I am having such a hard time writing this entry.
I have written and erased about four entries.
It is 1:45 a.m. I have to wake up at 7:30 so I can go get my car.
I saw Julie and Julia for the second time. And, just as it did the first time, it sparked me creatively. However, this time I go to write and nothing is coming out right. When I left the theatre, I had so much running through my head, and I still do. But, for some reason I can't make it make sense.
So, this will most likely be a short post and I will write a longer one next.
I think it is safe to assume that you won't mind a shorter post.
If you do, I will present you an epic soon, I promise.
I cannot believe that I am truly at a loss for words.
I apologize. Feel free to never read me again. (I'm just kidding, I need my regular readers...because there are only like 5 of you.... :] )
Quote of the day:
"My own theory about Van Gogh is that he cut off his ear because he'd make the mistake of taking up swimming" -Nora Ephron on getting swimmers ear.
[Women: read her book 'I Feel Bad About My Neck'...trust me]
Pleasant Dreams
And, as always-
Bon Appetit
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Day(s) 2 and 3: Monkeying Around
So, I am already falling behind. I missed last night. I apologize.
Moving on.
When asked, "What is the most favorite role you have played?"
I always tend to respond, "Kafka, from the one-act 'Words, words, words'...."
The reason that answer always is the first is most likely because the hard work that was put into it. My director, Tandace, was very specific on what she wanted me to do. It was my job to learn it and do it well. Kafka, as well as the other two characters in the one-act, are monkeys. the main plot, if monkeys are locked up with typewriters long enough, they will write Shakespeare.
So, I had to master typing on an old typewriter with my feet, while eating bananas. I take pride in saying that I not only mastered that task, but I could actually type whole words with my feet. And, I now have what are called, "Monkey Feet" I use my feet to whatever I can. (I once was so comfortable laying on the couch that I used my foot to grab a tissue from the table...I used the other end of the tissue to blow my nose, mind you.)
The other task I had to master was the actual physicality of a monkey. The walking/running on the fists, the way monkeys sit, etc. Not that I was the best human monkey ever, but of our small group I master this well enough to be the one to run around the stage in complete monkey form. It was also a reflection of my character....the stupid/blond monkey.
Rehearsals were loads of fun and we got pretty good by the time of the show. I, unfortunately, had to wrap my hands by showtime because my knuckles were raw...but it was worth it. The show was a complete success.
So, there you go. The reason that role always pops into my head. Don't get me wrong, I loved the role and the one-act (it is really great you should find it and read it). But the effort I gave to play this freaking monkey paid off and is what I can truly remember most.
I am now drawing to a real point: Actors do very obscure things. they work really hard and sometimes do not get the credit they deserve. However, it feels good as an artist to do it for the fun of it rather than the recognition. That is what separates the strong artists from the weak ones. There are actors who do it for the fame and there are actors who do it for the work. I plan on doing for the work.
My train of thought for this conversation:
I have no idea...the only correlation: I was asked that question in my Voice class today.
I was fitted (measured) today in the costume shop for the show I am in... Most of the questions I was familiar with (height, weight, shoe size...etc).... however bra size caught me off guard, "Welcome to the real world of theatre Emily, where everyone will soon know more about you than you know of yourself"
On that same note, if you ever want to buy me a leotard I can give you my measurements specifically for that article of clothing.
Other than that, not too much to report. Oh, Yay religion and education, the only two things I cannot be penalized for for missing rehearsal! Yay! lol. I was worried for a second because I get a credit for being in a show, and she was saying that so many tardies and absences will mark down my grade...I gave her my conflicts (a class on thurs that goes until 7:15...and church on sundays that goes until 2 ish)....I'm as safe as a Nunnery in the Swiss Alps. I don't know why I used that simile but it's all I got.
Bon Appetit
Moving on.
When asked, "What is the most favorite role you have played?"
I always tend to respond, "Kafka, from the one-act 'Words, words, words'...."
