the deferred

i suspect the kingdom is a great movie, never mind cultural studies or whatever you want to call it - pc, sensitivity, i don't know. i liked the ending, liked it so much. yeah, cliche, but then again this is not a film by fellini so quit it.

almost fell asleep in the middle of the movie though, and i don't sleep in cinemas. not the movie's fault, it's just i haven't slept in a very long time - slept of course meaning slept for not less than seven hours each night. been working twelve hours for the past two weeks - twelve's the minimun. sometimes there are extensions, self-imposed. you know my reasons.

i should have slept all weekend but then there are readings to be, yeah, read. i am still loving school, thank you very much. (notice the use of still before loving; in anticipation of future complainings and what-have-yous). for my drama class i read palutus' miles gloriosus, aristotle's poetics, some writer's the death of tragedy, and edward albee's the goat or who is sylvia.

not an albee fan, not a fan of drama, actually. knew albee only from who's afraid of virginia woolf, the film, and that was more mike nichols/elizabeth taylor than edward albee. in the goat or who is sylvia, a man falls in love with a, right, a goat. the title says (notes toward a definition of tragedy). tragedy alright.

at least now i have a venue where i can talk about genre and postcolonial thought and maybe deconstruction without boring people. maybe i do bore people. the week after next it's shakespeare.