A new prospect for all gaget freaks - a phone that projects powerpoints of "72 on a wall, serves as a razer, a harmonica, and also brews coffee? Rumor has it that it's all a hoax, but the idea is clever and we can all dream, can't we? Since the idea has been put out there, I'm sure somone will figure out a way to engineer it.
Fact, fiction, or future?:::
... if so, say sianara iphone
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
what was she drivelling about?
thank goodness Endgame is over. It was a little too drawn out, and anticlimactic non-the-less. Onto CHEKHOV!!
I've fallen in love with "The Cherry Orchard" hopefully the visions will remain strong, and I'll be able to create a fully realized design for the play.
Thinking about "Three Sisters" casting
....AND CHRISTMAS BREAK....
I've fallen in love with "The Cherry Orchard" hopefully the visions will remain strong, and I'll be able to create a fully realized design for the play.
Thinking about "Three Sisters" casting
....AND CHRISTMAS BREAK....
Monday, November 10, 2008
President-Elect Barack Obama
At 12:38 am November 5th I received a message from a friend in Scotland who had stayed up all night watching the polls: "Unbelievable, America! Exciting and unforgettable - we recognize you once more. Welcome!" The next day many other notes from abroad flooded my inbox - words of congratulations and a pat on the back from around the world. I'm so proud of this country! I'm proud to be an American for the first time in my life. Deep-seeded resentment and shame I harbored for many years, mostly ingrained into my brain during the early years of my life when I was surrounded by non-Americans, bashing America. But today, and yesterday, and tomorrow I feel proud. It's the dawning of a new time.
As I drifted off to sleep on the night of the election, I heard WOOTS and GO OBAMAS from outside my window... a very good day.
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Now it's time to go back to school. Or at least put my focus there, but for some reason I feel let down this semester. I feel suffocated and am clawing at the walls. I don't really where it comes from, but part of me is putting the blame on not accepting that touring-gig over the summer. Of course it would have forced me to take a break from grad school, but now that I am here and unhappy it seems that I made the wrong choice. It's easy to just say I shouldn't let it get me down, and that I am young and that opportunities may arise again, but I feel disappointed that I made the wrong choice. Of course, it is possible that I didn't make the wrong choice - but I guess one will never know and that is what I need to get over, and understand about life. There are so many things I could have done thus far in my 23 years that would have placed me in a "better" situation, or worse even. I guess I just need to take it on the chin and let life steer me where I need to go.
Sometimes I miss the iron-cad methodology of science. But it feels too late to retreat to that at this point. And art is inspiring, but can be draining at the same time. Maybe a change of location is needed for me - a new perspective on the world, and what life is and who I can hope to be some day in this world.
I suppose the early 20s are a complicated time, and you are meant to question your existence and purpose in the world... but goddamnit it's frustrating!
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Next phase in New School for Drama directing program:
*The beckett phase of my training is coming to an end, and boy am I glad. As we enter into Chekhov world, I hope that my sense of things gets more positive.
*CoLab project with Garlia is going to be hot. We are going to make it work and it will shine!
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I love Towey Tow Truck more than you could ever imagine. And my dad. And cheese. (doodles)
As I drifted off to sleep on the night of the election, I heard WOOTS and GO OBAMAS from outside my window... a very good day.
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Now it's time to go back to school. Or at least put my focus there, but for some reason I feel let down this semester. I feel suffocated and am clawing at the walls. I don't really where it comes from, but part of me is putting the blame on not accepting that touring-gig over the summer. Of course it would have forced me to take a break from grad school, but now that I am here and unhappy it seems that I made the wrong choice. It's easy to just say I shouldn't let it get me down, and that I am young and that opportunities may arise again, but I feel disappointed that I made the wrong choice. Of course, it is possible that I didn't make the wrong choice - but I guess one will never know and that is what I need to get over, and understand about life. There are so many things I could have done thus far in my 23 years that would have placed me in a "better" situation, or worse even. I guess I just need to take it on the chin and let life steer me where I need to go.
Sometimes I miss the iron-cad methodology of science. But it feels too late to retreat to that at this point. And art is inspiring, but can be draining at the same time. Maybe a change of location is needed for me - a new perspective on the world, and what life is and who I can hope to be some day in this world.
I suppose the early 20s are a complicated time, and you are meant to question your existence and purpose in the world... but goddamnit it's frustrating!
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Next phase in New School for Drama directing program:
*The beckett phase of my training is coming to an end, and boy am I glad. As we enter into Chekhov world, I hope that my sense of things gets more positive.
*CoLab project with Garlia is going to be hot. We are going to make it work and it will shine!
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I love Towey Tow Truck more than you could ever imagine. And my dad. And cheese. (doodles)
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