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Heeeeyyyy all you people. I haven't been on this guy in a while, I know... but here I am. I'm bored, and it's raining like crazy, so I thought I'd say hey
Uhhhh...So, yeah. What's going on... well, it's rainy here, and will be for like 3 more days at least. So I was pissed about that today, and I bought a pair of Wellingtons. And I'm really, really, really excited. And, no, Merrie, they're not gay. They're just functional. Okay? So you can let that line of bull go RIGHT NOW!
What else is going on. I've got my rehersal project coming up. The Curious Savage. It's been a fun 4 weeks so far, got 2 left on that. The director, one of my favorite teachers, is making me love her even more. Miss Angela Vitale who may be seen Off-Broadway very soon in a production of On the Verge, very exciting stuff... Ummmmmmmmmmmm I'm playing Hannibal, a very kind, very gentle, very statistical, precise procineish man. I'm wearing padding, and a bra, gettin' my man boob on, you know... you know... Uhhh yeah. He's been a lot of fun to work on.This is boring. What's exciting that's happening? I'm staying here this summer, with Erika and Danielle and Steph. Should be a good time. You should come visit. We'll see a play.
Speaking of plays there are some great ones on the Great White Way presently. I just saw O'Neill's Moon for the Misbegotten last night. It was awesome. I mean, Kevin Spacey was really good, but the girl, and the father... the Father was UNBELIEVABLE. And Liev Shrieber is in an Eric Bogosian play and Marion Seldes is with Angela Lansbury in a Terrance McNally play, and Billy Crudup, Bryan F. O'Brian, and Ethan Hawke are in a Stoppard Play, Mr. Seymour-Hoffman is in a play at The Public, Harold Prince is directing some one acts, Company is still on... it's a lot of great stuff, that I'll never see because it's too expensive, but will rave about anyway... You know, plays are coming back. There is somewhat of a resurgence of the play on Broadway recently, and that makes me VERY happy. Granted, it's all about star power and who can you get to star in your show and make hundreds of billions of dollars with it, but at least people are realizing that musicals are getting crappier and crappier... Tarzan, Legally Blonde, they're making Shrek... There are some BAD musicals out there, and I'm very happy the play is getting some more respect. Hurrah for plays. That's what I've got to say. Anyway, Kevin Spacey was pretty fantastic, I'd not have expected it, but he filled the stage. He's a fantastic actor, and he's giving back to students of acting too. He has made the box office set aside tickets for student rush. Normally they're just whatever's left over, but he understands that the theatre is inaccessable to young students who can't really afford to pay 100 dollars a ticket. So, thank you Mr. Spacey. You're an inspiration. Uhhhhh that was a lot of dribble... and now for some more
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I'm directing a play next fall. Clifford Odets' "Waiting for Lefty". I love Clifford Odets. I love this play. Auditions are next week, and I'm very excited to get the ball rolling. There are going to be some great actors involved, and I can't wait to get staaarrttteeed! I'm reading all these books on directing... I still have no idea what I'm going to do. But, if you're looking for something good to read, if you've got some spare time... pick up an Odets play (I suggest Golden Boy, or Rocket to the Moon). They're very good, and quite moving. He's a great playwright. I love reading plays and I highly reccomend it. Edward Albee, Nicky Silver, Eugene O'Neill... okay. Well, I'm going to stop preaching to you all about the theatre... It's just all I get anymore here, and I love it, so it's what I talk about. If any of you want to, you're welcome to come on up and visit me anytime. Just call or e-mail, or something... anything. I'd love to hear from any and all of you, and show you around my neck of the woods. I miss you guys, I miss the open spaces, I miss Max & Erma's...
Well, cheers. And good luck, and I hope everybody is having fun.
A little add on here. My final project of the RA application process... I didn't get hired, but.. fuck them. (PS... I can't figure out LJcuts... yeah, sorry...)
Welll..... I'll figure it out... maybe... someday, but I'm done trying for now.
IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE? So, here's how it works: 1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc) 2. Put it on shuffle 3. Press play 4. For every question, type the song that's playing 5. When you go to a new question, press the next button 6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool..
Opening Credits: Absolutely Sweet Marie - Bob Dylan
Waking Up: New Slang - The Shins
First Day At School: Philosophy - Ben Folds Five
Falling In Love: Begin the Beguine - Cole Porter
Fight Song: Old Friends - Simon and Garfunkel
Breaking Up: Stellar - Incubus
Prom: Automatic Stop - The Strokes
Life's OK: Ignition - LeftFootFirst (AY-ED!)
Montage: Oh, Darling! - The Beatles
Mental Breakdown: Medicine - Guster
Driving: Twilight - Elliot Smith
Flashback: California Dreamin' - The Mamas and the Papas
Getting Back Together: Tell me I'm Wrong - Longwave
Wedding: Big Fish Titles - Danny Elfman
Birth of Child: California One/Youth and Beauty Brigade - The Decemberists
Final Battle: Sunrise, Sunset - Bright Eyes
Hymn To The Sea: On the Air - Girlyman
Funeral Song: Steadier Footing - Death Cab for Cutie
End Credits: Factory - The Vines
So that was fun. The show went quite well this weekend, and it was taped, so that's cool. Ummmmm I'm coming home tomorrow, so I'll be back this weekend. If you're in town, look me upeth. Yeah, so... BAM?
So... I Am a Camera opens in one day. I'm excited, but also just pretty much scared. The show is going well, and everybody is telling me positive things, but there are just so many things that could be WAY better, and I don't feel 100% about it, there's just something... missing. I don't know. It's just not coming alive. I need to be more in my objective I guess. Raise the stakes. Make it worth something. Act better lol I don't know... This I just have to say... Tonight, Morgan, the "assistant director" who has been to umm... 1 rehersal prior to this, only to hang lights and leave early came to actually do something to assistantly direct. And he just pretty much made me really mad with some of the notes he was giving out. It's two days before the show, mind you, and he is giving notes like I didn't think the blocking worked here in this scene, you should've been doing this, and he even had the audacity to say to one of the actors that he thought her character should have been different.... TWO days before the opening. I'm sorry, but if you wanted to have that kind of input... you should've come and done your job a little earlier. I don't know. I mean, I love the guy, but he just pushed my buttons the wrong way today, plus I haven't been getting much sleep, so there's that. I hate tech week. A lot more now that it can only start after 10:30... 3 and later every night... mmmm fun times.
Well anyway. LIfe is going... well, I suppose. My brother is in a bit of trouble, but I don't really want to go into it. Um, I'm running out of money, and by running, I mean have run. Iiiii'm tired. I have projects due...ish. I saw Spring Awakening tonight for free. The invited dress. I really think it's the closest to an opening night on Broadway I'll ever get. It was a pretty good show. I think it's going to be a big deal. The first act was really amazing, but the second act I thought could've used some... thing. I don't know. I'm saying that a lot. I'm also writing quite short sentances. I need to learn how to raise the ends of my sentances for this show. I'm English and I just don't do it. It's hard, feels so unnatural to me... Oh well. I'll figure it out I guess. This is kind of taking over all my thoughts, so I'm not going to bore you with it anymore. Ummmmm ok. Goodnight. I need to go to sleep.
COME SEE MY SHOW! (November 16, 17, 18) YES. It's Michigan weekend. WE WILL WATCH THE GAME. You can stay here if you don't want to pay for a hotel. We'll figure something out.
HEY! Everybody in the ville... or the general ville area... Um. First of all, I'm coming home this weekend (The 23rd and 24th), soooo look me up. Annnd also, I got cast in a play up here called I Am a Camera, so... if you've been looking for an excuse to come to New York... here's your big chance, and you can crash here, it's pretty much no big deal. it's playing November 17, 18, and 19, with a matinee on the 19th. Um, so yeah, if you're in the neighborhood this weekend, I'll be around. Time for Psych... ta ta!
