| Thursday, June 28, 2007 |
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am alive,
well,
well, what is well really?
is it being satisfied?
being happy?
having expectations met perhaps?
able to be thankful, maybe
in a "good" place -but now good is subjective
does it have to do with how many improvements can be made-
but that will never end will it, so that is not a good measure.
if it is an objective scale
only the very basics should be on it
like food, shelter
and someone to talk to.
yes, well,
well is what I am right now
some of the above are fulfilled,
but that is not the reason I say I am well.
nope. thankfully the reason never changes. |
posted by wenster @ 9:18 PM  |
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| Friday, June 08, 2007 |
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Went to see A Midsummer Night's Dream yesterday with Nancy - it was done in Oriel, one of those colleges with more quads than one needs and lots of pretty space in which to set a Shakespeare play. It was magical- combine a late setting sun with fairies and old stone walls with the bard's verses - something to be remembered.
Was never very into Shakespeare or well, anything of its sort really. But one of the things I cherish most about being here is how everyone is into something or other, and I am (belatedly perhaps, but finally) getting educated in the arts, in music and literature. So Nancy is our resident Victorian chick who reads incredible amounts of books (hence the English major) and initiates outings to various theatre delights. Last term it was Richard III. That was rather odd, but then again, it was in Stratford upon Avon, which is cool enough in itself. And now Midsummer Night's and next week, Much Ado About Nothing. And maybe Merchant of Venice in between. Overload? Nah.. we did the same for Jane Austen.
The moral of the story, not that it really is, is that I want to be a fairy. Puck, specifically. |
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