Tis the time for ghosts and goblins to roam the earth and accost people for candy. Here at the university the only people who seem to be in the Hallowe'en spirit are a couple of people who work Administration, unless slovenly lacker guy and slutty girls are real honest-to-goodness costumes. To be honest, there's just something creepy about a handful of 45 plus-ers dressing up as princesses and witches.
This weekend Rachel and I went to see "The Apple Seed girl" at Femfest. It's a great play by my brother-in-law's girlfriend, Kerri. Saturday was the last night, but there was some talk of workshopping it... so if it ever plays near you, see it. While I think I'd need to see it again to catch some of the more symbolic elements, I loved the awkward, flirty conversation of themain character and her neighbour. Kerri seems to write shy, uncomfortable boy-girl dialogue as well as anyone else. Oh, and the main character grows a tree. And horticulture? Always good.
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