Sunday, November 20, 2005

Tidbits of goodness (and a cry for help...)

hello, friends,

i hope you are all well and enjoying what i hope is a beautiful late fall. winter-like activity arrived in chestertown on wednesday around 9:15 and it has been crisp and clear since then. i also managed to light my propane heater (something one HAS to see in order to believe it) down here in chestertownvilleburg without blowing up the block.

some of you wondered if i was doing okay after the last posting. i am, in fact, great. i'm centered and focused and prepared to take on whatever the world may throw at me. here's what one smart person observed, under the title "raising questions is not enough," based on that last post:

Of course you`re not doing enough to change the world you`re living in. Not even close.

The good news is that none of us are. Or is that really the good news?

There have been times reading that post of yours when I`ve wanted to write a blisteringly scathing comment to all of the intelligent, talented, well-educated, well-spoken, able-bodied people who get out of their cars and sit down at their computers every night to wax philosophic on the state of the world. How terrible this is or how terrible that is. I give them credit for at least thinking about it, but then I think, if they`re thinking about changing the world, why aren`t they doing it?

There are a lot of people out there who are just making their way and don`t really think about other people, people in other parts of the world, what the powers that be are doing, etc. I let them go. They`re the majority. For the most part, while they might not always be helping make things better, by simply making a living for themselves and their family, maybe they`re not making things worse.

But your blog readers. They SEE. They KNOW. They UNDERSTAND. So why don`t they DO? "Yeah, I see what`s wrong, I understand what`s going on, but, rather than do anything about it, I`ll sit here at my computer and show everybody how smart I am with incisive comments on the situation. That should be good enough. Somebody else can take out the garbage." FUCK that.

There are a few reasons why I don`t write a big fat FUCK YOU to every single one of them. The first, sadly, is that I`m not doing nearly as much as I want to be or as I could be to make the world a better place. I have absolutely no room to talk. But that will be changing soon.

The second is that there are enough people out there yelling FUCK YOU. For example, EVERYBODY. Me joining the chorus would be either counterproductive or, worse, another voice lost in the crowd. Cynicism and negativity feed on themselves, and a small part of the reason I don`t prefer to live in America is because those two things run high and strong there. Why is it that the voices of loving, caring, compassionate, positive people are ascribed to be crazy, hippies on the periphery of reality?

Positivity is where it`s at, yo. There is no problem on this planet that can`t be solved with love and compassion. I see it in my own life, I see it on a grand scale when the volunteer organizations come together to help out hurricane victims. Why should the conflict of nations be any different? Why can`t we view what happened to the World Trade Center, for example, as just another natural disaster? Those were people flying those planes, human beings borne of the same energy that causes the wind and rain of the hurricanes. We don`t try to kill the wind and rain when they go out of control on us, and, in my opinion, we shouldn`t try to kill other living creatures when they do the same.

The bell just rang, I gotta go. That`s ten minutes I just spent typing this message that I could have spent doing something else.


so smart, right? there's a lot of great stuff contained within that email, all of which i hope you will take to heart. we ARE intelligent, resourceful, etc. let's get the hell out of our cars.

smack dab in the middle of my application process for the university of hull's higher degree through research program. this is a british-model PhD program that sends one right into research for a dissertation. i'm VERY excited to begin exploring how dramaturgical inquiry might be applied to the larger culture. i hope that this is just a first step on the path that the above refers to.

a dear new friend of mine is having a major surgery tomorrow (check out www.danstumors.blogspot.com) for full details -- if you have any pull with any type of "intelligent designer," would you put in a call? and for the rest of us, light a candle or something. he's a good one and could use a healthy dose of our collective positive psychic energy.

a few things have come in that warrant posting.



that is courtesy of sister sue. i know that i goes against all that has been posted in terms of generousity and good will and everything...but...it makes me giggle. giggling is good, right?

this one is a link that comes from canadian superagent michael petrasek. more giggling. also, what's with the dude in the back: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-6739710473912337648

cousin abaigh sent along a HILARIOUS windows movie entitled "arrested: texas style" that, because of blogging ineptitude on my part, i cannot figure out how to post.

