Thursday, February 18, 2010

On the verge of a nervous breakdown

Since June 2009, many things have changed, but the most recent is that I will no longer teach ESL at Casa Marianella. Nine months there. NINE! I could've gone one full year, but I just can't. And for this, I'm terribly sad.

School is absolutely consuming my life. And my internship adds extra stress by subtracting heavily from my already scarce free time.

For example, I've got a paper due tomorrow, which I'm only starting now. I will get it done, but I am sacrificing a bit of my health and mental stability for it. It's actually due at 5 p.m. which gives me more time, but guess what I'm doing between 10 and 5 tomorrow? Class for two hours... then internship.

I hope that this isn't the beginning of a meltdown for me.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

As I eavesdrop, I realize

That we are all the same. That we all want the same things. That we are no different from each other.



And that everything's a crapshoot. Random draw. That one will get picked. And the others left behind. Does it matter who wants it more? Does it matter who needs it more? Does anything matter any more?

NoooOF COURSE!ooooo

Completed readings for the semester thus far

Barabbas, Pär Lagerkvist
The New Jerusalem Bible (various books from Old and New Testaments)
Phaedo, Plato
The Importance of Being Earnest
, Oscar Wilde
Heartbreak House, George Bernard Shaw
An Inspector Calls, J.B. Priestley
The Winslow Boy, Terence Rattigan
Under Milk Wood, Dylan Thomas
Waiting for Godot, Samuel Beckett

Monday, February 15, 2010

I could've been a Smith...

...somewhere down the road.

Thankfully, we've got patrilineality.

And I've ended up with a far less common last name.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

The dried ear corn of Sojourner Truth

Don't really know how to go about blogging these days. So, let's mix things up.

Remember that candle metaphor I used in one of my entries back then? No wax, all wane.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Monday, February 8, 2010

Super Bowl Ads, Year 2010

I don't feel like creating another entry on blogger. Sleep transcends me.

Just visit my tumblr:

http://edmarc.tumblr.com/tagged/Super_Bowl

I'll be posting my favorite ones in the next couple of days.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Score, chore, abhor, snore, galore

I. Score
Got in! The archetypal dandy of the Victorian era! Groups: one, two, three, four; Fathers! Mothers! Young adults! Younger adults! And I with the second. The patriarch arrives -- astounded! Fill 'em up! wanders my thoughts.

2. Chore
Carry on carry on momentum moves forward unaware of the exponential amounts of energy invested in this task build build labor labor labor build beer & wine fuels me sin.

3. Abhor
Walks in. Archetypal damsel. No distress. Friends with full-length mirrors -- a house full! In every room, they walk and talk, but no reflection. Can they think?

Walks in. Archetypal bane of my existence. Fulfillment! HA. That's my purpose in the world. I want to be full. You want [your pockets] to be full. We all want to be full.

Just go. Archetypal family. Dining suits, dresses. Wine only. No BEER, SIN cerveza. Yup --

4. Snore
-- People scatter.
The arrival of the latter.
Boy now what's the matter?
Did this illusion shatter?
Rain goes pitter patter.
("Be careful, the roads are wet." / I'm sorry? / "The roads are wet. Be careful")
All this silly chatter.
What is it that I'm after?
Flatter (to deflate), flatter (to inflate), flatter (to make flat).
Lies and all disaster.
Future now a tatter.
Part 3 about a fratter.
Clink clunk clatter.

5. Galore
With needle and thread in hand, I seek to mend. Remember that scene in Kazan's A Streetcar Named Desire? When glass meets glass? Open up the vault to this echo chamber and step outside. Numbers one and two, pen in hand ready to mark off.

Close the curtains.