A Day With Cheerios for Dinner

The First Topic Meriting an Address: Plays

I both read a play and watched a play this evening. The play I read was The Yellow Boat, by David Saar. It is the true story of an eight year old hemophiliac boy who dies of AIDS. The end left me sitting in bed openly weeping into my blankets. The play I watched was Wharped: How to Build a Bomb. It was an original play written and directed by Hampshire students about a young man haunted by the Oklahoma City bombings who creates a machine to destroy the world.

Additionally, we spent Bible class discussing the Fall, when Adam and Eve are banished from Eden.

Obviously, I have had a day of lighthearted and upbeat subject matter.

The Yellow Boat was really fantastic. The script is written so that time, setting, reality, and the characters are all fluid, constantly shifting entities. It is written as a children's play, but I recommend it for everyone. While reading it, different directorial ideas kept slipping into my mind; I would really love to direct it if I got the chance. Maybe I'll talk to NEYT (New England Youth Theatre, Brattleboro, VT) about it.

The Second Topic Meriting Address: Milk

Last night I ate pasta cooked with fresh onions, mushrooms, kale, carrots, and tomato sauce, which my buddy Kelty kindly cooked. Tonight, I ate Honey Nut Cheerios. I also snagged a large container of them as well as a bottle of milk from SAGA for later.

Pouring the milk into a glass bottle makes it seem richer. So does the heavy metal knob we lift up in the machine to let the milk out. It seems like a rather creamy action, for some reason. In the midst of drinking/spooning/pouring this milk, I realized how often I think artistically about milk. Whenever I put milk in my tea I feel the need to take photographs of the fountain of cream tumbling into my cup and the swirl of tan and white. It always reminded me of those giant flat wheels at science museums with the blue liquid inside-- you spin the wheel, and the blue twists and marbles. Milk in glass bottles has always had quite an appeal, as well. Frothy. Like in the Maurice Sendak book In the Night Kitchen, where the dough was always so plump and the cream thick.

After this careful contemplation in regards to dairy, and the jotting down of some notes in my new little pocket journal (99 cents, yeahhhh!), I have come to the conclusion that I am simply far too fascinated with milk to not write a poem about it. Thus, perhaps a milk poem will soon be in existence.

I want to decorate the cover of my tiny new notebook. Any suggestions?

The Third Topic Meriting Address: Ketchup

New ketchup packets. Genius. Why didn't someone think of this before? Dipping is a necessity. Also, is it sad that I am really rather excited about this?

Love,

GennaRose