Tuesday, November 13, 2007
I don't often update this blog, for reasons which I am unawares...regardless, a creative outpouring of mine will often manifest itself over on The Hayworth's 'blog: The Propaganda Pipeline (http://thehayworth.blogspot.com). Blogger is being retarded right now and not letting me create posts with the fancy interface, thus, no linkage.
I have recently posted on his troubles with MRSA, a medically resistant form of the staph bacteria. It's a three part series that has brought great joy to my life. Indeed, the Empire is a glorious creation for which I often receive awkward glances. Some people have a terribly difficult time wrapping their heads around the fact that I help run an intergalactic empire. I don't know why.
Either way, here are links to the three part series:
Thursday, November 08, 2007
The past few months have been interesting, exciting, terrifying, liberating, joyful, and many other, mostly positive, adjectives.
I've been in the theatre non-stop since July 1. Well, I took two weeks off there in August, but otherwise, it's been go, go, go. I'm closing up a run of Euripides's' "Trojan Women" at Meredith College right now. My sentiments surrounding the show are mixed, indeed. If you've seen the show, or if not, grab a hold of me offline for interesting conversation.
I have a new girlfriend. Too soon, you ask? No, I respond. Just right. I've recently been accused of being a serial monogamist. Well, not accused, but inquired as to whether I was or not. So, adopting the title was a choice I made. I am. I like it. New GF is named Melissa (aka Melly Mel) and she's pretty awesome. She's not perfect. None are nor ever will be. However, I take great joy in all of who she is and hopes to be, even if all those things scare me a bit. She's an actress/dancer, in that order, and this leads us to find rather creative means of spending time together and also to exchanging intelligent conversation over tea and quinoa. She's a crafty one, too. I don't mean she does crafts. I mean she's sneaky and sly, but not in a deceptive way. She has her wits well about her and helps me find perspective - often different ones at that. And she's absolutely gorgeous, but I'm sure you knew that.
I have a roommate these days, as well. The Emperor has taken up shop on my living room floor. I'm always glad to help a friend in need and his company has yet to be in any way a nuisance. We've actually decided to found Empire HQ just down the road a bit in a two-bedroom apartment. We'll let you know when HQ is up and running for public tours.
Autumn is here. She flew in late and sudden and I've been rather chilly ever since - especially my toes. Circulation issues, perhaps...I'm endeavoring to leave the heat off this Winter, however I worry that the apt. may be too poorly insulated for such lofty goals. Also, the sun is hidden by trees, even though I have two eastward facing windows, so She offers little heat during the day.
If you've not read The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron, you're doing yourself a great disservice. This book is changing my life. I'm reading it after recently finishing another life altering book entitled The Intent to Live by Larry Moss. If you are an actor reading this 'blog, you owe it to yourself to buy, read, and study Mr. Moss's lessons.
Plans have been made and steps have been taken to take the plunge into the great unknown that is New York City. Mixed emotions about this as well. I'm not there yet, but I long to be. There is a great passion within me for this thing I do called acting and the artist within me is screaming at me many things - mostly dreams. I suppose there are two choices here: listen or ignore. Today, I choose to listen, give in to passion, and dare to follow dreams.
Heard on NPR: In life we have to make terrifying choices or else we will die a slow death.
I'm too young to start dying.
Monday, August 13, 2007
The day is ours!
Thursday, August 09, 2007
I’m going to see the Allman Brother’s Band in concert this weekend with my step-father and I am extremely excited. Concert starts at five, so there will be many hours of blues to be enjoyed.
Gretchen was in town recently and we had swell fun. First there was an ARG reunion at Carraba’s in Apex, and then her, Greg (recently returned to us form the Appalachian Trail), and Luke came and enjoyed some of Ryan’s Risotto and wine. Quite tasty.
My sister and my mother came up just about a week ago to hang out and see the show. We randomly went to Chapel Hill to check out the Aveda Institute there. My sister had been planning on attending the Aveda Institute in Charlotte, however, plans change sometimes and now my sister may be going to school in Chapel Hill. Uh oh, two Nazionale’s in the Triangle. This is trouble.
While they were here, Jazz started bleeding everywhere. That was an adventure. She’s fine and hasn’t been to the vet because that would be too expensive. But, she’s fine.
I got the new White Stripes and it’s amazing. Why aren’t you listening to it right now?
