"Assassination Vacation" by Sarah Vowell is the one of the reasons why I'm so interested in history. It is an amazingly funny yet in-depth look at three of America's assassins, Booth, Guiteau, and Czolgosz. It is the reason I can spell "Czolgosz" without looking it up. But, last summer I took the hardcover book back to the store because I needed the money. Now, yay, it is available in paperback, so I treated myself to a new copy. I'm looking forward to reading it again and rediscovering what makes our country so damn great. I bought it when I was in the library, working on my essay topic (at last). This may not seem so incongruous, since you'll remember that I am writing about Sondheim's "Assassins," another corner of the unholy triumverate. The third reason is Edwin Booth who is (despite being dead) absolutely fascinating. Edwin understands why I cheated on him with Nelson. We're good now.
Anywho. Class this morning was cancelled, only I forgot until I got to school. Hence me working on my project in the liberry. This afternoon we workshopped a final piece from my classmate Andrew E., which was interesting. I have to admit, when we only got 12 pages I was wondering "what are we going to talk about?!" But it turns out we had plenty--the themes and images that we pulled from his piece were innumerable. I hope it helped. I'm a little worried now, looking at my piece that it's too fluffy and/or autobiographical. but then, aren't they all? Rehearsals for Hedwig and I'm back home. I can't believe it's only nine o'clock. I feel like I've been up for three days. See, this is what happens when I get out of bed before noon.