I've currently resumed my audition proctoring duties for for Tank Plays. The 8:00 crew just went in. I'm sitting on the sidewalk outside the Nippon Kan snaking somebody's high speed wireless network connection. Go technology. And it's just a figgin' postcard out over Elliott Bay--Ferry, water, lighthouse, mountains, sunset. It's surreal at this moment to think that we live 10 months out of the year wading through grey and then it can turn around and look like this. Amazing. Just amazing.

I've been having technical difficulties posting to lastinline. My apologies. I'm on my housemates computer now, and it seems to work just fine.

So a few days ago, I was talking with my Mom. I had just dyed my hair blue. And she was telling me how I certainly hadn't got the aspect of my personality which feels comfortable running off and getting all crayola on my hair from her. To which I responded, "I must have gotten it from Dad." Which, if you know my dad, is funny. And then after a few more lines of dialog we both came to the conclusion that I got it from theater.

I hadn't ever thought of theater as a third rearing entity in my life, but the more I think about it, the more I realize it is. I think that's cool and more than a little freightening. And that's the end of my ability to talk with any small portion of inteligence on the subject.