Have you seen The Fountain yet? No, go watch it. Now. Right right now. You’ll thank me.
In my plight to consume 3500 calories a day, I start my day with this tasty smoothie. On Sundays I make enough to last the entire week. You should, too. Recipe:
Ryan’s Breakfast Smoothie:
1 cup Organic, Non-fat, Plain Yogurt
1/3 cup Flaxseed
1 cup Granola
3 oz Blueberries
8 oz Strawberries
2 large Bananas
In blender, add, in order, yogurt, flaxseed, granola. Set blender on high (mine says “liquefy”) and blend well. Add Blueberries, Strawberries, and bananas and blend well (this step may require using a tool such as a spoon or knife to encourage the fruit to blend). Makes about 4 cups.
Nutritional Information (taken from www.caloriecount.com )
Serving Size: 1 cup
If you want to super-charge it, add a scoop or two of Whey protein to significantly increase calories and protein (to about 500 and 25 respectively). For variety, switch out fruit with raspberries, blackberries, currants, pineapple, mango, kiwi etc. and try different kinds of granola from the bulk food section of your grocery store. IMPORTANT NOTE: this may take som getting use to - a period of adjustment per se - 14g of fiber is 6g shy of your daily recommended allowance and it will probably take about a week for your body to be able to handle that. You've been warned.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Early morning helping some friends move into a much larger apartment. That was some back-breakin' work, but it felt good.
I came home, had beer, and watched The Fountain. Have you seen this? Why not? Run, do not walk, to the nearest distributor of movies and rent it. If you're feeling rather whippy, buy it. You won't regret it. It's Sci-Fi, but don't let that scare you. It's beautiful. Hugh Jackman is amazing. This movie is an emotional ride about love, life and death.
"No matter how good CGI looks at first, it dates quickly," [Darren Aronofsky] says. "But 2001 really holds up. So I set the ridiculous goal of making a film that would reinvent space without using CGI."
Of the five movies nominated for Best Picture last year, I have seen all of them save The Queen. This movie is better than all of them. It was totally snobbed by the Academy. Brad Pitt made his Troy and it was absolute trash and that proves he's a moron. This movie probably just broke into my top five all time.
Why aren't you watching this movie right now?
Monday, June 25, 2007
Do you like cheese? I do. I avoid milk, and often cheese as well. However, no one's hear and I have some colby jack cheese and some Fire Roasted Tomato and Olive Oil Triscuits. Do I dare? Do I? Indeed, I dare. Indeed.
I wanted to post a video in this post to make it more "multi-media-ed," if you will. Here's a video that Egm and Sean Cross showed me on their recent visit to Raleigh.
They came and showed me their baby and put it my lap and I was afraid I might break it. But she is beautiful to behold. See how did that with the looking and the holding in the same sentence? We had tea and went out for sushi. I had a fantastic time.
I signed up for Facebook this week. It's kind weird, I know, but you'll adjust. It's called social networking and it's how people communicate in the 21st Century. By no means am I encouraging you to open a Facebook account. However, in the event that you do, you may end up being my friend -- as if you weren't my friend now (you can even have varying degrees of friendliness with others on this Facebook). After becoming my friend (again, officially(?)) you may look at my profile page and you might even read it. If you did that, then you will more than likely, at some point, read, "Relationship Status: Single." It's true.
There's that then.
I saw Million Dollar Baby and it was a good movie. It wasn't great, Hillary Swank was nothing spectacular. Greg said that the movie set you up, I think I kinda disagree, particularly because he's not here to defend himself. Clint Eastwood was great but that was a given. Good story. Good script. Best Director? Good Director. I don't know. A worthy film to watch.
Take all your problems and rip 'em apart
O, o, a-oh, o
Carry them off in a shopping cart
O, o, a-oh, o
Another thing you should've known from the start
O, o, a-oh, o
The problems in hand are lighter than at heart
O, o, a-oh, o
Be like the squirrel, girl be like the squirrel
O, o, a-oh, o
Give it a whirl, girl be like the squirrel
O, o, a-oh, o
Be like the squirrel, be like the squirrel
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Life has been pretty crazy. I just got back from a week's vacation to Columbia, SC to Asheville, back to Columbia then to Uwharrie, NC and finally back to Raleigh. I had a great time on the road. Jazz came along. We went to Uwharrie to spend four days and three nights in the woods of the Uwharrie National Forest. It was pretty awesome. I think Jazz was under the impression that we would be moving to the woods. Now that we're back here in Raleigh, I think she's quite happy to be back with her (my) big bed and familiar smells of home.
