1985

I kept a journal off and on from age 4 (1979) through high school. In an attempt to reminisce...understand myself....okay to come to terms with the 33 year old me, the following is a randomly chosen entry.

I was 10 when I wrote this. I think it is deeply significant and will give you the reader an insight into my personality.

January:

I started a postcard collection today. I'm sick. My little brother bonked me on the head with a radio. We have a day off Monday. I couldn't enjoy Friday because I was sick.

June:

I spent the night at Grandma Cope's and we laughed really hard (Editor's Note: probably me and my cousin's or sister- not me and Grandme Cope...) I peed my pants because I laughed so much and I told Grandma Jan I had spilled water. We had fun because we saw a Puff-And-Stuff movie.

If Life Were Like the Musical CATS

If life were like the musical Cats the following would be considered quite normal:

• When you die (or get reincarnated) you would ascend to the heavens on a large tire.
  
• You would be rude and shun the elderly woman in your neighborhood until they belt a high F. Then you would be best of friends and hope that you could ride that tire with them.
  
• When you portray the Siamese, you would use the same accent that Mickey Rooney uses in Breakfast at Tiffany's.


• Your dances under the moon would be more like the Jane Fonda high impact aerobics tape (as opposed to the low impact where you get to sit in a chair).


• Wealthy fat people would wear spats and sit on custom made top hats (large enough to support their weight).
  
• Perky girls named Jennie-Any-Dots would teach neighborhood pests (children?) how to tap dance.
  
• Leaping, jeteing, stag leaps and high kicks would be all you would need to greet the neighbors. If you had no legs, you would be put down out of your misery (go get the tire!)


• If you are naughty (like Macavity), you could kidnap someone- but a magician (like Mr. Mistoffalies) would make them reappear. The naughty person would fake his own electrocution (but probably live to kidnap another day).

Me Through the Years

In honor of my 33rd birthday, I thought I'd share with you photos of me throughout the years: Clin in 1952

Clin in 1964

Clin in 1974

Clin in 1984

and let's not forget-

Clin in 1998

http://www.yearbookyourself.com/ is the best website ever.

Master Forger

I've decided I want to quit my job and become a full time forger. Other than the minor issue that forging (as opposed to foraging: ie, nuts, berries, loin clothes, etc.)(Or forging involving an open fire. I have long eyelashes that can easily be burnt) is frowned upon (at least in polite society or in the eyes of the government). But, as opposed to teaching theatre and stage crew, I bet a professional forger doesn't have to worry about their stage crew boys dropping a 100 pound trap door on a classmate's foot, popping off the middle toenail, while I squirt where the nail should be with alcohol. Luckily his foot wasn't fractured- but it was the first time I've ever seen someones foot become dislocated (again, luckily it wasn't dislocated from his body...). Someone trying to forge a Picasso painting for millions of dollars or the new $5 bill doesn't have to deal with that. Maybe a little ink under the nails and baking the painting in the oven so it looks old, but no toe nails popping off in the life of a forger. Also, forgers don't have to deal with film studies students raising their hands and wondering why there's no talking in the Charlie Chaplin silent film clip I'm showing in class. A forger would be hard at work trying to talk some European or Saudi billionaire into buying their Vermeer art print that was stolen by the Nazis in WW2 and you "found" at the DI.

Finally, a forger wouldn't have to cut 60 students from the Taming of the Shrew auditions because there are only 5 female and 7 male roles available. A professional forger would be working on selling a priceless folio they created over a weekend of the long-lost Shakespeare play Bosoms of the Midwife (discovered at a neighbors garage sale- on the east side of town where the garage sales are better). That's why I want to be a forger.