September 28, 2006
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1 Well, hello!
2 Today’s DN is a minor miracle.
3 Last night my computer just decided to slap me around all night.
4 Happens.
5 Anyway, I had written most of the DN when the computer froze once again. It gets tougher and tougher to get it written late at night, but I absolutely love writing it,and lots of you enjoy reading it, so it’s a win-win.
6 My update on everything, just for the historical record is this: my relationship with YB admin seems to have gone south rather quickly. Word travels, and now there is anger on both ends. Too bad. I won’t push anything any longer; it’s pointless.
7 They just don’t get it.
8 So my attitude about things like that is I just stay away from people who don’t get it. Very simple. It’s pointless. Certain people over there never got it, never will, and I just don’t see wasting another second on them.
9 They just don’t get it.
10 Ponch and I said that for years. We both knew, as did Ms. Shawna Fleming, our wonderful, wonderful friend whom I miss terribly, that they just never got it. The three of us spent some golden moments at that Theatre. The memories all three of us shared together, as well as the beautiful memories of everybody and anybody who ever spent a golden moment in that Theatre will never be taken from any of us.
11 The Theatre was dirty, cracky, splintered, and beaten, but it also was our mansion, our sanity, our sweetness, and at every now and again, our sorrow.
12 Earlier tonight I stumbled upon an e-mail sent by my esteemed partner in partying and animalistic behavior, Mr. Ken Ponticelli. I opened it expecting his usual response to things I occasionally write, which usually consisted of one word. Here are some samples of Ponch’s usual responses to the DN:SAYIN!
WORD!
AH HAAAAIIIILYEAH!
YEAH!13 Interstingly, those used to be the gist of his WASC reports as well.
14 Teacher joke.
15 Anyway, tonight I finally opened that e-mail from Tuesday. I was pretty amazed, and it hit at just the right time.
16 Right now I don’t want to go back to that Theatre. I feel I’m no longer welcome there. Oh, the students might welcome me, but I just don’t feel like going somewhere that I have to somehow deal with anybody that just doesn’t get it.
17 And they just don’t get it.
18 Still.
19 But Ponch did. And he spoke for everyone and anyone else who ever walked into the Theatre.
20 So I’m gonna leave now and hopefully give you over to Ponch.
21 See you tomorrow.
22 And thanks man. We all get it, the cracks on the stage, the Shows, the techs, the fun, the sweetness, yes, and the sorrow…
23 Peace.
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