tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33037522009-07-26T20:54:53.685-05:00Life at the end of the alphabet...Z.noreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3303752.post-18401457594273710752007-06-02T19:28:00.001-05:002007-06-02T19:28:48.237-05:00

Welcome to L.A. Originally uploaded by zulaufdesign nuff said.

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So I am currently in the "mistake by the lake"--Cleveland, glorious Cleveland. It's not the best city I've ever visited. Probably not the second best. Or third. But it's not a bad place to come and spend a couple days doing absolutely nothing. It's exactly the sort of place you want to go to clear your head. Life seems simpler in Cleveland. You look around and think to yourself, "if these

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This is jesse jackson being interviewed on mich ave one minute ago.

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Im on my way to the premiere of Water at chidramatists. I am running late. I hope i get there. I hope it's good.

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This is nick.

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It's Tech for the show I'm ADing / acting in. So I'm tired. I'm a smidge confused. I hope the show works. And I'm generally lovin it. This whole theatre thing... I think I'm in favor of it. I've been acting a lot more than I have for a while recently. And that feels strange. I get really nervous. People are always very complimentary, but it never gets comfortable. I never feel

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There's something in the 4 degree air here that is making it tough to focus and work. I had a guy yesterday explain it like this: when you are walking through snow and ice for weeks at a time, unsure of your footing, it makes your heart and mind unsure of itself. And he might have nailed it. It's draining to always be jumpy. It keeps your breathing constrained to to the upper limits of your

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Fuck clothes. Time and distance make the man.

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I have now weeded out the unfaithful. If after that LONG silence, you still check this lowly site of mine, you are permitted to continue doing so. Love you all. So, I'm in the lovely Seattle-Tacoma International Airport at the moment. t's a lovely day. Lovely lovely. I miss Sonie-jet-pants-a-riffic! I've been on a plane for the last two days straight. Recap from trip: Detroit blows.

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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

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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

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I have fabulous blue hair.

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Okay, I'm dashing out the door to have a late breakfast, but I got pissed off in the shower and had to come post quickly. What the hell is up with the phrase "All things being equal?" I mean really, when was the last time you were aware of ALL things being equal? I don't know why this is pissing me off at the moment, but it is. I'll need to write a short play called all things being equal,

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On my 10 point scale, I've been holding steady at about a six for the past couple days. I'm not entirely sure why that is, but it is. I'm just feeling eh. I've been getting headaches often, and my back and neck are sore. And that just blows. Not so much a good thing. My brother was hit by a drunk driver a while back--he's fine--but through a snafu with the insurance company, a towtruck

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To write fiction, you must only keep answering the same question, and keep answering it well--what happens next? It doesn't seem like such a hard thing to do, really, but it is. I can't say why exactly. I have some guesses, but I don't reeally know. Perhaps it's because of that little word "well." What makes one answer a good answer, and what makes another one bad? I suppose that a good

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This is a post. This is a little section of my day where I sit down and type some thoughts in to a computer. This is something I have neglected to do for some time, and for an even longer time with any regularity. I'm back. I'm well rested. And I don't have any more worthwhile excuses. So if you see me slacking with my posts, and you see me in the grocery store or wherever, kick my ass.

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Home.

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I come home tomorrow. But that's tomorrow. tonight I'm in London. I have a pounding headache. I'm angry. And sad. And Tired. And overwhealmed. And just stuff. I need to have my own bed, and sleep for a long time, and then drink a shit-load of coffee. And then invite all the really cool people I know over for one giant cuddle-fest. I need processing time. And decompressing time. And,

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Fine, you all want to know? Potato chips. I got arrested for potato chips. And, yes, I'm serious.

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I'm not really functioning at the moment. I keep staring at the screen and failing to actually come up with a full thought to put down. What am I thinking about? I'm sad to be leaving here. i've really grown attached to Vilnius. With all it's faults and backwardsness and annoyances it's still lively and charming. And funny. And i really would like to come back. Maybe open up a hotdog

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No trip to Lithuania is complete without that one good "time I got arrested" story. Luckily I've been able to take care of mine. That's right. I got arrested in Lithuania. How cool is that?

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Okay, so US got a serious ass-whoopin' by Poland. They're still winning this thing. i mean, it's just the world cup. And, i mean, it's only soccer. We're winning it. It's all part of the strategy. We like being the underdog. We like being underestimated. Because then it hurts even more when we take you down. We don't just like winning, we like it to sting. We don't play the whole,

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Oh, and I'll be living with TMFSanders when I get back. Also, USA is going to beat the pants off Poland in World Cup action tomorrow and advance to the next round. The US team is so badass. Wait, am I actually paying attention to soccer? What's up with that? GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooal!!!! hehe.

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Lithuania is a strange place. Vilnius is very familiar somehow--less foreign than Poland, even. It's a lot like a small city in Pennsylvania that you just accidently overlooked that was settled 600 some years ago with cobblestone streets and where they aren't into lawn care. They speak Lithuanian here one of two surviving Baltic languages--very old, and very complicated to learn and speak--

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