hello, friends,
well, we're three weeks into the semester and the plague has struck.
it happens every year. students get sick, faculty gets sick, staff gets sick.
if i were a normal human being, i would say that it is perhaps the changing of the seasons.
but it is still very warm in both chestertown and in philadelphia and i know a thing or two about the flu epidemic of 1918.
as far as the temperature goes, i suspect that the heat is what some would call an "indian summer." as with the names of professional and collegiate football teams, that term seems to have fallen into disuse. what it means to me is that i cannot wear my new tweed j.jill stuff and i have yet to transfer from my vera bradley floral pattern and into the vera bradley black microfiber. which is a bummer.
when one looks to the flu epidemic, well, all i can say is that draft two of my play was due on september 1st and it is still in the "cranial stage." suffice to say, don't go to any parades that are purported to support liberty bonds, don't hang around flocks of geese or other avian species and for heaven's sake, don't kiss any strangers.
that last part isn't all that true.
i had a great weekend with the lovely and talented neil blackadder (will someone hire him to freelance dramaturg in NYC this fall -- he's so SMART) and his bride natania rosenfeld (please please publish her short stories -- they rock!) and their poochie, bella. what a lovely time. we spent some time at the fringe cabaret with my good pal nick rye, where we chatted it up with my chum at WXPN michaela majoun (hey, if you aren't streaming and a member of www.wxpn.org, what the heck are you waiting for???). there was fire involved. that is all i am at liberty to say.
i'm looking forward to a visit from the spectacular jessica thebus -- just in time for a rewrite of WHISPERING CITY, and looking forward to some sleep.
i hope all of you are well in your worlds. be in touch.
gotohellifyouhatefreedom,
volansky
3 comments:
To the untrained eye, it would seem that I do nothing at work but cruise the blogs, waiting for people to post. I assure you that is only a half-truth. It's at least getting cooler at night, which means I don't have to play the on-again-off-again heavy blanket mambo. So amen to that.
Also, I shall be in touch. I'll be in the Town of Chester this weekend, if you happen to be around. End communication.
Ooh! I have something useful to add in re: avoiding the plague. Wash your hands, kids:
http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/news/story?id=2169046
And never, EVER go to an Atlanta Braves game if you can help it.
do I need to say that another downside of indian summer is that there is currently no need for the scarf collection I've been knitting up in this period of unemployment? c'mon, cold front!
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