tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25405296638005889782023-11-15T19:30:58.507-08:00p.l.a.y.absolute tosh isn't it?ellessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129214197689719248noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540529663800588978.post-77698302713284265302011-08-02T13:08:00.000-07:002011-08-02T13:15:15.283-07:00Beloved Gallifrey<a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/awesomer/doctor-who-graffiti">http://www.buzzfeed.com/awesomer/doctor-who-graffiti</a>ellessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129214197689719248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540529663800588978.post-79873643636795766852011-02-28T21:57:00.000-08:002011-02-28T21:58:07.618-08:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5485.Brave_New_World" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="Brave New World" border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1298180450m/5485.jpg" /></a><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5485.Brave_New_World">Brave New World</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3487.Aldous_Huxley">Aldous Huxley</a><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/147400080">4 of 5 stars</a><br /><br /><br />Alright...<br /><br/><br /><br/>I googled "which should I read first" when I tried to decide whether to read Brave New World first or 1984. Most of the interweb's eloquent writers wrote, in few words, to not bother with 'Brave New World', but no I wanted to read it.<br /><br/>And I'm glad I did. <br /><br/><br /><br/>Brave New World was a little difficult- to be honest it reads like a Science journal, which makes sense when I read the brief biography about Huxley. I guess in his early twenties he suffered an illness that left him blind for like two years- ruining his early aspirations to be a doctor. Later finding his true calling in becoming a writer he was always interested & highly influenced by science. <br /><br/>It may be trite, but 'Brave New World' does read like a complete poem. You have to keep a wide eye view on the story as a whole as Huxley skips around a bit in his storytelling. There would be times when I would be lost and drifting and yearning to find a point and other times where the imagery was specific & beautiful & I was entranced. <br /><br/>Here are just a few examples of those moments:<br /><br/><br /><br/>"I feel... as though I were beginning to be able to use that power I feel I've got inside me-- that extra, latent power. Something seems to be coming to me." Hermoltz<br /><br/><br /><br/>"What fun it would be, if one didn't have to think about happiness." -Mustapha Mond<br /><br/><br /><br/>Lenina who had lingered for a moment to look at the moon, dropped her eyes and came hurrying across the roof to join him. Drying her eyes, she walked across to the lift.<br /><br/><br /><br/>My favorite characters in this book would have to be the salvation in this book to me: John & Lenina. I also enjoyed Mustapha Mond quite a bit, who in my mind resembled Alan Rickman. <br /><br/>*Some Spoilers<br /><br/>John quickly becomes the main character and the person the reader begins to be represented by. He is one of the savages from out of the 'civilized' compound raised by a mother, Linda, who yearns for her home life with the civilized ones with their sex play, 'feelies' and 'soma' drug relief. You learn how John came into contact with a rare book from some guy called Shakespeare entitled "Complete Works". When ever john talks with another character or thinks out for the reader he interjects bits of Shakespeare. Relating a of his life to Romeo & Juliet, Othello, Hamlet & of course Tempest with 'Brave New World'.<br /><br/><br /><br/>"O Brave New World, that has such people in it...." <br /><br/><br /><br/>Lenina is a refreshing character in that she seems to finally have a change of heart, and for me that was quite exciting to have a character finally questioning their environment. She falls in love with John, the savage, and experiences the first frustrations of love (jealousy, low self esteem, etc). Love in this society is almost like a swear word- and sex is a obstacle to be conquered easily & quickly as to not get too frustrated or sad. <br /><br/>John who reciprocates Lenina's feelings (in fact probably more so) but is offended at the instant satisfaction & gluttony of her world- and would rather courtship, love & marriage. Lenina just can't understand- you see her eyes cloud over with the wish to be drugged and make it wash away. <br /><br/><br /><br/><br /><br/>Okay- the biggest pay of this book does indeed come at the end, where the controller of world their society, Mustapha Mond explains why these changes were made. <br /><br/>"we did a great deal to change the emphasis & beauty to comfort & happiness... Universal happiness keeps the wheels steadily turning; truth and beauty can't."<br /><br/>It was interesting how Mond described how their society had no need of a God even if God did in fact exist. In a world where you never age, are never alone, are never unhappy, why would you have to rely on a God? That their civilization had no need of such virtues such as nobility or heroism, there is no cause for their attendance. <br /><br/>John states: "You got rid of them. Yes, that's just like you. Getting rid of everything unpleasant instead of learning to put up with it. Whether 'tis better in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end the,... But you don't do either. Neither suffer nor oppose. You just abolish the slings and arrows. It's too easy. I'm claiming the right to be unhappy."<br /><br/>Mond: "Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphilis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat, the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen tomorrow; the right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind."<br /><br/><br /><br/>"Christianity without tears, that's what 'soma' is."<br /><br/><br /><br/>To me- the book seemed to toy'd with the phrase 'Ignorance is bliss'. And towards the end of the book- the reader will definitely question this phrase, which I liked.<br /><br/><br /><br/>But don't take my word for it! buh duh duh!<br /><br/><br/><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/3094541-ellesse">View all my reviews</a>ellessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129214197689719248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540529663800588978.post-60477635632920073502011-02-09T00:36:00.001-08:002011-02-09T00:36:20.713-08:00<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11152.The_Screwtape_Letters_How_a_Senior_Devil_Instructs_a_Junior_Devil_in_the_Art_of_Temptation_" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img alt="The Screwtape Letters - How a Senior Devil Instructs a Junior Devil in the Art of Temptation." border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51JzmWuP8mL._SX106_.jpg" /></a><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11152.The_Screwtape_Letters_How_a_Senior_Devil_Instructs_a_Junior_Devil_in_the_Art_of_Temptation_">The Screwtape Letters - How a Senior Devil Instructs a Junior Devil in the Art of Temptation.</a> by <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1069006.C_S_Lewis">C.S. Lewis</a><br/><br />My rating: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/82896688">5 of 5 stars</a><br /><br /><br />I've been meaning to read this book for quite awhile- a more perfect time in my life could not have come before however, and I'm glad that I am reading this now, at this time in my life.<br /><br/>Way before Screwtape Letters I completed reading The Chronicles of Narnia, my first introduction to C.S. Lewis. I praised those books because they offered a rare lesson in Christianity. Lessons of Christ and His teachings at a slant, at an angle that isn't often taught; and I found it refreshing. <br /><br/>The same can be said for The Screwtape Letters. <br /><br/>At the end of each letter I wrote at the beginning the basics of what Screwtape counseled and sought to help promote. All of the seven sins are present but virtues too- virtues twisted and bent till they're unrecognizable. <br /><br/>One of the clearest ones I recognized was complacency, and I see it all around myself and in my friends. A longing to be better, an urge to be worse. <br /><br/>Few of my favorite underlined parts:<br /><br/><br /><br/>"A Being which can still love is not yet a Devil."<br /><br/>"All mortals turn into the thing they're pretending to be."<br /><br/><br /><br/>"That kind of humor.... is a thousand miles from joy; it deadens, instead of sharpening; the intellect; and it excites no affection between those who practice it."<br /><br/>"I now see that I spent my life in doing neither what I ought nor what I liked."<br /><br/><br /><br/>"When He talks of them losing their selves, He means only abandoning their clamour of self-will; once they have done that, He really gives them back their personality, and boast (I'm afraid sincerely) that when they are wholly His they will be more themselves than ever."<br /><br/><br /><br/>"The more often he feels without acting, the less he will be able ever to act, and, in the long run, the less he will be able to feel."<br /><br/><br /><br/>"The Enemy wants him, in the end, to be so free from any bias in his own favour that he can rejoice in his own talents as frankly and gratefully as in his neighbor's talents."<br /><br/><br /><br/>"He has created, and always gives back to them with His right hand what He has taken from his left."<br /><br/><br /><br/>"For the present is the point at which time touches eternity.... Hence nearly all vices are rooted in the future. Gratitude looks to the Past and love to the Present; fear, avarice, lust, and ambition look ahead."<br /><br/><br /><br/>"He has balanced the love of change in them by a love of permanence. He has contrived to gratify both tastes together in the very world He has made, by that union of change and permanence, which we call rhythm."<br /><br/><br /><br/>"He {Man} [In reference to the World] feels like he is finding is place in it, while really it is finding its place in him."<br /><br/><br /><br/>The last two letters alone are worth the read. Screwtape talks about the Blitz and England at the dawn of WWII and it's an awakening moment for the reader. Screwtape talks about the balance between keeping the human out of a religious stupor but not enough danger and sin to wake them out of it. The best way to the human would be through fear- that the world in his disillusioned state is how the world really is. Intellectual attack doesn't work you can always try attacking the emotions. "It turns on making him feel, when he first sees human remains plastered on a wall, that this is "what the world really is like" & that all religion has been a fantasy. You will notice how we have gotten them completely fogged on the word 'real'.... Thus in birth the blood & pain are 'real', the terror and ugliness reveal what death 'really means.' The hatefulness of a hated person is 'real'-- in hatred you see men as they are, you are disillusioned; but the loveliness of a loved person is merely a subjective haze concealing a 'real' core of sexual appetite or economic association."<br /><br/>In contrast, letter 31 is a breath of fresh air. <br /><br/>The man being tempted is brought to a moment of true awakening & to use the term, enlightenment. <br /><br/>So does the reader, hopefully....<br /><br/><br /><br/>Here's hoping.<br /><br/><br/><br /><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/3094541-ellesse">View all my reviews</a>ellessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129214197689719248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540529663800588978.post-71511434744234220512010-09-24T17:05:00.001-07:002010-09-24T17:05:55.002-07:00Just do your job<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=86x-u-tz0MA&feature=player_embedded"></a>ellessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129214197689719248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540529663800588978.post-26709392736146979832010-09-07T22:29:00.000-07:002010-09-07T22:31:20.811-07:00A favourite,<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 32); font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"><table align="CENTER" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"><tbody><tr><td> </td></tr><tr><td><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I</span><span style="font-size:-1;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">NTO</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> my heart on air that kills</span></td><td><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><a name="1"></a></span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> From yon far country blows:</span></td><td><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><a name="2"></a></span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">What are those blue remembered hills,</span></td><td><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><a name="3"></a></span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> What spires, what farms are those?</span></td><td><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><a name="4"></a></span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /><br /></span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">That is the land of lost content,</span></td><td valign="TOP" align="RIGHT"><span style="font-size:-2;"><a name="5"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> 5</span></i></a></span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> I see it shining plain,</span></td><td><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><a name="6"></a></span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">The happy highways where I went</span></td><td><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><a name="7"></a></span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> And cannot come again.