I recently watched Letter from Iwo Jima and that was a pretty freakin' good movie. Best Picture Nominee for a reason: Clint Eastwood is an effing genius. So, I'm watching this movie right, and they're all making battle plans to defend the island against the United States, right, and there's this point in the movie, after they talk about some of these characters lives and histories, and I said to myself, not audibly, "Man, I hope they can pull this off. What?! Wait! I'm on America's team!" That was the moment I realized I was watching a true work of art. A very well made film, go see it.
I start work with Hot Summer Nights at the Kennedy on July 9th for a seriously intense two week rehearsal. We don't actually get into the actual space until about two days before tech, either. I have got to start learning my lines...
Sean and Egm and Hazel-nuts are here in the capitol, I need to call them.
Well, there it is, a brief and, hopefully, poignant update on my status in life. Was it good for you?
Saturday, April 28, 2007
"Know, O warlike kings," said Emeth, " and you, O ladies whose beauty illuminates the universe, that I am Emeth, the seventh son of Harpa Tarkaan of the city of Tehishbaan, Westward beyond the desert. I came lately into Narnia with nine and twenty others under the command of Rishda Tarkaan. Now when I first heard that we should march upon Narnia I rejoiced; for I had heard many things of your Land and desired greatly to meet you in battle. But when I found that we were to go in disguised as merchants (which is a shameful dress for a warrior and the son of a Tarkaan) and to work by lies and trickery, then my joy departed from me. And most of all when I found we must wait upon a Monkey and when it began to be said that Tash and Aslan were one, then the world became dark in my eyes. For always since I was a boy I have served Tash and my great desire was to know more of him, if it might be, to look upon his face. But the name of Aslan was hateful to me.
"And, as you have seen, we were called together outside the straw-roofed hovel, night after night, and the fire was kindled, and the Ape brought forth out of the hovel something upon four legs that I could not well see. And the people and the Beasts bowed down and did honor to it. But I thought, the Tarkaan is deceived by the Ape: for this thing that comes out of the stable is neither Tash nor any other god. But when I watched the Tarkaan's face, and marked every word that he said to the Monkey, then I changed my mind: for I saw that the Tarkaan did not believe in it himself. And then I understood that he did not believe in Tash at all: for if he had, how could he dare to mock him?
"When I understood this, a great rage fell upon me and I wondered that the true Tash did not strike down both the Monkey and the Tarkaan with fire from heaven. Nevertheless I hid my anger and held my tongue and waited to see how it would end. But last night, as some of you know, the Monkey brought not forth the yellow thing but said that all who desired to look upon Tashlan -- for so they mixed the two words to pretend that they were all one -- must pass one by one into the hovel. And I said to myself, Doubtless this is some other deception. But when the Cat had followed in and had come out again in a madness of terror, then I said to myself, Surely the true Tash, whom they called on without knowledge or belief, has now come among us, and will avenge himself. And though my heart was turned into water inside me because of the greatness and terror of Tash, yet my desire was stronger than my fear, and I put force upon my knees to stay them from trembling, and on my teeth that they should not chatter, and resolved to look upon the face of Tash though he should slay me. So I offered myself to go into the hovel; and the Tarkaan, though unwillingly, let me go.
"As soon as I had gone in at the door, the first wonder was that I found myself in this great sunlight (as we all are now) though the inside of the hovel had looked dark from outside. But I had no time to marvel at this, for immediately I was forced to fight for my head against one of our own men. As soon as I saw him I understood that the Monkey and the Tarkaan had set him there to slay any who came in if he were not in their secrets: so that this man also was a liar and a mocker and no true servant of Tash. I had the better will to fight him; and having slain the villain, I cast him out behind me through the door.
"Then I looked about me and saw the sky and the wide lands and smelled the sweetness. And I said, By the Gods, this is a pleasant place: it may be that I am come into the country of Tash. And I began to journey into the strange country and to seek him.
