Monday, June 28, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
I didn't make myself clear on FaceBook. The Book of Face. Das Buch von Gesicht. Il libro di faccia.
My post was...TIZ is learning not to trust. Sad.
And people were worried. People told me to hang on. One thought it was miraculous I had gotten this damn old without learning this lesson.
I love my peeps.
It's not that I don't trust the world. I do. And I will continue to do do do...struth. Sorry K.
But I don't have to trust everyone.
What I did learn today is that if I place my trust in you and you hurt me emotionally OR physically or are selfish or mock me, well...it would be foolhardy and dangerous for me to trust you again.
So...sadly, I learned not to trust today. Not the universe. Not mankind. But a man...kinda...in the universe.
Maybe two...or three.
And that's okay...'cause there are a couple of billion scattered souls left for me to truss...I mean trust.
Blah de blah blah blog.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Subject: cleo in cleveland, clowning and clubbing
Date: 06:50 PM 2/22/99
i depart tomorrow for cleveland (of all places) to play cleo (if you only understood the irony of that) in “most happy fella” at the great lakes theater. i am overjoyed, as this is my first real “character” role in years. i don’t have to be pretty at all . . . and they’re actually letting me dance . . . yippeeee!
yummies for my tummy and snail mail can be sent to me
c/o great lakes theater
1919 state street, suite 2203
cleveland, oh 44115
will miss you all desperately . . . love to all of you and my treasured family.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Subject: Re: log-on, log-off, linguistic lothario (i like that better)
Date: 02:40 PM 2/21/99
My avidly amorous alliterating Aphrodite (that’s me.e. to you),
Dilatory delay of dialogue: The last few days have been nutty. The kids were off from school and rebelling against babysitters, so I tried to spend as much time at home with them as possible. I left this message unsent and half-composed, and only just now had a chance to finish it. Now and then life is a little overwhelming for the single parent.
Passion for parallel people: You mean you’ve become a single parent?
Pizza party pandemonium: Last night, I held a pizza and beer party for the first year Ph.D. students. There are about 20 people in the class, and all but one showed up. I bought seven pizzas and three cases of beer. The pizzas disappeared within 10 minutes, and the beer only lasted about four hours. I just don’t think these kids are taking their studies seriously enough.
Passion for parallel people: You mean you’ve become an economist?
Hedging high hurdles: I wondered when we’d give up on the impossible alliteration of “al” and make do with “a”—I thought we might have to resort to foreign languages, where I am at a definite disadvantage.
Monica’s morose mire: She has done worse: ages 15 through 18 were total nightmare city. But she’s been doing much better for a couple of years, and I had hoped that the worst was behind us. I just don’t understand it: I’ve talked to her about this kind of thing, and I’ve told her not to get caught.
OOB oops: OK, I checked it out. Webster’s New Collegiate Dictionary defines OOB as off-off-broadway (but says it’s a noun, so I guess there’s no such thing as an “OOB performance”).
Still court-ing danger,
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Subject: *do not open until friday*
Date: 12:39 PM 2/19/99
from your abandoned alliterative angel
i am in connecticut with nonapap (that’s rod and ginny tislead, my parents, to you) until saturday, and therefore unattainable via e.e.-mail . . .
. . . so in response to your unasked questions:
numero uno: that’s you
two’s company: with me
three’s a crowd: most definitely
(i plead the) fifth: do i need to answer that one?
next time i e.e. i could very well be clowning and clubbing it in cleveland . . . blaaagh!
hope court was fun . . .
meandering mellifluous me.e.