9/30/12

Ode to the Awesomeness of Owls

     I wish I was an owl. I really mean it. I’ve always been a night person, and I hate mornings. (Just ask my dad. He gets me up.) I think it would be cool to have wings, to be able to fly. And also, owls have great eyesight. I, sadly, don’t. Which means I have to wear geek glasses when I’m driving. If I was an owl, I wouldn’t have to drive, and my vision would be 20-20 anyway. So I could see small animals from far away in the dark. The only thing is, most owls are bulimic. Meaning they swallow small animals whole, then regurgitate the inedible parts. Which is gross, but at the same time cool. A lot of people think that owl pellets are owl poop, but that’s not true. They’re really owl puke. Not like that’s any better. They are also prone to insomnia, probably because they sleep during the day, and if they’re in a bad spot, the sunlight hurts their sensitive and amazing eyes. I’d still love to be an owl. Plus owls are pretty. They have gorgeous soft feathers and humongous eyes. I’ve always wished for distinctive eyes. Mine are just this nondescript gray-blue-green color. I like to imagine myself as a creamy white owl, with gray feather tips fading to black at the ends of my wings. In summary, my top 10 11 reasons for wishing to be an owl(inpo):

*Owls are night creatures. Night is my favorite time of day. If I can say that without sounding stupid. *Owls can fly. I’ve always wanted to be able to fly.
*Owls have really soft feathers. It’s like wearing a super-light down coat, that’s cool in the summer and warm in the winter.
*Owls have great vision. Theirs is almost as good as an eagle’s, until you factor in the part about being able to see in the dark. Then it’s WAY cooler.
*Owls always know what they had for dinner the night before. If someone I didn’t like asked me, “So, what’d you have for breakfast?” I’d say “Wanna see?”
*Owls are insomniacs. I think I’d like being an insomniac. I love my weirdness.
*Owls get to annoy people and get away with it. “Who, who?”
*Owls also scare people’s pants off on a dark road at night. (See “Who, who?” above.)
*Owls are pretty. Much prettier than I am as a human.
*Owls don’t go to school. They are naturally smart creatures.
*Owls can turn their heads almost 180 degrees. I really wish I could do that. It’d be almost as good as having eyes in the back of my head.

9/29/12

(Re)Grounded

     Do you know that feeling, when you've admired someone for a while, and then something happens that makes you realize that they're not what you thought they were?  I had that happen to me recently.  I will never again be able to look that person in the face without remembering that moment of realization.   I'm not angry with them; we all sin.  But it very nearly broke my heart to know that someone I looked up to is exactly like every other sinner in the world.  Everybody does this, you know?  We all have at least one person that we 'pedestal', so to speak, and create an idol out of.  For many, it's a parent, a sibling, a crush, a boyfriend/girlfriend, a teacher, a pastor.  Someone that we look up to as a role model, as perfect, as worthy of the unspotted love and affection we give them.  But, no one is perfect, so we are all fated to have that dreadful moment of discovery, of disappointment, of disillusionment.  It hurts like hell to go through, but we all will at some point (probably multiple ones) in our lives.  It helps to have someone you trust to take into confidence, to offer a shoulder to cry on, or to buy you ice cream and tell you everything will be alright.
     I know these things were sent to make me stronger, so I have a thought: If we all have at least one someone that we look up to, then what are the odds of each of us being that someone, for someone else?  Quite high, in my opinion.  So what if we all took that into consideration every time we get into a compromising situation.  If thinking of your mother being there doesn't phase you, think about the fact that there is probably someone watching to whom you mean the world, and who desperately wants you to make the right choice.  When you do, they cheer for you silently, and continue to watch and admire you.  When you don't, however, the heartbreak is immense and oppressive.  They may despise you afterwards.  They may mourn for the person they thought existed but is now gone forever.  They may go on with their life pretending like it never happened.  But any way they choose to deal with it, you have lost their full confidence and admiration forever.  Let that be a warning to all of us in situations where we think no one is watching.

9/27/12

Run For Your Wife

     So, I unexpectedly made the first school play of the semester when a friend had to drop out because of other commitments.  I got a call from the producer a day after finding out that I didn't make it.  Best phone call of my life!  I've been working with a great group of actors and crew ever since, and it has been one of the neatest experiences of my life.  It's a fairly small theatre, but there's only 8 cast members, so it's just cozy.  Small cast and crew is nothing new for me, but black box theatre is.  It's a really cool way to do theatre, because it means you can set up the staging any way you like: proscenium, thrust, in the round.  For this show we've got it set up proscenium, but it's different than a traditional theatre in that the audience is closer to the stage, and on the same level.  It's an intimate experience, but not in the way that the Blackfriars Playhouse is.
     The crew is absolutely amazing.  Last night, the set was bare, patchy, and mismatched.  This evening at rehearsal, it had all been painted.  The walls, the doors, the baseboards, the trim, the floor!  There were matching chairs and a large rug.  The doors opened into halls and rooms, instead of black spaces.  It was all dry, all coordinated, all lovely.  The doors slam and the props are organized.  The publicity team is doing a great job of getting the word out (*le me helping them....*), and the actors are fantastic.  I am so blessed to be a part of this production....  You guys all need to come see it!

