Well, it has been a while. Mea culpa. Lets see...what do I have...
You do not depart.
But we do not
So I have had a very long weekend. We spent 28 hours building the set for the show. It looks amazing. But we aren't quite done yet. Don't worry, we'll finish. I have had the itch to write the whole week, but I am not sure about what. I have so much to say, and nothing to talk about. If only there was something...
They strolled together along the dark riverside, stealing kisses in the misty darkness between puddles of lamplight. A car approaches, twin eyes burn through the fog. He pulls her hand. She follows and they tumble down the bank. Coming to a stop near a newly-fallen tree, he pulls her close. They gave up at the tinted night, picking out the faint glimmer of stars through the mist. Across the nearly placid river lies the City. After a while she pulls his head towards the light. Her head goes to his shoulder and sticks, her hands wrap around him. Safe. The drizzle no longer penetrates the greatcoats. They kiss. She smiles.
Wow, that was a bit mushy. Sorry about that. I'll try to keep that to a minimum coming up. Hum...what else have I been up to? Well there was the trip to the E.R., but thats not really to entertaining. I have been writing a research paper on women's education in America. You want to read some of that? Okay...
This was due, partially, to the work of M. Carey Thomas, who advocated single-sex education as the most effective way to education women. Carey, the second president of Bryn Mawr College, strongly argued for the same education for both men and women. This brought her into direct confrontation with president of Harvard, Charles Eliot. Eliot believed that women could not stand up to the rigors of a classical education (Horowitz 317). Carey, in direct opposition to that idea, held up only the highest entry standards for Bryn Mawr and strongly advocated for an equal education, regardless of sex. Her battle with Eliot over education often grew heated, and she wrote to a friend saying, “Eliot disgraced himself. He said the traditions of past learning and scholarship were of no use to women’s education…that women’s colleges ought to be schools of manners and really was hateful” (Thomas).
Anything else for you? I'm sure you're probably gone by now, so I can probably sneak in some sort of inappropriate Latin phrase right now:Utinam barbari spatium proprium tuum invadant! Illiud Latine dici non potest. Hahaha...why aren't you laughing? It's really funny, trust me. I don't really have much else at the moment. Life has been interesting recently. Nothing to major. I've realized I don't do a good job of being proud of myself. I have an anti-ego issues. (Cue disagreements from peanut gallery.)
He sits alone at his desk. The laptop shines a thin blue light, barely illuminating his bare face. A single, red desk lamp provided bare light for the entire room. It flickers as the train passes outside the cracked window. He sits back, the chair creaking underneath despite his small frame. Slowly, he reaches for the spectacles, not glasses, spectacles near his right hand. The clock on his wrist tells him it's 11:49, but time is unimportant. It's relative after all. This man knows that fact well. So he takes his time putting on the spectacles. As they slide down his nose, the world comes into focus. He stares down at the pad of paper to his left. Three days of work. Gingerly, he lowers his chair back to the floor. It's old hardwood, the finish long gone and holes slowly opening up below his legs. But he takes no notice. He begins to type. The words come out slow at first, tentative, but soon his fingers glide across the keyboard. His hands look almost motionless. Only the line of text rapidly marching across the screen belies his true speed.