Random thoughts. . .

I don't think I like daylight savings time. . . while the extra hour last Sunday was appreciated, I don't like having more daylight in the morning and less in the evening. It doesn't really matter if it is light out when I get up in the morning- I still have to get up. But when I get home, if it is already dark, it makes me want to go out less.

I finally got all the paperwork together for my medical screening for the Peace Corps. I finished my doctors visits over a month ago but couldn't send in the stuff because I was waiting on my insurance company to figure out my bill and I needed the bill to get reimbursed by Peace Corps. I put it in the mail this morning. This is the last bit of stuff that PC needs from me, so assuming that I pass the medical screening (which I should, based on my results) I should have an invatation in a month or so.

The Buntport season started again a few weeks ago- two serial live performances. Starship Troy, a live sitcom that spoofs sci-fi and is based on audience sugestions of books, movies, tv shows or songs and Trunks, a live comic book based on audience suggestions of childrens lit. The Troy episode last night was based on Fame and it was awesome. I always look forward to shows at Buntport to laugh a lot and see all my friends. I'm going to have to figure out a way to get them to send me videos of the shows when I leave.

I'm a multitasker. This is the problem that I have with walking (and also driving or riding a bike) I like to be doing more than one thing at a time. Obviously, reading or writing when driving or biking is not recomended. Apparently reading while walking is dangerous too. I have gotten into the habit of reading the paper on my walks to the library, park and store. Yesterday on the way to the park I almost got hit by two different cars in the space of about two minutes. I have also nearly tripped and nearly walked into a few poles. And they say that walking isn't an extreme sport.

When I was driving home last night, I say a women with a large tree branch hanging out of her car window. She did not seem too concerned about it. I thought is was a little bit strange.

middle school rejection

Apparently, this is a week full of nostalgia for me. I do tend to look back a lot, actually. I’m the type of person that likes to look at pictures and old journals and notes from people I don’t talk to anymore and think about stuff. Mostly how those people all kinda suck. And maybe how much better off I am now that I don’t talk to them anymore. This was the theme for my evening tonight. Buntport is doing this thing called Teacher’s Pet. Basically they have a theme and people have 5 minutes to read something or tell a story or sing a song about the theme. In February the theme was High School Confidential (old journal entries and yearbooks). I read from my journal from after 6th grade about my first kiss with Chris Davenport (he was dreamy . . . sigh . . . ) and then about my prom date (Brian Schoep) who made out with my friend Andrea in her tree-house at the after party. So last night, the theme was break-up notes and rejection letters. The only real break-up note that I have ever received was actually from three of my friends in the 8th grade. It reads like this:

Becca- (my name was actually misspelled Rebbeca on the front of the note- and these were my CLOSE friends!)

We talked it over and decided we don’t like you anymore.

Love, Allison, Erin and Elizabeth K.

[PS] I know it’s mean, but we aren't the only ones who feel this way. Take what you do (like cry to[o] much) into consideration.

That’s it. Two sentences. At the time (as you can imagine) that note rocked my world. When I look back on it now (more than 10 years later) that note actally was a turning point in my life. That note helped me make the final decision about where I was going to go to high school. Up until that point, I was still considering going to South, because that was where all of my friends were going. Of course, when three of your good friends give you a note like this, the idea of going to four more years of school with them becomes a bit less appealing. The great thing is that I went to West, met some great people (including Mitch) who introduced me to more great people (including the Buntporters) so when you think about it, that note led me to being onstage last night reading that note. If they had never written that to me, maybe I would have gone to South, never met anyone and would therefore not have been at Buntport last night to read (plus I wouldn’t have had anything to read). Or maybe (if you believe in fate) I would have found my way to Buntport last night anyway, because that is what was meant to be. Or something. Anyway, so that note changed my life. And even though at the time it was painful (middle school girls are mean!) my life is better for it. I think I am a better person and I think that my life has gone in a better direction. So thank you to Allison, Erin and Elizabeth K, wherever you are, for rejecting me; it’s meant a lot to me

On another note: Shout out to my friends the Flobots (no w). I saw them at Herman's Hideaway on Sat night. You can see them at Red Rocks with the fray on August 6th. Or if you don't want to wait that long (or pay that much) see them at Cervantes Ballroom on May 11. And thanks for always inspiring me guys. I love ya.

You are not alone
You don't have to do this on your own
You won't have to prove yourself to get through this
Don't have to lose yourself to this music
In fact you might find yourself
In a room full of strangers trying to help
In a flashback to the last time you felt
The presence of something divine well, this is
Hip-hop it's not just for profit anymore never was
It's too easy to live your life waiting for change to arrive if it ever does
It will come from a source that's infinite, not from a middle man
You can't measure it's force but you've got a sense of it,
and it's bigger than Hip (hop)

it's larger than life/death

much greater than us/them

One Love Agape One Love Agape

busy week. . . but what's new?

Wow, I have had a really busy week. It started with the wonderful wedding weekend (look at that alliteration!) of my best friend, Rachel. I got to be a pretty, pretty bridesmaid: get my hair and nails done, wear a dress that actually doesn’t suck (except the dinosaur zipper) and be there for my oldest (as in I’ve known her the longest, not that she is really old) friend. And I got to hang out with all her cool friends that I really love a lot (specially my bm buddies). Anyway, yeah for best friend’s weddings. Fun.

Other fun things this week: kickball, mahjong, cooking club, field trips and buntport.

So let’s talk about Buntport. If you’ve never heard of Buntport, don’t worry, you will. I believe that some day, the Buntporters are gonna be big. Like Monty Python or the Kids in the Hall or some other famous funny people. For now, Buntport can only be experienced in Denver (or occasionally at fringe festivals around the country. What is Buntport? It is more than a theatre, more than a warehouse . . . Buntport is an experience.

The current show is Moby Dick. It was hilarious. Moby Dick funny? Funny and wet. And great. You know the basic story of the Big White Whale: crazy sea captain, obsessed with killing the whale that ate his leg, ends up killing his whole crew except Ishmael who survives so he can tell the tale. So how does Buntport make this classic tale new and original and great? Their inventive use of props, sets and costumes, their superb acting, wonderful writing and fantastic style. Everything they do is completely Buntport, yet always completely original. I’ve never been bored at a show and that’s not a comment that can be made about very many theatres. Plus, I kinda have a crush on one of the actors. So that helps. I love Buntport. And you should too. If you are in Denver, go see them. If you are not in Denver, come to Denver so that you can go see them. Seriously. Love it. Also, go see trunks and starship troy. Really, do it. I’m not kidding. I’ll see you there, Ok? Awesome.