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Happy 91 Years, "Titanic!" written @ 6:20 PM on April 15, 2003 Today is the 91st anniversary of the "Titanic" sinking. As I cannot burn candles in the dorm, or engage in any peculiar behavior beyond my usual zeal (I've been monopolizing the dorm's dry erase board and filling it with facts and timelines all week, which is enough in the general opinion of the girls on the floor), I have to result to more traditional means: telling everyone I know and listening to the movie soundtrack over and over and over and over... Some things never quite go down and die, even if the ship and its passengers do. Last I heard, there were two survivors left, but I may be wrong about that. Walter Lord, author of "A Night to Remember" died a year or two ago, and that was quite sad. This morning, as they do every year, the International Ice Patrol cast a wreath over the disaster area. And so the "Titanic" sits on the ocean floor today, patiently wasting away as the microorganisms eat her out of steel and rust. They are discovering never-before-documented living organisms growing on the lonely horse hair couches in the debris field and canvas mail bags in the old cargo hold. A single chandelier dangles with a sea fan in the ocean currents over the Grand Staircase, never to be lit again. Eel-like creatures prowl through the collapsed engine and boiler rooms of the stern. The Grand Promenade gently fades; very little wood on the ship remains and has long disintegrated. And the bones? The sea water sucked out all the calcium and marrow long, long ago. A deck chair sits folded in the debris field. A sink from a second class cabin. Plates, tea cups, soup bowls. Only memories of swinging doors, smoking stacks, and the clinking of dinnerware remain. They say that in less that twenty years the wreck will collapse and fold in on itself, a far cry of the majestic structure it once was. A pile of rust washing away on the ocean floor is the "Titanic's" destiny. Any attempt to raise it is unrealistic, although many have entertained the idea. But such is the way of the world now. Happy 91 years, "Titanic!" *** Worked like a dog in the scene shop today. I am exhausted. I finished spackling the facade unit for the Pieta for "Three Girls, Four Seasons." That took most of the time. But then I tried to finish some painting on "The Bandmaster" set; I'm finished burlapping there, the only thing left to do is paint the ground surface, the facing, and the ground rail. I don't believe I have much more to do on the set for "Too Good to Say Goodbye." Just have to stain some of the bookcases, and that doesn't take long. I am up to my arms in paint. I am tired; if I could sleep for the next two thousand years, I would. My fingers are cut and scarred, I'm full of splinters, I'm under the gun of a deadline, and stage managing "Three Girls" is killing me... But I can think of no other place in the world I'd rather be.
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