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Sunday, September 7th, 2003
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12:26 am
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Here I am, I've been home for about 2 weeks, sitting here at home in quite a funk. I have a college degree, awards and citations for past jobs very well done, yet no job. Hardly any hope it seems to get one anytime soon, well at least a semi-permanent job that I would even somewhat be interested in doing, one that would utilize my own talents and intelligence and one that would obviously pay well.
Last night in Atlanta David looked into my eyes (as is quite common) and he began his future predictions. I'm sorry David, but I can't say I exactly believe you, especially the part about me not getting my masters. You see, I have decided to go to Georgia State in the very near future to pursue a masters in historic preservation, thus the reason I need to get a job as I cannot afford GA State, or Atlanta even, right now. But I have a feeling that what David told me is some type of brilliant reverse psychology that will force me to go through with the masters.
But everything is up in the air as it is now. I'm living at home (bleh!), I have $20 to my name at the moment, no job, and seemingly little hope for one and I'm beginning to get rather depressed about the whole situation (and I'm not one to get depressed), hopelessely peering into the future with the weight of trepidation weighting everything down. I just wish I was back in Cherokee...*sigh*
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(6 Repentant Sinners | Sinner, repent here)
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| Sunday, July 27th, 2003
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10:33 am - Mr. September
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Well, yet again, I have checked something off of my list of "Things I thought I would never do". Number 1738: Pose nude for a calendar. We just finished two weeks of Christmas here and one of the gifts someone requested was a calendar of the "Men of UTH". I was more than flattered that I was asked to be in it, though later I found out that no males were excluded. Then I found myself waiting for the photographer to arrive...well next thing I know, I'm naked under three strategically placed books. The rest of the calendar is hot with things like Marshall and Corey kissing, shirtless for February, built like a shithouse Ben with nothing but a beachball covering his equally built dick for July, and an always gorgeous Kyle sans shirt for August. I'm gonna talk Todd into printing one up for me next week.
In addition to Christmas being over (finally!), we had out performance of "Closer" last night. It went rather well and my sound design worked well. I had been worried that it wouldn't go over as well, but I actually had the audience singing along. The music certainly broke up the monotony of the play's downward spiral into depression.
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(5 Repentant Sinners | Sinner, repent here)
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| Monday, July 21st, 2003
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3:53 pm
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Just got out of rehearsal for a play I'm sound designing..."Closer" by Stephan Marber,incredible play! It's Christmas here on the Hill and I'm now the proud owner of a sarong! For those of you who are fashionably ignorant, a sarong is a piece of rectangular cloth worn around the waist, commonly found in Equitorial countries. It's also commonly found here on the Hill. This thing is incredibly comfortable and if worn properly (that is, sans underwear) is very liberating in a way!
Mark and David? Are you coming to see me up here? This weekend would be perfect...you can both see Closer on Saturday night! Please come visit! Please? Please? And any of you out there are also welcome to come see me!
Love to all!
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(3 Repentant Sinners | Sinner, repent here)
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| Tuesday, July 15th, 2003
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11:26 am
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Damn! I never get comments like I got on the last posting! So here are the details for the most asked about things...
Strip Never Have I Ever is exactly what is sounds like. I was fully naked in the Boys Day Room in mixed company. Most of the group was gay, but nothing else happened.
I AM engaged, but not really. We have "marriages" up here all the time, but they aren't real. I'm engaged to Sarah Chandler who is the Dyke that I stuck my finger into at the Jello Shooters Party. I even gave her a ring! But actually, I'm also on the schedule to marry someone else, but I can't give details...But we can have more than one wife up here...I even have a mistress, but she's 80.
I hope everyone is having a good summer, I'm off to get a lap dance! C-y'all!
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(3 Repentant Sinners | Sinner, repent here)
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| Friday, July 11th, 2003
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4:38 pm
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Ok, well, it's been a while since I've updated here, in fact, I haven't checked anything here in sometime. I've been completely absorbed in Hill life and having a whale of a time!
