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Saturday, April 30, 2005

In under twelve hours I'll be flying across the nation to hang out with a group of extremely cool folk (with one or two possible exceptions*) from Echoing the Sound. On Sunday, we'll be attending the Coachella Festival, where, for the first time in five years, I'll see Nine Inch Nails, the band that changed my goddamn life, motherfuck.

It will be good to get away, even if it's only for a weekend. Matt and I are always at our best when we're travelling together. I can feel knots in my back untangling just thinking about it.

*You never know until you meet them. My full judgement is reserved until then.

Catching my eye on the interwebnet:

King Lear is slowly breaking my heart. We've been watching the Olivier version in my Shakespeare class at HACC. The effort it took to keep from breaking down and weeping in class on Friday during the last scene of act four was physically painful.
How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty?

You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave:
Thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound
Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears
Do scald like moulten lead.

Sir, do you know me?

You are a spirit, I know: when did you die?

Still, still, far wide!

He's scarce awake: let him alone awhile.

Where have I been? Where am I? Fair daylight?
I am mightily abused. I should e'en die with pity,
To see another thus. I know not what to say.
I will not swear these are my hands: let's see;
I feel this pin prick. Would I were assured
Of my condition!

O, look upon me, sir,
And hold your hands in benediction o'er me:
No, sir, you must not kneel.

Pray, do not mock me:
I am a very foolish fond old man,
Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less;
And, to deal plainly,
I fear I am not in my perfect mind.
Methinks I should know you, and know this man;
Yet I am doubtful for I am mainly ignorant
What place this is; and all the skill I have
Remembers not these garments; nor I know not
Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me;
For, as I am a man, I think this lady
To be my child Cordelia.

And so I am, I am.

Be your tears wet? yes, 'faith. I pray, weep not:
If you have poison for me, I will drink it.
I know you do not love me; for your sisters
Have, as I do remember, done me wrong:
You have some cause, they have not.

No cause, no cause.
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