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Man, I totally need to get my shit together...I've hardly done any work this week, because for some strange reason I'm already burned out. I suppose it must have been all those exams one after the other. Though you'd think I'd be over it by now. DX I've managed to get away from not doing some particularly unengaging readings, and I've decided to skip my latest econ problem set, meaning I have to hand in the last two. And I didn't do ANYTHING today. I suppose I need something of a rest, but then again, I have a 10-page paper that I haven't started researching on that's due the Monday we get back from Thanksgiving. Which is like, 3 weeks, if that. *headdesk* Not to mention I have a whole book to read over break on top of it! Granted, it's Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, but STILL. Oh well, I'll manage -- after all, I'm not overwhelmed, just behind.
Radio show this morning and the on-air poetry reading on Thursday went fine. Have also started watching Princess Mononoke at the Japanese House this week. Looks really interesting. :D
Last night I went to a play, Two Rooms by Lee Blessing. The dorm building I live in has a small black-box theatre for student productions (which is where it was), so whenever it's too cold out I don't have to leave to see something good, which is totally awesome. XD Anyway, it was very powerful stuff. It was about an American held hostage by terrorists in Beirut for 3 years during the whole upheaval there in the 1980s, and his wife, and how they both tried to deal with their situations. It had a very spare set -- just a carpet, and sometimes a chair or something else that was brought out from time to time -- and it also featured as characters a government official and a journalist, who were both very well-rounded, human characters but either couldn't do anything about it, or wanted to exploit the wife's situation for their own ends. It was a tough play to watch, but it was more than worth the money I spent. I wish I could say something more intelligent about it, but I'm very tired right now and besides, it was one of those plays that just doesn't need any further analyzing -- it kept absolutely nothing hidden from the audience, and it said everything it needed to say, and what you're supposed to take from it is ultimately meant to be felt rather than thought. Anyway, it was quite good.
I found out recently that Bill McKibben will be attending tomorrow night's Sunday Night Group meeting (the big catch-all environmental advocacy group on campus). Looks like I'll need to go to that one early, because considering he's a best-selling author and all, that place is going to be packed. Especially considering turnout has been rather pitiful the past few weeks. Or maybe it won't change, we'll see.
That's it for now, I guess.
Radio show this morning and the on-air poetry reading on Thursday went fine. Have also started watching Princess Mononoke at the Japanese House this week. Looks really interesting. :D
Last night I went to a play, Two Rooms by Lee Blessing. The dorm building I live in has a small black-box theatre for student productions (which is where it was), so whenever it's too cold out I don't have to leave to see something good, which is totally awesome. XD Anyway, it was very powerful stuff. It was about an American held hostage by terrorists in Beirut for 3 years during the whole upheaval there in the 1980s, and his wife, and how they both tried to deal with their situations. It had a very spare set -- just a carpet, and sometimes a chair or something else that was brought out from time to time -- and it also featured as characters a government official and a journalist, who were both very well-rounded, human characters but either couldn't do anything about it, or wanted to exploit the wife's situation for their own ends. It was a tough play to watch, but it was more than worth the money I spent. I wish I could say something more intelligent about it, but I'm very tired right now and besides, it was one of those plays that just doesn't need any further analyzing -- it kept absolutely nothing hidden from the audience, and it said everything it needed to say, and what you're supposed to take from it is ultimately meant to be felt rather than thought. Anyway, it was quite good.
I found out recently that Bill McKibben will be attending tomorrow night's Sunday Night Group meeting (the big catch-all environmental advocacy group on campus). Looks like I'll need to go to that one early, because considering he's a best-selling author and all, that place is going to be packed. Especially considering turnout has been rather pitiful the past few weeks. Or maybe it won't change, we'll see.
That's it for now, I guess.
