It's All About Me!
Okay, something appears to be wrong with the Blogger. I'm just writing this to see if it shows up. My corrections and the last entry have both failed to be published.
I should really be more adamant about proof reading. I've been trying without success to correct the typos from my last entry, which include the URL within the link I provided. If you're interested, clcik
here to vivist the Shakespeare festival of Dallas.
I went to Shakespeare in the Park last night with my father, his girlfriend, her daughter, my sister, and Shana. They were doing The Taming of the Shrew, which I have always loved, but never seen live. I had seen Kiss Me Kate live, but that doesn't quite count. Anyway, I thought they did a fabulous job with it. I ate something called a Cool Dog. It looks like a hot dog, but it's made with ice cream and other strange things. It frightened me at first, but turned out to be quite tasty. You should try one if you're ever at the
Shakespeare Festival of Dallas.
It's amazing to me that after so many centuries, people are still in love with Shakespeare. His work isn't just forced on people in high school like Beowulf and the Canterbury Tales. It's something people actually get excited about, and we still go to the park to see his plays, and we laugh at the humor, weep at the tragedy. Why is that? What is the secret to writing something timeless? Is there a secret to it at all? I have so many thoughts on Shakespeare, but I won't assault you with all of them. I will say this: I think his way with dialogue was nothing short of magical. I can't think of any writer in history more quoted than William Shakespeare. And I must say, it never gets old to hear this done. Cole Porter was right. It never hurts to "brush up your Shakespeare."
This morning I woke up from a dream in which I sold my soul to the devil for twenty-billion dollars. It's funny, because I had just last night been discussing dreams with my friend Helena, and I told her that I never do anything in my dreams that I wouldn't do in real life. That's disturbing. When I woke up, that's all I could think about. I wondered if I really would sell my soul for twenty-billion. At first, I told myself that I wouldn't. No amount of money would be worth eternal damnation. But then I started to think of all the things I could accomplish in life with that kind of money, and I realized that I really DIDN'T know what my answer would be if the devil himself approached me with such an offer. Why did I dream that? And the devil was so suave and charming. He was everything I'd always wanted him to be.
Wouln't it be nuts, if there really is a devil like in all the old tales. A devil who is much, much more than just a metephore? And if there were such an entity, what if he heard me say to Helena, "I never do anything in my dreams that I wouldn't do in real life." So he took me at my word and ACTUALLY purchased my sould as I slept with my full consent! The sad thing is, I'm not sure I would be too terribly upset. After all, there IS a lot to be done with twenty-billion dollars. And if it's done, then it's done. So why not make the best of it? :)
My sister's 25th birthday was yesterday, and we celebrated it both on Sunday night and last night. I've had too much cake. Thank God for the kickboxing fitness class I'm in. That's the workout to end all workouts.
I found out for sure that I got the apartment I was after. Whew! Now I just have to move into it...up three flights of stairs. And it seems I am moving on the busiest weekend of all time. Hopefully there will be enough people to help. I know at least some people will help me, and I thank God for the truest of true friends.
Other than that, I went to two Tae Kwon-Do classes, then came home and fretted over packing. You never know how much useless stuff you have until you prepare to move!
I'm getting ready to move on the 5th of July. I am so stressed out! Still, I can't wait to have it behind me and be in a new apartment after seven years at this one. The place I may end up moving to is very, very nice. The people in the office there have been nothing but enthusiastic and friendly. I am moving to the third floor, and they tell me the view is fantastic. Of course, I have a beautiful view here. The book I'm working on has been very much inspired by this view. The trees, the creek, the squirrels. Seems the perfect place for 3-inch high gnomes to thrive. That view is one thing I will dearly miss. The view where I'm going looks out over the pool. I'm sure it's lovely, but it just won't be the same. It's man made beauty, when I'm so used to the beauty of nature. Ah the creek! It's magnificent when it rains, and the creek goes mad! It makes it clear to me why some rivers in the past had been considered gods!
I will embrace the new apartment though. The pros of moving at this point far outweigh the cons. The new complex has a 24-hour gym, covered parking, a place to wash my truck if I like, security gates that WORK! And the apartment itself, judging by the model I was shown, is just what I need in terms of space. My mind has been preoccupied with visions of decorating and arranging the furniture. Perhaps I'll have a housewarming party when it's all put together.
For now, I really must focus on cramming my life into countless cardboard boxes.
What's the deal with blogs anyway? Why are they so interesting? I like them because they let me see into someone else's head. People usually just post day-to-day activities, but it's so real. I guess that's the draw.
I was thinking it would be neat if everyone kept these blogs. Then, we could all look in on each other's lives and see what everyone was up to. I suppose if that's what I want, then I must start the trend. I already keep a personal journal, but this blog is something that anyone can read. Less private. This is where my family and distant friends can look in on me and see what's new at any time. I suppose I'll attach this to my professional web site. Then again, maybe not. I don't know if that would be pretentious. Of course, I did say a while back that I wanted that site to be more personal. I wanted it to show me as a person more, so that the people who read my work would know me and know, perhaps, some of my inspiration. So it isn't pretentious, so long as I don't assume everybody
wants
to know me. I'll just put this there for those that do, and for the relatives and friends I rarely see or hear from. That was an easy decision.
