And now one that is not just quotes.

Hi everybody! (all 4.5 of you). How are you? I just got done playing my the Winds of Nagual and Liquid Ebony (which is a clarinet concerto, not a racy african american magazine). Tomorrow I go on tour for four days. I will see Emily, Josh, James, and Paul (possibly). I will also enjoy the company of my comrades (gasp). I am getting finished with a paper on characters (Judge William the Married Man (representing the ethical) and Quidam the demonaic religious possibility (representing the religious) a.k.a. Frater Taciturnus, who I am convinced is a monk) in a book by Søren Aabye Kierkegaard. Hopefully I am not quoting too much. Eh, who cares? Next week I have to turn in a paper on Jazz as it is used in Literature, and one on Waiting for Godot. Have you read Waiting for Godot? It is tremendous. All of humanity in two acts with five characters. Practically no scenery, one scene, minimal props. I am reading a biography of the American poet E. A. Robinson, and I am wondering if his plays (which were phenomenal flops in the nineteen teens and twenties) would have been more accepted if released in the sixties, when things like Godot were being written. Robinson was ahead of his time in poetry, it shouldn't surprise anyone that he was somewhat ahead of his time in drama. Now, of course, they could still be awful. I just don't know. I am sorry, it seems my entry into this blog, which I had intended to be about me, is become once more about someone else. I am feeling somewhat all right, but I will need to finish this paper soon and go to bed. I must be up early tomorrow. Now I will take a break to go pack so, if I am up after Matt is in bed, I won't wake him up trying to pack.