Friday, February 27, 2009

Happy birthday to Mr. Spouse!!!

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

off the earth but not in trouble

Wow, it happened again. I dropped off the face of the earth. But this time it wasn't a bad reason. Just a busy reason. Spring break is coming up and so is a trip to NY and I'm taking several classes, so ya, it's just kinda busy.
Which is good, cause it keep me out of trouble.

Monday, February 09, 2009


Facebook - seemed innocent enough. A fun way to keep in touch with cast and crew from Ninja James and the Beast Boy. But then folks from my collage theater department “found” me. I didn’t know I was lost, but it’s a good feeling to be found just the same. Then people from another college I went to “found” me. Then high school folks “found” me, and so did summer camp friends, traveling friends, European friends, and friends from various places I’ve visited and lived. Which truthfully has been great and even a bit overwhelming. But my real question is why does almost everyone who “friends” me, always asks me “Is this THE Leslie Langee?” or “Can this be THE Leslie Langee?” or “Holy shit! THE Leslie Langee?” Now I’ve never been too concerned about my reputation (or lack there of), but I’m beginning to wonder, why the hell is everyone capitalize THE? Did I used to write my name like that? Did I refer to myself in third person? Am I wanted by law enforcement? Perhaps they thought I had died? I dunno, but I’m getting a bit paranoid. Facebook - its got weird all over it!

Monday, February 02, 2009

art = life

................. Dancer in Black by Fabian Perez ..................

I've realized that I must do something creative in life, no matter how big or small. If I ignore that part of me, because I've gotten caught up and overwhelmed with the needs of others, I quickly become irritable and out of sorts. I find myself pacing, and getting the "I-gotta-act/write/sing/dance/LIVE, or I'm-gonna-go-outa-my-mind" kind of restlessness (and I'm not even a good dancer!). If I ignore my art/life connection for too long, I become a depressed shell of a person, with very little give to anyone. The point is, being creative is integral to living and we often push it to the side for the sake of others. We forget that it is in the fabric of who we are and it's as important as breathing.