I have kind of just had a big blow to the system here at ETSU. Art is dead here. The school only performs show because it brings in money. I have known this for sometime now, but after the last show we did the whispers have started. The show put the department so far in the hole money wise that they will no longer do a musical next year. This was just what I wanted to hear. This department is too small to do anything that big and now they are killing the spirits of the students and stamping out all creative ideas. I am currently thinking of starting up a guerrilla theater organization and forcing art on the people of ETSU. Art needs to be made because of the act of katharsis it gives to the audience. It needs to be made for the people. It can not be made because it would be easy. It cannot be made because it will bring in money. The school has learned that one the hard way. But this has not taught the department anything. What it did was make the students think this is how the world is run. The student organization is going to perform a musical it can't afford, doesn't have the singers for, and does not have the band for. The show is going to kill the only organization the students have that shows that art can truly be made. I feel if no one is going to stop the current system of immitiation art byproduct then someone needs to teach the teachers that art is life. That art is like breathing, it needs to be done to live.

I am finally back in school after a lond summer of solitary confinment at the parent's lovely abode. No internet, no television outside of movies, no car, and one month in my phone loses all it's minutes and I have no money. The po white boy sindrom( wow i can't spell). I am now thinking in a year of moving to Ashville and teaching high school or middle school art. They are desperate for teachers, pay alot for them, and I can get my masters in theatre at UNC Ashville. Life has been getting wierd and I am riding along like a squirrel in skeet shooter. But just like that same squirrel I am probably about to run into a tree. Performance has now become my life, sexual exploration to the point I am in search of a mistress...again, and too many secrets about my life that I want out in the open to a point but of course there is that huge friggin tree I feel coming closer and closer. Here is hoping it is a sapling and not a red wood. Damn how many tree metaphors can I fit into a single blog.