Ok, let's see, what has happened since I last updated...I've shaved my head, fought with Bitchy, gone to Gay Pride, learned to crochet (sort of), gotten drunk, gotten high, danced a tango with Cute Chris, persued Cute Chris and lost him, lost Jacob to Zoonie (dammit), pulled a tendon in my leg, become a dramaturg, finished the 5th Harry Potter book (EXCELLENT!), read alot, gotten a room to myself, spent an entire evening discussing Milton and Paradise Lost, designed sound for a perfectly dreadful romantic comedy, been accused of calling someone a whore, been marched to my execution wearing a fabulous feathered hat (in hot pink, no less), been disemboweled a few too many times, fought off Creek Indians, sewed many labels on costumes, been hit on by a 17 year old "straight" boy, played strip "Never Have I Ever" in the Boys Day Room, bought porn, discovered the delights of Nina Simone, stuck my finger in a Dyke, and gotten engaged to be married to a female.
More details later...
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(6 Repentant Sinners | Sinner, repent here)
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| Sunday, June 1st, 2003
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4:48 pm
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Our first day off...sigh. THis is the life...absolutely nothing to do but lay in the warm sun and read, toss a frisbee in a rather uninspired frisbee game, chat, gossip, feel the love. Last night was the annual Keg Party, for some reason I was in anti-social mood. Not good when you are virtually expected to socialize. I think my lack of a good bottle of Scotch aided in my sorrow. Tomorrow begins the true hell week for the costume shop. The interior of the shop looks like a garbage dump with costumes for every person in the show stuffed into gardbage bags and sitting in a pile in the middle of the floor. We will be sewing from 9AM to 11PM. Please pray for us! :-)
I hope all is well with all of you!
Love, Lewis
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(2 Repentant Sinners | Sinner, repent here)
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| Tuesday, May 27th, 2003
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7:04 pm - Cherokee Update
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"The weather is here! Wish you were beautiful!"
Those are the words emblazoned on the front of Poker's t-shirt. Obviously, the words on the t-shirt have nothing to do with the beauty in this place, physical, spiritual, intellectual beauty. It's all here. The other night, Charlita remarked that this is a truely beautiful cast, and indeed it is. The guys are all good-looking and the females, well, they are lovely also. Even the people who aren'tphysically beautiful have a wondeful sense of beauty around them in shome shape or form. I guess that's why I come up here. Just to be in touch with something so beautiful for a little while. It doesn't last, but it stays forever with you.
My time here so far has been interesting. The feeling of being an outcast is still present with me though I'm not sure the cause. In a way, I do think I try to hard to impress people. All one needs is to take a look at my room with all it's pictures hung precisely, books scattered about and everything neat and organized. The room of someone with taste, class, and an education. What am I trying to spell out, who knows?
Not that I'm not having fun. I've been here since Thursday and so far it has been a wild, strange ride the whole way and that's not just from my possible transmission problems with my car *groan*. I hope all is well with all of you!
And Mark, if the apartment doesn't work out in the fall and if I return might we consider living together? I know co-habitation is a major step *grin*. It may be interesting!
Love, Lewis
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(1 Repentant Sinner | Sinner, repent here)
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| Sunday, May 25th, 2003
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2:55 pm
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OK, so there is this beautiful, tall, blonde who's name is Kyle which is spelled C-O-C-K-T-E-A-S-E. He's been painting outside the costume shop all day without his shirt! My, oh my! What a sight to behold: this sculptured David with his taut abs and wavy blonde hair. The entire costume shop is hungry for him. We can't wait until fittings! :-)
Anyway, little dancer boy is out of the question. Now, I know I am guilty of being a know-it-all, but this guy is irritatingly so. I and the rest of the choir nearly slapped him during rehearsal as anytime the director asked a question he would immediately shout out the answer, even if he had not been called on. In addition, he obviously has no sense of pitch or really any remote idea on how to sing. God, his voice is horrendous.
