Lies, lies, it's all lies...

So my last post was totally a lie, because 7 hours later I was definitely back in the familiar dazed realm of not knowing what was going on and wanting desperately to sleep. But the last two days have been (really honestly) pretty awake, or at least, I made it til 9 or so at my friend's barbecue before I started to pass out, and today I've got full consciousness, enough to work 5 hours for my part-time job editing the Taoism textbook. This is progress. By Thursday maybe I can actually (*gasp*) exercise. Now that would be a novel idea. And about time, too, because Wade (3rd-degree aikido black belt, and way hardcore) and Liz and probably people from the Kobukan (aikido dojo in Minneapolis) are going to be down on Saturday for alumni weekend to throw us around. Which will be awesome, now that I'm awake enough to enjoy it.

Yep, I'm going back to Minnesota tomorrow. I can't say it's not kind of a relief. Somehow the summer has been more stressful so far than the school year... or at least the school year post-"Flies," because I don't know what could top "The Flies" for stress.

But we saw a quite excellent play on Sunday. For those of you who don't know Martin McDonagh's plays, you should. This man is brilliant. My favorite of his is The Pillowman, which you should all read because it is phenomenal - satirical and scary and funny and political and dramatic, and the main character tells these crazy stories, and I suppose it doesn't help that when I saw it last year it was with Jeff Goldblum and Billy Crudup. If there were more amazing male actors at Carleton, this is the play that would motivate me to stop being so down on directing. Maybe next year.

But in any case, the one we saw on Sunday was "The Lieutenant of Inishmore," which is much - much - more bloody, and also more heavy-handed with the moral-political message, but it's a good message (about violent extremism being generally a bad thing which leaves the innocents to clean up, or in this case, hack up the corpses) so you can excuse him. Also at one point there is a very friendly-looking live cat on stage, whose life you genuinely fear for. (Note to directors: live animals in seeming threat of execution = powerful stage device.)

Anyway, next post from Minnesota! I'll be leading a fantastic nomadic lifestyle out of my car for 10 days, so I may or may not have time/motivation to post... but hey, nobody really reads this anyway, so it doesn't much matter, huh?