channeling my inner jewish grandmother

Really, is there anything that chicken soup can't cure? I swear, when scientists finally discover a cure for cancer, it will be chicken-soup-based.

DAMMIT.

Due to snow in Chicago, the boyfriend's flight was cancelled. He's hopefully going to be able to fly out here tomorrow instead.

Weather, I begrudge you every last second of the additional twenty-four hours of ME NOT BEING WITH MY BOYFRIEND.

i'll never really escape lotrips, will i?

Er. I seem to be joining the gang over at lotr_speakeasy. Nifty. ;)

Once I finish these dratted essays, that is.

oh, essays.

One essay down (well, except for editing a bit), one to go. Well, for this week. I'll have two more to write over the winter break.

I have to admit, though, in spite of my general hatred of essay-writing, it is nice to be writing about theatre and plays that facinate me instead of, y'know, stuff I don't really care about.


sechita/ goddess/ of love/ egypt/ 2nd millenium/ performin the rites/ the conjurin of men/ conjurin the spirit/ in natchez/ the mississippi spewed a heavy fume of barely movin waters/ sechita's legs slashed furiously thru the cracker nite/ & gold pieces hittin the makeshift stage/ her thighs/ they were aimin coins tween her thighs/ sechita/ egyptian/ goddess/ harmony/ kicked viciously thru the nite/ catchin stars tween her toes.

& this is for colored girls who have considered suicide/ but are movin to the ends of their own rainbows

--ntozake shange