Go and catch a falling star

It is possible that I depend on sticky notes to an unhealthy degree. I only have about… 500 sticky notes floating around my room, bookbag, and car. Some of them are directions, some of them are assignments or appointments, some of them are just something in my head that I thought sounded good.

But they're everywhere.

On the other hand, I tend to get my assignments in on time and remember to go to my appointments now, so maybe it's ok.

In other news, I have a new musical love--Nick Drake--and it is only unfortunate that he has been dead for about the past 35 years. By all reports a vastly unhappy man, but he wrote some lovely music. Have only heard his last record so far, as I want to save the other two up for a bit. Anyway, Nick Drake. Go listen.

Feeling a little sad today, so it's probably a good thing I'm going out to a movie with friends in a couple of hours. This too shall pass/all things end.

Sometimes I wish my life had a happier mantra, but this is the one I know to be true. Be it good or bad, everything passes away and all things come to an end. I have been trying, recently, not to grasp and hold on to things so desperately, because I have come to realize that it only makes things worse.

I love Slings and Arrows not with a fiery passion, but with a deep abiding love. It has catchy music (see the awesome opening song for each season), wonderful acting (see the whole freaking cast, but especially Paul Gross as Geoffrey Tennant), and more great dialogue than you can shake a stick at (and more than I can list in parentheses).

If you have not heard of Slings and Arrows, please accept my heartiest recommendation that you view it at your earliest convenience. It's three seasons of 6 episodes apiece, and it's an absolute delight. There are madmen and lovers and ghosts and villains and charmingly cynical old gay men. It is, in some ways, a love song to the theater--not only to the good, the times when everything is flying, but to the banal and the times when everything comes crashing down. And, of course, it is a love song to everything Shakespeare can be, when done properly and directed by a madman.

I have some weird brain mashup of Rains in Asia and Suzie stuck in my head. It is strangely appropriate for my mood.

Went to see Richard Thompson is Greensboro last night, and he was in even better form than usual. Played some old standards, but the best by far was 1952 Vincent Black Lightning. It was the absolute best rendition I've ever heard him play. Just absolutely amazing. Hoping it'll pop up on the 'net somewhere, because… just wow.