tuesday october 23

today i sat for an hour in a booth in the ucc for 'purple shorts,' western's festival of one-act plays in which i'm participating. the goal of the booth-sitters was to inform inquisitive passersby about the event, but i was unsure exactly what to do if someone stopped briefly, checked out the poster, didn't say anything, then kept walking. this uncertainty nearly prompted me to ask: "like what you see?" to one passerby who studied the poster for a particularly long time.