Play That Thing

Looking through this week's websites was really kinda fun. It's soothing to know that the closest Plymouth Duster for sale is in Wisconsin. Wisconsin - what kind of a state is that? Is anyone from there? What are the people like (other than the people who want to unload a cherry red and licorice black Plymouth Duster)?

Wikimapia was really interesting - I totally felt like low rent CIA - checking out my Mom and Dad's house near the Jacksonville Airport and my sister's place in Atlanta. I got a little lost looking for my other frined up in Bronxville = I think I ended up in Wisconsin, actually. Badgers, right. That's their college team, right? Badger State. Red and white (and cherry red and licorice black). Badger? Why not a Woodchuck or a Groundhog or an Otter. Anyway, cool site.

But the real humdinger, the real winner, the coolest of the cool this weel has to be Library Thing. I'm a huge fan of arranging, or cataloging, of counting, of organizing. What a cool site to feed into that sort of lust - compiling all of your books - seeing what other people have in their libraries - to be frank, my favorite thing about MySpace has always been listing books and authors and artist and films and music that I like. I can't wait to delve a little deeping into it - seems like a really interesting way to keep track of your home library - and see what other people are reading.

On other note - a different note - a side note - a those-who-were-only-scanning-this-for-work-related-topics-and-you've-gone-to-far-here-there-be-dragons note - my Fringe show opened this week. Murder On West 18th. It's been a hard, strange, a-little-draining kind of a show to be in. Which is funny since I'm in it for about half an eye blink. Sarah (my girlfriend) and Bateman (my roommate) are the leads - they do a really good job. Our crowds have been decent - even though the show itself isn't very Fringe-y. It's a film noir type show. Bateman plays an Ex-G.I., Sarah plays a singer/femme fatale, another guy's a gangster, and I'm a detective (although I don't detect too much, really). I think what has made this Fringe kinda hard is that while we've all been doing Murder, we are also involved with doing these free, guerrila-style shows for Susan-Lori Parks' 365 Plays/365 Days. It seems like every minute of the week (and the last few weeks) is eaten up with Be Here, At This Time, Go Here, Run Fast, Stand Still, Move, Go, Stand, Speak, Loud, Louder, Stop. Usually, this little world, this little theatre world, this hobby world is my escape - my chance to...I don't know really...I'm not quite smart enough...I don't have the vocabulary to put it into words...to explain how much it...opens...for me. But since I am also in the middle of an unexpected, professional crisis...I don't feel like I can...give as much...can...leave as much blood on the alter, so to speak. And since I can't do that...I feel...limited...since I can't let go of all of these raw emotions...can't find a solid use for them...I can't seem to find the right way to redirect them...to utilize them. It's like being half-way through a door.