Tuesday, January 13, 2004

Things I Have Hated This Week

  • Snow: I know it sounds strange, but I'm allergic to severely cold weather. My body shuts down when the temperature hits the single digits. The first several days in the city--which started out at one, singular, less-than-sensational degree above zero--were no picnic.


  • Ice and snow: See above.


  • Fear of falling icicles: So pretty, but so dangerous when hurtling to the ground at 100 miles per hour.


  • Art that's so bad they ought to pay us for watching it.


  • The knowing "hmph" that some (generally male) audience members feel compelled to emit after enduring a hideous section of dance, as if to say, "Oh, I see what he's saying. How clever and curious..." They should be screaming for the artist's head on a goddamn silver platter is what I think.


  • Knowing that dozens, if not hundreds, of crappy artists are getting booked around the country, when I know that our theatre company could beat up their theatre company with one arm tied behind its back.


  • Booking crap performances and sacrificing the few standards I have left for the sake of the bottom line.


  • Not seeing my pornmogul boyfriend for days at a time.


So, I endure all this, and then I find out that the town I call home and to which I'm returning is actually more stressful than this place? What the hell?

P. S. There are, however several things I love about New York--notably those dealing with the subway. I love the rush of air as a train enters the station. I love sidewalk goodbyes cut short as squeaks and rattles float up through gratings, announcing a train's approach. Other stuff, too, but that's all for now.

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