SOoooooo... the US lost yesterday and Italy beat Ghana... so basically that means we'll have to beat Italy in order to move on... tough feat, 3 time champions they are. Well, we'll see how that goes, I know I'll be watching... Isn't that right, Erika? IN NEW YORK! Woo-hoo! 4 days, uh-uh.
Anyway, poopy picnic lived up to its goosey name, and fire was fun at mi casa... and now.. a little story... a little violent story, I call it... the story of--
HOUSE MOUSE By Ed, Robbieneil, and Mond-Bund. (We played the game where you pass around the paper, and everybody writes a sentance... but you can't really see how the story's going because the sentances previous are covered except for the one directly preceeding yours... I'll put different colors for different authors... try and guess who is what color! Here's how it came out...)
This was no ordinary Monday, in fact this Monday was very special indeed. The sky was unusally black, as if a giant bloody head had been hung over the sun. But it wasn't a giant bloody head as one might suspect--in fact it was an enormous black cloud, an OMEN in the shape of a very EVIL RODENT. John looked up at the rat cloud in horror, he knew what was to happen in the near future. "Golly," John said, "it's times like these I wish I was invisible to clouds." "Bitch, you might as well be invisible," the ghostly cloud replied, "you're useless and you smell like cold urine." A huge explosion off in the distance shook the earth just as he said back, "Yeah, well you--" John fell over in mid-sentance, sending him cascading down a nearby cliff, at the bottom of which he found a familiar, if not terrifying sight. It was TRINI, the yellow power ranger--she was bitter and whore-like as ever. She said something but nobody heard because the rat omen began coming true and the yellow ranger turned into a cat and was made into beef lo mein. She totally deserved it. John snatched the treasure map from the waist of her lifeless body and flew NORTH to claim his prize. On the way there he met many beasts: among them were the fighting tons and ksnagke bull-cera-dactyl-ness-thing-chargers; he scampered between and continued north to claim his treasure. "Nothing," he said, "could compare to this treasure he said." God looked down on him and said "Tons frab!" and before he could even be alive ever seconds time he exploded like a town... And by town, we mean HIROSHIMA.
I can't even tell you how excited I am. I love this stuff. USA plays their first game on Monday at noon. I have to work... buttttt, maybe I'll leave? hahaha (that was evil)! They're playing the Czech Republic. Going to be a good match. MAUAGHEAGEIAGHEAPGIOEHAEGIA
Oh. I finished Stella's book, but I won't put quote up yet, because I have to get ready for the next game. Huzzah!
Yeeahhh... I'm tired. Working hard for my money is quite the task. I'm not really up to updating tonight... But I'm reading Stella's book... she's a genius. But her book is hard to understand. She makes an awufl mess out of actions... everything's an action to her, and I'm sort of confused about it. But she's saying some quite good things that should be listened to. And because you're all so interested, I'm going to make another post like Harold's for Stella. I just think she says some intelligent and funny things. I like to share... and the GLAYBENHOWSEN! Well. Off to bed. I wish it would storm. It hasn't really. Not like thunderstorm. I like them, and they make being lonely a little beautiful. Well, okay! Cheers.
Soooooo... yeah, I finished The Fervent Years by Harold Clurman today. Basically it's a book recapping the 10 years that the Group Theatre worked on Broadway. From conception to collapse. It made me ever the more certian I need to live my life in the theatre. It solidified my disliking for Lee Strausberg as a person as well as his method of acting. And it inspired me beyond belief. Here are a few passages I particularly liked:
What I hope to apply my energies to, because I believe in it, is spreading hope and love of life; to combat dispair. I am a person who has to build all the time and the way I have chosen to do it is through the great art of the theatre.
[Luther Adler] awakened me like a man who has an unendurable tourment racking his soul. "Harold," he said when he succeeded in arousing me to some semlance of conciousness, "it's March and we are not going away until June. That's over two months. How are we going to live until then?" "I don't know," I mumbled, heavy with sleep, "we'll live." "But Harold," he persisted, "how are we going to live?" "We'll live," I insisted. "We'll just live." That is how I solved many of our problems! When we arrived at Dover Furnace, New York for our second summer, we were all very much alive.