"So I went over much grass and many flowers and among all kinds of wholesome and delectable trees till lo! in a narrow place between two rocks there came to meet me a great Lion. The speed of him was like the ostrich, and his size was an elephant's; his hair was like pure gold and the brightness of his eyes like gold that is liquid in the furnace. He was more terrible than the flaming furnace. He was more terrible than the Flaming Mountain of Lagour, and in beauty he surpassed all that is in the world even as the rose in bloom surpasses the dust of the desert. Then I fell at his feet and thought, Surely this is the hour of death, for the Lion (who is worthy of all honor) will know that I have served Tash all my days and not him. Nevertheless, it is better to see the Lion and die that to be Tisroc of the world and live and not to have seen him. But the Glorious One bent down his golden head and touched my forehead with his tongue and said, Son, thou art welcome. But I said, Alas, Lord, I am no son of thine but the servant of Tash. He answered, Child, all the service thou hast done to Tash, I account as service done to me. Then by reasons of my great desire for wisdom and understanding, I overcame my fear and questioned the Glorious One and said, Lord, is it true, as the Ape said, that thou and Tash are one? The Lion growled so that the earth shook (but his wrath was not against me) and said, It is false. Not because he and I are one, but because we are opposites, I take to me the services which thou hast done to him. For I and he are of such different kinds that no service which is vile can be done to me, and none which is not vile can be done to him. Therefore if any man swear by Tash and keep his oath for the oath's sake, it is by me that he has truly sworn, though he know it not, and it is I who reward him. And if any man do a cruelty in my name, then, though he says the name Aslan, it is Tash whom he serves and by Tash his deed is accepted. Dost thou understand, Child? I said, Lord, thou knowest how much I understand. But I said also (for the truth constrained me), Yet I have been seeking Tash all my days. Beloved, said the Glorious One, unless thy desire had been for me thou wouldst not have sought so long and so truly. For all find what they truly seek.
"Then he breathed upon me and took away the trembling from my limbs and caused me to stand upon my feet. And after that, he said not much but that we should meet again, and I must go further up and further in. Then he turned him about in a storm and flurry of gold and was gone suddenly.
"And since then, O kings and Ladies, I have been wandering to find him and my happiness is so great that it even weakens me like a wound. And this is the marvel of marvels, that he called me Beloved, me who am but as a dog --"
I'm gonna number these for discussion referencing.
- So, recently I was talking about Gregg, The Rockel and I eating breakfast together and we are discussing some Christian Existentialism over omelets. It was great. One of the things we talked about was what happens to people in remote parts of the world who have no opportunity to hear the Gospel? Do they go to Hell?
- A few weeks ago, Gregg and I were discussing how precisely we could describe our personal religious beliefs. One of the problems we had during the conversation was what about people of other religions? Do they get in to heaven?
- Then there were questions as to the nature of God's mercy, justice, jealousy, vengeance, wrath and love. For, as I understand, we serve a God of all these things.
- Then, Gregg showed me this passage the other night whilst waiting on The Custer to arrive in the Triangle from the University of Florida. Wasn't Tash the Devil in The Chronicles? How much do you think the words of C. S. Lewis apply to other religions like Judaeism, Islam, Buddhism, Zoroastrianism?
- If you've read The Great Divorce, Emeth's description of the journey he takes once inside the hovel is in line with Lewis's major portrayal of heaven so we know what he's talking about: going before God and saying I followed someone else and God saying "Meh, you were wrong, it was me the whole time. Yup, in ya go."
- Dante won't go this far. He puts the virtuous pagans in Limbo which is described very much like Elysian Fields in which the souls aren't tortured, just grievous. The are saddened by the knowledge of the fact that they must serve eternity so far separated from God with no hope for reconciliation.
- Lewis goes WAY past that and says that as long as you believed something "for the oath's sake" then you get a free pass. If this is true, then what's the point of the Gospel, "The only way to the father," and all that business?
Monday, April 23, 2007
What a fantastic weekend it was. Friday I rolled out to the Creek to see Campbell's production of Scapin and it was a lot of fun. I knew many cast members and they all were stellar. After the show, Jason aka "Monkey," Greg, and I rolled over to the Custer's house where we chatted over tea. Monkey did not have tea. He had beer. And a cut above his eye, but that's another story. Zach was at the show, too, with his mom and the Custer's mom. I was high on nostalgia.
Saturday there was a wedding and I looked like a total pimp in all black, except for a few pinstripes.
The tie was courteous of an ever forgetful Rockel. I managed to sneak out of the extremely nice reception to go meet up with friends to commence the carousing. Seriously though, best reception ever. A vegetarian smorgasbord. Apparently the "in" thing right now is mashed potato bars. This is the third wedding I've been to with one. It was actually held at the Exploris Museum and they are doing a Sharks-3d IMAX movie that I really think I'm gonna go see.
