Some Thoughts: Heteronormatives and Political Labels as Told to an Eight Year Old by Kinzie

I love my nanny kids more and more every day. Though I had a really awkward conversation with Rachel (the 8 year old) about who I was going to vote for in the election. I think they're republican. A news story came on about VP possibilities and she asked me about the party system. So I got into this long winded explanation about picking the best person regardless of their label and labels are bad and blah blah blah and she was like, "So, who are you voting for?" Dead end. So I sheepishly was like, "Probably Obama" [only sheepishly because I don't want the family to fire me] and she was like, "Oh. My mom can't decide who she will vote for. She likes McCain and Obama and she doesn't like them both, sometimes. They're equal. And my dad doesn't want to tell anyone who he's voting for." But obvi, they're Republican (and I think they're Zionists too) because they have all these conservative books and these pictures of the dad in a restaurant posing next to George Bush I and things like that. So anyways. After that vaguely awkward conversation ended, Rachel was silent for a minute and then asked "What does the rainbow on your bracelet stand for?" ........ "Well, Rachel, do you know about gay people? They're people who love each other even if they're the same sex. Like, you know, men who love men and women who love women. Because, what if you really loved someone, or wanted to vote for someone, but you couldn't because they're the wrong thing? That would be silly, wouldn't it?" The hole just kept getting deeper and deeper.

Anyways, things are good. It was a nice conversation and I'm glad I had it. Maybe I can convert this eight year old to my liberal hippy ideals and she'll turn gay or something. I mean, don't hold your breath, but I'm just saying... Two weeks is a lot of time, right?

I'm also excited to come home to my apartment and my roommates. Instead of the ones here. Kris is great. It's just all the opera. It's getting to me. Last night they were practicing vowel sounds for an hour. One would think I would be happy, enthused even, to be hearing vowel sounds. That's my deal, right? But, no. Not from these people. Not at all.

Breaking news

Maybe I want to be an English professor?

Really, Louisville?

Hello.

I am still in Kentucky. It has its charms. Here's what I like:

1. Amy, Adrien, and Julie of the Actors Theatre literary department.
2. This salad at this restaurant I go to sometimes.
3. Sunergos.
4. The Unique Thrift Store.
5. Driving back from The Unique Thrift Store and seeing the Muhammad Ali Museum.
6. Disc golf.
7. Central Park (not the one from New York).
8. The incredibly beautiful Cherokee Park.
9. Victorian houses in the Old Louisville area.
10. The concert on top of the Glassworks Museum.
11. Adam-and-friends.
12. Sweet hangouts with Damir.
13. Frankfort Avenue.
14. Bardstown Road.

So, there's a lot to appreciate. But there's also a severe lack of class. I've been hit on (in serial-killer-like ways), shouted at from inside of a moving vehicle, and almost peed on several times since I have arrived. But maybe it's just because I'm really attractive. (Not.) Also, I miss having girl friends that I can hang around with and laugh with and do stupid things with. But I sure have met some really, truly great people.

Love,
Me

Russian and West European Women, 1860-1939: Dreams, Struggles, and Nightmares

The title of this entry is a source for a paper I wrote about my character from The Seagull for LDix. Anyways.

I have not moved from the couch I'm sitting on. Today is my day of rest. Except I'm about to do Pilates™. Because I have been a lazy bum all summer and literally haven't done an inch of exercise since the first week.

Also, I feel okay about having a lazy day because tomorrow I'm going to be working from 7 am til 6 pm. And again the next day. And on Friday. But I have the weekend off. That's nice. I am looking forward to activities Max and I have planned for Saturday, though I might need to sleep in first. And then a full week of 11 hour days.

This is such a flaky post. Alas.

Initially, there were some issues with roommates in my sublet. Things are going alright now though, so I guess I won't complain about that here.

I have officially become a total hippy-dippy. Oops. The thing is, it's not awful. I just think more about my thoughts and feelings than I did before. If that's even possible. There are worse things. Right?

In other news, I'm coming home in less than a month. I have mixed feelings about that. My schedule is great, though I'd just rather not. OK. Things I'm excited about for Fall '08. Ready, set, go:

1) I'm not in a Krannert show --> less bullshit.
2) Sunday dinnerz.
3) Global Inequalities and Social Change (it's a great class. AND a GenEd. What could be better?)
4) Being in choir.
5) Living in 712 with Annah and Amy.
6) Having Ana across the street. And she's renting from Mr. Butz, who lives next door to my gramma. He's 80 something and still water skis.
7) Hanging out with CCorn some more. Turns out he's a cool dude.
8) Not to be a copy cat but: BOXED WINE.
9) Pilates and Abs of Steel.
10) Farmers Market.

Kthxbye.

almost leaving louisville

Hello. I have a mere two weeks left at Actors Theatre. I'm pretty freaked out. I don't know if I've really made the world's greatest impression upon the brilliant women of the literary department. However, I can usually come up with a good story or something to fill the silence.