The actors were now riding the crest of the wave. I do not mean this in any material sense, since most of the Group had as vague an understanding of their own econimic situation as I di. They never worried over money execpt when they were broke, in which case a few dollars in their pockets would make them feel affluent again. They were thriving with a sense of fulfillment, the feeling that they were part of the main current, which to an extent they had helped create.
When the audience at the end of the play responded to the militant question from the stage: "Well, what's the answer?" with a spontaneous roar of "Strike! Stike!" it was something more than a tribute to the play's effectiveness, more even than a testimony of the audience's hunger for construction social action. It was the birth cry of the thirties. Our youth had found its voice. It was a call to join the good fight for a greater measure of life in a world free of economic fear, falsehood, and craven servitude to stupidity and greed. "Strike!" was Lefty's lyric message, not alone for a few extra pennies of wages or for shorter hours of work, strike for greater dignity, strike for a bolder humanity, strike for the full stature of man.
She thought at times of appearing on the stage, an ambition perhpas stimulated by Franchot. She wished to be able to follow him in all his steps, so that he might not be inclined to wander too far from hers.
Young people, all people, for that matter, need faith as they need hope and action. They need, above all romance... For what is romance? In 1776, in this country, the romance of the young was revolution. In 1850, this romance was the cause of abolition. Later our romance was money-making; and since every romance produces its heroes, who have been our heroes? The patriot fathers once, then Garrison and John Brown; later Pierpont and Morgan and the builders of railroads. The young, in every generation have followed these leaders, but the romance of money-making wore away, and after the first world war we entered an epoch in which this country seemed to have no ideas. This is not true of course, but what is true is that our only ideals were those of the past...[The Russians, the Communinsts] seemed to be reliving the lives of our patriot fathers; they seemed to be transting into action the words of our Declaration of Independence... Whether or not the Russian leaders wer all they were supposed to be--this is quite beyond the question; for no one whom we were producing seemed to be great, on this heroic scale of greatness. We were producing advertising geniuses and President Harding. We Americans are the most romantic of peoples. More than any others, we need heroes; and we cannot make heroes of people who only make money... the search for social justice is the romance of our time. (That one's actually Van Wyck Brooks, but he quoted him, and I liked it, so it goes).
"He who desires nothing, hopes for nothing and is afraid of nothing cannot be an artist," Checkov once wrote. And to hope for and desire nothing but the luxurious comfort of success is to desire and hope for little.
The theatre never dies because it is an art of actual presence. People, not their images, are in immediate contact. The impluse to celebrate and manifest themseves in close proximity with one another has from time immemorial been deep-rooted in human nature. "Broadway" is only a momentary and minute part of the theatre's history. In despondent moods I refer to it as the theatre's ghetto.
We are the problem, we and our ignorance of the theatre's very nature. For the theatre is not a business; it never has been basically that. it is an art of direct communication grounded on shared social and moral values. It is not, first of all, a condiment, a genteel pastime, an escape from reality, but like all art it is a resource in civilization's human treasury.
Well... now that I'm done with boring you by my crazy theatre talk via Harold Clurman I will leave you. It was a good day, though kind of hot, and my dad refuses to turn on the air yet. Probably not until August will he do so. What a frugal little man he is. Oh well... Time to sleep naked. Cheers, and goodnight.
I got really bored... soooo I updated my whole thaanngg. The background is a painting by ee cummings, so it goes with the poetry theme I made. Um I hope you likes it, cause I do. Well. Bye now.
