Greek Tragedies Make Me Smile

Leni has been making strange, albeit delightful, decisions. Life has been good: a pleasurable mix of pain and play. That sounded almost like S&M, which is totally not what I meant. In any scenario, I spend my nights at home alone or out with friends and I found this delicious balance between alone time to be okay in my head and friend time to be okay in my life. I need both: the wine and American Idol nights co-habitating with dance class and girly movie nights.

I keep feeling as though I should quit smoking, but there's something about it that has always been subversively appealing to me. I just feel like a femme fatale in a sexy evening gown. They're so convincing. So downright sexy it's hard to ignore the low-cut dress and how the smoke just spills from their lips as though it were as natural as breathing.

But I'm not a temptress. It's not like simple breathing for me. It involves coughing and spitting and everyone yelling, saying "you need to quit." But there are those moments when the light catches the smoke and it curls outwards into the dark spectrum of the universe and I can't help but think about how beautiful those smoke echos must look in the light of distant stars.

...if it were possible for them to exist outside the realm of my backyard.

On another note: Greek tragedies do not lend themselves to the post-WWII era. I went to go see Keene's production of it last night, and while the actors were all quite good, it's simply not enough to compensate for the fact that it ended with "WAR! HUH! GOOD GOD! WHAT IS IT GOOD FOR?" Ummm....no. I wanna see the traditional Greek play: baby-eating, mother-fucking, father-killing, god-avenging, traditional Greek play. It's what I pay for...

..Not that I paid for my ticket. I got mine scott-free from a cast member. That's what happens when you know people. And what can I say? I'm a big deal in Keene.

Or so I think.

Tonight: Shower, then dinner and Pan's Labyrinth with Mattamegnon. Perhaps some hang-age with Miss Cate, or Miss Kate-E and her friend Seth. And some deep wonderful lucid dreams.

Sounds like perfection to me.


yours always,
THE Leni