The reason that answer always is the first is most likely because the hard work that was put into it. My director, Tandace, was very specific on what she wanted me to do. It was my job to learn it and do it well. Kafka, as well as the other two characters in the one-act, are monkeys. the main plot, if monkeys are locked up with typewriters long enough, they will write Shakespeare.
So, I had to master typing on an old typewriter with my feet, while eating bananas. I take pride in saying that I not only mastered that task, but I could actually type whole words with my feet. And, I now have what are called, "Monkey Feet" I use my feet to whatever I can. (I once was so comfortable laying on the couch that I used my foot to grab a tissue from the table...I used the other end of the tissue to blow my nose, mind you.)
The other task I had to master was the actual physicality of a monkey. The walking/running on the fists, the way monkeys sit, etc. Not that I was the best human monkey ever, but of our small group I master this well enough to be the one to run around the stage in complete monkey form. It was also a reflection of my character....the stupid/blond monkey.
Rehearsals were loads of fun and we got pretty good by the time of the show. I, unfortunately, had to wrap my hands by showtime because my knuckles were raw...but it was worth it. The show was a complete success.
So, there you go. The reason that role always pops into my head. Don't get me wrong, I loved the role and the one-act (it is really great you should find it and read it). But the effort I gave to play this freaking monkey paid off and is what I can truly remember most.
I am now drawing to a real point: Actors do very obscure things. they work really hard and sometimes do not get the credit they deserve. However, it feels good as an artist to do it for the fun of it rather than the recognition. That is what separates the strong artists from the weak ones. There are actors who do it for the fame and there are actors who do it for the work. I plan on doing for the work.
My train of thought for this conversation:
I have no idea...the only correlation: I was asked that question in my Voice class today.
I was fitted (measured) today in the costume shop for the show I am in... Most of the questions I was familiar with (height, weight, shoe size...etc).... however bra size caught me off guard, "Welcome to the real world of theatre Emily, where everyone will soon know more about you than you know of yourself"
On that same note, if you ever want to buy me a leotard I can give you my measurements specifically for that article of clothing.
Other than that, not too much to report. Oh, Yay religion and education, the only two things I cannot be penalized for for missing rehearsal! Yay! lol. I was worried for a second because I get a credit for being in a show, and she was saying that so many tardies and absences will mark down my grade...I gave her my conflicts (a class on thurs that goes until 7:15...and church on sundays that goes until 2 ish)....I'm as safe as a Nunnery in the Swiss Alps. I don't know why I used that simile but it's all I got.
Bon Appetit
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Day 1: I've got the Grease 2 song, "Back to School" stuck in my head...great
Ok, so I figure in order to keep myself updating I will mark each day so I know if I am really falling behind like I have been. Every night before bed I plan to hop on the comp. and write a little something about the day.
So, here we go.
Day One.
I moved into my apartment Saturday and spent all of Sunday partying by the pool.
Is it Monday already? Not just any Monday, mind you, it is the first day of classes Monday.
So, I hop on my bike (after first filling the tires and buying new lock and lights) and ride to class. No big deal, right? Wrong. It is like a thousand degrees out. So, I get to my class all sweaty and nasty. It is a huge lecture and most of the seats are filled. Luckily there is an open aisle seat near where I entered. I sit down. That was when I first realized how nasty and sweaty I was. Then I realized I was sitting next to a very decent looking young man. Oh well.......
The Professor goes over the syllabus (in the most boring way possible). Then lets us out. I know have an hour and a half to my next class so I ride all the way back to my apartment.
I almost get hit by a car (the guy didn't' look: jackas*), I almost have a head-on-bike-to-bike collision with my playwriting teacher from last semester, and I almost biffed it right on the open sidewalk. So, transportaionally speaking, it was a rough morning.
Now to my next class, and another trek out in the deathly heat. The teacher, a cute older woman, with a lot of spunk (yay theatre classes). This class should be a lot of fun, I can already tell! :) Today we were talking about the class and who does the teacher bring up? Meryl Streep of course! That is definitely a good omen! ;)
Go back home. (It is still strange to call this place home...but, alas, it is).
