Linnea Ashley on March 30th, 2009

Sometimes it starts with boredom. A forgotten book or dead battery on my ipod. Other times it is eavesdropping – a conversation at another table and I hear joss whedon spoken with the proper amount of reverence. But mostly it is something I can’t help. A compulsion or tic. I have to talk to people. […]

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Linnea Ashley on March 26th, 2009

i’ve stopped listening to obama’s press conferences. Sounds crazy I know – especially given that he’s only on his second one. I find the prepared text less interesting than his answers to pointed questions. Not just press conferences…I only marginally pay attention to any prepared text. It’s too much like an infomercial and nothing I […]

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Linnea Ashley on March 7th, 2009

i was determined today. late night be damned. today i was going to class. so when i rolled out of bed later than i anticipated i didn’t let breakfast…er…lunch, or the need for it, deter me. instead i putzed around the house for a while, got dressed and headed into the surprisingly warm noon day.class […]

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Linnea Ashley on March 5th, 2009

the thing is, I’m aware of my place in the scheme of things. Not place so much as placement. It isn’t that I couldn’t move or change – only that in this instance if there were a mandate to assemble in some sort of order – I’d be fair to middling.   Middling in the […]

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Linnea Ashley on March 3rd, 2009

In the darkened theatre, my breath melded into the breathing of hundreds, all waiting for something magnificent, waiting to be moved. It is a collective inhalation of expectation while the curtain rises.They stand in their many poses, muscles tight in anticipation. Waiting to move…waiting to move the audience.This was my first Alvin Ailey production. Its […]

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