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Monday, March 21, 2005

Let's Face it....I'm Tired

To say this has beena busy last week would be an understatement. I am exhausted, thrilled and have no downtime. And although I kvetch about it, I am glad that I am keeping busy and doing something with my time instead of becoming some sniveling whining twit who sits at home feeling sorry for himself and drinking himself into a stupor.

La Cage opened this past week. We had audiences starting on Tuesday and had our official opening on Thursday. The show has really picked up steam and settled into a good place; although some of the cast members do keep some of us on our toes with their forgetfulness and overeager-ness. Audiences seem to enjoy the show (excepting the Thursday night audience who I want to kill). This has definitely been a challenge for me on so many levels and I keep finding new ways to tinker and add to my character (without interfering with my fellow actors that is). It's a good show, I think at least. If you have not bought your tickets yet, do so and come see it. We run for two more weeks.

Everything else is pretty much a blur in terms of teaching, grading, and so on. I have had little time to focus on that, which is pretty bad considering it IS my job-job. But the students are suffering from a lack of being educated, just a lackof getting their papers back at my usual speed (I graded 4 stacks of quizzes and 3 stacks of essays last night when I got home).

This week starts my second set of doubling-up shows. Jekyll & Hyde (which stars a stellar set of leads) and Best Little Whorehouse in Texas (or as I called it last night in my exhaustive state - Best Little Unmunchable Place in Texas - which stemmed off a discussion of a junior version of this show which would need a censored title and I attempted to say "unmentionable"). I am choreographing the first, and being a chorus boy and choreographing/asst. directing the second. Me gusta.

Other than that, my life is in a wee bi of stasis on every other front. I have not been able to work out in two weeks now, but thankfully it has not affected me as his show is a marathon in and of itself. I am doing pretty good and am shedding away what I need and want to to get to back to what I want to look like.

And here is crossing my fingers for one of those New York schools to hire me so I can get the hell out of dodge.

Monday, March 14, 2005

Hell Week Indeed
I had the urge to contribute something to my rhetorical space online, but I was too fucking exhausted when I got home. La Cage is killing me, in a good way, and proving to be the biggest challenge so far in my theatrical career. i knew going into it how hard it was going to be, but I had no idea how hard it was going to be. It promises to be a good show though. I am sure the first week of performances will be nothing less than rough, but then again, I am the anal perfectionist.

So three movies you should watch:
1) Shaun of the Dead - just good fun. I laughed, I cried, I love Brit humor.

2) Vanity Fair - liked this better than I thought I would. Reese Witherspoon actually comes across as an actress in this one and does a great job. I love stories like this (albeit based on better novels, but having never read the original Thackeray, the movie is all I have).

3) Show Boy - a mockumentary about the exec producer of Six Feet Under who gets fired and decides he wants a career as a vegas show boy. If you like movies like Waiting for Guffman, this one is for you.

And got a phone call at 12:18 this morning by Tony with whom I argued when my birthday was. I have been so frazzled that I thought it was on a Tuesday. But it's not...it's today. So happy birthday to me as I grade papers and prepare for rehearsal tonight. Woo woo.
The *almost* daily musings, gripes, and happenstances in the life of a 26-year-old performer, choreographer, socio-pop-cultural enthusiast with a bent for theology and making people tilt their heads and go "Hmm." Sometimes funny, sometimes sanguine, sometimes melancholic, but always with something to say in the absence of sound but in honor or humor.



























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