Heya. Guess what? That’s right, HEALTH CARE PASSED IN THE HOUSE! BOOYAH! This is even cooler in light of last week’s med scares, during which I was calculating what I could sell in order to pay the deductibles for upcoming operations and, farther down the road, whether I would be able to find an insurance agency to that would accept me. I wound up deciding to immigrate North, where government is sensible, people are chill, and the bacon is oh so tasty.  Now, though, it looks like I won’t have to expatriate for grad school. This is a relief.

While I’ll be combining birthday and governmental celebrations this week (and ignoring the fact that Virginia’s new governor wrote his thesis on the degeneracy of working women and how humans are fundamentally evil), it is yet another week of exams. The final one is actually writing a noh play for Japanese lit. My 5 other classes are science, so this should logically be my “fun” class and I initially intended to write about Michael Jackson. The poetry sections for that would be SO MUCH fun! Unfortunately, one of my friends brought it up in class, and no discussion rules are no discussion rules. Not wanting to jinx politics or war right now, the remaining options are pretty nerdy. Witness:

  • The ghost of Linus Pauling appears to a traveler at the cottage where he discovered the α helix’s structure (god play). Alternatively, A young ecologist is arrested by the sight of an impressive cactus at the landing site of the HMS Beagle and asks a grizzled old naturalist wandering nearby for the story. 3 guesses who that naturalist turns out to be.
  • Burke & Hare terrorize a modern Edinburgh bobby as he takes a curry break one wet evening in Westport (demon play)
  • A (possibly dozing) immunology grad student encounters the warrior spirit of the suppressor T cell, who laments the transience of loyalty and the beauty of the elemental world, and is only placated when the grad student tells it of the resurgence of the T regulatory subset. (warrior play)
  • Rachel Carson (or Henry David Thoreau) appears to a weary hiker and waxes lyrical on the beauty of the natural world, lamenting the continued apathy towards ecological responsibility despite her warnings and those of hundreds of other scientists.  (wig play -come on, Thoreau’s beard probably counts as a wig…)
  • A new philosophy student arriving in Paris seeks lodging in a small garret not too far from the Sorbonne and has to placate her landlady, revealed as the spirit of Marie Sklodowska Curie, when she explodes into a heartbroken fit over the loss of her love and collaborator, Pierre (mad woman play).

As much fun as it would be to write an entire cycle plus kyogen, it might have to start with just the one. So, which of these would you most like to see? If none of them pleases, I suppose the alternative would be something along the lines of a futuristic Britten requiem.