whew, its been a while since ive really written anything. i was gonna write about bush's state of the union (pretty funny actually) but mrs newmark stole my notes, dont worry it'll be up here eventually. for now though, i want to discuss moliere's "tartuffe". im not gonna go literary on you or anything but just hear me out. it all started right after we finished candide (damn voltaire for that stupid book). we had to read tartuffe. its supposed to be a comedy, yeah from 17th century france. like they were funny back then. anyway, i got behind but then caught up the next nite and it all sucked. i look at the words on the page, i wouldnt go as far as reading them but i did see them. i acknoledged them and they acknoledged me but we just didnt interact. you know, like people from different cliques, its all understood. our version wasnt even interesting, no rhymes or fun shit like that. just prose, just boring speak. anyway, after all that torture i really cant remember what happened because, like i said, i just stared at the words and it was all understood. so then tonite theres a performance at the kennedy theater of the dress rehearsal for burning coal's production of tartuffe. so our english teacher wants the whole everyone to go but i really dont want to but o well, its extra credit. never thought i'd have to say this... so i end up paying $8 of my own fucking money to go see a production of tartuffe... yes its true. actually about everyone went so i figured it couldnt be that bad. so tonite i get there and everyone's in the lobby talking and shit and its not bad. we go into the theater (which is really not a theater but a side room for rehearsals). there are all these blue lights and a little stage in the middle with a table with cloth and 2 chairs. i choose to sit on the last row in the middle which turns out for the worse eventually but ill get to that later. anyway, they're playing this rock music, like psychedelic shit from the 60's. its wonderful until i realize its in french... even better! nothing relaxes me like 60's french psychedelic rock. so i start to thing, hey, this might not be that bad. thats when the old woman showed up. she was an actress doing her lines on the stage but there was something wrong. finally, i figured it out. she was a HE. yeah, it was an old man, disturbing in a word, gag me with a spoon in 5. im thinkin, o shit this better not be one of those all guy productions. whoo, was i wrong. turns out "dorine", who i thought was just a servant was actually a french maid. dressed like a french maid. with yeah, a 20 something woman inside the outfit. lets put it this way, if one of the guy's mooned us, she'd be the sun the whole way through... anyway, credited mostly to dorine's cleavage (oops i said it) the play wasnt that bad. dont call me dirty or anything, i watched the eyes of every guy in the whole place, you know what you were lookin at. besides that though, she was a bitch, which was really funny. slappin people and gettin pissed and yellin and oh it was beautiful. the dude playing orgon's face got red a few times and did you see how greasy tartuffe's hair was. o well, it was funny anyway. "if you were standing there naked i wouldnt be tempted at all by your hyde." you go dorine... well, the play was entertaining and the music rocked even though it was in french and unc lost to tech by 20 whooo and the canes lost which sucked but i feel i must include it anyway. i have to mention though, the best part of the play, if you were in the right position, which i was but 3 rows back was when dorine in all her glory bowed before us. i wish i had been barrett... ok so my night didnt suck as much as i thought it would. tartuffe rocked to say the least and props or some white man equivilant to the burning coal theater company for such wonderful costumes.... peace out y'all ill write up the sotu later...

ps-
lisa: tickets to tartuffe- 8$
gas to get to the theater-10$
front row seat when dorine takes a bow- priceless
tom: there are some things that money can't buy...for all of those guy things, there's mastercard.