After the reception, it was to the Tir Na Nog to meet up with the The Rockel, Greg, The Hayworth and his wife, Noelle. I was complimented on my hat by an authentic Irish person and enjoyed a glass of The Balvenie, one of my favorite scotches. We left there, got lost, and finally found ourselves at The Raleigh Times. That's when things get a little fuzzy. There were reports that the cab driver may have been a bit androgynous and I may have really embarrassed myself.
After waking up with my brain rattling all about my skull, I slammed a cup of tea and loaded up The Rockel and The Turmel into the Ghetto Glider and wheeled us over to The Farmer's Market Restaurant for a healthy, rounded, hangover-curing breakfast with plenty of water, coffee, and carbs. We discussed Christian Existentialism and came to no real conclusions. If you believe in an a priori morality, chew on this.
After wandering through aisles of fresh herbs and munching on free strawberries we parted ways. The Rockel and I rushed over to the house to start the chili before running back out to catch what was to be a free trip to the theatre where we could see a sword fight with a dragon, but when we got there, we were denied entrance from the very person who promised to sneak us in the back. They shall remain anonymous. Instead, we sat in the rose garden and debated other things we could do. Instead just went home, but not before stopping to look at the only rose in the garden.
Then we prepared a feast for the gods!
It was marvelous. Skewers of grouper, shrimp, pineapple, red & orange & green peppers, onions, and mushrooms.
Then grilled with a bit of hickory on the coals.
Let me tell you....MMMH! Ate that! With fresh homemade bread from Greg who brought Tow. Played a silly game called "Compatibility" which ended up being fun and then it was bedtime.
Is it Friday yet? I need a vacation from my weekend...
In case you've been living under a rock. I kind of kidnapped the Propaganda Pipeline.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
This is Penelope Cruz. Not only is she a total babe, but she is actually a pretty good actress. She does pretty awesome in this movie, but Oscar nod? I don't know. There was that scene, like there is always "that scene" where you just know that this is the moment that can really set you apart and I just thought it was lacking. If you see/have seen it we can discuss. This movie is totally twisted and morbid, but also funny and heart-warming. Dark comedy? I think so.
The Netflix r0x0r5 my b0x0r5
The Rockel is moving soon and I'm going to be planning a party for it. There will be an e-vite and if you want one, you should let me know. We haven't made a list, yet, will you be on it? There will be beer, grilling, and an all around good time. There will be seafood. There will not be cow, or pork, or poultry, or lamb, or various and sundry other meats because they have feelings and everyone knows that fish don't have feelings.
Easter was a good time, too. I managed to make it back home to Columbia for a weekend and party a bit for some birthday's and also take some family pictures which, believe it or not, came out really good. My family is way hot. I'm not boasting, I'm just saying that, y'know, if you're jealous, I understand. If I wasn't in my family I would be jealous, too.
This weekend marks the opening of Campbell University's newest theatrical production. Scapin which features Luke Custer, Jeff Enoch, and Monkey. You should go. I know I am.
Speaking of theatre, I've been cast in a show for Hot Summer Nights at the Kennedy. I'll be performing in Wait Until Dark which was a broadway show before it was turned into a movie starring Audrey Hepburn and Alan Arkin in which she was nominated for an Academy Award. I'll be Sgt. Carlino, the crooked Italian cop who cons the blind protagonist into thinking he's her friend. I got type-casted. Am I upset? No. I love being Italian.
Next weekend, I think I'll go see Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolfe starring Ira David Wood III and Lynda Clark at Theatre in the Park. Anyone want to accompany me?
There are more things I could put here. Things like: Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance is a really good book but so pretentious that I have a tough time wanting to continue, The Hayworth moved, the Custer filmed, the dog is deaf, and the sky is on fire. But, I won't put those things here. Maybe somewhere else....but where?
Sunday, April 01, 2007
I love grilling. Do you have a grill? Does it use charcoal? Then you may be familiar with just the type of love I speak. Something about putting food over fire whilst holding a beer that just elates me inside. Of course, when grilling, elation is not an acceptable outward emotion for one to have. Externally, one is to be stoic and stolid, internally, well...that's your own business, and that's all part of the universal unwritten grill code. But that is all the secrets I shall share with you for now. If you'd like to know more about the secrets of the grill, see me at home. Bring fish.