Sooo hey. Updating...? Yeah... about that. Well here I am, and my plan has failed. I did not have the will power to make every one call me Robbie, so... well, it's a lost cause, and it's kind of weird. But it makes it special when someone does call me Robbie, because it's like a present or something. A birthday present. Yeah. Word of the Day is Bower. All you Adler kids out there know this one... I'll bet, however, that you didn't know what it meant. I will define it for you. 1: an attractive dwelling or retreat 2: a lady's private apartment in a medieval hall 3: a shelter of entwined boughs or vines. So now when you say the HOW-ER rhyme, you'll know what you're talking about. And now to let every single one of my readers, save the one who does know, in on what I'm babbling on about.
In a bower, near a tower lived a cross old witch. She gained her power from a flower that was black as pitch.
The HOW-ER rhyme. Thank you.
ON WITH THE SHOW!
emo nights are amazing. period.
Jo, don't forget to give me that book back... I'm going to need it.
The Fervent Years is one of the best things I've ever read.
Clifford Odets is an amazing playwright, and I'm going to read Till the Day I Die today.
I love plays. The end.
P.S. This entry is a little crazy. Maybe I'll write a story next time. Yeah, I'd like that.
Ok all you ne'er-do-wells, Have a good Memorial Day.
No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world; with vilest worms to dwell. Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I, in your sweet thoughts, would be forgot If thinking on me should then make you woe. O! If, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay. Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after I am gone.
Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly? Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy. Why lovest thou that which thou receivest not gladly, Or else receivest with pleasure thine annoy? If the true concord of well-tuned sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear, They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear. Mark how one string, sweet husband to another, Strikes each in each by mutual ordering, Resembling sire and child and happy mother Who all in one, one pleasing note do sing: Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one, Sings this to thee: 'thou single wilt prove none.'
Could you guys please leave your thoughts on that entry from a few days ago... it doesn't have to answer the question or anything, just give your thoughts about death or dying. I want to have them, so I could use them in an essay I'm writing. I would greatly appricate any thoughts you might have on the subject. THAAAAANKS.
I Will Follow You Into the Dark - Death Cab for Cutie
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This question was kind of posed in Shakespeare today... reflect and leave your thoughts. ...so heavy.
What is it to die?
I like this also: "Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, 'Where have I gone wrong?' Then a voice says to me, 'This is going to take more than one night." -Charlie Brown
Soooooooooo... I'm bored. I should probably do homework or something, but I kind of want to sit around and not. So here we are. I'm listening to Abby Road. I think this is a great album. I'm kind of sad I didn't put it on the list... soooooo I'll put it on now:
5 1/2. Abbey Road - The Beatles "The End" Oh yeah, all right Are you going to be in my dreams Tonight?
And in the end The love you take Is equal to the love you make.
I don'tk now why I made it 5 and a half... but... there you go.
Orphans went well on Tuesday. We got to finish the scene, which was like... the first time for me. I'd never done that. And I thought I did really well, so I'm pretty happy with that. But of course, our teacher was not as enthusiastic, but we worked, and it got a lot better, at least for the first couple beats of the scene, so that's even more exciting. And she wants to see it again, for a third time, which is way even more exciting. And I got notes this time, like actual good notes, which is also way way exciting, because it helps me be betterrr. So that's good. Ummmm I got a call from Meggie last night, she's coming into the city on her spring break, so that's kind of neat. I'll get to see her. Ummmmm I like to read plays... not so much Shakespeare plays, but some of those are nice too. Ummmmm I like my word of the day calander... except Monday's kind of sucked... it was "timeless". Pfffbbbtt. Like I've never heard that word before. Thanks a lot Page-a-Day... stupid heads. The finale of the only show I watch, the acclaimed "Project Runway" is next week, and tonight's episode looks exciting. What's on after it, "Project Jay" also looks enticing, but I will probably be asleep by that point in tiimeeeee. I remembered A Modest Proposal the other day. We were cool. I went to the site and it's pretty bitchen. Alex, if you're reading this... like, half those sites we made are gone now lol I guess they don't keep them around if you don't update or nobody visits anymore. That makes me kind of sad, but... what can you do, I guess? Thursday is playing in New York City in a while, and I don't have enough money to go. It's kind of sad... well it's really sad, because it's the day their new album comes out which is actually May 2nd for anybody interested... I am. Ummm I like seeing plays too, not just reading them. I'm not that big of a nerd. The 4th year students have their play this week. I think it started tonight. I want to go see that. I like the shows at Adler because they're FREE! That's so fantastic, that word. I walked around last night trying to find a black and white matchbook. I was sucessful. Twice. Thank you 7th Avenue, you've got some cool resturaunts! Basically right now, I'm just kind of righting a few sentances and though they might be wrong, it doesn't mean they lean to the left. We write from the left, but the sentances are left to the write(r). I dont' know really what I'm trying to do with all that jibba jabba butttttt... yeah. I like updating this thing, because it kills time, and I just get to talk and talk and talk. Consider me back in business Da Ville. I'm hurre to stay, fa shaow.
