Markre de Sol: Behind the Ramparts and Dreaming

One man's quest to articulate the grunts and gurgles of modern life.

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Location: Chicagrocrag, IL, Fiji

I got like, this big, big stick of gum. I chew it a little bit at a time, because I wanna savor it.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Dr. Wiggleybones finds cure for scoleosis

Dear Godotbots,

I have return-ed from my journ-ed to Pittsburgh-(ed?). Conclusion: family is for suckers who like to have conversations and love each other. Me? I'm a lone wolf, amigo. Soy un lupo solamente, friend. I get bugged out by my acursed progenitors even when they have the best of intentions. I feel judged by all the successful scientists around me - like I can't validate my soon to be artistic career. I think that's the difficulty about a life in art - you can't really prove yourself until you're actually working in the field. Simply being a medical student is impressive, but being a student of Theatre is lessive. Also, working in Theatre/comedy is different from making a living at it. That's the shitty mcSquirts about the whole kaboodle. You can perform wonderfully at your local oyster bar or community theater, but until you're Patrick Stewart or Horatio Sanz, not too many muggles give a qualm. Ah shucks, all of this diatribe has been better articulated by the great poet-deadbeats of the ages: Euripides, George Bernard Shaw, and the late, great Nipsy Russel.

I'm learning that the future is filled with uncertainty and that I must find a way to continue forward bravely in spite of that uncertainty. I suppose that's what life is. But oh the temptation of business school!

Bone marrow,
M

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Giving up a diamond and Brick's click

One time I found a diamond in the DVD section of the Easton Town Center (or is it Centre nowadays?) Barnes & Noble. I gave it to the lady who was working the desk. It makes me wonder if a wave of good karma is headed my way one of these days - or perhaps I merely warded off an untimely terminal disease through my good deed. Or perhaps nothing concerning my fate or the universe happened at all as a result of my beneficient act - because the universe don't work like that.

The Destructicon is away for the week which means that I have returned to my sequestered crab-like existence. The good thing about finding someone you love is that you don't have to sit up one night and realize that you're alone in the dark - not that having someone means that you'll never be alone in the dark again, but it means you'll never be alone in the dark. If that makes any sense.

I witnessed Comedy Sports (or is it Sportz?) perform with the Burpees at Denison last weekend. They were remarkable. It made my heart hurt (and it's not just the cholesterol this time) because I wanted so badly to do what they were doing. I've never ached to do something before - and I think it's a good sign. The Burpees also impressed me with their powerful entrance and energetic performance. It made me realize that apathy and too-cool-for-school cynicism have often permeated my own improv group. True - the Burpees do have a fun and loyal following that JLF does not. Also the world has yet to crush the tender Burpee soul with its burdens, but nonetheless it is crucial that I avoid falling prey to the dolldrums of cynicism. Stinkin' dementors.

Ronk Ronk Here's le Bonk.

Mrkre

Sunday, April 02, 2006

Chapter 4 - IN THE CAN!

Hey stoopid,

I just done finished writing my first draft of my chapter on Zach Snyder's Dawn of the Dead. So woohoo says I to that! Mmmmmyyyyyeeeeeaaaah!

I just got back from seeing Katie McCrown's Absurdist theatre show - well not just, I mean it was last night for cryin' out loud.

Deduction: Samuel Beckett is good. But I feel that Absurdism always smacks a little bit of intellectualism and the smugness therein. I appreciateTheatre that can be enjoyed at face value and also on a deeper, metahporical level. It seems to me that works of Absurdism can only be appreciated to the fullest if you view them as metaphoric demonstrations. But, hey, who am I to judge? I like 12 0z. mouse.

I'm thinking more about the move to Chicago. I gotsta find a job oe'r there. Anyone living within those city limits, please pass me some coupons or job opportunities. Wonk.

The spring is awakening dear friends and hopefully a renewed surge of optimism and victory. ZOMBIES! AAAAAH! *crunch*

M