I get a text from a friend this morning saying there is a play entitled 'The Eclectic Society'. Based on the one and only Eclectic Society of Wesleyan University before it had to integrate, pre Kennedy assassination. At the time Eclectic was a male-only, intellectual society, of wealthy white men. The tradition and history is deeper and richer than that I have shared but needless to say it has evolved into something broader and richer, relatively speaking, as well as notorious. I am very interested as to the subtext of a play about a society that still exists but is not even an apparition of what it once was. Those that write the history make decisions of and for immortality.
Link to the theater in Philly, where it premiered.
A synopsis...
The Eclectic Society will make its world premiere at the Walnut Street Theatre, located at 825 Walnut St., in Philadelphia at 8 p.m. Jan. 27 and run through March 7. Performances are Tuesday through Saturday at 8 p.m. and Sunday evenings at 7 p.m., with matinees on Thursdays, Saturdays and Sundays at 2 p.m. Tickets range from $10 to $60, with premium tickets available for $115. For tickets, visit www.walnutstreettheatre.org or call (215) 574-3550
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Love King
So... I love The-Dream. The song, lyrically is lackluster but has the sense of humor present in his 'pop'py songs. "Sorry ladies ain't nothing like a smart bitch".
It is good to hear him stay consistent with that I love your girl steez, but he has moved past the 'riding' and 'pony' references. Although that's all his production and vocals lead you to do. Needless to say I am two stepping this up in the spring time.
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I can not lie and say it is not an acquired taste.
It is good to hear him stay consistent with that I love your girl steez, but he has moved past the 'riding' and 'pony' references. Although that's all his production and vocals lead you to do. Needless to say I am two stepping this up in the spring time.
Music by Singersroom.com | More on The Dream
I can not lie and say it is not an acquired taste.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
I brunch hard
Because, being an adult means you can drink in the middle of the day and talk about the ass you made of yourself the night before and be considered sophisticated.
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Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Mulling it Over: DipliMatters of the Heart
My valentine, a middle school frenemy turned adult friend, is not coming to the east coast as she expected so we can not do brunch and an exhibition as was planned.
Sidebar: http://www.kunstverein.us/next.html, I overheard two people … transfers the aural experience of the telephone into a variety of sensorial media, including a participatory kite flying performance on February 14th to open the exhibition, and in homage to Elisha Gray, or history’s “second best”; and On March 18th, the artists’ partners will commemorate Bell and Watson’s relationship with a reading of the first telephone transcript between the inventors.
Needless to say, platonic valentines are all I know. It is funny how people that (ex)claim to hate Valentine's Day always want something to do with someone, as if we are shaking our fists at the cosmos that have sentenced us to celibacy (the actual use of the word means to be single, I am leaving intimacy out of it). I am not including myself, but I would not count me out either. All to prove that this manufactured commercial holiday can not keep everyone in a parenthetical relationship or, as they are more commonly known, situation, from wanting to be official, cue Cassie, even if for a second, when that first heart appears in the Duane Reade the day after New Year's. For the most part, the need for validation signals insecurity. This will be one of the two or three times a year I allow myself to question whether or not my lack of desire for a relationship, that warrants attention on designated days, is the way I should be going if I am going to be someone's wife and have their children, one day, some day, maybe, ...next lifetime? I need a sign to know that I am not enabling irrevocable damage to my emotional growth and security because I am finding discomfort in sharing and vulnerability.
Now that that moment is over. I can safely say that I wish the best in love and life to everyone, single, attached, those that did not know they were single and those that did not know they were atttached, I will remain unfettered and let what was written unveil itself and I will fill in the rest.
At the end of the day you are either on some:
or
For the happy single person (namely, me):
Good luck with everything!
Sidebar: http://www.kunstverein.us/next.html, I overheard two people … transfers the aural experience of the telephone into a variety of sensorial media, including a participatory kite flying performance on February 14th to open the exhibition, and in homage to Elisha Gray, or history’s “second best”; and On March 18th, the artists’ partners will commemorate Bell and Watson’s relationship with a reading of the first telephone transcript between the inventors.
Needless to say, platonic valentines are all I know. It is funny how people that (ex)claim to hate Valentine's Day always want something to do with someone, as if we are shaking our fists at the cosmos that have sentenced us to celibacy (the actual use of the word means to be single, I am leaving intimacy out of it). I am not including myself, but I would not count me out either. All to prove that this manufactured commercial holiday can not keep everyone in a parenthetical relationship or, as they are more commonly known, situation, from wanting to be official, cue Cassie, even if for a second, when that first heart appears in the Duane Reade the day after New Year's. For the most part, the need for validation signals insecurity. This will be one of the two or three times a year I allow myself to question whether or not my lack of desire for a relationship, that warrants attention on designated days, is the way I should be going if I am going to be someone's wife and have their children, one day, some day, maybe, ...next lifetime? I need a sign to know that I am not enabling irrevocable damage to my emotional growth and security because I am finding discomfort in sharing and vulnerability.
Now that that moment is over. I can safely say that I wish the best in love and life to everyone, single, attached, those that did not know they were single and those that did not know they were atttached, I will remain unfettered and let what was written unveil itself and I will fill in the rest.
At the end of the day you are either on some:
or
For the happy single person (namely, me):
Good luck with everything!
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