Right now a song by Presidents of the United States of America just came up on iTunes shuffle. I've never heard it but it goes a little like this: "Everybody wants to be naked and famous." Hmm.........Do I? Really?
Since I got Netflix, my life has become much richer. Well, not financially richer, because they're sucking about $20/month out of my bank account, but that's because I love their service enough to make the donation. If you don't have Netflix, you're really missing out on life. I've seen over a dozen movies with it already including 2001: A Space Odyssey for the very first time. Yea, that's a weird movie. I think someone should tell me what they thought of it. What did it mean? And what's with the space fetus?
In the event that anyone reading this wasn't already awares, I love tea. I do. It's one of the most amazing things on the planet. Today, I've consumed three cups, all from different countries. First, I had Tulsi Green Tea, which is from India. Tulsi is also known as Holy Basil and is used in Ayurvedic medicine for the treatment of headaches, stomach aches, heart disease, and various poisons. It's also a COX-2 inhibitor which means it's a good pain killer. Later, I had a cup of Vanilla Comoro which contains black tea from China. And only moments ago I finished a tasty cup of Rooibus Almond which is one of the most fantastic teas I've ever had the pleasure of sipping. Rooibus is the Afrikaans word for Red Bush and is actually a legume. If you have yet to discover the wonderful world of tea (apart from Lipton, which totally doesn't count) I highly encourage you to rush out and do so. You can thank me by inviting me over for tea.
Well, Papa John just arrived with a tasty Pineapple, Mushroom, Banana Pepper pizza for me to eat. That is what I'm going to do now. Between now and then, with then being some indeterminate time in the future when I shall update Ye Ol' Ego again, I'd just like to say,
"don't drive off the freeway."
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
The King is dead
Long live the King.
So, that was fun, and I got paid. At the end there I started to get a bit sick with this upper-respiratory thing. By then end of the final performance, I could hardly speak. It was a feat just making it through the show without breaking into pitch variances akin to pubescent boys. This becomes particularly worrisome when considering the fact that I have an audition Sunday night for Raleigh's Kennedy Theatre's Hot Summer Nights season. This is six shows I'm auditioning for at once! Well...one of them is precast...and I think two are musicals...but still, three shows at once! I desperately need my voice to be in speaking condition. Worrying about some kind of critical failure of the vocal chords, I hurried down to the Whole Foods to do some grocery shopping. This is a routine trip that I take each weekend, but this time, there was added purpose. I had to put to use the exhaustive knowledge of all things tea to dire use. I must contrive a concoction so therapeutic to the throat that I could sing Pavorotti by 5:30 -- that is, if I had the talent to sing Pavorotti (which I don't but if I did it would still be moot because I wasn't auditioning for the musicals...but with a voice like Pavi.....). I stood listening to the Norah on the iPod. It was a wet and dreary day and whenever that happens it's oversized sweaters and Norah Jones for me. I stared up at a whole wall of herbs and spices that actually stared back and said, "Yea, we're legal." This audacious exchange served to steel my resolve and charged me to action. Cardamom, cloves, black pepper, rosemary. Back to produce: lemon, and ginger root. I hurried home and in minutes I successfuly placed into the teapot a nice mound of shaved ginger, precisely ten caramom pods - split open - half a tablespoon of cloves and rosemary, and just a touch of fresh-ground black pepper. I proceeded to squeeze one slice of lemon into my teacup and plunked the extinguished rind and flesh into the teapot just in time to hear the kettle whistle. Five minutes later a delifer-iciousness teasane concoction of epic proportions was wilting half a tablespoon of honey from a silver spoon and filling my cup with its healing tastiness. The next fifteen minutes were pure rapture.
My throat felt great for the audition, but my condition has deteriorated since. I'm back on the upswing of the illness so I hope to be well by this weekend. That's when Tracie and I take a magical trip out to Asheville to stay at a little Bed and Breakfast. It's a late Valentine's since I had King Lear for the last two months.
I'm working my way through Poe's short stories right now and it's very fun. It was the complete works of Poe or the complete works of Oscar Wilde and I went with Poe. I'm just a depressing guy I guess.
