Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Monday, October 31, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Why did you start this blog 3 years ago? Huh?
I can't believe all that time has already passed. I just started my fourth year of college three days ago. Completely crazy.
Right now I am sitting with two of my best friends that I didn't know three years ago. That I didn't know two years ago.
I'm listening to Bruce's The River (Independence Day). Something I had never listened to when this blog started oh so long ago.
Gosh... I'm getting too nostalgic. I'm only 21... so why do I feel so old?
Better question... Why the fuck do I think I even have a clue as to what life is? I'm only 21. But yet... I am 21. There's something in there... somewhere... to take pride in and be hopeful for the future that is yet to come.
And well look, there you have it... me looking back toward the future. The very place this blog started looking at when it was created oh so long ago in the past.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Originally written on Monday, March 1, 2010 at 12:15am
when you come to a fork in the road which side do you take
how can you every be sure of the right choice you make
you'll never find out when, you'll never find out how, cause you won't find out what to do right now
you wish it would explode like a cannon's blast going POW!
or the waking call of the neighbors dog saying "Bow-WOW!
but that's not going to happen, cause it won't happen here
so you stand there looking, peaking, prying, and weeping, wishing it where clear
you cannot see down the roads and what they hold
you may just have to be like Jason and be bold
start your quest for that golden fleece and do not be slowed
take the first step, down one broken road
and if it is not what you want it to hold
turn back and BEHOLD the one you forgot is made of gold
golden bricks with a tinge of yellow
so do not be melancholy or mellow
and do not ever think to call yourself yellow
you can find the fork again
there is still more you can win
because the forks diverge into another
until you are standing there looking down at the other
the other road not taken, the one they say is forsaken
but you know better, you know what comes with risk
it is not the foreboding tsk-tsk-tsk
but the ever-present sensation that will whisk
you away to a place you've been searching for
one that if people had opened their eyes they could adore
a land most magical, free of frigidness and fright
a place where when the lights go off it is never night
it is there where excite meets delight meets the polite recite of "everything's going to be alright"
it is the fork in the road, the one that you choose
the one you must hold onto with everything and never lose
because when you lose it it's gone and will never return
no matter how long the hours you yearn
it will not come back, so hold onto it tight
and then one day you will see the light
even though it may be slight it will guide you through the ways of right
and wrong, and up and down, and black and white
and you will see that it is none of that, but shades of gray
much to your dismay, people will say "it is just the way"
the way that things stay, but for you, you betray
the current train of thought and question the ones who say "it's this way"
cause you are the one who found the fork in the road and took the first stride
and you did it with pride, you now have the ability to look inside
and see the world for what it really is, but where will you preside?
will you change it?
or will you embrace it?
will you make a difference?
or live in indifference?
will you inspire others to aspire?
or will you aspire to inspire others?
which side will you choose?
cause once again you've reached that fork in the road
you better make a decision before you erode.
Friday, July 8, 2011
So my question is... who are the rest of you?
Why did you decide to click the little button to follow my thoughts around?
Tell me about yourselves. There's a place for comments right below.
So... Who are you?
Tell me a story.
So fucking restless.
Summer day consisted of double pack of cinnamon role oatmeal for breakfast. Watched Lost in Translation. Wished I was acting. Wanted to watch another film. Watched Inside the Actor's Studio: Al Pacino. Fantasied about the Actor's Studio. Ate can of ranch beans for lunch while reading my finance book. Napped. Called my mother. Called my grandmother. Left her a message wishing her a happy 85th birthday because she wasn't there. Probably was out playing BINGO. Read more finance. Watched movie trailers (that I had already seen). Looked up tickets for Broadway shows (that I've already looked up). Looked up plane tickets for New York (which I had also already looked up). Texted my sister. Caught up on emailing people back (two people). Brought the trashcans in from the street. Started boiling a pot of water for angel hair pasta, half a pack (to have leftovers). Started typing this.
I need a change. Something new.
My water's boiling.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Although summer entails an online finance class (oh yeah, that's right I'm still a business major) and washing windows for money on campus AND lots of fun fun fun with friends. Cannot forget that. Only one more year left here.
Oh, and also many more writing and acting projects. That would be nice.
So this is my post getting me back into the swing of summer. Hope it's a good one (summer that is... this is a shit post).
Listening to Edward Sharp & the Magnetic Zeros right now... already a good start.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
My character in The Shadow Box is named Brian and he is a dying patient at a hospice care facility. In a scene he speaks of the work he has been writing. Although most of it is said to be quite bad, it is not revealed in the play exactly how bad or possibly good the writing is.
So, it terms of "method acting" I wrote one of the poems he references in the play, which is described as "an epic investigation of the Firth of Forth Bridge."
Here is what I came up with, perhaps there is some redeeming quality in it:
Oh! Where am I going
with these feet that take me?
Across this steel expanse
marveling over the sea
"It is the Firth of Forth"
I hear a voice say.
How did I get here
Why am I this way?
How are you still standing
oh bridge of mine?
How did they fix you
I want to be fixed, I really do
What is that bright light coming at me, so true?
I know it seems quite "out there" to write a poem about something that is only referenced in the play, but Brian wrote a poem about the Forth Bridge, so I figured I better do the same if I wanted to have any shot at capturing his character. This poem won't be read in the scene, and the paper it is on will only be briefly shown but it is the invisible work you have to do. Acting is an iceberg, only 10% of what you do is shown to the audience, the rest is underneath the surface. And that which is underneath the surface is what sinks all the ships.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
The last three years I have spent the midnight of my birthday with three different groups of people. Not a single person has overlapped the years. Take that as you want.
I have gained a lot of eye opening perspective in the last couple days leading up to my birthday. This whole "turning 21" thing has changed me and I know it really shouldn't, I really shouldn't feel any different because what's the difference between 7,664 days and 7,665 days? But I have changed, I do feel different.
I'm being more open. That's the difference. I'm saying "yes." That's the difference.
Want to go check out an abandoned insane asylum? Sure.
Want to go on this bike ride to somewhere you've never been and see whatever is around that bend in the road up there? Yep.
Want to go downtown for your birthday and hit up all the bars and get free drinks? I guess so.
Want to watch a sad sad documentary about life and love on your 21st birthday? Why not.
Live life. Live your fucking life. Say what you want to say. Love who you want to love. Do what you want to do. Be who you are. You know who you are. Don't let anyone tell you anything differently. So live. It shouldn't be that hard, yet it somehow always seems to be.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Today I got a couple characters: Brian from "The Shadow Box" and Torvald Helmer from "A Doll's House."
Now that's what I'm talking about.
It's good to be working again.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Life changing events in my Acting Methods class...
A Shakespeare piece in Voice and Diction...
Seeing Black Swan...
And then meeting Eddie Jemison at Farmer's Market who told me to "get out" of acting.
Remember this day. Four positive things happened.