I walked around Central Park today by myself. I saw the Dakota, Strawberry Fields, the Angel Fountain, the Mirror Pool, the Alice in Wonderland Statue, the Met, some kind of hill, the Bow Bridge, the Delecourte castle/theatre, the Great Field, and the Resevoir. It was a good walk. I almost could see the north side of the park. That's never happened before, it was pretty exciting. I'd never seen the Resevoir before, and it was big. It was pretty cool, and I took a picture. Then I went to this swanky joint with some friends. That was fun, and now I'm tired. Goodnight.
1. THE 10 MOST AMAZING ALBUMS YOU'VE EVER OWNED 2. THE MOST AMAZING SONG FROM THAT ALBUM 3. THE MOST AMAZING LYRICS FROM THAT SONG
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1. Whatever and Ever Amen - Ben Folds Five "Selfless, Cold, and Composed" So much time so little to say.
2. Come Away With Me - Norah Jones "The Nearness of You" It's not the pale moon that excites me, that thrills or delights me, oh no, it's just the nearness of you.
3. A Rush of Blood to the Head - Coldplay "God Put a Smile on Your Face" Where do we go? Nobody knows. Don't ever say you're on your way down, honey honey, God gave you style and gave you grace, and put a smile on your face, ah yeah. Now when you work it out I'm worse than you. Yeah, when you work it out I want it to. Ah when you work out where to draw the line your guess is as good as mine.
4. Classic Sinatra - Frank Sinatra "I Get a Kick Out of You" Some they may go for cocaine. I'm sure that if, I took even one sniff 'twould bore me terriiffffffffff-icly too, and I get a kick out of you.
5. The Bends - Radiohead "Fake Plastic Trees" She looks like the real thing She tastes like the real thing My fake plastic love
But I can't help the feeling I could blow through the ceiling If I just turn and run
And it wears me out, it wears me out It wears me out, it wears me out
And if I could be who you wanted If I could be who you wanted All the time, all the time
6. The Unauthorized Biography of Rhinehold Messiner - Ben Folds Five "Don't Change Your Plans" You have made me smile again in fact, I might be sore from it it's been awhile I know we've been together many times before I'll see you on the other side.
But don't change your plans for me I won't move to L.A. The leaves are falling back east that's where I'm going to stay.
All I really wanna say: you're the reason I wanna stay but destiny is calling and won't hold and when my time is up I'm outta here
I love you, goodbye.
6. Mmhmm - Relient K "High of 75" I'm sunny with a high of 75 since you took my heavy heart and made it light and it's funny how you find you enjoy your life when you're happy to be alive.
7. Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band - The Beatles "Being for the Benifit of Mr. Kite!" The celebrated Mr. K. Performs his feat on Saturday at Bishopsgate The Hendersons will dance and sing As Mr. Kite flys through the ring don't be late Messrs. K and H. assure the public Their production will be second to none And of course Henry The Horse dances the waltz!
8. War All the Time - Thursday "War All the Time" I was five years old, my best friend's older brother died he fell from these clifs. The river washed him away the current pulled him downstream and our lives caught in the headlights so we park these cars, parents garage, listen to the lullabye of carbon monoxide.