Well, it's time for Nyquil. That stuff is sooooo tasty, especially when you're talking double dose.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Sunday, February 11, 2007
King Lear opens Wednesday Feb. 14th. Details Follow:
Wednesday Feb. 14, 7:30, Preview - Pay What You Can
Thursday Feb. 15, 7:30, Preview - Pay What You Can
Friday Feb. 16, 7:30, Opening - $15.00
Saturday Feb. 17, 7:30, Performance - $15.00
Monday Feb. 19, 7:30, Performance - $15.00
Tuesday Feb. 20, 7:30, Performance - $15.00
Wednesday Feb. 21, 7:30, Performance - $15.00
Thursday Feb. 22, 7:30, Performance - $15.00
Friday Feb. 23, 7:30, Performance - $15.00
Saturday Feb. 24, 7:30, Performance - $15.00
Campbell Alumni Involved:
Andy Hayworth as The Best Stage Manager Ever in the History of Ever
Jeremy Allen as Super Save-the-Day Sound Guy
Greg Turmel as The Only Male Knight
Ryan Nazionale as Duke Albany
It's a very very cool interpretation. Shorter than the actual script (lots and lots of cuts) but the important stuff is all in their. Shakespeare was really long-winded. I don't know why he thought people would actually want to read never mind watch 4-5 hours of some loony king and his loonier (blood-thirsty) daughters.
On a completely unrelated note, I grow increasingly bitter over the bottled water craze that has continued to sweep rich, developed nations. We pay more for a gallon of water than we do for a gallon of gas. When will a water commodity market open? There is no shortage of water, yet we pay top dollar for it. Crap like Fiji that is "harvested" on an island, shipped by huge boats to neighboring islands to be bottled and then transported across the effing PACIFIC OCEAN!! to snobby Americans who think that for some reason tap water is bad for you?!?! wtf... You know how much pollution is created from you wanting water from effing FIJI?! Throw me a bone. On top of that, plastic breaks down. That bottled water has all kinds of carcinogens in it now that some of the plastic has broken down and infiltrated your water. But it's so tasty cuz it came all the way from a tiny Pacific island thousands of miles away. You know fluoride is necessary for good dental health? You think Dasani puts fluoride in their water? If people are so skeptical of the water that comes out of their taps then why don't they petition their local governments to increase the standards for tap water and then enforce those standards? I'll tell you why, because that would be too easy. They'd rather be all like, "Hey, I pay taxes for this water, but I'll spend $6.99 of my own disposable income on a six-pack of water from the grocery store. This way I can pay for my water twice, get cancer, and continue to let my elected official do the really important stuff like blow coke off a hooker's ass." I love people. Buy a water filter and do it yourself. omfg....
And because I'm a link whore, here's a couple of the coolest things I've found online in the recent past:
Post Secret - One of the most breath-taking websites I have ever seen. So simple and so moving.
Found Magazine - Remember that random note you found on the sidewalk outside the grocery store? Send it here. Then read other people's intriguing finds.
Reddit.com - In case you didn't see it over there on the sidebar or read about it on a fellow blogger's page, this is my favorite website. I waste many hours here. My profile: Th3_C0bra. As if you couldn't guess.
100 is nigh.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Stop watching this stupid effing show.
Yes, you, I'm talking directly to you. This show is stupid. The concept was kinda cool season one. Now, it's stupid. In case you didn't know, that's S-T-U-P-I-D. That would be an adjective meaning tedious, foolish, characterized or proceeding from mental dullness, annoying or irritating.
It's also propaganda.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
The Rockel was in town this weekend and accompanied me to the show. Actually, we ushered, which allowed us to see the show for free. There are not many better things than free theatre. The LeTrent was in the show and did a fine job -- as was to be expected. Following the show, The Rockel, The Hayworth, The Cathey, and The Nazi all went out on the town. After causing a small, yet quite absurdish scene at a local, upscale Italian restaurant, we moseyed down the block to the 42nd Street Oyster Bar: one of my favorite places downtown. Several hours later we thought that we had caused a big enough scene and stumbled out into the chilly night, each going their separate ways. Well, not each of us, cuz the Rockel was crashing here, but...you know what I mean.
If you like Monty Python, go here.
