An Internal Monologue

The world is moving faster than I these days, and again I feel myself get swept up by it. Everything around me is so immediate right now, so urgent and so tightly compact, yet the stress slicks off me. I simply try to keep up the best my meandering personality will let me, and leave the rest to be what it will be.

It's needless to say to anyone close to me, but school is murder right now. A thousand things to do and another 428 limitations on where and when they can get done. Between one week and the next, there's only so much I can realistically complete with my sanity intact. However, it has occurred to me that since my program has existed for 20 years this is probably intentional. I've watched people do far less work than I and survive just fine.

The most frustrating thing right now is that I'm constantly bubbling with tangentially related ideas. I have had more than a handful blog entries unwritten and unremembered in the last few weeks. I've been busy, or gotten distracted, but nonetheless missed the chance to open the gates of my brain and let things out. I'd call it the start of some kind of cycle – being too distracted by the things stuck in my head to get them out somewhere – but then again, I'm writing this... so don't stage some sort of intervention yet, ok?

The last week has come in sparks of brilliance, and I expect that life will continue that way into next week. LTJ Bukem at the Commodore was an immense experience, and continues to get greater the farther I move away from it. It was, so I am informed, the largest event of its type ever, or at least since Roni Size and Reprazent graced the Commodore's stage six years ago. It was packed enough that the manager allowed it to run until 3:30am, against the wishes of the man. Electric Company Theatre's Studies In Motion at UBC made my finally admit that we are on an extended trend of good theatre (that is, the kind I want to see more of) and that my professional ambitions aren't leading me inexorably towards being a followspot operator for the Glass *fucking* Menagerie. I'm going to see Sexual Practices of the Japanese tomorrow at the VECC, and then Sir Kutz at a big underground rave on Saturday. Assuming the party doesn't get shut down before Julian is finished, I don't think I could ask for more out of seven days.

On a political note, I'm very satisfied with the results of the election. I can't remember when the demographics of government felt quite so representative of what people are actually saying.

Energetically lazy, enthusiastically sedentary, frantically insomniac, gleefully disheveled. Phrases that go a ways to describe why I'm getting everything and nothing done at the same time. Two projects in two days. Five hours of Warcraft. A hundred photos not uploaded. One blog entry.

Good enough for now. Goodnight.