</span></td><td><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><a name="8"></a></span></td></tr><tr><td> </td></tr></tbody></table></span><blockquote></blockquote>ellessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129214197689719248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540529663800588978.post-69956994731987908492010-08-28T00:19:00.000-07:002010-08-28T00:47:11.935-07:00practice.<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times;"><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">It was really nice to meet up with some friends of mine I hadn't seen for a while. Meggan, Tasha, Eric and Suki who had been studying theatre in New York for the previous two months- and Carrie Colton who was</span></span></span></span></div><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> about to set forth on her own adventure doing theatre in Hong Kong. </span></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">We all talked about the thing we all love to talk about the most, that being theatre, and the plans & hopes we had for a theatre of our own unique workings. A balance of art & spirit, which we have all believed to be one & the same. My good friend Hye Soo brought up a point about what a good exercise it would be to try to write a monologue a day- just be working on some form of art a day. Be it gathering monologues, my friend Chris Bodily (</span></span></span></span><a href="http://hatrobot.tumblr.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">http://hatrobot.tumblr.com/</span></span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">) who's for the past year & a half or so has been doing a sketch journal.<br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">So here it goes- nothing at all to that scale. But you know.... practice. </span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">This is a situation that happened to me today- in a new segment I'm gonna call:</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">The art in Others...</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">1. Theology @ a trainstop</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I left work today and walked to the trax station and took a look @ my seating prospects. Farthest seat away from me sat a larger grey haired man with a bit of a gut who was starring at me vs. two ladies nearest me with laugh lines. I took the seat next to the women and quickly plugged</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> in. I had my iPod in as always and was plugged into whatever- it was on shuffle as I had no clue what I wanted to listen to. A few moments later two older men came around the corner and joined the ladies, their wives obviously and so I scooted over towar</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">ds </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Señor Stares-a-lot. The elderly men take the seats graciously, one of them saying to me "May there be jewels in your crown."</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I had never heard that expression before. </span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Paul McCartney was playing at that time. </span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"What are you listening to?" asked</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> Señor.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Oh.... Paul McCartney. Flaming Pie..."</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">He went on to talk about the fact that I didn't have an instrumental piece of Paul's. A song that I guess played while the Berlin Wall was being torn down. I didn't feel to uncomfortable surprisingly- he didn't intimidate me and I didn't feel too unsettled, even though I realized as he continued to talk to me he lacked a few social practices- but who am I to social practices?</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">He told me he was alien. I said I was too, being resident alien. He learned I was Canadian and that I was a dual citizen. He said he was too- he was a citizen to the state & to the federal government- and that in truth I was a triple citizen. </span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">He told me he was alien and from a different universe- the universe of Kolob where God lives- and where we are all from. </span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Are you Mormon?"</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Yes." I replied.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Oh well then you know all about that." He concluded. </span></span></span></span></span></div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 351px;" src="http://noordinaryfool.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/away-we-go-movie-poster.jpg?w=228&h=354" border="0" alt="" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">He told me about how a proper country should be run- with three figures. Religion, Corporations & Government. A woman in a purple dress was Religion- and there was some significance in the colour of her dress whether the cause/religion was just or not. The beast was Government, an ox or bison or something like that..... I don't remember what Corporation was.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Then something he said struck me.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">He said that "Everything man touches fails, and is not for good."</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Withou</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">t really thinking I replied. "At least the intention for the most part is good, people try. That's what counts I think."</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">He thought at that for a moment.... and continued on in his rantings. That in revelations the first thing they saw coming out of the ground was sheep- sheep with two horns...</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">My mind began to wander about what he had said. Lines from the movie </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Away We Go</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> came to my mind:</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Everything's already broken, so why don't we just keep on breaking it again and again?"</span></span></blockquote></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">He kept talking and I starred across the street. In front of Abravanel Hall there is a water fountain of a diagonal </span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">jets spurting out water. A black & white dog was happily running through this fountain, snapping and biting each </span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">of the jets streams in turn- each one more entertaining and taunting than the one before. His owner watched him, </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">resting in the shade with his bike. The dog ran back and fourth, biting, drinking and cooling off in the cold water.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">You could tell the dog was having his idea of a perfect afternoon. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Look at what fun that dog's having." I told the man. He looked at the dog for a moment, and continued on. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">A korean woman holding two year old passed me at that moment, the elderly men to my right each got up and offered</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">the mother their seat. The woman sat appreciatively and the ladies quickly began playing & squeezing the boy. The mother looked grateful. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">The man continued onward- ranting and stating matter-a-factly the failing case the world was. My optimism took</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">a point.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Things tend to be quite simple.</span></span></span></div></div></span>ellessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129214197689719248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540529663800588978.post-24765340815869628712010-07-25T20:58:00.000-07:002010-07-26T14:11:50.579-07:00Obviously...<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As you can see I'm choosing to retool my blog. It was in need of a renovation- perhaps that would inspire me to want to write more. I took a little blog hiatus but the time has come to give it new life again...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A few things that you may have missed since the last night I wrote in- we're gonna do this in bullets:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-attended and finished ACTF. My dear friend Suki received a thousand dollar scholarship to attend a Playwrighting/Directing/Acting New Works workshop for two months in New York City for it. (where she is currently at as I type)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-Hye Soo & Eric combined their lives together and were married beginning of this year- they are now pregnant and are expecting a baby boy @ the end of this year.<br /><br />-I finally got a job, two in fact. I currently am working as a Ticket Agent for Utah Symphony/Utah Opera, AND as Front of House Manager @ the Deer Valley Music Festival up in Park City Utah on the weekends.<br /><br />-Learned how to ride a motorcycle<br />-Alison finally finished Harry Potter<br />-Discovered Dirpy.com<br />-Ali & Dan got some chickens so we've all been getting rural.<br /><br />-I was in my first paid professional gig this last Spring (first of many let's hope). Meat & Potato Co. production of <span style="font-style: italic;">Everyman</span> and we performed for three weeks @ the Rose Wagner Theater downtown. I played the roles of 2nd Horseman (War), God, Goods, and a Devil.<br /><br />Anything else important? Been on two dates, took two trips to Canada, visited my old home in Washington.... a little over two weeks ago my best friend, my little white dog Keemo went on ahead and we put him to sleep. It was very hard but a perfect send off to the friend who's been a tender mercy for me & my family since he came into our lives fifteen years ago.<br />Finished <span style="font-style: italic;">Lovely Bones</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Wuthering Heights</span>, & am now starting my Jane Austen's with<span style="font-style: italic;"> Northanger Abbey</span>. Attended some concerts: Ben Folds, The Twilight Sad, Beirut & the worst concert ever- Modest Mouse. (They performed great when you could hear 'em- the crowd was awful!)<br />With my new job I'm staying true and loyal to my goal to move to London in about a year and a half. I had to add 6 months to that goal as it took me sixth months to actually find a job...<br />I'm going to start to make weekly goals to stay on track with some of the creative projects that I've wanted to undertake. For example, my Music Blog that I mentioned last February is well on it's way and I should be adding information on a new band within this week... but I also want to get started on my Family Monologues.<br /><br />So a bunch of projects- but that'll be good as I've got some time to kill.<br /><br /><br /></span></span>ellessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129214197689719248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540529663800588978.post-7126117576588925352010-02-20T11:28:00.000-08:002010-02-20T12:09:00.256-08:00Music Review Blog_check<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Project one is well on it's way! I've mentioned earlier that one of my projects for this year was to create two writing projects- and one of them is on it's feet- the bones are there & it's ready to go. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I've created a 'Tumblr' account for it- and every month I will be adding my grammatical error'd reviews for albums, new artists (maybe artists that aren't new but I think deserve a closer look) movie scores- all that good stuff. So if you're interested- if you can stand all my comma slices- then please come check out my new music review blog.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://hear--here.tumblr.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">hear--here.tumblr.com</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As far as life goes- it's tao. I'm back from my month's excursion in Cedar City- preforming 'Origins' @ ACTF at Dixie State and @ UVU. Performing it at UVU again next Saturday. Got my Neil Simon Festival callbacks next saturday @ BYU. Obviously have enough time on my hands to create my music blog- one of the writing projects I want under my belt- got a job interview for a job here in Salt Lake- excited for my sister to come home today as she's been with her husbands family down in Texas. Mom & I are enjoying the Olympics', watching Canada sweep the Olympics' as usual. My Keemo is looking healthy, better than when first came home from Cedar-</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So things are good- to be expected. </span></span></div>ellessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129214197689719248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540529663800588978.post-42886947857643408282010-02-07T21:00:00.000-08:002010-02-07T21:47:05.260-08:00Future creative plans-<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small;">Alright- so I've been inspired.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">Two projects.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">Two new different blogs.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">For quite sometime I've had some idea's that I wanted to put into practice. Recently a friend of mine after hearing previously stated wishes simply told me: well then you should do it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">Funny that all I needed was that phrase to get started. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">So I'm doing it. Two new blogs, the first: a music blog. With each entry that I've done with 'P.L.A.Y' there's been a bit of music bit @ the end but I want to do a full out Music review blog- where the music (that I investigate monthly anyway) will be review and processed by me- that people can read if they so choose.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">The second blog project is one a little more personal to me. I shall be creating a blog/book of my family. A family history organized & displayed through monologues. Recently I was in a production called 'Origins; a Source, a Beginning' (I think I've mentioned it before). It recently has been remounted and preformed at UTA (Utah Thespian Association) and will performing next week @ the American College Theatre Festival (which I competed in last year). Yes I am out of college now- but this was submitted before I graduated back from when we did it last April. 'Origins' was where each of us (seven girls) wrote about our 'Origin' one of our defining moments from our lives- I discussed growing up & my family. Since then I have been inspired- with the amount of dried skeletons in my family's closest, things needed to be exercised. Nothing too personal- that my siblings or parents or anything would disagree with.... all monologues about the family and family members, all from one point of view. Some will be beautiful- some will be sad. It will be my family.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">I'm really excited to write it, I've already written a few. Eventually I'll put it into a book or publish it or something.... it's enough to write about. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">SO those are my plans- I just thought I'd update this blog and & let my few readers or whoever' interested hear some of my future plans. I'm currently in Cedar for one more week- attending ACTF like I stated earlier in St. George @ Dixie State college. All of us are real depressed it's not in California like the last two years. Tomorrow would have meant Disneyland, a tradition it's been for us all to go on the first day (registration "nothing happening" day) at ACTF (which stands for the American College Theatre Festival, for those who don't know). A week of plays, performances, competitions & for me 'Origins' & 'Next Step' auditions- where I'll be able to have one audition for like 15 representatives of Theatre Company's around the region 8 area. So here's my fingers crossed for a summer acting gig!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">My heart & well wishes go out to my family at this time, especially my mom, keemo (losing weight as ever) & my sister who've been sick since I've left. Strep, bronchitus- the works it seems like.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">Alison- keep up with the Harry Potter (reading it for the first time!)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">Hope all of you are well- and again, I'll try to be better with the bloggings. Expect the new projects I spoke of to surface sometime in the next month- names yet to be chosen.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">Signing out!</span></div>ellessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129214197689719248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540529663800588978.post-67543922860945957592009-12-02T19:03:00.000-08:002009-12-02T19:04:19.660-08:00Ever contradictory<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "></span></div><blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; ">The role of contradiction is apparent in the changes of direction Brook himself has chosen throughout his career, through Shakespeare, commercial comedy, television, cinema and opera: ‘I’ve really spent all my working life in looking for opposites,’ Brook suggested in an interview with <i>The Times</i>. ‘This is a dialectical principle of finding a reality through opposites.’<sup><span style="font-size:-1;">38</span></sup> He emphasises the role of contradiction as a means of awakening understanding, taking Elizabethan drama as an example: ‘Elizabethan drama was exposure, it was confrontation, it was contradiction and it led to analysis, involvement, recognition and, eventually, to an awakening of understanding.’<sup><span style="font-size:-1;">39</span></sup> Contradiction is not destructive, but a balancing force. It has its role to play in the genesis of all processes. The absence of contradiction would lead to general homogenisation, a dwindling of energy and eventual death. ‘Whatever contains contradiction … contains the world,’ claims Lupasco, whose conclusions are based on quantum physics.<sup><span style="font-size:-1;">40</span></sup> Brook points out the constructive role of negation in the theatre of Beckett: ‘Beckett does not say ‘no’ with satisfaction: he forges his merciless ‘no’ out of a longing for ‘yes,’ and so his despair is the negative from which the contour of its opposite can be drawn.</span></div><div></div></blockquote><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>yup. That's how I feel.</span></span>ellessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129214197689719248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540529663800588978.post-32973881917225708162009-11-07T11:48:00.000-08:002009-11-30T20:45:59.528-08:00Light Before We Land<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">In cases such as these I'd like a hand</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Don't wake me up without a master plan<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">With silence I'm becoming fragile <br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Don't you understand?<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">When things that once were beautiful<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Are bland<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">And when I feel like I can feel once again<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Let me stay awhile<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Soak it in awhile<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">If we can hold on we can fix what is wrong<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Buy a little time<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">For this head of mine<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Haven for us<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">In truth there is no better place to be<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Than falling out of darkness still to see<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Without a premonition<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Could you tell me where we stand?<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I'd hate to lose this light<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Before we land<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">And when I feel like I can feel once again<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Let me stay awhile<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Soak it in awhile<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">If we can hold on we can fix what is wrong<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Buy a little time<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">For this head of mine<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Haven for us<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Before we let euphoria<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Convince us we are free<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Remind us how we used to feel<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Before when life was real<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">And when I feel like I can feel once again<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Let me stay awhile<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Soak it in awhile<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">If we can hold on we can fix what is wrong<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Buy a little time<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">For this head of mine<br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Haven for us <br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">If you'd like to hear this actual song- scroll down to the very bottom. It's on my playlist (towards the bottom). Enjoy!</span></span></div></span>ellessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129214197689719248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540529663800588978.post-87046035756157850742009-11-04T18:20:00.001-08:002009-11-05T14:32:09.723-08:00Promised Conclusion of Hiatus!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOUFIE!!<br /></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I've been gone (absent) from my blog for quite some time. I've probably killed off all of two followers that I think used to read my blog and keep up with me- IT'S TIME TO GET 'EM BACK!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I want my blog back and so I will be getting it back in gear. That means writing @ least once a week- and updating some of the old things and stuff. Things change. Things progress. That's good.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So just a few things that are new... hmmm....</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm still in Cedar City Utah but that soon will change as I will be moving up to SLC in</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> December. How permanent will that be? Depends.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I've auditioned for the Utah Shakespearean traveling tour- which would be oh so sweet! It would be from January-April, and it would go through Utah, Nevada, Idaho, Arizona and parts of California. I'D GET PAID TO fool around & act. Making money is priority 1 these days, so that would be great.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So yeah. Maybe one of the reasons that I didn't post so many things is not much has been going on lately. I'm still working in the box office of the Utah Shakespearean Festival- and I'm participating in an independent project with some of my friends here @ SUU in a production called </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Life without Parole</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. </span></span></div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgncZjZnA3t_Cvbw9a8vTpESBqFbdQJbZDZ3-GlVSCdMBBXk7M-1vfoTg_r5mUc2iQDpIm_fISsGEN-cpCCm9O4FGyW14UwtviT1jTBBiAJMJ_yJibfNrUvFEcHJwrPSWbtaa5bzo9Vu4Y/s320/chelsea&e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400750731198540866" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It's a play based on brief interviews with female convicts who've been victims of domestic abuse. I play Helen Broker who is up for parole and has to plead her case. There are five main beautiful stories that all bleed together towards the end of the show & it's been very rewarding.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDXAyNNJSFcfxWqZ0XDAgKi0xNj4l_MRfQLxu-Ejn-6SPyDRepuJmkmb-cgJwURDGXkPbmMrBJTik_6L7MoLrNuN1JUYiWWb16uoAWB_pMqErWyJO9AYQUaN094ctdzcgPrn1bn3o11JY/s400/chelsea&e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400444277843632498" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And to be honest I should really get back to memorizing... </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We go up next weekend. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And as with time a lot has changed & a lot has stayed exactly the same. I'm excited to go to my sisters... I think 3rd Annual Adoption Walk. It's this Saturday in Salt Lake City. I'm looking forward to seeing my family and seeing PINBACK on November 7th @ the Depot. That should be really fun & I'll put up pictures. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So again- nothing much to talk about- and that makes for riveting blog entries I'm sure. I just basically wanted to update all those that do read this- that more riveting blog entries will be coming soon. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">WHAT I HEAR:</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">(what I'm listening to as of now)</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh780G8-6Elx27pDzmDbSKnyAKHdtA0NS3Glf-sYq7Vs9ofzwSHGcrcnRHHyPXtAeiRq12xFBvrz-zzkA8jbfOt7Us7t2vXl9D0cEzCDSsz5RcFXmCU0wRvGt5T-kO9wpCmXZlrAhEqEio/s200/chelsea&e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400448442675834898" /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">MUSE</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The Resistance</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">(released September 09)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxn30-hQdTBwSb35BudRzIf9M30qqnSy15wRFDjT6B39pav6__SOxR0q_DhTt4qjtN9SJEI_A1FqzyucAabkceBz-CWMpyjkBP4zy0mZ28kLGWhWXH-KWN9hpToeLizdT3xEniBfToRkg/s200/chelsea&e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400450531218666834" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">GRIZZLY BEAR</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Veckatimest</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">(released May 09)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>ellessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129214197689719248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540529663800588978.post-23398964841076392432009-06-07T00:08:00.001-07:002009-11-06T01:03:06.360-08:00Random Story, Seeking Second Chances<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Pay no attention to this, unless you want to take the time to read it. It is just something from 'Braid' that I wanted to keep.