Angels game of the season. Hope Trout hits a HR to get to 30 and 100 RBI."
Re booze article, "...wanted to thank you for writing it. It had a tremendous impact on me, and I’ve posted about it on HSM. I expect that because of that exposure (HSM has over 100,000 members), it will be read by many more people who need help."
On the BBC
I heard a woman
who owns a restaurant
on the island of Lesbos
where in recent years
boats filled with refugees
have landed on her shore
men, women and children
cold and hungry and frightened
fleeing war and despair
and so this amazing woman
put her staff to work
making sandwich after sandwich
and she called on friends
to gather warm clothes and medicine
and she continues to help
the endless fleet of refugees
to this very day, sounding
on the BBC
like it's just another day
at her bayshore restaurant
on the island of Lesbos
Every now and again
someone does something special
to inspire outrageous praise
and all kinds of hype
and I go check it out
curious what the fuss is about
and discover something that someone
of my generation did thirty
or forty or fifty years ago
and did considerably better
which makes me laugh at your ignorance
and capacity for self-congratulation
though I don't laugh one bit
about the disrespect for old age
in this day care center called America