April 25, 2006
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The Daily News
No More Tuesdays.
1 It's Tuesday. We've been through this before. Most people don't do Mondays. I don't do Tuesdays. Now LEAVE.
2 I'm PREPARED for Mondays for goodness sakes, especially after a long break. I slip in as a virtual James Bond for godssakes. I arrive late, avoid people, get through it as quickly as possible, and arrive home safely, stealthily shifting through shadows and dashing inside before anyone can see me. CIA slick. I shower and have a martini, shaken, not stirred. And I smirk at the enemy named Monday that just can't get the goods on me.
3 Then Tuesday visits like a bum relative, unloads its stuff all over my life, and seems to hang around forever.
4 I've had a campaign for years now to eliminate Tuesday as a day of the week.
5 Definitely on to something there.
6 I returned home last night, rolling my eyes at how much stuff I suddenly have on the plate this week. I conked out early, as always, only to awaken to a blank tablet at 1 a.m.
7 It's funny because the whole time I was on break, I missed writing the DN, and now I wake up and nothing jumps into this thick skull of mine.
8 So last night I just decided to go back to my DN from a year ago. It was pretty interesting because we had just finished a weekend of turning the stage over for Music in the Parks the Saturday before <it was a Monday last year>, all happening after we had ushered in UCSC's Winter's Tale and when we had set up and then canceled the Warrior Idol show due to a blackout, all under my watch. We brought in Music in the Parks, followed by a religious group, AND a campus cleanup, which I marginally ushered in.
9 This followed with a trip to Wendy's to support that wonderful organization on the day they gave out free Frosties, the day on which Peter had put his finger through his cup of chile. Sparky fell in love with a news media lady that day, and it was just a funny day.
10 Funny, I'm listening to this CD that was given to me yesterday as I write this, and right as I'm going through all this, Your Song starts playing. Right now.
11 Somehow it just seems perfect. But then it always seems perfect. And when I went to edit it after an hour and arrived on this very line, it played again. Very CIA. But I digress...
12 Those who were with us that day will also remember a great trip to the gas station when this guy who one could only describe as huge and pink bent over to pump gas and the entire gas station welcomed him in with an enormous smile as he bent over and cracked the Earth with outbursts of laughter that would have registered in Berkeley.
13 Thunderous applause.
14 Vivien mentioned that this huge pink and white fellow turned "beet red" as we all just laughed glorious tears, and finally departed
15 That was a year ago.
16 525,600 minutes ago, I imagine, give or take a few minutes.
17 A lot has changed since then. We have another show we are ushering in and which I need to do light design for, Music in the Parks was canceled this year, Warrior Idol is up this Thursday night, I need to get lights in for BOTH those. I'm going to be a judge. A group is using the Theatre on Saturday followed by a huge tech in which I need to help finish the set, do a light design, and have a cue-to-cue rehearsal on Sunday, do sound and lights Monday and Tuesday, and the show opens next Thursday night!
18 Nice to see I've slowed down.
19 So it's now almost 2 a.m. This CD rocks.
20 Tuesday.
21 Well, it was a lot of fun taking a side stroll down Memory Lane just now.
22 I'm listening to a beautiful song called This Side by Nickel Creek. Here are some lyrics.
You dream of colors that have never been made,
You imagine songs that have never been played.
They will try to buy you and your mind.
Only the curious have something to find.
--Nickel Creek, This Side
23 It just seems to be a perfect song on which to bow out this fine morning.
24 I'd like publically to thank Trinh for this wonderful mix of songs that helped coax today's DN along.
25 If there is such a thing then, have a delightful Tuesday everybody.
26 Peace.
~H~
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