To understand this post, you will have to read this letter from the official site of the Diocese of Colorado Springs.

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An Open Letter to Bishop Sheridan

Your Excellency,

I have read your pastoral letter dated May 1st, in which you deny communion to Catholics who vote “supporting legislation or candidates that defy God’s law.”

Yesterday was a pretty mundane busy Monday.

Work from 8 to 5:30. An hour bus ride home.

Rehearse 7 to 10.

Collapse.

The end of rehearsal, however is worth comment.

Yesterday we finished up a series of Improvisation exercises by Viola Spolin aimed towards awareness and perception.

Something a little lighter for a change…

This weekend seemed all spliced together, and I wound up doing a million different things in a million different places. Still, after the pressure cooker of Scavhunt last weekend, I felt totally cut free.

“Holly came from Miami F.L.A.

hitch-hiked her way across the U.S.A.

Plucked her eyebrows on the way

shaved her leg and then he was a she

She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side

said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side

Candy came from out on the island

in the backroom she was everybody’s darling

But she never lost her head

even when she was given head

She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side

said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side

and the coloured girls go

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

Little Joe never once gave it away

everybody had to pay and pay

A hustle here and a hustle there

New York city is the place where they said

Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side

I Said hey Joe, take a walk on the wild side

Sugar Plum Fairy came and hit the streets

lookin’ for soul food and a place to eat

Went to the Apollo

you should have seen him go go go

They said, hey Sugar, take a walk on the wild side

I said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side

Jackie is just speeding away

thought she was James Dean for a day

Then I guess she had to crash

valium would have helped that dash

She said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side

I said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side

and the coloured girls say

Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo”

~ Lou Reed

Torture and humiliation is a landscape without boundaries, a terrible slope that even the most practiced interrogators can slide down once they allow themselves to apply the slightest physical or psychological pressure. — James Glanz, New York Times

Her family brims with accounts about how strong willed Private England could be.

As I went over London Bridge

I met my sister Jenny

I broke her neck and drank her blood

And left her standing empty.

I had to eventually post about something other than scavhunt.

I figure, better to get it over with. Our chronic withdrawal is not aided by our insistance on reliving the past, even though we’re surrounded by fluorescence and floor essence.

160. The biggest goddamn sombrero we’ve ever seen. Fully functional sombreros only. [12 points per square foot. No goddamn limit. 6 bonus points for a goddamn running rendition of the Mexican Hat dance]

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If it isn’t a deep, sworn secret, I’d be interested to know what item, in you folks’ opinion, almost destroyed the Hunt.

More Scavhunt here.

I linked to Mr. Kammerer’s blog below, but read his Sunday, May 09, 2004 post on scavhunt. It’s one of the most transcendent rants on scavhunt I’ve ever encountered.

Where? Here.

~C

Today felt more normal than yesterday. Tomorrow will probably feel more normal still.

Of course, I’m getting all sorts of hare-brained schemes to extend the eudaemonia further still, but most or all will be eventually discarded.

I will continue to add links to the resources post from 5/10/04.