(here is the cry for help: if anyone has any suggestions on how to post abaigh's video, how to change a link to say something, and how to get rid of all that white space at the top, there is a cocktail for you...!)

at the end of the day, we only have one life to make the most of, one chance to leave a thumbprint -- don't waste it.

in this season of thankfulness, i hope everyone travels safely and relishes all that we have.

gotohellifyouhatefreedom,

volansky

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Slacktivist

hello, friends,

i'm tossing and turning in my bed tonight and i just can't sleep. there are a number of reasons. here are several of them:

1. last night i dreamt that i was (again) rearranging my locker at haddon township high school. my locker was next to jess vitigliano and kim vining and, in the dream, i was the one with the messiest locker. i kept trying to figure out what books i needed to take to class in order to be "most prepared" for the day and just could not find what i needed. things just kept falling out of this locker -- i remember seeing notebooks and textbooks and scripts and all sorts of nonsense. kim and jesse just kept looking at me like i was completely insane. nothing would stay in and nothing i needed would come out.

2. tonight i went to hear a talk by the pulitzer-nominated photojournalist lois raimondo. she's a graduate of wittenberg college and she spent a good amount of time in afghanistan and in iraq, both pre-invasion, and her images from these places are unbelievable. real people, just like you and me trying to live their days despite the mayhem that is going on around them.

i sometimes feel like i am a complete slacker. i talk a great game about policy and politics, urging students to get out and live their lives and, alas, what am i doing? maybe there is something in asking the questions, but, at the end of the day, who is listening? it is a tough road to hoe when one snuggles up into bed at night with a beautiful and loving dog, but...sometimes one just needs someone else to bang up against to get one's head straightened out.

i spent an amazing weekend on chincoteague island with some family -- all of whom are smart, intelligent and rife with opinions. they've been with me every stupid step along my path, and i value each and every one of them. but, again, there i am.

i would like to say that i am posting this after a million glasses of white wine or some substantial gin and tonics, but i gotta say that this is the actual me, with no enhancement. sometimes i so value the solitude, and then there are those few waking hours where the waking hours are just so damn hard.

there's a part of every person that is the life of the party, the wise counselor, the happy-go-lucky individual to whom others turn when their lives are messy. i often wonder what those folks do when the lights go out.

people, now is the time to take a serious inventory about what your beliefs, values and opinions are. you will need to articulate them with your friends and those who are not your friends. i feel rough roads coming along, and we have to stick together. right?

in the meantime, i'll try to get some sleep. i trust you'll do the same.

gotohellifyouhatefreedom,
volansky


Wednesday, November 09, 2005

BBrrruuuccee

hello, friend,

tonight, i saw my 31st springsteen concert and it was, in fact, a doozy. i heard songs i've NEVER heard live before and it just made my heart smile.

bruce also got me thinking about missing the boat on having babies, on catholicism, and why i like my own dad so very much.

best friend aimee was absolutely aces -- she scored the seats and gets high marks for not being pregnant at this show. last time we sat in the spectrum parking lot, we were there for a dead show and you can only imagine what went on then.

here's the report from backstreets:

November 9 / Philadelphia, PA / Wachovia SpectrumNotes: If you thought the 24-year gap between performances of "Drive All Night" was something, dig what Bruce broke out for the old-timers at Philly Night 2: "Santa Ana," last played live more than 32 years ago in the spring of '73. While much of the crowd was surely still scratching their heads over that one, Bruce really rattled their brains by stayed at the piano and going right into "Thundercrack," complete with a sing-along at the end. Both of these early gems were released on Tracks disc one, and both were tour premieres tonight. Also making its official tour debut was "Used Cars," last played at the Asbury warm-up back in April. Plus the tour's second "Independence Day"; rare visits from "Adam," "Janey," and "Cynthia"; and a "Dream Baby Dream" that clocked in at ten minutes. A whopping 17 songs not played at the first show makes a total of 41 different songs played at this two-night Philly stand.Setlist: Reason to Believe/Devils & Dust/Adam Raised a Cain/Long Time Comin'/Used Cars/Janey, Don't You Lose Heart***/Independence Day*/State Trooper/Nebraska/All the Way Home/Cynthia/One Step Up/Reno/Santa Ana*/Thundercrack*/The Rising/Spare Parts/Jesus Was an Only Son*/Two Hearts/The New Timer#/Matamoros BanksEncore: Growin' Up*****/Waitin' on a Suny Day/The Promised Land/Dream Baby Dream***=piano**=pump organ***=electric piano*****=ukulele#=autoharp

i love bruce springsteen.

gotohellifyouhatefreedom,
volansky

Why One Might Hate Freedom

hello, friends,

an observant dr. bob submitted this for posting. i think you all might like it:


have a great day. i will be spending the night with bruce springsteen in philadelphia.

