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I'm not sure that I had ever actually taken the Jung Typology test before but the results are in and I'm a definite ENFJ - Teacher Idealist...which is a group comprised of just 2 percent of the population...meaning we're either very special or just very strange.
While I understand that many of these personality tests are as self-fulfilling as your average daily horoscopes, there seemed to really be something to the descriptions I read of this particular personality type. Moreover, I found an eerily accurate description of the major issues that broke Stacey and I apart in the relationship section of the description. Apparently, teacher-idealists encourage other people to tap into their own passions and thus achieve their full potential. And while this is considered a very admirable quality, it can sometimes cause them to expect something of their partner which, if not fulfilled (or at least attempted), can lead to a feeling of frustration, disillusionment, or even betrayal.
Can we say nail on the head?
Anyway, that was my interesting self-discovery this evening. Life continues to ebb and flow these days with very little to comment on which is why I haven't been particularly (or even occasionally) verbose lately. The random times I am encouraged to put words into the ether I choose more often to put pen to paper and fill the pages of my real life journal instead of sitting to my keyboard.
And now to bed...
PS - Selection Sunday is a week away and if you want to be in the Cool Kids Bracket Club sponsored by me, of course, email me or comment and I'll send you the link.
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Sunday, December 11th, 2005
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This has been so amazing and so hard at the same time...
When did I turn from a dreamer to a pragmatist?
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Tuesday, December 6th, 2005
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| What Your Sleeping Position Says |
You have a passion for everything - including sleeping.
Outgoing and brash, you tend to still shock those who know you well.
You tend to be selfish. You are the most likely type to hog the covers.
You gravitate toward comfort and don't like extreme situations.
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Thursday, December 1st, 2005
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I know most of my friends don't stay entertained by more than a couple minutes of any televised sport let alone invest themselves the way I do...but a few of you will understand...and the rest of you, just accept my quirks as normal - they're not changing.
It's really hard to watch KU lose. It's even harder to watch them lose by one point. It's even harder when they have a chance to get a shot off with 6.7 seconds left and they're hacked inside but no foul is called. I realize that it's a shitty way to end a game - free throws, that is...and I would be pissed as hell if I was the team up by one...but a foul is a foul, folks. I don't understand why it's so hard for this basketball team in particular to play solid during the first half...ever. If they were equally as faulty in the second halves I could understand...but they're not...they're consistently not. It makes me sad.
I was proud of Jeffrey tonight though. When Mario was taken out by a flagrant foul, Jeffrey came back in and made the two free throws and then drove the ball to the hoop for two more on the ensuing possession. That's excellent senior leadership...way to go J-Hawk!!!
It makes me sad to watch the Mets lose too...but they usually give up 5 or 6 runs early and play catch up the rest of the way...you sort of expect that when you go out to Queens...ah well, this is still a very young team and it's very early, but I will definitely cry ALL SUMMER LONG if we don't make the tournament because we lose every game this year by 1 or 2 points.
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Wednesday, November 23rd, 2005
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Stendhal describes something in his essays on love as -
"...a wonderful reality which makes nonsense of all possible probabilities."
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Wednesday, November 2nd, 2005
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Martin McDonagh is just so damn funny! I was laughing out loud on the subway this morning while reading "The Lieutenant of Inishmore."
My laundry is done and put away. My Scrabble record is above 500. I'm reading plays, annotating Emerson, and getting a lot done at work. That all amounts to a generally satisfied Nathan.
I should audition more. Maybe after this slew of readings dies down I'll realize that there's still a ton of work to do to get where I want to be.
Saw the final dress of "The Color Purple" with Nicole and her stage manager friend on Monday. There's still a ton of work to do, but they have a show which is pretty exciting. Nice change of pace to see a stage full of black people doing something other than Smokey Joe's Cafe or an August Wilson play these days (Note: this is not to say that I wouldn't love to see an August Wilson play any night of the week). I think Nicole has a boyfriend, but she seems very enthusiastic about us being friends and she's fun to be around.
Nice conversation with Abbey the other night...first normal one in awhile. I liked that.
Okay, I think I'll skip out of here early and go see "Capote" before the playwriting group tonight.
Give me a call sometime...
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Wednesday, October 26th, 2005
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Nathan has been fortunate to have worked in the theatre for 18 years so far. That journey has taken him all the way from the Jet Territory of the Upper West Side to the Californian hospice retreats of Michael Cristofer's "The Shadow Box." Along the way were the two obligatory stops in Sweet Apple, OH and the personal record three visits to River City, IA. BFA - NYU Tisch.
