January 10, 2005

• The Daily News

  
  

  1   It's sort of funny. I now put the DN up on a Xanga, which is the modern equivalent to the village square, where it is hung out there for all to see and admire. Xanga is this relatively new phenomena, having come to its peak sometime at the end of summer, '03. I always thought it was pretty charming, because it gives all the kids an opportunity to put feelings, emotions, artwork, poetry, pictures, and all the rest out there for all to see.

  
  

  2  I jumped into one of those a couple of years ago, because I had been doing the Daily News since 1996 anyway, so it's basically the same thing, only EVERYBODY is doing them. It's fun being the only teacher out there with the nerve to do that. Hey, as I said, I always DID do this!

  
  

  3  The reason it's sort of funny, though, is that when I go back and check my old entries, Xanga decides to replace my original pictures with my new ones. So last night, for example, I wanted to go re-visit my entry about the Senior Sunrise, because it was such a fun, lovely day, and it had a picture of the Freshmen Spriit Week! Right smack, dab in the middle of my CAREFULLY chosen pictures was a picture of the Freshmen! Ya gotta love it!

  
  

  4  So Xanga needs to shape up a little in that area. Otherwise, it's a real kick to read all the fun stuff kids write about. A couple of years ago, it was the absolute RAGE, but it's tamed down somewhat. I still thoroughly enjoy throwing stuff up there on the DN each day. It takes time, but it's fun. Gives people something to goof on each day, and the alumni are still getting news from the front lines here in the Performing Arts building.

  
  

  5  Speaking of which, I was busily sketching out the sound show for our upcoming night of one-acts, A Love Letter the night before last, when I began taking pictures of...well...things. Things in the P.A. office; things that have been in there since I first came into the building a long, long time ago. I was listening to some beautifully sad piano pieces, and just started looking at all the stuff on the walls, and the memories came to me, and I turned stupidly sentimental, which I have been known to do a lot lately.

  
  

  6  As my mate Paul McCartney said when he got a bit choked up at his Back in the USSA dvd, "It's allowed..."

  
  

  7  I coasted over the pictures that have always been up there: the weird clown guy with the ducks for hands, the somber painting of Charlie Chaplin, and that sort of mime person sitting on that half-moon, among other things. And I looked at all the programs of shows, and the music played and played, and I guess you could say I just had a moment.

  
  

  8  It's allowed.

  
  

  9  I thought of all the laughs, and of all the good days, with lovers and friends I still can recall...

  
  

  10  Yeah, that was for you.

  
  

  11  And to be honest, I found it hard to think of the bad times, because the good times smiled all over me, and I thoroughly enjoyed all of it: every Under-the-Clock, every hokey-pokey, every Fair Show, and every flower and hug, all of it.

  
  

  12  A Love Letter is a salute to all of  you, to everyone who ever had a lovely moment in this building. It's one acts, yes, but it has a special feel to it this year. We play this Friday night at 8, our Opening Night, and it goes Saturday, and then Thursday through Saturday next weekend as well. I hope you can all go.

  
  

  13  Curtain at 8, even though we don't have curtains!

  
  

  14  And for your viewing pleasure: the essence of the Drama Workshop!! <applause, applause!>

  
  

  15  Peace.

  
  

  

  
  

  

  
  

  

  
  

  

  
  

  

  
  

  

  
  

  

  
  

  

  
  

  

  
  

  

  
  

   

  
  

  a love letter.

  
  

  begins friday.

  
  

  peace.

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