Nature's Porn

Thursday, Apr. 18, 2002 ~ 10:51 PM

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I just wanna show you the way that I feel.

It�s been way too long since I�ve been behind the wheel.
Headlights guiding me right through the dark I feel.

�Cloud Blood,� Ani DiFranco

I was talking to Her the other day and it hit me that I hadn�t been to the city in very nearly a month. It�s been far too long. I got a little defeated and a little insecure and a little too much a of a big baby to even bother to check Backstage. That and the fact that I was just plain worn out from the string of auditions in a row. So now, I think that I have two next week. I may just go to the one on Saturday, but still, I�m confident that I�ll be going to the city sometime soon.

(chuckles) I have to face it. The thing that bring me the most joy to do is the thing that is the most elusive. I am quite certain that I will never be a big name, or ANY name in the theatre; but I cannot help but love it. I�m obviously a masochist. And the craft is the sweetest pain and it keeps on guiding me along through everything. In way, it�s nice to know that even when things get really murky� it�s nice to know that you still have one thing that you really love.

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There is a cricket outside of my window.
Can I just tell you that it scared the hell out of me. I turned on my computer and then I started hearing this really loud whirring sound. I thought that my poor computer had finally died and that what I was hearing were her last breaths. But as I moved closer, pressing my ear to her motherboard, monitor and speakers, I couldn�t locate the sound. Then I thought that it must be a burglar or some other baddie trying to stealthily whir the locks off of one of the downstairs house windows so I reached for my cell phone and my exact-o knife and crept downstairs to investigate. I found no baddie and comforted myself with an Oreo.

And then it dawns on me� this is suburbia. This is suburbia in the Spring. That loud, scary, �potentially-a-baddie-lurking-in-the shadows� whirring is an outdoor type tiny non-baddie. It is a cricket. Not quite used to the local wildlife Andi? No. I�m not. Sirens I can deal with and loud neighbors. Crickets freak me the fuc* out.
But I guess this means that winter is definitely gone. The outdoors generally do not start whirring and chirping and catching me off guard until the very last of the big bad cold has blown over.

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There was a thunderstorm last night. So beautiful. The heavens were somehow sharp and cavernous at the same time. They where breathtakingly jagged� splitting open with Grand Canyons of lightening.

I have a thing about thunderstorms. Most specifically, lightening. It reminds me of sex. Most specifically orgasms. Lightening is basically a big static shock. And static is cause by the friction of the clouds against each other. Enough friction builds up and (makes lightening-y sound) there�s lightening. Just like sex. Enough of the proper friction of and� well, you know lightening.

And just think� The Weather Channel is like nature�s porn.

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