FAHRENHEIT 9/11

and

MICHAEL MOORE

I don’t believe in judging something prematurely, or rather, I think judgment should be restrained in proportion to firsthand knowledge.

Still, so many issues of importance to me are brought to bear in both this particular film and in Michael Moore’s career as a whole.

I got this from Embeth.

If I were a month, I would be: April

If I were a time of day, I would be: Twilight

If I were a planet, I would be: Neptune

If I were a sea animal, I would be: Sea Anemone

If I were a direction, I would be: East

If I were a piece of furniture, I would be: A hammock

If I were a sin, I would be: Blasphemy

If I were a historical figure, I would be: Andy Kaufman, Antonin Artaud, or Paul of Tarsus

If I were a stone, I would be: Pumice

If I were a tree, I would be: A willow, ash, or linden

If I were a bird, I would be: Blue Jay

If I were a tool, I would be: An inclined plane.

Partial victory. Partial failure.

A riot’s desolation.

A blocked-off path between cliffs.

Confusion and frustration.

I’ll blog on this later today… with photos, I hope.

~ Connor

THE YEAR of the BOSSY BIG TOE ends on July 3rd, 2003.

1. EMINEM: My Dad’s Gone Crazy

Last year the Solsticewalk happened later than intended. I’d been so tired and running around. Of course, I suppose this year’s exactly the same, but my will’s strengthened by the divine button placed on my belly.

The cat is out of the blog.

I’m engaged, kids.

Last Sunday, June 13th, I asked Jessica to marry me and be with me for ever.

She said yes.

I held off on blogging this for so long because we threw a party yesterday in celebration, but the invitation was ambiguous as to what we were celebrating.

That’s the mean of 5 + 5 + 7 + 6 + 5 + 4 + 3 hours of sleep over the last week.

The fruits of this labor? Come see the show. (See below).

In other news, I’ve been given a slight reprieve.

#10. It’s cheap. $5. $4. $3. $2. $1… … whatever.

#9. It’s easy. Hyde Park. Ida Noyes. Walking distance. 7:30.

#8. Martin Esslin liked the Dumb Waiter.

#7. Despite #8, it’s the lurid tale of the abstract entanglements of feral miscreants.

So tomorrow is my last day working for Neurosurgery.

Malpractice insurance rates went up, costing the department 1.4 millions. Solution: lay off the temp file clerk, and let the administrative assistants do the filing.

Will this actually work for them?

An absolutely crazy weekend.

But check out the next post.

It’s about the totally sweet Nocturnal show coming up this weekend.

~ Connor

The Nocturnal Presents

The Hunter and the Bird

by Jean Claude van Itallie

and

The Dumb Waiter

by Harold Pinter

FRIDAY, JUNE 18th

SATURDAY, JUNE 19th

7:30 PM

2nd Floor, West Lounge

Ida Noyes Hall

1212 E. 59th St.

Chicago, IL 60637

Recommended Donation $5