Dogs Requiem. Wow. Alex, my friend, you nailed it. I love that play SO much. Dammit, now I really want to direct something...

So I'm not at the Producers tonight. Turns out Keith misread the date on his ticket, so it's March 28th, not March 23rd. Oh well. I actually found that kind of funny. It's fine though, I've gotten a chance to brush up on Owen Meany this evening.

But man, if things go my way, I'll have seen 4 shows between this Thursday and next Thursday. With any luck I'll see the Pillowman on Saturday, and Eric Clapton on Monday with mein papa, the Producers on Wednesday and Kes' AfroCuban show on Thursday....oh wait, that's 5 shows! Aha!

On Hugging:

Yes, I thought I'd give this ramble a quasi-academic title...now I want people's opinions on this. I couldn't make up my mind about it. For the sake of anyone reading this, I wouldn't take it too seriously if I were you. I don't, really. It's just something I was idly pondering. I'm not actually that insane....or am I? Take it for what it's worth, whatever that may be. =p

Hugs are simply awesome. We all love getting them and giving them. When you're hugging someone, it's like for that short moment that person is the most important person in the world. There's something so loving and affectionate in a hug, be it platonic or otherwise. So naturally we really appreciate people who give good hugs. Usually I try to give the best hugs as I possibly can, regardless of what kind of a hug the other person(s) is/are giving. But perhaps there's something wrong with that. Perhaps it becomes hollow to put such unconditional effort put into hugging. I mean, what about when hugging someone you don't really like but you'll hug them any way for the purpose of being polite or civil or whatever you want to call it? Is it worth the effort of a good hug,especially when you know deep down inside yourself that it's all a facade? Should we save truly affectionate hugs exclusively for those we genuinely like, perhaps for the sake of preserving some meaning in the act of hugging? After all, anything worth the effort should not be thrown around so carelessly, right?
Or can hugging people whom we don't particularly like with all our might perhaps cultivate some sort of fondness toward that person, extending the olive branch, as it were? Hugging a person who's hugging you for politeness sake may reconsider hugging if you do it like you mean it. If you looked at it like that then it wouldn't be merely wasting a good hug on someone, if that's even possible.

I hope I haven't killed hugs for you with all this intellectualising. I guess in the end you just have to go with the feel of things, when it comes to hugs. Is it even worth debating? Are there even any answers to these questions? Is Liam a damn fool? Gah! I need a hug.

EVERYONE COME SEE DOGS REQUIEM! THURSDAY, MARCH 22!

Sorry for the lack of postage. Perhaps the taps of worthwhile telling have run dry lately. I don't really know what to tell you. But then, why should I always have news, per se? If all I measure my life by is progress, then I'll never get anywhere! But maybe progress is all we have to measure our lives by; progress in how much money we make, how many friends we have, how many days go by before I GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS PLACE, how well your relationships with other people are going, how much IQ you're gaining in your noodle, or how much facial hair you're able to grow....

I had coffee with Riff, today. That was quite nice. How I missed that chap. And then on the bus Gina and I saw this guy who was actually freestyle rapping! And he had a boombox, too. It was quite cool.

Right now, I'm reading A Prayer for Owen Meany. Now don't get me wrong, I think it's really good so far. But I'm really not in the mood for it, I'm sorry to say. It's fiction based on the real world, which is too close to real life, and it's kind of depressing.

Damn this March weather. It tricks me into feeling like it's April or May, and then rudely reminds me it's not. Could you tell I want this year to be over? Haha I sure couldn't. ;p

I need a vacation from all this....so I keep on reading Lord of the Rings. That's probably when I'm at my most content. When I'm curled up with my nose buried in those lovely-smelling pages. And when I'm listening to Arcade Fire, or playing my guitar, or singing Shaw's songs. Those things in particular keep me happy. It's all a nice little tonic against other things in particular that are getting under my skin.

Ahh, that would be quite nice. I'd like to take my own 'there and back again' journey. Into the wilderness. Into the mountains. Perhaps even a space ship. Or to the ocean. Or all of them at once.

I'm sorry, guys. I'll try to come back on here with some better news.

Love to everybody!