Anti-social me, has to get things done before rehearsal. (Amanda's mom and Lexi's family were over and I was locked up in my room working on stuff).
I scoff down a quick bite to eat (Mac and Cheese) and am off to my first mainstage rehearsal.
That was fun. At first I was a little skeptical about working with MFA students (because they tend to seem like they act like they are all that and a bag of chips...old school saying, wow), but turns out they were really cool and I am very excited to work with them.
Now I am falling asleep at the computer. However, I managed to stay awake long enough to find a monkey shower curtain that I want to order (and will probably do tomorrow).
Pop Quiz:
I need a small excerpt from either a poem or a song to use for my voice class. Here's the catch...it has to be heavy in imagery. GO. oh and I think I might need it by Wed. or the end of the week. GO.
I'll be waiting for your suggestions patiently.
Ok, this was a pretty straight forward, boring entry. The complete opposite of my new-years-blogging-revolution.... I promise to not follow this path of blah-ness.
Word of the day: Wrath
Used in a sentence: The wrath of the summer heat is upon us.
(Emily's vocab homework: 11th grade, High School, Stafford's class)
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Won't you be mine. Won't you be my neighbor.- Mr. Rogers theme song... I need sleep.
Until we meet again... Hasta la vista, baby....and
Bon Appetit
So, here we go.
Day One.
I moved into my apartment Saturday and spent all of Sunday partying by the pool.
Is it Monday already? Not just any Monday, mind you, it is the first day of classes Monday.
So, I hop on my bike (after first filling the tires and buying new lock and lights) and ride to class. No big deal, right? Wrong. It is like a thousand degrees out. So, I get to my class all sweaty and nasty. It is a huge lecture and most of the seats are filled. Luckily there is an open aisle seat near where I entered. I sit down. That was when I first realized how nasty and sweaty I was. Then I realized I was sitting next to a very decent looking young man. Oh well.......
The Professor goes over the syllabus (in the most boring way possible). Then lets us out. I know have an hour and a half to my next class so I ride all the way back to my apartment.
I almost get hit by a car (the guy didn't' look: jackas*), I almost have a head-on-bike-to-bike collision with my playwriting teacher from last semester, and I almost biffed it right on the open sidewalk. So, transportaionally speaking, it was a rough morning.
Now to my next class, and another trek out in the deathly heat. The teacher, a cute older woman, with a lot of spunk (yay theatre classes). This class should be a lot of fun, I can already tell! :) Today we were talking about the class and who does the teacher bring up? Meryl Streep of course! That is definitely a good omen! ;)
Go back home. (It is still strange to call this place home...but, alas, it is).
Anti-social me, has to get things done before rehearsal. (Amanda's mom and Lexi's family were over and I was locked up in my room working on stuff).
I scoff down a quick bite to eat (Mac and Cheese) and am off to my first mainstage rehearsal.
That was fun. At first I was a little skeptical about working with MFA students (because they tend to seem like they act like they are all that and a bag of chips...old school saying, wow), but turns out they were really cool and I am very excited to work with them.
Now I am falling asleep at the computer. However, I managed to stay awake long enough to find a monkey shower curtain that I want to order (and will probably do tomorrow).
Pop Quiz:
I need a small excerpt from either a poem or a song to use for my voice class. Here's the catch...it has to be heavy in imagery. GO. oh and I think I might need it by Wed. or the end of the week. GO.
I'll be waiting for your suggestions patiently.
Ok, this was a pretty straight forward, boring entry. The complete opposite of my new-years-blogging-revolution.... I promise to not follow this path of blah-ness.
Word of the day: Wrath
Used in a sentence: The wrath of the summer heat is upon us.
(Emily's vocab homework: 11th grade, High School, Stafford's class)
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Won't you be mine. Won't you be my neighbor.- Mr. Rogers theme song... I need sleep.
Until we meet again... Hasta la vista, baby....and
Bon Appetit
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