hello, friends,
some of you have been kind enough to send along some thoughts, ideas and good wishes, which is very nice and most appreciated. i've been feeling like a giant asshole sometimes here in japan, since i really don't speak the language and stand out like a sore thumb. since rob has been working, it has been a bit...isolating? not bad, just odd. i also am feeling like a 700 pound gorilla in a sea of actual delicate flowers, but, since i am now on DAY TWO without smoking, things are looking UP.
all this is my way of saying that it makes me happy to feel connected to so many of you.
at any rate, i wanted to give a couple of shout-outs to some of my peeps.
first, to the lovely and talented sheri wilner (http://www.playscripts.com/author.php3?authorid=145) who has just moved to minneapolis on a year-long jerome at the playwrights' center (it is a jerome, right?). her play FATHER JOY kicks some serious butt. and she is a DELIGHT to have around.
for an even darker version of this year's playwright model, check out bruce norris' new play, THE PAIN AND THE ITCH (a philadelphia theatre company commission) at steppenwolf (http://www.steppenwolf.org/boxoffice/productions/index.aspx?id=317). my sources tell me that there is great moral outrage around this play, and that bow-tie wearing republican tucker carlson denounced it on his show this week. doesn't that make you want to RUN and see it?
jessica hogan, my tender roommate, has been home minding the dog, along with beloved jason franklin and the rents while i am away and while michael is in seattle. you all kick some butt -- thanks much.
rock star cindy croot (www.cynthiacroot.com) offered a poem:
congrats on the bloggin
sprung from your noggin
and an odd cache of karl roving seeds.
takes just two cocktail napkins
and volansky unpackin’
to hit the devil right where he breeds.
team washington college has been quite silent...what's the deal??
i think i'll now go out into the world and see what is happening in the land of gothic lolitas...
enjoy your day, wherever you may be.
much love,
volansake
3 comments:
You scare Karl Rove, but you positively frighten the living crap out of us. Good good on the no smoking. Looking forward to your return, probably acting all Japanesey and everything.
Larry,
co-captain
Team Washington College
Aw, don't listen to Larry, you only scare us a *little.* And now I'm all safely back into the monotony of Maryland after PlayPenn (which was sooo fun, as a sidenote), so I wish you a safe return too, and I'll see you soon enough back at WAC. Plus, you'll totally owe me dinner for the proofreading stuff, once I finish that up. Happy trip!
-Mollymollymolly
Volansky,
Thanks for the linkage to the blog on the site - I have finally gotten around to updating mine and you shall find yours amongst the top of my links - the whole goddess of my idolatry thing.
Turns out that two of my really good Coro friends are in Japan right now - if you're bored, one is a native and one is from Brooklyn - they're fun as hell and I know you three would get along fabulously. Drop a line, let me know, I'll figure out how to get a hold of them...
In the meantime, sing a fun Japanese song - the one that Eddie taught me my freshman year - I'll do it phonetically - I don't know Japanese:
Po-ke-to-ah naka-nena
biskeet-oa eeeet-tot-sue!
Po-ke-to-an ta-ta-keba
biskeet-oa foo-tat-sue!
(Exclamations for emphasis - it's an important part of the song)
Translated, it means:
I have a biscuit in my pocket.
I tap my pocket.
I have two biscuits in my pocket.
The song goes on, but usually by the end of this verse, folks will laugh.
Yeah. I know a lot of random shit. Don't ask.
Safe travels! Ganbatte! (and yes, that's the only real encouraging thing I know how to say in Japanese)
Cheers,
Keeza
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