</span></span><div><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"></span></span></pre></div><blockquote><div><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Chapter 1 </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">At a cafe on a bright plaza, most customers sit back, feeling the warmth of the sun, enjoying their cold drinks. But not Tim - he barely notices the sun, </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">doesn't really taste his coffee. For him this corner affords a good view of the city, and in the teetering of the passers-by, in the arc of a shop-girl's </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">hand as she displays tea to an interested gentleman, Tim hopes to see clues. </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">That night at the cinema, fictitious adventurers lunge implausibly across the screen. The audience here is mixed. </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Some are patrons of the cafe, now sitting excitedly in the plush chairs, eager for another new flavor, for distraction from the boredom of their </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">easy lives. Other seats hold fisherman and farm workers, hoping to forget their toils and rest their hands. Tim is here too, but he is scrutinizing </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">the gloss on the lips on the screen, measuring the angle of the plume of a distant helicopter crash. He thinks he discerns a message, when the cinema</span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> closes and most of the audience strolls down the plaza to the south, Tim goes north. People like Tim seem to live oppositely from the other residents</span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> of the city. Tide and riptide, flowing against each other. Tim wants, like nothing else, to find the Princess, to know her at last. For Tim this would</span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> be momentous, sparking an intense light that embraces the world, a light that reveals the secrets long kept from us, that illuminates - or materializes! -</span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> a final palace where we can exist in peace. But how would this be perceived by the other residents of the city, in the world that flows contrariwise? </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">The light would be intense and warm at the beginning, but then flicker down to nothing, taking the castle with it; it would be like burning down the </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">place we've always called home, where we played so innocently as children. Destroying all hope of safety, forever. </span></span></pre><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Chapter 2: Time and Forgiveness </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times;"><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Tim is off on a search to rescue the Princess. She has been snatched by a horrible and evil monster. This happened because Tim made a mistake. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Not just one. He made many mistakes during the time they spent together, all those years ago. Memories of their relationship have become muddled, </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">replaced wholesale, but one remains clear: the princess turning sharply away, her braid lashing at him with contempt. </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">He knows she tried to be forgiving, but who can just shrug away a guilty lie, a stab in the back? Such a mistake will change a relationship irreversibly, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">even if we have learned from the mistake and would never repeat it. The princess's eyes grew narrower. She became more distant. </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Our world, with its rules of causality, has trained us to be miserly with forgiveness. By forgiving them too readily, we can be badly hurt. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">But if we've learned from a mistake and became better for it, shouldn't we be rewarded for the learning, rather than punished for the mistake?" </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"What if our world worked differently? Suppose we could tell her: 'I didn't mean what I just said,' and she would say: 'It's okay, I understand,' and she would not turn away, </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">and life would really proceed as though we had never said that thing? We could remove the damage but still be wiser for the experience." </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> "Tim and the Princess lounge in the castle garden, laughing together, giving names to the colorful birds. Their mistakes are hidden from each other,</span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> tucked away between the folds of time, safe. </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Chapter 3: Time and Mystery</span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">All those years ago, Time had left the Princess behind. </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">He had kissed her on the neck, picked up his travel bag, and walked out the door. He regrets this, to a degree. Now he's journeying to find her again, </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">to show her knows how sad it was, but also to tell her how good it was. For a long time, he thought they had been cultivating the perfect relationship. </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">He had been fiercely protective, reversing all his mistakes so they would not touch her. Likewise, keeping a tight rein on her own mistakes, </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">she always pleased him. </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">But to be fully couched within the comfort of a friend is a mode of existence with severe implications. </span></span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">To please you perfectly, she must understand you perfectly. Thus you cannot defy her expectations or escape her reach.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Her benevolence has circumscribed you, and your life's achievements will not reach beyond the map she has drawn." "Tim needed to </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">be non-manipulable. He needed a hope of transcendence. He needed, sometimes, to be immune to the Princess's caring touch. </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Off in the distance, Tim saw a castle where the flags flutter even when the wind has expired, and the bread in the kitchen is always warm. </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">A little bit of magic.</span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> "Chapter 4: Time and Place" </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Visiting his home for a holiday meal, Tim felt as though he had regressed to those long-ago years when he lived under </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">their roof, oppressed by their insistence on upholding strange values which, to him, were meaningless. Back then, bickering would erupt over drops of </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">gravy spilt onto the tablecloth." "Escaping, Tim walked in the cool air toward the university he'd attended after moving out of his parent's home. </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">As he distanced himself from that troubling house, he felt the embarrassment of childhood fading into the past. But now he stepped into all the </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">insecurities he'd felt at the university, all the panic of walking a social tightrope." "Tim only felt relieved after the whole visit was over, </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">sitting back home in the present, steeped in contrast he saw how he'd improved so much from those old days. This improvement, day by day, </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">takes him ever-closer to finding the Princess. If she exists - she must! - she will transform him, and everyone. He felt on his trip that every place</span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> stirs up an emotion, and every emotion invokes a memory: a time and location. So couldn't he find the Princess now, tonight, just by wandering </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">from place to place and noticing how he feels? A trail of feelings, of awe and inspiration, should lead him to that castle in the future her arms </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">enclosing him, her scent fills him with excitement, creates a moment so strong he can remember it in the past. Immediately Tim walked out his</span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> door, the next morning, toward whatever the new day held. He felt something like optimism. </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Chapter 5: Time and Decision</span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">She never understood the impulses that drove him, never quite felt the intensity that, over time, chiseled lines into </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">his face. She never quite felt close enough to him - but he held her as though she were, whispered into her ear words that only a soul mate should receive.</span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> Over the remnants of dinner, they both knew the time had come. He would have said: 'I have to go find the Princess,' but he didn't need to. Giving a final kiss, hoisting a travel bag to his shoulder, he walked out the door. Through all the nights that followed, she still loved him as though he stayed, to </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">comfort her and protect her, Princess be damned. </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Chapter 6: Hesitance</span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Perhaps in a perfect world, the ring would be a symbol of happiness. </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">It's a sign of ceaselessness devotion: even if he will never find the Princess, he will always be trying. He still will wear the ring. But the thing makes</span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> its presence known. It shines out to others like a beacon of warning. It makes people slow to approach. Suspicion, distrust. Interactions are torpedoed</span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> before Tim can open his mouth." "In time he learns to deal with the others carefully. He matches their hesitant pace, tracing a soft path through their</span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> defenses. But this exhausts him, and it only works to a limited degree. It doesn't get him what he needs. Tim begins to hide the ring in his pocket.</span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> But he can hardly bear it - too long tucked away, that part of him might suffocate. </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Epilogue </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">The boy called for the girl to follow him, and he took her hand. He would protect her; they would make their way through this oppressive castle, </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">fighting off the creatures made of smoke and doubt, escaping to a life of freedom. The boy wanted to protect the girl. He held her hand, or put his </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">arm around her shoulders in a walking embrace, to help her feel supported and close to him amid the impersonal throngs of Manhattan. They turned </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">and made their way toward the Canal St. subway station, and he picked a path through the jostling crowd. He worked his ruler and his compass. He</span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> inferred. He deduced. He scrutinized the fall of an apple, the twisting of metal orbs hanging from a thread. He was searching for the Princess, and </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">he would not stop until he found her, for he was hungry. He cut rats into pieces to examine their brains, implanted tungsten posts into the skulls of</span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> water-starved monkeys. He scrutinized the fall of an apple, the twisting of metal orbs hanging from a thread. Through these clues he would find the </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Princess, see her face. After an especially fervent night of tinkering, he kneeled behind a bunker in the desert; he held a piece of welder's glass up to</span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> his eyes and waited. On that moment hung eternity. Time stood still. Space contracted to a pinpoint. It was as though the earth had opened and </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">the skies split. One felt as though he had been privileged to witness the Birth of the World... Someone near him said: 'It worked.'