9. A Charlie Brown Christmas - Vince Guaraldi Trio "The Christmas Song" It's an instrumental, but basically this is the best arragement ever of this song, so you should get it.
10. OK Computer - Radiohead "Fitter Happier" Still cries at a good film, still kisses with saliva, no longer empty and frantic like a cat tied to a stick, that's driven into frozen winter shit calm, fitter, healthier and more productive a pig in a cage on antibiotics.
That was fun. Those are in no particular order. And I wish I could put more up, but the prompt is 10. Thank you, Ed.
P.S. It has recently been brought to my attention that people are judging me based on things they see on Facebook. That's fine. Judge all you want, but if you want to talk to somebody about it, please talk to me, so you can at least hear my perspective. There is someone you are talking to who doesn't need to hear it, and it bothers them very much, so if you are going to talk about me and make assumptions about my life please confront me and no one else. You can always reach me at my cell phone, which I won't give out here, I'm sure you can find it if you don't have it. Or you can e-mail me, rnb226 at nyu.edu. I thank you for your kindness and your willingness to question my values and the way I spend my free time without really knowing anything about any kind of situation. I don't know who those of you out there are doing this, and you can feel free to remain anonymous if you want to speak to me. I hope to hear from any of you soon, and please try to keep an open mind about me.
I wrote a story in character class after moving like bones.
Bones, Bones, Bones. An old man is all Bones. He wanders the square watching. Just watching, nothing else. He shakes warily as he walks, as if he is just a skeleton casually strolling along the dirt. The old Bone Man meets a person. He gazes intently and they begin to dance. Bent over, they sway back and forth as if their pelvises were pendulums. Soon the old man becomes tired and mones his Bones elsewhere. He meets a beautiful young girl waving at the sky and wonders to whom she is waving. Passing under her arms and skyward stare he looks up and is entranced. His Bones move about in a circle, faster and faster and faster still, his sockets are being torn apart, his joints coming undone, his he spins on. Finally the beautiful girl lets her Bones go and the old Bones Man falls apart. His bones scatter into the square and turn into cups. The people in the square pick them up and drink water from the fountain, but the fountain is empty and they weep. Deep down in their bones, the cellular pillows of marrow dry up and within minutes they're all old Bone Men. Too late, too late. They all step back and go into their bones and the town square becomes empty. Maybe empty is not empty.
That was weird. But so was moving like bones.
I have a scene going up on Tuesday. I'm excited to be doing it becuse I like this scene a lot. It's from a play called Orphans by a man called Lyle Kessler. I get to say the f word and throw a show and choke my scene partner, it's awesome. But anyway, that's what's going on in my life presently. I'm enjoying the big apple, and I saw The Odd Couple with Nathan Lane and Matthew Broderick last week. They were funny, and the show was good. If you come to New York, don't see Rabbit Hole. It's not good, and they're not funny. But if you do come to New York, you should see any show at Stella Adler studio because the students are amazing. And they're only a year older than me... I want that lol Anyway. I'm getting my camera fixed. I hurt my tailbone somehow, and now it hurts to walk and sit and lay down and move. It's basically not fun. I like peanut butter. I like banannas. I like them together a lot. I also like this Salsa my parents sent me. I eat it pretty much all the time, with chips of course. It snowed over two feet here a week ago, and it's already gone because most of this week it was in the 50's. Now it's like freezing out and I don't like to go outside because it's so windy and horribly cold. I have to do The Tempest for my scene in Shakespeare class... I don't like that play, and I don't like my scene. All I do is talk about logs... well that's not true, but it almost is. I talk about logs quite a lot. It's pretty trite too, so that's not easy to make real. But it's Shakey-Poo and that's alright by me. Things are well and I hope things are well for you all too.
Now that this is 8 pages long I'm going to stop. Sorry if you read all the way through... nothing really ended up happening. Well I hope you're haiving a great time wherever you are. And if your name is Ed Skudder watch out. We suck young blood.
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