"I sit in happy meditation upon my rock, pondering, while my line dries again, upon the ways of trout and men. How like fish we are : ready, nay eager, to seize upon whatever new thing some wind of circumstance shakes down upon the river of time! And how we rue our haste, finding the guilded morsel to contain a hook. Even so, I think there is some virtue in eagerness, whether its object is true or false. How utterly dull would be a wholly prudent man. or trout, or world!"---Aldo Leopold

Here's a photo of my niece Emily, who turns one on April 1st (Monday). Cute isn't she?

Happy Birthday Emily!

Hmmmm...where do I begin: with the full beautiful moon, rehearsal, or my possessed house. I think I'll start with the moon since it's fresh on my mind. It's full tonight, which would explain mine and everyone else's crazy mood today. Especially the customers at work. There is an amazing cloud coverage which, when you can glimpse the night sky makes it look so deep and far away, yet I feel connected with it. I love the moon. I remeber when I was a wee child looking at the moon and wondering if it was following me. I would ride up and down my sidewalk at night on my Big Wheel(remeber those?) and talk to it, as if it were my best friend. ahhh youth. I wish the moon were in a place where I could see it through my bedroom window so my eyes would become heavy watching it, and I could fall asleep. Oh moon, beautiful moon. I'm getting sentimental aren't I. Well forget the other two things, because they don't matter right now. I'm going back to the moon......love the world...goodnight all...Goodnight moon!

Rehearsal tonight was long...but not too frustrating like I expected. The set looks fabulous, as well as the lights. The run through was rough, but we got through it. Late. I'm tired but fulfilled. Nice weekend with with Mike and friends. The rbit show went tremendously well. It's going to be a long week...but in the end it will be worth it. I can't wait for evryone to see the show....signing off.....

yes.yes.snow is here.winter's last hurrah! for some reason I don't mind. Some people are angry, but it is beautiful. Usually I'm frightened to death to drive in the snow, but tonight I rather enjoyed it. Some people curse the snow saying, "It's spring, what's going on?!" But I think it's winter's farewell. Driving home tonight I felt like I was in a tunnel, a tunnel of snow. It was like a blanket. It was as if god took a giant spray can and sputtered everything in his path. Does that make sense? I love the way the snow sticks to the trees. It's so qiuet. Like insulation. You can hear your self breathe, and think. It's a feeling of aliveness that's different. AHHHH nature, what would we do without it. god, I feel like Thoreau. It just makes me feel easy....relaxed, but thriving. hmmmm. I love life. la la la.

Hey. It's late. I've had a fun night in Boston eating Vietnamese food with my friend Mark on Newbury Street. Interesting driving, though. Boston's so weird to drive in, I think people who live in the city must be no more used to it than I am. Everything's changing constantly. Giant concrete on-ramps hanging in mid-air, unfinished, with huge iron barbs sticking out. Signs meaning nothing pointing you in impossible directions. Whew. Nobody seems to know where they're going. Amazingly, I didn't get lost or have too much trouble. The restaurant was great, eating vermicelli noodles and shredded cabbage and carrots in big bowls with chopsticks.

Bed time for Bonzo. Hope to get more time to post tomorrow. Sleepy time bye bye.

I'm in heavy duty rehearsals for The Swan right now. It's at a strange point in the rehearsal process, because we are still stopping for notes in between each scene and I'm having a hard time focussing. We open soon and I'm getting a bit nervous and I'm losing the freshness I once had for the character. I think there comes a time in the rehearsals where I feel like I'm really "acting" and it is frustrating as hell. Sometimes I'm afraid of becomming too close to the character, because it's hard to shed it afterwards, which makes sleeping at night a difficult thing. But ahh....acting...there is some reason I do it. I know I love it, but it can be darn difficult sometimes....we'll see what happens tonight. more later on this.

Saw this on another weblog today. It's the Million Clown March. Made me smile.

Watch out! My Mom's really protective.

Hope you had a great St. Patrick's Day. I did. Lex and I went out to a couple of pubs around Faneuil Hall in Boston and drank Guinness and Jamesons. Nice. It's the only holiday where I get envious of people's inflatable hats. This one guy had the coolest green inflatable top hat. It was huge! He said he got it from the bar staff. We got to that pub kinda late so all they had to offer us were these weird paper shamrock glasses, which sort of hurt to wear. Lex managed to scam some beads from the guy in the big green hat - without showing her breasts - so that was cool.

More later.

i really wouldn't get you but i like everyone to be nice

this is mikey's mom and i have a big mouth, and i worry about my mikey so everyone be nice or mom will get you

Rabbit Blog

The web log of a rabbit called Polly. I try to read it everyday, since I can't read filler anymore. Suck was my fav online magazine until it folded *sniff*. Rabbit Blog is great, however, I feel kinda funny typing www.tinylittlepenis.com.