</span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"Someone else said: 'Now we are all sons of bitches.'" </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">The candy store. Everything he wanted was on the opposite side of that pane of glass. The store was decorated in bright colors, and the scents wafting</span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> out drove him crazy. He tried to rush for the door, or just get closer to the glass, but he couldn't. She held him back with great strength. Why </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">would she hold him back? How might he break free of her grasp? He considered violence. He cannot say he has understood all of this. Possibly he's </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">more confused now than ever. But all these moments he's contemplated - something has occurred. The moments feel substantial in his mind, </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">like stones. Kneeling, reaching down toward the closest one, running his hand across it, he finds it smooth, and slightly cold. He tests the stone's </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">weight; he finds he can lift in, and the others too. He can fit them together to create a foundation, an embankment, a castle. To build a castle </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">of appropriate size, he will need a great many stones. But what he's got now, feels like an acceptable start... </span></span></pre><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">The End</span></span></pre></span></div></blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times;"><pre><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"></span></span></pre></span></div>ellessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129214197689719248noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540529663800588978.post-22036336981259228872009-05-28T22:09:00.000-07:002009-05-28T22:26:50.193-07:00Quote<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><blockquote>"[Pinter]... continues to inspire me by his fearless examination of men and women while searching for answers, hoping for change, raging for equality-- but never ducking for cover. Who can ask for more? What I really admire about Pinter's work-- and strive for in my own-- is that the point of it is not merely to upset people, but that what's being addressed is worth getting upset over." -Neil Labute</blockquote>As always I'm delving deeper and deeper into one of my favorite playwrights, Neil Labute. He stings, boy I'll tell ya, but I really just love him. People have favorite authors, works they like to read, and Neil Labute is sure one of my favorite playwrights. So far I've read:</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">-Fat Pig</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">-Shape of Things</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">-Some Girls </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">-Reasons to be Pretty</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">-Wrecks</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">-The Distance from Here</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">-Autobahn</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">... and most of Bash... and am currently reading 'This is How It Goes'. Though some would argue that he is too brutal and that is plays are too truthful at showing life as it is, I would argue that Labute show's us the natural man yes, but that the flaws can be re-arranged... if only we wanted to improve.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /><br /></span></div>ellessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129214197689719248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540529663800588978.post-48505954512470140532009-05-19T17:11:00.000-07:002009-12-03T13:27:17.690-08:00Blogs are Back!<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It's been so long!!</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But I am writing to you now with many new changes... ha ha I was about to type 'many new changes under my belt' but no, not </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">that</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> many changes, ha ha, but changes nonetheless. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">One of the biggest changes is that I GRADUATED! Yeah, a bachelors in Performing Arts in Theatre performance with a minor in History. I'm not going to lie, last semester was a real hard one. (That's what you get for taking 21 credits) and taking some time off school is really something I plan on enjoying.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Which means.... enter working world. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"</span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ellesse</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, what are your plans?"</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm working at the ticket office (actually as a supervisor) again at the Utah Shakespearean Festival and will work the summer & fall season. I plan to move back to Salt Lake City and find a job (hopefully theatre related) in December after the season ends. So like I said, hopefully find a job theatre related but my main goal these days (this next year really) will be 'make money'. With luck, it will be an easy goal to accomplish to get nearer to my ultimate goal- Moving to London.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I estimate to have enough money by the end of next summer, so that's my tentative plan. I know plans are made, and then life takes a look @ those plans and shakes everything up, but hey... you have to have a plan and that's mine. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But many things have happened- my dear friend Alex and beloved cousin </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Talmage</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> left on missions. I went on a CRUISE! Yes, it was a wonderful cruise some friends and I went on to Catalina & also planned to go to </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ensenada</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> but with all the scary things happening in Mexico these days decided against it. It departed from San Diego, my first time in that city but I really didn't get to see much of it to be honest, and we left last </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">monday</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> and stayed overnight in Vegas @ a friends house. It was nice going around the strip and getting hit on by greasy Elvis impersonators. We arrived the next day in San Diego. It was on the Carnival Elation and let me tell you, it was the life. Doing what you want, seeing some really cheesy entertainment, hanging & sunbathing with friends, eating, eating, eating, eating... oh and don't forget seeing a bunch of rather large people and parts of their bodies in swimming suits that I didn't wish to see, ever...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">at all in my life. But yeah, it was fabulous. And I plan to post pictures up soon. Most of them I'll steal from my friends on </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">facebook</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> as I didn't take my camera (I can't find my battery/battery charger).</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So not really much to complain of these days- I'm back at work learning the ropes to become a supervisor as my boss will be having twins. My old London program is back in London currently, making me quite depressed. They saw </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Warhorse</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> last week and they'll be seeing </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Waiting for Godot </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">with Sir </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">McKellen</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> this Saturday and I just can't stand it. I'm gonna beg to be flown out there for like a weekend just to see </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Warhorse</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> alone, I want to see it so badly. </span></span><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-bni4QqSv4&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-bni4QqSv4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />Its a wonderful play which is basically saving the theatre scene economically over in London, with it's remounted production currently going on in the West End, it originally went up on the Olivier Stage of the National Theatre. About a horse and his boy, and the horse is pulled to be one of the horses in the front line during WWI.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On top of that, friends are coming and going, and I'm just working. I hoping to get time off to go to Canada with the </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">fam</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> for 1st of July so keep your fingers crossed..</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Oh AND I SPRAINED my ankle! I was on my way to church (hurray, I can finally go to church I haven't gone in like 3 weeks) and what do I do? I look to the left step off a curb and totally POP. Hurt real bad, and this guy came over and gave me a ride home. It actually would have been a cute moment had I not been so pathetic. Since then I've been living at my friend's house for company. So yeah, I'm Richard III. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My life probably won't be </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">that</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> exciting, not too much to report weekly but I do want to keep people updated who wish to be. Look forward to seeing a blog every two weeks or so... again I'll be at the festival and online almost everyday, all day. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Love you whoever you are,</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-</span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ellessie</span></span></span></span></div>ellessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129214197689719248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540529663800588978.post-39459938460161123802009-02-16T13:23:00.000-08:002009-02-17T13:23:19.077-08:00-ACTF- The Spirit is spoken on Stage!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Another week has gone by full of chaos and humor and I thought I'd take a moment to kind of catch my breath and write down all of the proceedings of what went down. As most of you probably know if you've been caught up with me at all or read the last blog, this last week I spent down in Fullerton California @ the American College Theatre Festival. Five days of workshops, plays, competing and sweet sweet theatre.<br /><br /><strong>MON:</strong> We all headed out early Monday morning, ended up leaving around 4:15am so it was good that we decided to meet so early. The weather driving down was crazy!! I kept falling asleep and waking up in an entirely new climate. I woke up just before Baker at one point and we were at a standstill in a complete snow storm. Finally as that afternoon rolled around we arrive in Anaheim and went to DISNEYLAND! It was rather cold and raining during periods but it was nice to have this slow day with so many of my friends. I went on a lot of rides I hadn't been able to for a while, like all the story book ones...I got pixie dust sprinkled on me, got to go on Small World again, first time in like 5 years, and it was just a really nice day. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjwZBVEajcdkLOsBLXSEtmUBhODr3hjgaXETyTD4u4UgMgpUPQRW4pqnL6sdvwNx1mvykXY8CmIi6FUidHzNcnO6qBQ93NaI19gIQrQb_G9DB_trCNavO6F83GNbM7J2WhA5_AZJtKDS0/s1600-h/n1557660038_30179198_3904.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303532981586437186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjwZBVEajcdkLOsBLXSEtmUBhODr3hjgaXETyTD4u4UgMgpUPQRW4pqnL6sdvwNx1mvykXY8CmIi6FUidHzNcnO6qBQ93NaI19gIQrQb_G9DB_trCNavO6F83GNbM7J2WhA5_AZJtKDS0/s400/n1557660038_30179198_3904.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong>TUES: </strong>Most of this day was registering, and prepping for the first round of the Irene Ryans. Alex & I performed @ 1pm and it went really well... we got great audience reaction...they even laughed at parts that usually you shouldn't laugh at, and then kept laughing and then were like...wait...that shouldn't be funny but it is. Ed Trujillo was our respondant and I knew something was going on because he had really nit-picky things to say about a lot of the performers in our round, but really liked ours. He said we took a risk with that piece and was really proud with how we were able to connect with each other in such a disjointed scene. For those who are curious, Alex and I did a scene from Neil Labute's <em>Land of the Dead</em>, a short 10min play about two people, man & woman remembering a day that "they'll never forget". In truth our scene is basically two monologues overlapping each other, the same day from a different perspective. Myself going to get an abortion and his account of re-thinking it, and leaving me a message, telling me to not go through with it. My reactions of..."You're too late...you're too late I've already done it." And then missing him.."missing both of them" after he dies later that day during 9/11. yeah...real family piece. But I really love it, I love Neil Labute and how he creates these 'condemned characters' that if you look close enough are really saturated in redemption.<br /><br /><strong>WED:</strong> This was probably my favorite day at the festival. Low key, low stress and I got to see a lot of plays! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKHVT4MLFudFvqhtT3o9s1q21FLOecT7uNHHrk4sf7TQnxDdDfE-0zLJ6wJ9Ipnlsamklcn6YLao_qK9Nm5c-RyquToTv4jaL2xDzEcEeVXAcL9txgJ1AQTihrBCVeKN4W8qbeTJoc67E/s1600-h/673240772.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303542772544297890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKHVT4MLFudFvqhtT3o9s1q21FLOecT7uNHHrk4sf7TQnxDdDfE-0zLJ6wJ9Ipnlsamklcn6YLao_qK9Nm5c-RyquToTv4jaL2xDzEcEeVXAcL9txgJ1AQTihrBCVeKN4W8qbeTJoc67E/s400/673240772.jpg" border="0" /></a>I got to see Diablo Valley College's production of <em>Jesus Hopped the A Train.