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Tuesday, October 25th, 2005
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A weekend packed with two big parties in Boston...a lovely lunch with Zofia on a miserably cold and drizzly afternoon...an early bus ride back...and a rehearsal for a reading.
The reading went last night and Lars even came down for support. It went well, all things considered. I got some really sincerely supportive comments about my work on the piece. That makes it worth it. I'm doing another reading tomorrow night and then the one in November coming up.
That's my life lately. I get to see Ms. Dowell tomorrow (she's joining me in the reading) so that will be fun...we'll have to drag her out to some of the Chiefs games.
Oh, yeah! And barbeque at Jonathan's Sunday night...great ribs once again! And good company as well.
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I don't understand how things that seem so important can almost seem like a dream in a matter of a few days...any thoughts? Discuss amongst yourselves...
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Thursday, October 20th, 2005
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So I've been wracking my brain for about an hour and I just can't figure this one out. Someone wrote in to us at The Princeton Review today asking about a question which he claims appeared on the GMAT he took recently. Keep in mind that there are no calculators allowed on the test. The questions reads as follows -
What is the greatest prime factor of 2^100 - 2^96?
Now, I know the answer...but I have NO IDEA how you're supposed to come up with it without a calculator...and tricks about powers of 2 that I should know about?
Come on...there must be someone out there who can crack this...
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Tuesday, October 18th, 2005
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can you beleive it's been over six years since I was dumped the last time? not sure if this really counts...but still...
I'm sad...but I don't have time to be sad.
On to another project. Another department. Another job code. Another amount of money that hardly seems worth it at the time.
This is real life, I guess.
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Monday, October 17th, 2005
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There's a fine, fine line between a lover and a friend;
There's a fine, fine line between reality and pretend;
And you never know 'til you reach the top if it was worth the uphill climb.
There's a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of time.
There's a fine, fine line between a fairy tale and a lie;
And there's a fine, fine line between "You're wonderful" and "Goodbye."
I guess if someone doesn't love you back it isn't such a crime,
But there's a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of your time.
And I don't have the time to waste on you anymore.
I don't think that you even know what you're looking for.
For my own sanity, I've got to close the door
And walk away...
Oh...
There's a fine, fine line between together and not
And there's a fine, fine line between what you wanted and what you got.
You gotta go after the things you want while you're still in your prime...
There's a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of time.
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Wednesday, September 21st, 2005
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Quick update:
Every network drive is finally working as it should be on my new computer at work. YAY! That said, I now have a couple projects I need to jump on. One I should be able to knock out with a full day's attention tomorrow, and the other just has to be finished by the end of the month.
Editorial Support work is going smoothly. Today's highlight was from a man named Earl who called and left a 3 minute message about how he was consistently missing the upper level difficulty questions on his practice LSATs and wanted to know if we had any tips or strategies on "doing better on the harder problems." He went on and on for all 180 seconds about how he just didn't understand why the harder questions were...wait for it...harder for him to solve.
I spent my lunch break watching basketball at West 4th today...so beautiful outside. It's nice to be a regular somewhere...even if it is just as an observer.
That's all for now...
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Friday, September 16th, 2005
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I actually have a ton of work I could be doing...but I'm completely unmotivated...I think if I had my music here with me I could bear to plug through it...it's just a lot of creating this years databases and folder partitions. Yuck. Editorial support was pretty light again today. Nice lunch with Scan Center folks at my diner. And now here I am, back at my desk, thinking...
What do I want?
I want to go home and take a nap. I want to play poker with my friends at a real table where we can talk about life and women. I want to plan a picnic with Liz and Paige. I want to go on a real date. Most of all, I want the energy to actually get those things into existance. I'm always the one who has to plan things, but I guess it's worth all the effort when it comes together.
Thoughts for today:
*I lost a very close friend this month...consciously. That hurts. Maybe that investment is the difference...
*My best friends probably won't be together again until Jen's wedding in a year.
*I felt a baby in a coworker today...most people were grossed out...I almost cried. I know I'm not ready now...but I'm ready now.
*It's been over a year. We haven't ever gone an entire year without talking before. 13 months and counting...
