Monthly Archives: January 2003

Back to Athens

I am probably going to be directing a staged reading of Lysistrata as part of the Lysistrata Project – an event to organize and stage as many readings and productions of the anti-war play as possible to raise awareness for the anti-war movement. I just can’t stand it when God has a plan and things work out – maybe this is why my classes are staying empty. I’ll have to shift the final hour or two classes to the following week but that’s no big deal – I’m willing to do that for mah art. And it’s just a staged reading so at the most five rehearsals or so.

Dispatch from Slovenia

An ICQ buddy writes in:

I was just having this conversation with a friend yesterday and I kind of thought about how few people in America must see Bush as a total lunatic. I’m under the impression that a lot of people still agree, or are indiferent to his politics. You can’t imagine how surreal this whole situation looks to me. And the fact that it’s directly affecting me is really scary. Just a few days ago, our minister of defense threatened that if we don’t enter NATO, they’ll be forced to recruit women into the army. It just shows how much pressure they’re under from Rumsfeld and such. And they take us for complete morons, spending tax-payers’ money on pro-NATO propaganda instead of promoting a balanced discussion. Anyway, there is going to be an anti-NATO rally in the center today, so I’ll keep you posted.


I’m trying to confirm my favorite Alfred Hitchcock quote: (or at least, I’ve seen a T-shirt with his mug and this quote)

What is Art and why do I have to do him?

Bounce back.

It is so funny that after such a downer post as yesterday that I seem to bounce back up again. I had one client at my group session today downtown so I got to do some one-on-one work. I talked a little bit too much but did get the client into a nice ‘yeah baby’ place of talking about what they really wanted to do with their life after being a lawyer for over 17 years – they wanted to be a chef! Did great on client-coach connection but need to gab a little less next time – probably mitigated when I have more people in the session. Plus, I met one of the trainers and he was talking how he wants to train short guys to gain muscle – I told him if he wants to trade coaching for training I’m up for it.

Ron comes home on Saturday – I will be happy to see him – I miss him.

One of the bosses was gone today so we all had a ball at work today. Even went out for pizza at lunch. Mike has this stick of faintly saying in a high pitched squeal eeecheee eeecheee eeecheee and doing the universal symbol for ‘I’m so excited about my job that I’m masturbating’ at the same time. It’s really funny. Because it will be really quiet and you’ll hear eeecheee eeecheee eeecheee. Totally kills me.

I feel so good when I’m coaching – my anxiety evaporates. It’s the same feeling I have when I”m directing a play – totally tuned in to intuition.

Working today with tolerations – I had some really good petty ones:

  • dress socks that never match
  • stained white t-shirts that I can’t wear without feeling cheap
  • dress shoes that hurt my ankle

Besides the obvious job stuff – I had a lot of lifeshit that I need to clear out of the way.

Somebody Finally Says It

Dan Savage rips multiple orifices into the recent HIV yellow journalism:

And, before gay men congratulate themselves for “only” making up 42 percent of all new HIV infections, consider this: Gay and bisexual men make up only 3 percent of the population.

Perhaps it’s time for AIDS groups to start telling gay men the truth. Taking stupid sexual risks, even if risk turns you on, is reckless. Anal sex on the first date, even with condoms, is a bad idea. Giving someone HIV, even if he wants it, is immoral. Being a huge fucking slut, as popular as that might make you, has physical and emotional consequences. And, finally, gay men need to be told that stupid decisions don’t deserve anyone’s respect.

Sold Out. Again.

I can’t sleep. I found out today that my changing over from part-time status to contract worker is going to be delayed another three fucking months. We’re doing another implementation and for some reason they don’t want to have the contracting process in the middle of it. I agreed to it. I feel like such a fucking loser. That I once again sold it all out. I didn’t take a stand for myself. I let it happen. Again. First this was supposed to happen at the end of the year. Then the end of January and now the end of March. I feel like no matter how I work for this company I get screwed. Or – I manage to put myself into a position of being taken advantage of. It’s like a bad marriage. I can actually feel this in my chest. And I know everyone is going to yell at me for taking it and how much that sucks. I guess I have this need to be ‘the trooper’. The martyr. I’m very disappointed in myself.

And my feet will not stop splitting. I think it’s from the shower rooms at the gym along with the dry weather. But my feet look like someone hacked at them with a knife.

And I can’ t seem to get the food smell out of the apartment. It’s not in the fridge. I’m thinking I need to pour Drano or bleach down the sink in the kitchen or something. Wish I had a garbage disposal – mom’s approach was to always through a few lemon peels in there. Maybe it’s the trash. But I feel bad and wasteful taking the trash out everyday. It has that smell when I used to buss tables – warm water and detergent and the food of a dining room of people.

I’m going to try going to sleep again.

More Agitation

America’s justification for violent regime change has swung over the years from halting the spread of communism to stopping ethnic cleansing and instilling democracy. Since Sept. 11, it has a new motive: the war on terrorists.

As the war on Iraq got down to business last week with the heaviest air bombardments in 10 years, the Bush administration’s dillydallying over North Korea made diplomatic resolution of that crisis increasingly difficult.

US special forces have been on the ground inside Iraq since September, monitoring the oil fields and rigs for booby traps and minefields, US officials told the Globe earlier this month.

Does Tony [Blair] have the slightest conception of what the flies are like, the big bluebottles that feed on the dead of the Middle East?