It has been a few days since my last blog so I apologize to all my fans who have been holding their breath; may you rest in peace. There's really no excuse for why this second blog has taken so long other than the fact that time has become less available over the last few days. After working with middleschoolers all day, attending classes three nights a week, and playing in the New York City Gay Basketball League, the time I have is most often spent doing things such as showering, eating and sleeping. Blogging is really new to me, so hopefully it will become second nature and my readers will have more access to my rants.

So I finished the play "The Mercy Seat" in what seemed like fifteen minutes yesterday and I have to say, it wasn't particularly the best quarter of an hour of my life. Truth be told: I was immediately put off by the bickering I understand was near impossible to avoid under those circumstances. I grew tired of reading all the (beat)s that were added to Abby's lines to blatantly express her, for lack of a better word, bitchiness. I didn't want their relatyionship to work from the outset of the play because there were so many words in "quotes" that their conversation offered a view into the falsity of their relationship. I was never truly convinced and ultimately proven right, of their love for one another. Furthermore, the Doggy style conversation sent me over the edge.

The teacher with whom I cohabit a classroom lost her older brother in the 9/11 tragedy. Hearing her stories and seeing the pain in her eyes this past week when she recounts that day and the years of therapy brought on by her loss made this play seem trite in the grand scheme of things. It was a well written play that does offer insight into the darker side of tragedies and the exploitation that may ensue. But overall, it made me feel pretty shitty.