9/21/12

Measuring Love

    I wonder if there's any way to know whether or not you really love someone.  Can love be measured?  I mean, we all say we love someone as much as we possibly can, but is it true?  Do we spend more of our love on them as a relationship progresses, or do we simply become capable of loving more?  Perhaps it's something of both.  Having been single all my life, I wouldn't know, but can any of us really answer the question "How much do you love me?" ?  Is it enough simply to love, or must we know how much of another person's heart we have?  Can it be gauged, or is it beyond all human reckoning?  I'm asking a lot of questions here, I know, but I'm honestly curious.  Does a married couple of 50 years love each other more than they did when they had only been married 25 years?  What about ten years?  Five years?  When they were engaged?  When they first began their relationship?  Do they in fact love each other more, or is it simply a different kind of love?  What if, during the first stages of a relationship, you love someone more and more, until you can't possibly love them any more.  Then, once that one person has all of your earthly affection and devotion, what if your love simply begins to mature?  For example, when you were conceived, you were a pair of cells.  Those cells divided and multiplied and divided again, and rearranged themselves and grouped up, and then you looked like a human, and then you were born, and then you grew some more, until you were complete.  All of your bones were as large and as powerful as they were ever going to be, your muscles were fully developed, your brain told your body what to do and it did it.  Then you began another growing process, but this one was invisible.  You began to mature.  You become more and more capable of intelligent thought, of reason and logic, and of proper and decorous behavior.  This mysterious self-education began before you were fully developed physically, but once your brain no longer had to worry about directing this protein to this muscle, and this vitamin to that internal organ, and telling the bones to build themselves up and the muscles to pull this way and that way, once all of that became routine and normal, then you could focus fully on developing your mind, your intelligence, your feelings.  That's how I think it works.  There's a bit of overlap with the two processes, but for the most part it's one first and then the other.  There's my opinion, anyway.  Not that it matters.

Friday Night

So, I'm in college, right?  And college students are notorious for getting themselves in trouble on the weekends.  I have to say, I have never felt more forever alone than on a weekend at Mary Baldwin.  All of my friends are going home for the weekend.  Their boyfriends/girlfriends/families come to see them.  They go downtown in large groups and go to dinner and parties and movies together.  And here I am, sitting in the art studio, staring at a sheet of expensive paper and a selection of drawing materials as if they will somehow magically make beautiful things appear if I look long enough.  I have no life, but that's okay.
     I hate being burnt out like this on a project.  I love to draw, to create something two-dimensional that is as beautiful if not more so than the 3D object that inspired it.  There it is!  Inspired.  There's no inspiration right now.  Only a fear of failing, of not being good enough, of messing it all up and having to start over again.  That has to be it.  But why?  I know I can, I know I want to, but somehow I just can't.  And it's due Monday.  This is not good.  Will somebody please tell me what to do?  I need a studio buddy for moral support.....  Any volunteers?

9/8/12

Wondering.....

.....if I made the right decision leaving home at 16.  Not because classes are an issue (they're not), but because I'm afraid I'm going to change irrevocably in ways that I'd rather not.  I don't know how the next four years are going to go, but the beginning is.....  Interesting.  I've made friends, but I have yet to find someone who's really anything much like me.  Some are party girls, some study all the time, and some are always at the gym. Some of them have sailor's mouths, some are quiet, and some are opinionated.  I had lunch one day this week with a Korean girl, a Japanese girl, and an Indian girl.  I have a friend from Northern Ireland and a friend from North Carolina.  The diversity at this school is nothing to be sneezed at.

But I have to say that there is a degree of comfort in uniformity.  That's why we tend to form groups of people who are similar to ourselves.  In my sociology class, Dr. Wells is separating us into 'communes' for our group projects.  The point is to develop a society based on a common aspect, such that it excludes those who do not share the chosen similarity.  It can be as serious as religion, or as silly as a love of fried pickles.  It can be a single attribute, or a complex combination.  I can't wait to find out who's in my group and start hashing out ideas.  Our final project will be a demonstration to the class of how our commune works through a skit, a powerpoint, an interview, a series of posters, whatever we think is the most effective way of demonstrating what holds us together.  I'm rambling again, but I thought it was rather appropriate to the subject.

Anyway, my point was.....  I forgot what my point was.   Oh, right.  Was this the right thing to do?  Or will I graduate at 20 having ruined my life by going to college before I was ready?  Am I ready?  I actually don't see how it matters now.  I'm here, and--- OMG RAINBOW!!!!!!!  Huge, bright, colorful rainbow, right outside my dorm room window. and the sky's pink in places and purple in places and orange in places and it's fabulously beautiful.  I guess it's not so bad here after all......