Speaking of silence, that office is too quiet. I wish I could see what it's like there during Humana. What an exciting time that must be. I also think it would be so crazy if one of the scripts I've read this summer ended up in Humana. That is pretty unlikely, but it would be awesome.

I do want to go back to see Glengarry Glen Ross. So I will.

I don't know. Basically I just think that the people who run the literary department are so unique and dynamic and I wish I could be like each of them in some way. Maybe one day I will be. I wonder what I will be like when I am a real adult with a real job. But working at this theatre sort of reminds me how hard it is to

A. Get a job at a good theatre (it sort of seems like you just need to know a lot of people, and have good timing, and whatnot...and I hope I have that)
B. Be a playwright

And I want to do both of those things.

Things I'll miss about Louisville:

1. The strangeness of it
2. The beautiful parks
3. The winding roads
4. Dairy Kastle
5. The Victorian houses in Old Louisville
6. Cherokee Park
7. St. James court

And some other stuff, too. I hope I've grown here. I really hope that, most of all. I just think it's too early to tell. It's been too fast. Much too fast. But also, when I think about another few weeks of sitting in my grey cubicle under the florescent light, it makes my brain melt. I lose brain activity when I'm in there, unless we're listening to everyone at Actors talk about how they got there. It's just so exciting to me. But when I'm sitting in a cubicle, and it's silent, it makes me miss atmospheres where everyone's on top of each other and it's noisy and chaotic and I can concentrate more and make more interesting points/discoveries when I write, or when I read, or when I write about reading a play, or whatever. I really just don't like the atmosphere there, even though I like the people. And I like the people so much that I wish they were there more, even though I know it's important to go to a bunch of summer festivals and all.

I know this wasn't too exciting. But I have so many mixed feelings about leaving here, and everything, that it's sad/also exciting, because school will be great.

Stuff i'm excited about for U of I:

1. Moving into 712
2. Murphy's
3. Starting a band with Isaac
4. LAURIE CARLOS
5. Classes
6. Valleri Hohman
7. Other people I like
8. Sunday dinner
9. Boxed wine

I'll post soon. Shit's goin' down. In the my roommates in boston aren't as good as the other ones i have kind of way. Also, my dad is visiting S-ville and I couldn't be more pleased.

I have Uni High madrigals songs stuck in my head.

On Sunday, Max and Christina (Max's friend from school) and I went to the beach. The Singing Sand Beach. It was a great thing. We played in the water. We built a sand castle whilst discussing the finer points of Neo-Liberalism. We scuffed around and heard the sand squeal beneath our feet. It wasn't very melodic but it was still pretty sweet. I got a bit of a sunburn which, admittedly, I was intending to do. I know that skin cancer exists and that it's a bad thing, but I also like having a bit of a tan. What a predicament.

Annah can't come down and visit when I'm home for a few days. This makes me (and her) a sad pup. Life moves on, I know. But I want to whine about it for a mo'.

Last night, several of us discussed our first kisses. I just found out that the boy who was my first kiss is now married and has a baby girl on the way. WHAT?!? THAT COULD HAVE BEEN ME. I mean, it couldn't have been. Because I barely let him touch my boobs and he burped in my mouth after eating a cheeseburger and he said I love you and I replied with "Thanks." So, obvi that couldn't have been me. But still. What if it was/were/was?

I am going to New York tomorrow to play with my mom, who will also be in NY. So that's nice. Except I'm waking up in 5 hours. And I still haven't packed. No surprise there. Hopefully we'll see In the Heights, but I bet everyone and their mom (ha) is going to want to see it now that it's all "the best musical" and other shit like that. Lame. Maybe I'll sit in the front row again and Luis Salgado will wink at me and recognize me again at the flower shop the next night. One can only hope...

my dream last night

we were in greys anatomy (but not as actors-- we were real surgeons) and lisa dixon was our boss and there was someone who had to have open heart surgery so we poked some holes and they squirted out liquid but then they died. but we had to stay busy or lisa would get mad at us. there was some guy doing something and he gave out free food. but i wasn't invited so i was a stowaway with jake szczep. under a blanket. the painful light show was really hurting (it was stinging us like fireworks that hit our skin) so jake and i hid under the blanket. there was someone else there but i don't remember who. then the bus driver dropped everyone off at the camp fire party which was all of a sudden in champaign urbana and i didn't want to go. i wasn't supposed to be there so if i didn't go, i wouldn't get caught. so he let me use his weird phone (it was headphones with some numbers on them) to call my mom but her voice mail was a really long thing about campers who hadn't enrolled yet. turns out i called my own phone. then i called her phone. and then shotzee (my dog) appeared in puppet form. then i got to go home. the bus driver was nice. he was like pete, our landlord.