2 posts tagged “buddha”
SpaceCase scored us tickets to see They Might Be Giants in an open air concert at the Lincoln Park Zoo tonight. I wouldn't say I'm a huge fan, but I like the two Johns. It's sort of a consolation prize for not getting tickets to see Tom Waits when he was here. (I'm still bitter about that. The show sold out in ten freakin' minutes.) But now it looks like it's probably going to thunderstorm all evening. Anyone want two tickets to see the Johns?
Oh, well.
As I said in the last post, I'm going into rehearsals next week for a show where I'm playing Buddha. I just found out the first week of rehearsals will be focused on dancing. The show opens with a big Buddha dance number. I think an elephant and monkey might be involved. Why do I do this to myself? It doesn't help to achieve that resolution of being taken more seriously by other people. I feel like Larry David when he started rehearsing for The Producers. Things could be worse, I suppose. I could be playing Buddha for Mel Gibson. Passion of the Buddha. Hey, Buddha, think fast - KAPOW! Not in the face, not in the face!
These rehearsals could really hamper my tv and dvd watching time. I have yet to catch up on last season's Lost. Funny, but I used to be against television. Weened on Harlan Ellison essays, I thought television was the Great Satan. But I've mellowed with cable, and I have come to believe that television is part of an evolution process for human beings that also includes computers, vaccines, anti-depressants, genetic engineering, robotics, and chaos theory. But more on that at a later time. It's enough for now to say that I wills miss tv - for all of about a month.
I have to go to the bathroom.
Goodbye, summer. You heaping pile of sticky misery. I can't wait until you are gone.
I'm saying farewell to summer a tad early because I'm that anxious for it to be over. Aside from the record breaking heatwave - which was with us the majority of the time - there was just one irksome irk after another. (Oh, yeah, and throw in a few assholes. But they don't phase me much. I know how to deal with my own kind.) Just when the finish line was in sight, new dilemmas arose. A gas leak in the kitchen, a ceiling that threatens to give up on life, and two, drug crazed kittens.
On the latter, we took Ruby and Zelda to the vet last Friday to have them spayed. No one warned us about the possible reactions, though. The only time I had ever had a cat fixed, the cat in question was male. Males don't take it quite so hard. First of all, they don't have their bellies cut open, so that makes a good bit of difference right there. Males sulk for a couple of days. You give them beer and let them watch ESPN and they're fine. But R & Z had gone to hell and back. They were so traumatized when we went to pick them up that they were shaking all the way home. Then there was the fact that they couldn't be left alone together. They would hiss and attack each other on sight. So the last five days were spent counseling them on proper behavior, and nursing their depression with chicken treats. There ain't nothin' that can't fixed by chicken! Also, the vet gave us some pretty strong pain medication for them. At times they would look at you, one eye open, one eye half-closed, and you knew that somewhere in that little brain was playing Iron Butterfly's In-a-Gadda-da-Vida. Eventually, the two sisters kissed and made up. Literally. Zelda slowly stepped up to Ruby and sniffed at her face. We waited. Ruby licked her back on the mouth, and they started to clean each other. Just the way it was in my own family after an argument.
I checked my email the same day, and an old friend of mine has offered me the lead role in a play he's directing. It's with a theater he helps to run in Chicago's Loop. The best part is that I get to play Buddha. I've been putting off acting for about a year now, waiting until I could tolerate the personalities, again. Also, you start to question why you're doing it at all when the shows are just recycled versions of other recycled shows. But playing Buddha in an attempt to teach children and adults about the fundamentals of Buddhism? That I can get behind. Plus, with the good karma I made after selflessly putting in my kitty time, I took it as a sign of sychronicity. The B-Man is trying to tell me something.
Wait a minute, is Buddha the guy with the holes in his hands, the fat belly, or the pitchfork? I'm hoping for Pitchfork Man because I hear he lives in a house made of candy. But I know it'll end up being the fat guy.