I found the absolute best article on Vegetarianism recently. It's a doozy, so if you're interested in reading it, I suggest setting aside a little bit of time. It's extremely well written and very insightful. Quotes follow:
"Broadly speaking, though, for many centuries the debate centered on three questions, each of which was reflected in Newton’s dietary choices and the objections raised to them: there was the religious question, concerning the implications of Scripture for human alimentation; there were medical questions about the effect of eating meat on human health and character; and there was a philosophical debate about the proper relationship between man and other animals. There was no distinct category you could call moral, because all of them were, as they remain, intensely moral. Vegetarianism has always been less about why you should eat plants than about why you shouldn’t eat animals. And so arguments about vegetarianism, by drawing attention to rights that we claim for ourselves but deny to other animals, inevitably involve basic questions about what it is to be human."
"One explanation of Pythagoreans’ vegetarianism was their adherence to a doctrine known as metempsychosis, or the transmigration of souls. If your soul, after death, could pass into the body of another animal species, vegetarianism was the only sure way to avoid cannibalism."
"[T]here was controversy about Adam and Eve’s dietary punishment. Some said that it was the labor of agriculture or cooking....Others, however, said that the punishment was the eating of meat. After the Fall, plants had become less nutritious, or the human body had become less able to extract nutriment from plants, and we were now metabolically obliged to kill animals and eat their flesh. Meat eating, then, was a permanent reminder of our sinfulness. Some commentators went further, saying that our fallen nature had given us a taste for blood, and that we could gauge the extent of our wickedness by our relish for the flesh of dead animals and by our willingness to make them suffer."
"Mahatma Gandhi, before reconverting to his original vegetarianism, briefly thought 'that meat eating was good, that it would make me strong and daring, and that, if the whole country took to meat eating, the English could be overcome.'"
"Descartes was at one extreme in insisting that animals were mere machines, no more capable of experiencing pain than a clock, yet even his followers had to come to terms with solid evidence that many people nonetheless felt moved by signs of animal pain. The Cartesians had a response: any such human reaction was itself just a mechanical reflex."
"Paul McCartney once said, 'If slaughterhouses had glass walls, everyone would be a vegetarian,' and it’s true that many of those who have little experience of what goes on in an abattoir are repulsed by any kind of firsthand knowledge, or even by reading vivid accounts."
"Why is it 'natural' not to know very much about 'nature'?"
"It has been estimated that forty per cent of global grain output is used to feed animals rather than people, and that half of this grain would be sufficient to eliminate world hunger if—and it’s not a small if—the political will could be found to insure equitable distribution."
Sunday, January 21, 2007
I have my computer back.
And my own desk.
Right next to the television.
It is super awesome.
I haven't been on this thing in over a month and before then it was less than five times in several months. So, the fact that I am plugged back in is wicked awesome. YouTube, Comedy Central, and all the other wonders of the web are at my fingertips. I even logged onto AIM today (crazymunkee for those of you who forgot). I love these series of tubes. It's only a matter of time before I'm hacking away on the world of warcraft again. Mwahaha.
So, remember that dog I got that was deaf? She's awesome. You should go get one. A deaf dog, that is. You see, she never knows when I come home, so she doesn't freak out before I get to her. She doesn't care about barking dogs because she can't hear them. She isn't afraid of thunder. All of which rocks my socks.
Speaking of sock rocking, check out the new Tenacious D album "Pick of Destiny" on iTunes. If you don't have iTunes you are stupid.
Back into the tubes!
Monday, January 15, 2007
Or just Jazz. That's what I call her. She's a dalmation and hound mix. She's got the look of the dalmation but the personality of the hound which mean she's pretty and she smells everything. She has sniffed, no joke, every square inch of carpet in this house. She's about 15 months old and Tracie and I adopted her on Saturday. She's deaf and has some food allergies. She can't eat a lot of animal proteins so she's kinda a vegetarian which is pretty cool cuz so are her new owners. She's been moved around a lot so we hope she'll be happy after she adjusts to her knew home. We've been working on some hand signals to teach her how to go for a walk, sit, lay, and other things. She can feel vibrations through the floor, too, so if we need to get her attention we just stomp. We also watch The Dog Whisperer with Cesar Milan which is a totally awesome how and if you have a dog you need to watch that show, too. Tracie and I are trying to establish ourselves as "pack leaders" by staying calm and assertive and trying to encourage Jazz to reach a calm submissive state. There's a behavior specialist that has worked with her for a while with one of her former owners and she's going to come help us on Friday using a pen light as a reinforcer. Right now, we're giving her a thumbs up to let her know she's doing right. Well, that's Jazz, if you wanna come meet her, I'm sure she'd love to meet you, too.