Things are okay...much better than last week. I just wish SOMETHING would fall into place in my life. I feel like I haven't done anything but shuffle the pieces of the puzzle around on the table for the past year...
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Monday, September 12th, 2005
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For this first time in nine months I feel like my job is worthwhile...and for the first time perhaps ever, I am really enjoying the work I am doing as I'm using my brain.
In other news, sometimes a little breathing on the phone can set your mind at ease like you wouldn't believe. =)
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Friday, September 9th, 2005
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20 random facts about me - GO!
1. I love Outback Steakhouse cheese fries.
2. I didn't understand the pleasure in kissing in the rain until last month.
3. I was born on an army base in Kentucky.
4. I'm wearing a green shirt today.
5. I have had three speeding tickets...the first was for going 95 in a 60 on I-35 when I was 16 years old...Josh Brown was in the car and we were coming home from April Pronovost's house.
6. I miss my red Escort.
7. I've converted to a Mets fan...but it's not much easier, folks.
8. I used to collect celebrity autographs as a kid.
9. I wanted to be a baseball player when I grew up...I still kinda do.
10. I was there when David Moody broke up with Corina at the top of the Eiffel Tower...be very jealous.
11. I got another Facebook message from Jeff Hawkins asking how I was doing the other day.
12. I'm very excited and at times slightly jealous that my best friend is starting a completely new college experience.
13. This is my favorite number...and eerily enough, my student ID number at Sumner was 131313.
14. Although I'm very superstitious.
15. I like to think of myself as a playwright, but I've only written one full length play.
16. Blue and Silver are still my favorite colors - old habits die hard.
17. I'm addicted to games...especially any kind of card game and Scrabble.
18. I journaled for the first time in my life this summer...
19. Two of my friends got Broadway shows in the past couple of months.
20. Dominoes Pizza is my comfort food...and it's not even that good.
TIME! 4:00 - 4:07
I'm not sure that I know seven people who haven't been tagged... But if you're reading this and you haven't been tagged...consider yourself a target...your turn!
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I feel like my life is a bad parody of a David Ives play sometimes...ah well...c'est la vie.
There could still be a happy ending...or at least some more fun scenes along the way.
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Wednesday, September 7th, 2005
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I can't say what I want but I can't stand to say nothing...
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that's all for now
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Monday, August 22nd, 2005
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An excerpt from Ben Brantley's review of Terrance McNally's latest play, Dedication or The Stuff of Dreams.
"But when 'Dedication' has to make its case for why theater matters, words fail it. 'I think if we can reach one child, just one, it will be worth everything,' Lou says. Now compare that statement to Mrs. Willard's definition of children's theater: 'Grownups desperately trying to hold the attention of a hostile audience.'
Looking like a scalpel-edged Duchess of Windsor, seemingly too rich and too thin to live, Ms. Seldes's imperious Mrs. Willard delivers such lines with a crisp self-satisfaction that never entirely disguises the self-contempt beneath. She achieves the great Mephistophelean glee of that chicest of Disney villainesses, Cruella De Vil, as she mocks the do-gooders of the world. 'Save the whales?' she exclaims. 'I say eat the whales! What has a whale ever done for me?'
At the same time, though, she gives such acute immediacy to her character's physical pain that it becomes the play's central reality. 'I'm dying, Lou, and so are you,' Mrs. Willard says. 'That's all it comes down to, on stage or off. Tell your children that.'
Even the most brightly lighted, colorfully ornamented stage scene would fade against the compelling shadows of Ms. Seldes's rendering of this assertion. The theater, you think, has lost out to the forces of darkness, after all. That is, until you happily remember that it is the dramatic skill of a quintessentially theatrical actress that is making you think this way."
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Thursday, August 11th, 2005
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Thank you Gramps for putting that deck of cards in my hand...it's now allowing me to go on adventures.
I really am very blessed.
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Tuesday, August 2nd, 2005
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I find that I am more reflective on life when very little is going on and totally consumed by life when things are happening...
...thus, I hadn't written in my paper journal since June 30 and I have neglected LJ as well. I don't regret this.
I would like the energy to...
*start working out again (yesterday afternoon in the park was a great refresher!)
*devote time to my writing (play- that is)
*move out of a static situation
I am blessed to have...
*friends who understand me
*wide open spaces to chase a frisbee
*great conversations
P.S. Sometimes the most precious gift is a box which contains the perfect sheep. Sometimes it is clippings from a magazine.
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