Smells Like Victory

Last night, I received a phone call from Kirby (with a rather bad line, but we dealt with it) around 11. She's quite aware about my uneasiness of her challenging the copyright issue with Pioneer, so she called to reassure me that she e-mailed Pioneer, and that her letter was very formal and polite. She even read it to me. It sounded very clear and non-confrontational, although Kirby's had trouble writing these kinds of letters in the past. She wrote a very elegant letter to the principal of our high school last year about changing the date of Snowball so that it didn't conflict with our theatre's performance dates of "Little Shop of Horrors," and our principal just about threw a fit (which, to this day, makes absolutely no sense, as I had read the letter, and it was completely polite.) At any rate, I had also contacted my cousin Brian (who has had to deal with publication), and he and his other writer friend both agreed that Kirby and I should hold onto the copyright. So we'll see how this goes.

Other than that, Kirby and I chatted for some time (until midnight at least), just catching up on things. She's still having doubts about her major (business and film), and thinks it would just be easy to go into med school where she's guaranteed a good salary. We ended our chat with plans to write a screenplay together.

I skipped Yoga this morning (for feminine health issues), and actually accomplished quite a bit. I read through "Shakespeare's Inferno," wrote a catalog description for it, and sent it to Kirby. Then I made my Top 20 list for the poetry section of the Oval, and e-mailed that off to my editor. Then I went down to housing to find out about a single room in Turner. I was right, there were none left, so I requested a room in Knowles again, and if everything goes through all right. I shall be in room 455. Since I was feeling quite on top of things, I called my mom's cousin Bud (who took Zack and I in when the snowstorm prevented us from leaving Missoula), and asked him out to lunch sometime next week.

I watched "Apocalypse Now" in my Film/Lit class. It was quite a gritty movie, but a very well done formalistic approach to the Vietnam War. Although, I'll have to say that my favorite part was the puppy. After the movie ended, I walked outside to see that my environment had turned very dark, and cold, and rainy. It was really quite miserable as I made my way to the Food Zoo to grab dinner before my plenary lecture over Darwin in the Gallagher building.

Once again, I cannot wait until the weekend.