I am feeling rather crass and vulgar at the moment. Perhaps I am only showing, or feeling my roots. so to speak.
Cap’n- Matt Lopez
First mate- Angela Sabrowsky
Chantey man- Kathy Gaytan
Drivelswigger- Nancy Ponder
Wench- Jaena Rae Cabrera
Picaroon- Heather Perry
Cooper- Robert Doss
Bootymaster- Rolando Rodriguez
Carouser- Berenice Salazar
Swabbie- Melissa Rae Sipin
Helmsman- Kate McLaughlin
Pilot- Jolene Combs
Calker- Aaron Dobruck
Sea Dog- Jeremiah Dobruck
Sutler- David Luizzi
Deck hands- staff members
Cabin boys- assistant editors
Avast, ye maties! ‘Tis going to be a fine fall semester. Yarrrr. Turn in your stories, else you’ll be walkin’ the plank.
I’m vulgar, and I’m a nerd.
And oh, I am tired of this little obsession of mine. It has gone on for far too long, and there really is no good reason for it; not that there ever was an adequate one to begin with.
When I actually talk about it, I feel so base and vile. Not to mention vindictive.
I am desensitized. I grew up in a town where people running through your backyard in the middle of the night was normal. I grew up in a town where sirens were always screaming down the streets, and helicopters were constantly hovering over my school or neighborhood. I went to a high school that had almost daily race riots. I did not bat an eyelash when that girl’s body was found at Veterans’ Park. I was more or less amused when that man’s body was found in the trunk of an abandoned car in front of my neighbor’s house. I was not too surprised when I learned that the two convenience store clerks at the Mobil by my house were brutally murdered during a routine stick-up. I expressed mild disinterest when I learned that a teenaged girl was shot outside the club next to the hotel we were staying in that night.
The atrocities do not touch me.
I suppose all of that was meant to be a testament to my conviction that I am a bad person. A good person would feel something, yes? Compassion, perhaps even outrage at the horror and brutality.
No. All that registers is mild disinterest.
I am feeling rather out of sorts tonight.
It is rather strange. I do not often wish to be swept off my feet, but tonight it would be nice to just leave reality behind for a little while. A small respite from inevitable change and tumult.