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Friday, November 11, 2005

Things I currently enjoy:
  • Mucking around on the Internet between scenes

  • Thinking about King Lear next year

  • My life fades. The vision dims. All that remains are memories. I remember a time of chaos. Ruined dreams. This wasted land. But most of all, I remember The Road Warrior. The man we called "Max". To understand who he was, you have to go back to another time. When the world was powered by the black fuel. And the desert sprouted great cities of pipe and steel. Gone now, swept away. For reasons long forgotten, two mighty warrior tribes went to war and touched off a blaze which engulfed them all. Without fuel, they were nothing. They built a house of straw. The thundering machines sputtered and stopped. Their leaders talked and talked and talked. But nothing could stem the avalanche. Their world crumbled. The cities exploded. A whirlwind of looting, a firestorm of fear. Men began to feed on men. On the roads it was a white line nightmare. Only those mobile enough to scavenge, brutal enough to pillage would survive. The gangs took over the highways, ready to wage war for a tank of juice. And in this maelstrom of decay, ordinary men were battered and smashed. Men like Max. The warrior Max. In the roar of an engine, he lost everything. And became a shell of a man, a burnt out, desolate man, a man haunted by the demons of his past, a man who wandered out into the wasteland. And it was here, in this blighted place, that he learned to live again...

  • Captains and the Kings. It's terribly trashy, but a neat page-turner, and I don't need my brain engaged any more than it is right now.

  • Scoring 49/50 this morning on an online sociology exam I didn't study for in the slightest

  • Reading the posts of other students who argue that women shouldn't be on the front lines because "men are more on the “nature” side of things; they are the hunters and providers. Women are on the “nurture” side of things; they have the mothering characteristics." Nature? Nurture? Torture.

I do wish that I could connect emotionally to the play a little better tonight. I feel like I'm low on energy, so I have been pushing myself in the hope of finding my stride - only to be told backstage that I'm somehow louder, angrier, and more energetic than usual. I hate when my performance indicator malfunctions.
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