</em> This production had a lot of language, but I really enjoyed this play. It focused on two inmates, one (Angel) just there temporarily awaiting trial after shooting a cult leader in the butt, who later suffered a heart attack from stress and Lucius on death row after killing 8 people but finding reform & God in prison. Who really learned reformation? Who deserved to die. Great statements were made in this show.<br />"God is a God of convienence. Any day you want to repent and reform yourself, God will be there...He is very convenient."<br />"I'm gonna die, and they're gonna still be angry!" The play screamed to me that reform and redemption is available to anyone, anyone. Just say your sorry, and learn from something. That afternoon we saw Fullerton's WONDERFUL production of Shakespeare's <span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic">As You Like It</span>, which I had actually never seen or read before. I loved it so much! It was such a strong production. Their articulation, understanding of the words and their journey was so on point. (Must be for doing two weeks of table work- just understanding the language). The rest was up to par too, the set & costuming was very impressive.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"> As You Like It </span>quickly rose to my number 3 slot of Shakespeare plays, and that was a student production even. It doesn't happen that often to go to a play and feel all girly and twitterpaited but that's exactly how all the girls and I felt sitting on the first row as Rosalind spoke this to us:<br /></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><div align="center">It is not the fashion to see the lady the epilogue;<br />but it is no more unhandsome than to see the lord<br />the prologue..</div><div align="center">.... O women, for the love<br />you bear to men, to like as much of this play as<br />please you: and I charge you, O men, for the love<br />you bear to women--as I perceive by your simpering,<br />none of you hates them--that between you and the<br />women the play may please. If I were a woman I<br />would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased<br />me, complexions that liked me and breaths that I<br />defied not: and, I am sure, as many as have good<br />beards or good faces or sweet breaths will, for my<br />kind offer, when I make curtsy, bid me farewell.</div><br /><br />After that we hurried over to UVU's production of <em>Nosferatu</em> which I had been anticipating for quite some time. This was by far my favorite production I saw at the festival. I had never seen anything like it. Inspired by London theatre and the growing number of mixed/multi-media productions and inventions being created over there, <em>Nosferatu</em> came along. Basically, we saw all the bones. The audience comes in and see's three random set back drops, cords everywhere, camera's, and one large screen hanging over top. There's no dialogue only the words projected on the screen overhead. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxEgd8ag41wywSB3LTdFyTwxQpfOiKnn_dGuJgUDzgVb0x2OiO_PmsbYFaDuYdW-y1jOL1FQ0DiMNf104AhxqL8F-Yyq0Opt80oKgGp26a1BOQIO9t3wSzPo2-qQh2Wim4i_lZtSbyIq0/s1600-h/0810-01_259.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303539786559286290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxEgd8ag41wywSB3LTdFyTwxQpfOiKnn_dGuJgUDzgVb0x2OiO_PmsbYFaDuYdW-y1jOL1FQ0DiMNf104AhxqL8F-Yyq0Opt80oKgGp26a1BOQIO9t3wSzPo2-qQh2Wim4i_lZtSbyIq0/s400/0810-01_259.jpg" border="0" /></a>The play/movie begins and the actors act out the movie in real time with the techies running everywhere, people holding lights, prepping scenery, filming, and everyone was the performer...everyone was on stage, costumers, prop people, sound board was just buzzing, actors holding up lights and cords...it was incredible. Not only were they re-creating a classic 1922 vampire film before your very eyes, they're also splicing live action performance with footage from the original! It's a mind-bending enterprise, with multiple camera angles and multiple sets being utilized simultaneously to create something I'd never seen before. I went everywhere with my theatre journal of course, and some of the things I wrote down were how...so often it seems like there's a stigma...actors vs. techies, or even stage vs. film...but in this production, film was the weapon. Everything about this was a live stage performance but it was delivered and sustained through a completely new medium. As soon as it was over, I went outside and got in line again, saw it twice..it was so incredible. I was amazed that though they were working within a new medium, it still sustained the vital role of what theatre is <em>supposed</em> to do, which is: inspire discussion, create a catharsis, and carving a path. I fell in love with classical theatre, but more and more ever since London, I am being woo'd by the vast frontier that is the contemporary world.<br /><br /><strong>THURS:</strong> Woke up with the text from Alex.<br />"Congratulations. We're moving on." WHAT?!?<br />Alex and I were lucky enough to make it to the semi-finals. Out of 350 Irene Ryan Competitors, 33 were chosen and we were part of the lucky few. I was so nervous. I did not expect to move on, the whole thing is a dog show anyway and I didn't want to have to deal with the stress. I was honored though, and after I calmed down a bit was excited to have a chance to perform again. That afternoon we saw <em>Fire in the Bones</em> from Weber State all about the life, work & death of William Tynsdale who translated the bible to english from latin, and <em>Don Coyote</em> by Arizona State University, about immigrant coyote's, an interesting play. To finish off the night we watched a production of <em>Life without Parole </em>from Vanguard University of Southern Cali. This play focused on the true stories of five women, victims of domestic abuse who were living out sentences for killing at a correctional institute in Chino. The play in itself kind of had a Vagina Monologue feel with their stories, such sad stories of warning and confusion, overlapping each other. This created an interesting discussion on the way home, but my stomache was already beginning to tie knots.<br /><br /><strong>FRI:</strong> I was so nervous. Alex and I were to perform in the first half of the semi-finals and we were loaded into the back of this 'Little Theatre' Oh..man... going to Fullerton made me so jealous of some of the facilites they had there. Their performing Arts building was huge, they had so many black boxes, and beautiful thrusts, proceniums, and arena theatre's...I was very very envious. We performed in the 'Little Theatre' and spent about an hour fretting and working ourselves up with the rest of the semi-finalists. Man...did I learn some interesting warm ups to say the least. Dang theatre kids, trying to get comfortable, touching each other and what not. Anyway it's gonna make for some funny impressions. Alex and I could do nothing but stare at most of them. We peformed, not quite as great as our first time, our rhythm was a little different, but I am still very proud of our performance and how it landed. We went to the performance of the play <em>Heartland </em>from MiraCosta College, a student written submission that was...alright. The set was pretty cool, based on true stories from World War II, “Heartland” deals with an often-forgotten aspect of the war: the mistreatment of and prejudice against German-American immigrants. To finnish the night Meggan, Tasha, Katilin, Jen & I went out to the Spaghetti factory got some dinner, and spent the rest of the night thawing out at the hotel's hot tub.<br /><br /><strong>SAT:</strong> This was a nice low key day, stared off the day late...packed and got some things wrapped up. That afternoon we went to California State East Bay University's production of <em>Tongues</em> by Sam Shepard, this was another theatre experience (if you could call it "theatre") that I had ever seen before. It was more in the performance art genre, a mix between poetry "long verse"/theatre/ and dance. It spoke different things to different people, but the audience/performer line was very thin. As we were lining up to see the show, about 8 performers, of diverse ethnicities, diverse abilities, line up (some being pushed in wheelchairs) and started to march, playing drums, banjo's, trombones...dusty, dirty, in browns & creams- they were the dead.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisXr5ov4ChhWfCN5H5xEDWHcdjyjbom1cVVo4oSek4drlnp_u4GYerSuvychHTacC5sz2MBl41DHzUUWBtSXoZvVNepy26aa_c5al3IUIizK6Rk35phvJMyyceIca96zxNQhV2HMJaZcA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303524636795391522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisXr5ov4ChhWfCN5H5xEDWHcdjyjbom1cVVo4oSek4drlnp_u4GYerSuvychHTacC5sz2MBl41DHzUUWBtSXoZvVNepy26aa_c5al3IUIizK6Rk35phvJMyyceIca96zxNQhV2HMJaZcA/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br />"Who will be the voice of the dead?" Random chairs in the audience were reserved and empty with a picture of a deceased love one. Poetry was spoken at times, along with dance...it made me think of the scripture, 2 Nephi 2:25 "...and men are that they might have joy." Except I kept thinking, "that they might <em>find</em> joy." Heavenly Father has certainly blessed me enough with the courage and support to find my joy. The play kept reminding me about how we came down to this earth in part to gain a body...about what happens with his bag of skin when we die...and if it was to come with us, be nothing but body & spirit, how sometimes all it could do would be to dance for joy...dance for confusion? Dance just to dance. The play had lines like:<br />"You are dead. Everything that you left unfinnished, will now remain permanantly unfinnished. You are entirely dead."<br />"They kept telling me, I'm gonna find peace. It's gonna get better."<br />Some of the poetry was full of peace, some despair, some just confusion.<br />"Today the tree bloomed without a word," he says. "Tonight I'm learning its language."<br />Here are to clips so you can kind of get an idea of what I'm talking about...the wheelchair performer's themselves were pretty amazing:<br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nGYRoJ84Fks&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nGYRoJ84Fks&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />AND<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1SyLf9ntof0&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1SyLf9ntof0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />It was incredible. After that we got a bite to eat @ In-n-Out burger and went to watch the Finalists (16) of them perform. 3 of the Fullerton 'As You Like It' students made it in to the finals, surprise surprise, but over all they were some good and some "how the heck did they get there" performances. I wasn't really paying much attention to their performances however, as we were sitting (on purpose) right behind the judges, which included TONY HALE, a.k.a. BUSTER of <em>Arrested Development</em> fame, and we were freaking out! He was so nice, during intermissoin we got to speak to him, and he was more than nice- he was really outgoing and friendly even. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJobUh2geWSo1rJECPFqhKUuSr39CA4-RNvvjsAhytQnhIOMKf0tqU0CjuRAykhL9C1BsCI45JsQ6OhKSl9TfNfFAat0fyoVopr9qEDXPNAIgs2CCGrV29UvtyhVDbX7llvZN1JlliR0s/s1600-h/n501045838_1293360_8237.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303528788718074690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJobUh2geWSo1rJECPFqhKUuSr39CA4-RNvvjsAhytQnhIOMKf0tqU0CjuRAykhL9C1BsCI45JsQ6OhKSl9TfNfFAat0fyoVopr9qEDXPNAIgs2CCGrV29UvtyhVDbX7llvZN1JlliR0s/s400/n501045838_1293360_8237.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><object height="295" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eo1pkHKHuts&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eo1pkHKHuts&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object><br />We got pictures with him and I kind of stole his water bottle....some friends and I are going to drink it...maybe this time we'll get the Arrested Development-aids instead of disney-aids from when we drank the water of the pirates of the Caribbean ride.<br /><br /><br />I was gonna finish the week with my friend Ammon in San Diego but things didn't line up very well and it would have turned into just a hassle so I headed home with the rest of them. Now that ACTF is over, its time for me to slow down, catch my breath, and get caught back up.</span></span>ellessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129214197689719248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540529663800588978.post-28648070074507354012009-02-08T12:46:00.000-08:002009-02-08T13:20:40.097-08:00And when you thought I had died...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I know! I know!<br />I'm sorry, I should be punished but here you are, finally an update.<br />I will try to be better about this kind of thing I will, but I've barely been treading water these days with school and everything. It's been a month everyone is already swamped... Hussling to get everything accomplished. I've been really busy getting ready for ACTF. That's the American College Theatre Festival that's going on at CAL State in Fullerton California this year. Been preparing for about two months for it and it's finally arrived. ACTF will take place Tues-Sat. and I'm quite excited for it. Especially since tomorrow, Monday, a group of us are going to Disneyland! Disneyland in itself is fun and excited but going with so many of your friends is enough to make anyone happy. Tuesday we check in, and the rest of the week is full of plays, workshops, and competitions. Those nominated for an Irene Ryan (which this year include myself) are responsible for choosing partners, and selecting three scenes...well, ish...to perform. On tuesday my friend Alex & I will be performing our first scene, Neil Labute's <em>Land of the Dead</em>. It's a really good scene, we've worked hard on it and I'm excited that we have the chance to do it even. We're also singing a song from Jason Robert Brown's 'I'd Give it All for You' from '<em>Songs for a New World</em>', and then I'm performing a monologue from Taming of the Shrew. I'm playing the monologue a bit like I saw this last summer when I saw Taming in Stratford-- relying on just the text and performing it-- at as slightly sexist view of Shakespeare. So that's all kept me hopping....we had Night of Absurdism last week where some friends and I performed Beckett's<em> Play</em>, which is a favorite of mine....ever since I've seen it, I've loved the piece and I'm excited to do it. I play the wife.