But anyway, Mr. Kyle Cocktease is off-limits, as he is "straight" (Whatever that means)...but there is another guy named...well, I don't want to spoil this...I'll let you know about him when he's in my arms and on my lips.
In addition to the hot boys, I have made at least one new fag hag. Her name is Jonnie, she's a dancer and she ROCKS!
My address here is :
Lewis O. Powell, IV
c/o Unto These Hills
Highway 441 North
Cherokee, NC 28719
Send me some mail!
Love, Lewis
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(2 Repentant Sinners | Sinner, repent here)
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| Saturday, May 24th, 2003
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5:12 pm
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I have returned to my verdant home in the mountains. Like always, this place is heaven. Ofcourse,it does involve actual work, but when you'reworking around such wonderful people and in such a movingly gorgeous place, the work becomes secondary. This seems to be taking shape as one of my most fun summers here on "the Hill". The boys this year are incredible...one tall, lanky, blonde number is just too beautiful and he spent most of the day without a shirt! There is even a cute, little dancer boy that I have my eye on, but knowing my luck up here, I'll only be looking. I hope all is well with the rest of y'all!
Much Love, Lewis
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(3 Repentant Sinners | Sinner, repent here)
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| Wednesday, May 21st, 2003
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11:00 pm
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Well, as usual I haven't updated my journal. The past few weeks have been full of ecstasy and trepedation. These weeks have seen me finally graduate from college, but I still face the world before me and as I look at it, it seems to grow scarier and darker. Tonight, as I pack for one last summer in Cherokee, I realize that all that has brought stability in my life is quickly disappating. School, home, work. All have passed and now everything is up to me. Like a desert mirage, my life flashes before me and I rush forward to find that it's nothing but sand. I'm bummed out yet something still holds a sense of optimism. I pray that that ray of light burns on and gets brighter, otherwise my future may be very dark. I don't trust myself to make it. I'll sit on my ass and laze around and wish I had servants to take care of me, but I won't do anything to make that happen.
Anyway, I leave tomorrow for one more summer in the bosom of the mountains of North Carolina. For those new to my journal, I'll be employed at the outdoor historical drama "Unto These Hills" in Cherokee, North Carolina. It's a beautiful place with an incredible atmosphere. Maybe I can find myself there. As always, all are welcome to come see the show. Email me if you happen to be in Cherokee...my email is ganymead@yahoo.com. I'll check my email regularly. Maybe I'll even post a bit! Have a wonderful summer all, and take care! Much love to all of you!
Lewis
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(1 Repentant Sinner | Sinner, repent here)
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| Tuesday, April 29th, 2003
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11:47 am
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Things are looking up!
I just got a "B" in a class I didn't actually take! The final class I have outstanding on my transcript is out of the way and I will actually be graduating on May 10th! Life is wonderful!
I'm happy as a bug! More later! Must learn lines for show I'm performing this afternoon!
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(1 Repentant Sinner | Sinner, repent here)
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| Wednesday, April 16th, 2003
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1:58 pm
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ACHTUNG! Ranting ahead. Proceed with caution!
It is difficult to imagine that anyone could even remotely consider graduating from this university with the utter shit they make you go through to do so. For the past two months, I have been in limbo as to whether or not I should graduate. This computer course that I should have taken (but didn't because I was told it could be waived) is still a thorn in my side. Originally, it could be waived, well that's now out of the question. Then I was told I could test out of it ("Other students have done that!" replies my adviser), well, evidently, the test to take (that a surprising number of professor in different areas all over the campus believe exists) does not exist according to the Testing Center. I am at the end of my rope. As of this moment, I am not graduating, but will be one of those people who will regret for the rest of my life that I didn't earn a college degree. All because of one FUCKING class. I don't have the time, money, or the patience to return to school. The system here in Georgia states that if classes are not used towards a degree in 10 years, you loose credit for them. That leaves me two years to make my decision before I start loosing courses. To hell with school!