full report after the jump...

gotohellifyouhatefreedom,

volansky

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

One from Japan

hello, friends,

this just in from brother rob. it had me giggling all the way into my dramaturgy class today:

Top Ten Baldwins Or Sexually Transmitted Diseases

10. Chlamydia
9. Danny
8. Stephen
7. Crabs
6. Alec
5. Pelvic Inflammatory Disease
4. AIDS
3. Herpes Simplex
2. William (Billy)
1. Gonorrhea

'nuff said.

gotohellifyouhatefreedom,
volansky

Monday, November 07, 2005

District of Columbia...

hello, friends,

good chum gavin passes along the following link, which MUST be watched: http://filmstripinternational.com/

and you can sing along. the words are so easy.

would anyone from the district like to comment? this is an equal opportunity blog.

i am, in two short days, going to see my 31st bruce springsteen concert, with best pal aimee. she realized she was pregnant the last time we went to see my boyfriend, so i will monitor the beer and nachos intake at the spectrum.

if you didn't see THE DAILY SHOW last night, you won't know why i truly love this guy:


hey, i just heard that some people get 70,000 hits on their blogs. now i'm just feeling bad about myself. so, spread the word. agressively.

gotohellifyouhatefreedom,

volansky

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Shiny Objects

hello, friends,

it's been a busy couple of weeks here at volanskyism, with many student theses successfully presented, many meetings um...endured, lots of fun with friends. and i am anxiously awaiting a little rest and relaxation this weekend.

however, i didn't want too much time to pass before i shared some things that friends have forwarded to me. i encourage you to giggle along with me. and hey, take a minute to visit nick's new website at www.nickrye.com. it is VERY cool (and designed by our good pal greg -- with whom i still need to have a cocktail in the not-too-distant future...)

here are photos of some of our favorite drama majors -- this is for halloween, not "just another day in the drama department...":


zombie molly is on the left, stage kate is on the right. note the spike tape.


aren't they clever?













sheila w. sent along a VERY amusing riff on the classic "who's on first" routine made famous by abbott and costello:

George: Condi! Nice to see you. What's happening?
Condi: Sir, I have the report here about the new leader of China.
George: Great. Lay it on me.
Condi: Hu is the new leader of China.
George: That's what I want to know.
Condi: That's what I'm telling you.
George: That's what I'm asking you. Who is the new leader of China?
Condi: Yes.
George: I mean the fellow's name.
Condi: Hu.
George: The guy in China.
Condi: Hu.
George: The new leader of China.
Condi: Hu.
George: The main man in China!
Condi: Hu is leading China.
George: Now whaddya' asking me for?
Condi: I'm telling you, Hu is leading China.
George: Well, I'm asking you. Who is leading China?
Condi: That's the man's name.
George: That's who's name?
Condi: Yes.
George: Will you, or will you not, tell me the name of the new leader of China?
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Yassir? Yassir Arafat is in China? I thought he's dead in the Middle East.
Condi: That's correct.
George: Then who is in China?
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Yassir is in China?
Condi: No, sir.
George: Then who is?
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Yassir?
Condi: No, sir.
George: Look Condi. I need to know the name of the new leader of China. Get me the Secretary General of the U.N. on the phone.
Condi: Kofi?
George: No, thanks.
Condi: You want Kofi?
George: No.
Condi: You don't want Kofi.
George: No. But now that you mention it, I could use a glass of milk. And then get me the U.N. Condi: Yes, sir.
George: Not Yassir! The guy at the U.N.
Condi: Kofi?
George: Milk! Will you please make the call?
Condi: And call who?
George: Who is the guy at the U.N?
Condi: Hu is the guy in China
George: Will you stay out of China?!
Condi: Yes, sir.
George: And stay out of the Middle East! Just get me the guy at the U.N.
Condi: Kofi.
George: All right! With cream and two sugars.

if it weren't so very true, it would be mighty funny.

and then there is this from our man at disney:


i think that says everything, don't you?

finally, brother rob, emerging from the shadows, has made some new friends over there in japan:


brother rob is making great strides in creating global harmony. we should all applaud his progress. see you on the 24th, bird-man.

speaking of birds, i am sitting here in chestertownvilleburg awaiting the kickoff between the skins and the birds. with t.o. suspended indefinitely, i fear i may have to buy bella meal. and suffer the harassment of dr. ponzer on monday. crap.

enjoy the beautiful weather -- and do keep in touch!

gotohellifyouhatefreedom,

volansky