I now have 200 channels. There is the scotch tape channel, mountain goat vision, and operations for men.
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I woke up feeling slightly sick. Was it today or yesterday I woke up sad about Herb being no longer with us. Then I heard on NPR a talk with people who have changed careers: an investor banker who moved to Louisiana to become a catfish farmer and now runs a book shop in Minnesota. A lawyer who is now a trucker. Each of them harbored secret dreams: is being at camp as head counsellor my secret dream? Or is it an effort to run away from my dream - of forging a career as a director?
Saw Confessions of a Dangerous Mind. Kirsten Wilson is in it.
. I think she could be a huge star. Thought the movie was pretty frigging ok. Not great. What was it about? He's crazy? He's in love? What's the struggle? Between Julia Roberts and Drew Barrymore? I just have not been having fun at the movies.
Last night's monty python was the famed bicycle tour. Today, Ian McNaughton, the director of the python episodes, has died.
Do not be daunted. Kick some tuchus. Read John Guare's Landscape of the Body. Slight. How do you make songs like that work in a straight play? And there is something so darn light about it all. It just doesn't seem to matter much.
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