<br /></span><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NdTjRumkT9k&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NdTjRumkT9k&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So I'll be doing that till Saturday and then might join up with my friend Ammon and go to San Diego-- I've never been to San Diego and I wann go. Nothing much new to report, just doing all my course work, (THREE HISTORY classes!) And rehearsals for the show <em>Closer</em> that I'm in. Nothing much else to report, but I'm going to be happy with I can start checking these things off my list.<br /><br />On a random note....and mostly because I want to store it somewhere it won't get lost, I'm posting this little list of things about me.......It's something that was going around facebook for a while "25 Random Things about Self" and I did it...I'm gonna post it up. On another note, slightly relating to that note-- my friend Hye Soo has asked myself and a bunch of my girlfriends to participate in her piece for Directing II, called <em>Origins</em>. Where the woman rights down things about herself, in particular a defining moment that changed her life...I need to start pondering about mine.<br /><br />2. I cannot easily put into words how much music has a role in my life. People know I'm always listening to it but- the reason I adore it so much is that I value the connections I have with people, you know 'those moments', more than anything...and with me, music, fits into my world, into my head, into me, everytime. It's addicting, rarely does anyone fill that space.<br />3. I miss my father every single day. Everything that happened, with that situation, I will be forever grateful for.<br />4. Is my absolute favorite number. I like the way it looks, how it sounds, I was one of four children, my mom was one of four children, her sister had four children, her brother had four children, and her other brother had four children. I want four children....?<br />5. I'm always talking. In my head, I'm always going. I never stop.<br />6. Few people know that when I was young, I had a complete group of people. I would draw them all the time. They had names, hobbies, a world, houses, neighbors, best friends, a school...everything. I had problems sleeping when I was little and I would go through cartoons of them in my head. I draw them every once in a while, but I need to draw them more.<br />7. When I was in the 5th grade, I submitted a drawing to the Seattle Children's Theatre of a favorite play I'd seen, (Alice through the Looking Glass), it and three other pieces were chosen and woven into a giant tapestry that to this day hangs in the lobby of the Seattle Children's Theatre.<br />8. My dog saved me. I love that Keemo.<br />9. I am my own worst enemy when it comes to reckless decisions. Even if I'd want to, my head would follow through and realize it's not the best choice, I just wanna be dumb.<br />10. I've never been in a position to deal out an ultimatum. I really wish I could once.<br />11. Coldplay has a song about returning to a place just to burn it down. I hope one day to return to my house in Washington, buy it back, and fill it with love.<br />12. Favorite scripture: D&C 88:11<br />13. I hate the word produce. hate it. hate it. I also never want to live in Texas ever. I really don't hate Texas, there's nothing wrong with it Shani...I just ...can't live there......I rarely hate anything to be honest. Movies especially. I can always see where they're coming from.<br />14. For the most part, I don't lie anymore.<br />15. I want to name two of my sons Atticus, and Jonas from 'The Giver' (my favorite book).<br />16. I don't think I'm very smart. Don't get me wrong, one of the reasons I think I make a fairly good actress is because I know I see things differently "learn differently" whatever. But I know I'm not smart, not about stuff most people are.<br />17. I am so thankful that my family, my mom especially, made it a priority for our family to always be connected, my cousins are so close to me, thanks to Grandma Lil & Grandpa Holly, Canada, and floats.<br />18. London changed my life. Especially the moment I had with a pigeon. Ask if you're curious. Aren't you curious!?! Every part of me just pulls everyday to go back. I will go back, it's where I want to act. I wanna be Damed.<br />19. The colors for my wedding are inspired from Lord of the Rings, which changed my life.<br />20. Two of the best compliments/hopes I was ever given, that I've always thought about and laid upon were given to me by my father and by a guy stoned out of his mind.<br />21. I don't act to escape from myself, I act to understand myself more. I think trying to escape from who you are is one of the saddest things.<br />22. A young boy (7) at camp I worked at told me that I'd marry a nice guy, but he'd get bored with me. yikes.<br />23. I have fear of mental illness, dark windy country roads, and being forgotten. I am so happy I met you.<br />24. My favorite place in the world is a rusty swing in Southern Alberta.<br />25. I have a family video (the erf angull bideo) that I value so much. One of those things that you'd grab like in a burning building right? It's what I'd imagine heaven will be like, including the ABBA.<br />26. I wanna be chosen. Just once.<br />27. For the most part, I have a lot of peace in my life. I'm really thankful for that. I know everything will be alright for me and for whom I love. My Heavenly Father gave me that peace. When things get hard, I float in that peace. I'm an optimist and a realist....same thing.<br /><br />This may have been the most boring post I've ever put up here, but at least its something of an update right? And like I said, my head is barely above water these days.<br />Love to all of you!<br />Talk to you soon!<br /></span><br /></span>ellessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129214197689719248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540529663800588978.post-70328919509661409202009-01-08T15:07:00.000-08:002009-01-08T15:25:56.961-08:00Time for some Geek-dom<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Just a little Doctor who love.</span><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/og5jGP1_-4Q&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/og5jGP1_-4Q&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-n1fhtyRi3A&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-n1fhtyRi3A&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">This next clip is from probably one of my favorite episodes of Doctor Who, I've ever seen. Season fours, 'Silence in the Library'.</span><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZnZhJNN5aAo&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZnZhJNN5aAo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>ellessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129214197689719248noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540529663800588978.post-41372233122538408272009-01-02T16:05:00.000-08:002009-01-02T16:17:58.255-08:00the ten<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">FIRST OFF HAPPY NEW YEARS!<br />It really was a great year. Lots of learning, growing, and all that barf, friends old & new...it's of course wonderful. I hope all of you had a good year and this next one will only get better.Alrighty.This is something I've wanted to do for long time, and even thought about doing last New Year's but never got around to it, so when I remembered last night driving home @ 4am I figured I would list my 10 top music pick's for '08. And for anyone that knows me, you know that I'm obsessed with music, new favorite band, new favorite song every week. I love this time of year cause that's when all the lists are made and the polls are out for best new album, best new artist...artists to look into, NPR's top rated ya-da ya-da ya-da. I've found a lot of new favorites.Now before you go on, let me warn you that my list does not nessisarily consist 'completely' of GREAT music being made, it's all my taste and my opinion, these are songs that made an impact in my life during the year of '08. For friends that introduced me so some of these artists, I thank you again. <br />Yes this is boring, who cares...it's mine.<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"> Here is my 10 for '08</span></strong><br /><br />10. Lenders in the Temple- CONOR OBERST<br />This was a recenlty discovered love, but this was a song I listened to on repeat over and over because I couldn't put my finger on just why it 'stood' out to me so. Their simple acoustic rhythm and their 'high in sky' all over lyrics (like the Shins) somehow always find a place to land in my mind.<b><big>"...so watch your back, the 'Ides of March'....I'd give a fortune to your infomercial if somebody only take my call.....If I miss you, If I loved you well that's my fault..."</b></big><br /><br />9. Wuthering Heights- KATE BUSH<br />Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha....it is transcending.<br /><br />8. Starz in their Eyes- JUST JACK<br />My friend Tyler gave me this CD just before I left for London, I put it on my dad's laptop in Calgary just so I could transfer it over to my ipod before the flight. 'Starz in their Eyes', 'Disco Friends', 'Writer's Block', & 'I Talk to Much' became a sort of anthem for me during the many stressful parts of travel. Something new for someplace new. I listened to that CD constantly.<br /><br />7. Only Ones who Know- Arctic Monkeys<br />Hard to explain why this song was constantly on repeat. "Then why ellesse are you writing this stupid note?" Well that's my problem. This song was my night however. <big><b>"...They made it far too easy to believe that true romance can't be achieved these days...Well I'm sure you could have made it that bit better on your own...."</b></big><br /><br />6. How Can I Stop?- Nancy Elizabeth<br />Answer to that, cause I can't. <br /><br />5.Change is Hard- SHE & HIM<br />I knew that was her real voice, Zooey Deschanel singing in elf! What I didn't know until recently that she was 'She' in the band 'She & Him'. This song I am sure touches a personal level in many a heart but this one was really helpful for me. Isolation crept further away whenever I heard her roaming voice. Beautiful song.<b><big>"I was never enough, but I can try to toughin' up. I heard them when they told me, if he burns ya let him go...Change is hard, I should know..."</b></big><br /><br />4. Death and all His Friends- COLDPLAY<br />I remember the room specifically. Come last June I was still in London, it was a Sunday night and I was writing my weekly blog sitting in the basement of the Metrogate (F.I.E) house where they had all the laundry machines and computer labs, etc. Coldplay on myspace had uploaded their entire album that you could listen to online, like a week-n-a-half before it was even released! I was listening to it over and over, drilling the songs that would soon become my daily soundtrack. It was after however when coldplay's 4th album 'Viva la Vida or Death and all His Friends' and I finally clicked. I was bymyself, heading back to London from my day at Oxford. I was on the train and alone. The sky was beginning to dark and turn that blue shade everyone I think looks forward to. I played this song over and over, at that moment it was the soundtrack of my life. <b><big>"...so come over, just be patient, and don't worry.......and in the end, we lie away and we dream of making our escape....</b></big><br /><br />3. Falling Away with You- MUSE<br />Yeah yeah yeah, this song's been out since 2003 but this individual song was introduced to me only this year. The song to me is almost perfect and is in itself a perfect unchangable memory of a friend of mine. When I think of that person, this song will stuck get stuck in my head. Weird.<b><big>"All of the love we've left behind watching the flash backs intertwine memories I will never find....memories I will never find"</b></big><br /><br />2. The Hill- Marketa IrglovaThis song was introduced to me from alex, so thanks goes to him for this one. This song to me is mainly just visualy stunning. It's a simple song, sad, a song of warning, and a repeating decending scale of notes on a piano. The girl is the room when I hear this song, I can picture everything. Nothing too personal, this song just always hits me, I'm happy this year that it came along. <b><big> "...And you'll be just a man that once I used to know..."</b></big><br /><br />1. Life in Technicolor, part II- COLDPLAY.Shock, alarm, coldplay made the number one. I can't describe what this song does to me, I remember hearing ever chord and every new lyric as I listened to it driving down 700E. during my birthday. Life had kind of stomach flopped on me at that moment and it seems that Coldplay always gives me the lift up exactly when I need it. <b><big>"....gravity release me, and don't ever hold me down... <br /> ...now My feet won't Touch the Ground...."