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(Sinner, repent here)
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| Monday, March 31st, 2003
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4:59 pm
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Well, I have finally found a good book to read. I'm currently engaged in reading Donna Tartt's "The Secret History". It concerns a group of classics students at a small Vermont liberal arts school. It's one of these very cerebral novels that I really get caught up in. I must investigate the classical Greek language after this.
I'm on the verge of actually being able to graduate. If I can clear this one single class from my record I will be marching down the aisle in the Spring! Though now I'm getting jitters about what I will do after all of that. My plans currently include returning to Cherokee for the summer, but after that the plan falls falt. Ultimately, I'd like (or rather need to) move to Atlanta. As for work, I'm searching for an archives position. I have 7 years archival experience and don't want to put it to waste. Such a job would provide the finacial support I need so that I can do theatre in my spare time. But looking at apartments and such in that area is rather scary. I doubt I'll be able to live in the metor area and afford it without a roommate. I'm trying to avoid having a roommate at all costs, but who knows?
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(6 Repentant Sinners | Sinner, repent here)
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| Friday, March 28th, 2003
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12:05 am
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| Wednesday, March 26th, 2003
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1:04 am
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Well, I have stopped working out. I knew it wouldn't last. But having a free day tomorrow I will attempt to revive it.
Spring break has finally arrived, but with everyone out of town I'm back to sitting in front of my computer with no social life. "Wicked: the Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West" has been interesting but I'm not really that into it. As a gay man I know the cliche of always being interested in anything related to Wizard of Oz, but it doesn't really do anything for me. My mother picked up a new Anne Perry mystery at the Library and I may look into that. I have been known to devour those in an entire day.
"War, war, war! This war talk's spoiling all the fun at every party this spring. I get so bored I could scream!" -- Scarlett O'Hara
Indeed, why does the media believe we need 24/7 coverage of this war? Isn't CNN enough without NPR, CBS, NBC, ABC, TCM, ABBA, etc. covering the war constantly? Granted, the war is important, but I don't need to hear every depressing detail 10 times and know about it the moment it happens.
"If either of you says war just once again I'll go in the house and slam the door!"
Thankya, Miss Scarlett!
And BTW, guess who has a date on Sunday! :-)
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(1 Repentant Sinner | Sinner, repent here)
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| Friday, March 21st, 2003
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7:52 pm
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Well, this has certainly been a day from hell with a few nice sections in there. I left early and went to the Computer Science department to see about substituting a class so I can graudate. You see, there is a required computer course that teaches general computer stuff every college student should need (Powerpoint, Pegasus Mail, Internet Explorer, FrontPage, Word, Excell) and now that I have finished everything else (well, almost) they expect me to take this. Granted, I know how to use all these programs and utilize some of them daily. In addition as a theatre requirement, I had to take a course in Computer Aided Design for Theatre. Some of the above programs were invloved. So, to make a long story short, I visited the head of Computer Science and the asshole told me that I had to take the course. So, either I find a way around it or I stay in school another damn semester (this makes 19 semesters in school, ugh) and take the f-ing course. Needless to say, I left his office quite livid and went and deposited my rather hefty check from work and upon exiting the bank discovered that my car wouldn't start! So, I decided to take a nice, refreshing walk back to school. Despite the traffic, the weather was very spring-like for the first day a Spring and I was cheered immeasurably. To make a long story short, upon returning to my car it started the first time...grrrr...Why is it that I always must end up with cars with mysterious problems that no mechanic can ever resolve?
I am wearing a little yellow ribbon in honour of the soldier in the Middle East. One of our theatre majors is there and we're hoping he will come back safely.
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(Sinner, repent here)
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1:07 am
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What do we know about war? I'm a simple (well, rather complex) theatre major. I know theatre, I know history, I know about the humanities, but what do I know of war?
