All posts for the month December, 2016

Dream, Dream, Dream

Published December 27, 2016 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

As I may have mentioned, Bob Dylan helped me get through college.

During my junior year in college, I began to mentally unravel a bit. Around this time I started listening to Bob Dylan. (His music,  I didn’t actually hear his voice in my head. I was unravelling, not breaking down.) For some reason, I got the notion to one day audition to be a back-up singer for his never ending tour.

This day dream gave me a bit of focus, just a bit, and that was enough to help me lug myself from class to class to keep my scholarship so I could continue my voice lessons.  So I survived.

I’m still a big Bob Dylan fan and when I was actively producing plays, I would include one Bob Dylan song and one Los Lobos song in each production. (That was trick when I directed The Grapes of Wrath and I used only acoustic music performed live on stage.) One of my plays is named after a Bob Dylan lyric.

Still I know it was all a day dream.

I was not at all surprised when Mr. Dylan appeared in an actual dream.

Well that is not entirely accurate. Tom Petty called me on the phone to tell me that “our friend was drinking a lot.” (I’m assuming that he felt we had to speak in code because we were on the phone. )

When I was relaying the details of this dream to Batman, I said that I thought it was unnecessary for Mr. Petty to say, “Hey, Lynda, this is Tom Petty.” because with that voice who else would he be, except, possibly Tom Waits, and how would Tom Waits get my number?

For a split second that made perfect sense to me. Batman, on the other hand, just gave me the slow nod and smile combination that most people give me when they think I may just finally have reached the edge and am preparing to leap off.

Now I really don’t think that Tom Petty has been just waiting for the right time to call and chat, but I think that would be more likely to happen than Tom Waits to give me a jingle.

Last night I dreamed that I kept having to call my friend Penny to come and pick me up because my mother kept forgetting me. This missed ride dilemma kept me from attending my acting classes.

I can’t even imagine where that came from.

In other news, I am more than ready for this year to be over.

Today we lost Carrie Fisher.

While I didn’t know her personally, she definitely made an impact on the females of my generation. She was the first one to show us that Princesses could definitely rescue themselves and kick ass when necessary.  She was also a hell of a writer and had a great sense of humor.

Last night a shopping mall near my house became a Shop and Maul. Over 100 teens were involved in several fights throughout the mall.  Apparently similar incidents happened all over the country.

We lost a princess and several teens lost their minds.

No wonder all I want to remember is my dreams.


I may have misheard

Published December 26, 2016 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

My world generally amuses me. It confuses those around me because I think I see and hear things that others don’t. (Yes, this does concern me a bit. I don’t think I am actually hallucinating and as long as the house doesn’t start telling me to “Get Out!”, I should be ok.)

Recently I had a giggle fit in Target. I was shopping with my Amanda Friend and we were looking at Christmas ornaments. There were several cute animal ornaments and they were on sale. I looked at a jaunty rabbit in a scarf and sweater and I directed her attention to a dapper looking goat. She picked up one and asked me, befuddled,” A goat with his head slightly askew?”

For some reason this struck me as hilarious and I began to laugh so hard I couldn’t  stand up. Then I had the thought that maybe the goat was looking at something really interesting in the clearance aisle. Except I was laughing and couldn’t breathe and explain this.

Fortunately Amanda is very familiar with me and my humor  so she quietly reminded me that I needed to get cheese and we went to another aisle. I left with minimal bursts of laughter and gasps of “askew.”

Batman and I have been together for a little over six months now and he is gradually adjusting to my weird humor.  There are still moments where he doesn’t quite get me. I think he is wondering if my medication needs to be adjusted.

We watch a lot of TV and movies, as a between gigs actor and an exhausted teacher on a tight budget are wont to do. We seem to have found a happy middle ground between science fiction and true crime.

Several weeks ago I had dozed off while Batman was watching a movie called” Midnight Meat Train.” It starred Bradley Cooper and was, allegedly, a horror movie.  I do like horror movies and have no serious objections about Bradley Cooper. The part that I saw truly upset me. In it, Cooper had just rescued a woman from being menaced by group of urban youth. He asked the terrified woman as she huddled on the ground if she was ok. She, of course, said yes.

I immediately proclaimed my position on this situation. If I were in this situation, I would say, “F!!!@K No,Bradley Cooper! I’m not ok.  Take me to the hospital or the police station or at least buy me a drink! I think I’m in shock. I’m not ok! ”

I realize that probably ruined Batman’s enjoyment of the movie.  But it did give him a look into how I think, and he still likes me! I am beginning to feel a lot less dead inside and let the inner goof in me come out.  The other night I was lying limp with exhaustion from the second to last day of school before Christmas Break and Batman was telling me about a movie he wanted to see that had Christian Bale and a few other elses. Now he was telling me this from another room, and I could have sworn he said, “Christmas Potato Hoochie Wand.” Of course this made me laugh,chortle and guffaw to the point where I could do little else but roll from side to side.

Trying to explain this made me sound even crazier. He still was willing to give me the best Christmas Present ever. He cleaned my house. The entire house. Not just tidied, but hard clean.

Batman is truly a superhero.  Even the things I mishear from him are amazing.










Suitable for Children?

Published December 19, 2016 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

I have been incredibly busy, what with the daily show that is me trying to teach children who haven’t listened to me since Thanksgiving, and you know, the whole trying not to panic because America has clearly lost its collective mind, so I haven’t been able to write very much.

I did, however manage to get the novel Circumstance  edited and submitted to a contest being held by Macmillan publishing.

Let’s absorb that for a moment.

My novel is in the hands of people who at least have the ear of MacMillan publishing.

It blows my mind a bit.  The downside is that I can’t self-publish it until after the contest results have been announced, sometime next spring.  So now I can finish a few other projects including the Ann the Small, which is partially written, and my memoir, The Sound of Two Thighs Clapping. That one is also mostly finished.

I spend a lot of time trying to make sense of things as books and papers and sixth graders swirl around me, and as I have mentioned, I tend to be a blind dog in a meat locker in regards to projects.

I do feel a sense of panic to get things finished before . . .

I don’t know what comes after the before.  One of my panicky thoughts is to get my students exposed to the kind of information that will help them in the difficult months ahead. Why do I think the months ahead are going to be challenging?  Because in a month the new president will be in office and I truly believe that we, as a people, are going to be called on to look within ourselves to decide what is right  and what is  wrong. Yes, we should have been doing this all along, but has anyone actually been doing it?

Since my students seem to respond to the allegorical rather than the literal, I have been previewing a few documentaries that push forward my point that a few people can make a huge difference and have a lasting impact on the world.

I rewatched 50 Children: The Rescue Mission of Mr. and Mrs. Kraus.  This is an excellent documentary about two wealthy people from Philadelphia who saw the rising terror in Austria and Germany  and decided to do something about it.

At great risk to themselves and with a lot of obstacles thrown into their path by the government and other groups, the did something that most people wold have considered insane: they went into Nazi territory fully aware of what was happening to the Jews.

There is nothing in the film that is unsuitable, except it makes one wonder if they would be able to do the same, and it’s also heartbreaking to think that several of these children are the only surviving members of their families.

What I am hoping that they get out of it is that it is possible to have a positive impact in the face of world wide negativity.

If it’s at all suitable.