When I was a kid my mother rented the 1951 John Huston movie "The Red Badge of Courage". I was entirely intrigued. At that time I had just gotten very interested in the Civil War and I was really excited about watching the movie. Well, the movie got to the first battle scene and like Henry Fleming (the young soldier) I was scared out of my wits by the battle scene. Something in the back of my mind told me to run (past life memory perhaps?) and I took off out the back door and into the calm sunlight. I couldn't watch it. Imagining that someday I could be there, watching my fellow soldiers die, knowing that death was whizzing past my ears and over my head, knowing that a man on the other side wanted to kill me. I knew from that moment on that I could never have anything to do with the military. I could never fight.
I salute those men and women fighting for our country in this fucked up war. I will honestly admit that I'm not sure why we are fighting, or even if this war is needed. Do any of us know? Are we having propaganda shoved down our throats or have we been given the facts. I don't know what to believe, of course, I'm in no place to make decisions. The only battles I have ever fought have been onstage, granted there were weapons and people "died", but I still know nothing of war.
These celebrities who stand up and shout their opinions. Do they really matter? Granted, we have the freedom to express these opinions; this was granted to us in our Constitution (if that still exists and even that is questionable) but honestly, do we care what Sean Penn or Susan Sarandon think about the war? I doubt many of these people would know anything of diplomacy or the inner workings of the UN. Who knows? This is certainly a confusing time...who knows what to believe?
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(2 Repentant Sinners | Sinner, repent here)
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| Tuesday, March 18th, 2003
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4:06 pm
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My apologies for the cryptic entry the other night. It was meant for a certain friend whom I am feuding with at the moment.
Anyhow, nothing much to report. My QAF addiction continues as I am now on the second season. I'm working out, which is rather good, though I hate not being able to see the consequences of such action immediately.
I'm currtenly engrossed in Gregory Maguire's "Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West". Certainly a departure from my usual reading, but I'm enjoying it.
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(Sinner, repent here)
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| Monday, March 17th, 2003
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12:06 am
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| Monday, March 10th, 2003
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9:46 pm - A Reinvention...
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Something about this QAF addiction has lit a fire underneath me. My sense of fun, my sense of forward propulsion have all been affected. All this thrown together with Saturday night, QAF, and a pereectly timed play (The Cat in the Hat, I play the little boy, Conrad) have urged and incited me to change. Grab my boot straps and pull myself out of this oblivious hole and make something of my life. I have sat on my ass way too long and now I'[m gonna do something about it!
Granted, I have done this approximately 385.2 times before and all efforts fall flat on their faces after a few days, but I think this QAF fire will burn a bit long, after all, I have many more episodes to watch and then watch again. In addition, Falstaff called today and said that a QAF party tour will be in Atlanta in May and will turn one of the local bars into Babylon for the night. I have promised myself that I will dance without my shirt (and embarassment, too) on the dance floor and will be hot and guys will be tripping over themselves for me for self-confidence is all I need!
MY PLAN
Loose weight and get rid of belly.
Start exercising more frequently.
Study for my final class.
Drink more water.
Develop a decent social life and no more weekends at home.
Post to LJ frequently.
Be a better friend.
Ok, I do have a question for all you out there...
I have a rather hairy chest. Sadly, I'm not like one of those hairless twinks that I find sexy. The image of a pumped up chest without a single hair, like a marble Greek statue is highly erotic, but I find a little hair just as erotic. In the past, I have shaved my chest, it's a pain, but I've done it. Should I shave it again, or simply trim the hair I have or what? I want opinions, but also suggestions on ways to remove hair.
In addition, should one shave legs and arms, too? I sometimes feel I look ridiculous with a shaved chest but hairy arms and legs.
As an added bonus, I'm posting a pic from CSU's recent production of Shakespeare's "Twelfth Night". I was Valentine, but in addition, I played a topiary. I'm the third topiary from the left.
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(9 Repentant Sinners | Sinner, repent here)
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