</b></big><br /><br /><br />*HONORABLE MENTIONS:-<br />White Winter Hymnal- FLEET FOXES<br />-'Touch Me I'm going to Scream part II'-MY MORNING JACKET<br />-Skinny Love- BON IVER<br />- Fall Apart- CASTLEDOOR<br />- Kill the Director- WOMBATS<br />-Black Table-OTHER LIVES. Thanks Chelsea & Grey's<br />-Masterfade- ANDREW BIRD<br />-A Cold Wind will Blow through Your Door- BILL RICCHINI<br />-'Reckoner' and/or 'Just'- RADIOHEAD (Probably because I listened to them on repeat for the entire month of September & August)<br />-Nicest Thing- KATE NASH<br />-Grounds for Divorce- ELBOW<br />-Pick me Up- THE FORMAT<br />-Wild Horses- ROLLING STONES<br />Andvari- SIGUR ROS the perfect lull me to sleep<br />-Good Enough- AMY LEE<br />-Song to the Siren- COCTEU TWINS (This one is dedicated to Katy Wroble)<br />-My Never- BLUE OCTOBER<br />-Love to Me- ADAM GUETTEL (From musical: Light in the Piazza)<br /><br />SUPPORT PLAYLIST.COM!For those of you who actually read through this, I thank you for some odd reason. Music is for sharing!Love you! And hope this next year only gets better!</span></div>ellessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129214197689719248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540529663800588978.post-3609601020857243172008-12-21T15:41:00.001-08:002008-12-21T15:44:49.546-08:00Sorry, nothing too uplifting today.<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Today, life just kind of sucks.<br /><br />Everyone has these days and today is one of mine. It just does. Its hard to see a physical representation of where you want to be with your life and realize your not standing where they are. Not even close, not anywhere close to being as close to someone as you thought you could have been...</span>ellessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129214197689719248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540529663800588978.post-19597985346257207442008-11-11T21:19:00.000-08:002008-11-11T21:52:06.713-08:00Observations<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Time for a recap.<br /><br />You know that something is a little quirky with your life when you look at your room. I took a good look at mine this morning. <br /><br />And I say 'this morning' because I certainly did not look at it when I fell asleep last night.<br /><br />And I say 'fell asleep' because I certainly did not 'go to bed' last night. There was no decision- our 2nd to last dress rehearsal with <em>Facing East</em> ended somewhere around midnight (the infamous and inevitable late night rehearsal with Matt Neves) and I came home fully intent to do all the things I needed to do. But I decided just to sit on my bed for a moment....just a moment and rest...I wouldn't fall asleep...I mean, I still needed to take the make up off my face & neck, take the pins out of my hair...I wouldn't fall asleep....<br /><br />I wouldn't think so, but I did...and I woke up at three that morning with the lights still blaring and myself looking like psycho's mother. Took out my pins, turned out the lights and fell back asleep. But that morning I took a look at room, my bedroom floor and my bed. My bag, my scripts, a few of my clothes, my books are the main coverage on my floor....and lets not forget line notes. <em>Facing East</em> line notes EVERYWHERE, on the floor they are wallpaper FLOORPAPER, and on my bed they create a nest that you wouldn't think possible for a human to sleep in but....there are always firsts. I woke up with just that added bit of stress that each day has been bringing up to this moment. We open tomorrow.<br /><br />It's hard to really sum it up into words. This journey for me has been so long, and I don't just mean the journey that <em>Facing East</em> has been, it has been an incredible process, that I cannot believe I was lucky enough to be a part of. That the stars lined up just enough for me to be able to walk on that stage, and be Ruth's thoughts. But it isn't just the rehearsals, it's been my entire college experience. These four years of going to classes and learning techniques and how to be and how NOT TO BE perfect. You don't think you've really learned anything, retained anything...until you see a resemblance of a finished project. In no way am I claiming to be a finished project...that doesn't happen in life I don't think...at least not with something like living. But I am beginning to see an actress in me. When I auditioned & applied for the BFA (Bachelors of Fine Arts) I wrote in my application paper the woman I wanted to become. The actress I invisioned one day seeing on a stage- myself. I beginning to see her, trust her. I'm not perfect, and I'm especially not perfect in this play...but I am happy, ready, and proud of her. Which is all a person can really ask for, and I can ask for much. I have a great play, cast, crew and enveloping surport system. A person can be very blessed. I've been waiting for this role, for this play ever since my first semester at SUU and and tomorrow night when I go on that stage I need to remember that this is what I've wanted to do for a long, long time. And new challenges on the horizon. Last friday I recieved the news that I was nominated for an 'Irene Ryan', prestigious acting award and will be then invited to compete at ACTF (American College Theatre Festival) in California come Spring.<br /><br />This play has gotten so much support. What with the passing of Prop. 8 and the hurt, blame, and settling going around it seems that this play could not have asked for better timing. This is so important. On facebook I put in one last request & invitation for my friends to come see this show. It's so important, we need to evaluate are feelings and we need to stay connected.<br />here's what I said in facebook...I liked how I put it:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"This might be a little 'jumping the gun' on my part.But I just wanted to send out another general invitation to 'Facing East' by Carol Lynn Pearson that's going up @ the SUU Black-box this week. The Crew, myself and Josh & Justin have worked so hard on this project, and truly have a sincere love for it and its important message. The themes and threads woven in this piece are so important especially now with the hurt that's flying around the country, what with the passing of Prop. 8 and the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints in a negative spotlight. For those of you who do not know much about 'Facing East' it centers around Alex & Ruth McCormick, an upstanding LDS couple, grieving the suicide of their homosexual son Andrew. 'Facing East' is written by esteemed author & playwright Carol Lynn Pearson who myself and the cast had the pleasure of speaking to last week. She is a member of the LDS church and lost her homosexual husband to aids before turning full tilt to the consideration and rights of those with same-gender attraction, it is 'her calling' she puts it. As I said she is still a member of the LDS church and loves the support and love she has been surrounded by with this project. This play looks at that gray area, and gives direction on such a topic of confusion and pain. No one's life should be cut short due to their pain, and this play is about fellowship, and carrying each other's burdens, so that they are burdens no longer. The play does not bash the LDS church, nor does it bash homosexuality. You may not know what is right or what is wrong, this play is not about what is right and what is wrong, but what is true....and what is true is loving and uplifting our gay brothers & sisters. If you are lenient to see the show I encourage you that much more to see it. If you personally, have any questions for me concerning the play, I would be happy to answer them. This play has been a tremendous journey for me and I am deeply proud of it.<br />'FACING EAST' by Carol Lynn Pearson<br />SUU Black-Box Theatre in the Auditorium<br />NOV. 12-15TH @ 7:30pm, with a matinee on Saturday @ 2pm.<br />Tickets are going fast with an average of 40 tickets remaining for each night, get your tickets fast. Tickets are $5 for SUU students, and $10 for...everyone else. Hope to see you there."<br /><br />Click here to see the events page: </span><a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?sid=81e407364d7e86c9e98472fdccd84c8c&refurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fs.php%3Finit%3Dq%26q%3DFacing%2BEast%26ref%3Dts%26sid%3D81e407364d7e86c9e98472fdccd84c8c&eid=33144796129" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">http://www.facebook.com/event.php?sid=81e407364d7e86c9e98472fdccd84c8c&refurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.facebook.com%2Fs.php%3Finit%3Dq%26q%3DFacing%2BEast%26ref%3Dts%26sid%3D81e407364d7e86c9e98472fdccd84c8c&eid=33144796129</span></a><br /><br />And I extend that invitation to each of you that may read this. Who mostly probably are on facebook and have already read that invitation. I kind of want to end tonights blog with that. Maybe write more later...after <em>Facing East</em> is finnished. Go work on lines...go work on some shakespeare....and maybe sleep.<br /><br />Probably not.<br /><br /><br />We need to remain connected. <br /><br />Song from musical 'Spring Awakening', which lyric's are <em><strong>perfect</strong></em> for <em>Facing East<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />You fold his hands and smooth his tie, you gently lift his chin.<br />Were you really so blind, and unkind to him?<br />Can't help the itch to touch, to kiss, to hold him once again.<br />Now to close his eyes--never open them....<br />A shadow passed, a shadow passed,<br />yearning, yearning<br />For the fool it called a home.<br /><br />All things he never did are left behind.<br />All the things his mama wished he'd bear in mind,<br />And all his dad had hoped he'd know.T<br />he talks you never had, the saturdays you never spent.<br />All the 'grown-up' places you never went.<br />And all of the crying you wouldn't understand.<br />You just let him cry, 'make a man out of him.'<br />A shadow passed, a shadow passed,<br />yearning, yearning<br />For a fool it called a home.<br /><br />All things he ever wished are left behind.<br />All the things his mama did to make him mind,<br />And how his dad had hoped he'd grow.<br />All things he ever lived are left behind.<br />All the fears that ever flickered through his mind.<br />All the sadness that he'd come to own.<br />A shadow passed, a shadow passed,<br />yearning, yearningFor the fool it called a home.<br /><br />And it whistles through the ghosts still left behind.<br />It whistles through the ghosts still left behind.<br />Whistles through the ghosts still left behind.</span></em></span>ellessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129214197689719248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540529663800588978.post-16551139342663734122008-10-28T10:31:00.000-07:002008-10-29T15:50:56.154-07:00Screaming out from the Crests of Waves<p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span">It's been almost OVER A WEEK!</span> </span><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ellesse</span> what have you been doing?!?!<br /></span></span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">WHAT HAVEN'T I BEEN DOING??<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">As imagined life shows no signs of slowing down any time soon. Last weekend was the California trip, last Saturday night around 11pm friends and I headed down to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Las</span> Vegas to stay at a friends place that night. We got up early Sunday morning and completed the journey to Los Angeles. I met up with my roommate Chelsea & friends and we headed to the The Getty Museum of Art. </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-8Eyd5pjxymLjgzzE-bPZW9YGjiC-Jln_fznST9y2o5CEW1UsN7bhRcHtSg2hhOViTjnzGeyjf7bp-golVgoU-If31OH3TPx6eMphqVuQd298eruf3yrYWRXTteLRuDSfkN_J4llYXjY/s1600-h/getty2.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262707953291973730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-8Eyd5pjxymLjgzzE-bPZW9YGjiC-Jln_fznST9y2o5CEW1UsN7bhRcHtSg2hhOViTjnzGeyjf7bp-golVgoU-If31OH3TPx6eMphqVuQd298eruf3yrYWRXTteLRuDSfkN_J4llYXjY/s320/getty2.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;">This museum is amazing, the architecture alone for this building is amazing. A white modern complex on top of the Hollywood hills of L.A. Featuring beautiful artwork from the decades. </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqAIEuwqFZNvImsfq8dGY0BawFUQVNPaSL_jDoKCj8mBIvI7bgIq0xYpJXtIoHUYsq1Xab0429X96w_bVhQMvp3eNjdf-Hn0I4c6JPSLzE_PYyCLW8FNu4_rVebBhlPrfRXph-k1ytI-M/s1600-h/getty1.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262707802074841698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqAIEuwqFZNvImsfq8dGY0BawFUQVNPaSL_jDoKCj8mBIvI7bgIq0xYpJXtIoHUYsq1Xab0429X96w_bVhQMvp3eNjdf-Hn0I4c6JPSLzE_PYyCLW8FNu4_rVebBhlPrfRXph-k1ytI-M/s320/getty1.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Sacred Hymns and manuscripts from the medieval period, sculptures from the 1600's, impressionist paintings...the works. </span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;">They had an exhibition on Bernini while we were there and I just can never get over the beauty of that place. </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">After the Getty we had a plugging dinner @ The Cheesecake factory- we were enjoying a delicious dinner when we realized time was slipping by a little faster than we thought. We ended up shoving the remaining cheesecake (mine was Pumpkin) in our faces and running for the car. By the time we found it in the parking garage- I was reading and willing to barf. Then we were off to see</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">WICKED</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;color:#c0c0c0;">,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"> which I had seen the year before in L.A. @ the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Pantages</span> Theatre, which is just a beautiful theatre. </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk452X2LBKpADB3HX2k9tn6PddOhM0a12Df45MljFOBB9WSVeg-r0sFJMeeZUe4G96B2VzlBdSNDomrWXiOsc25T0NpqjoVkaC7-2mgdYe6uBde2KlBxXph6x4pcbZouhi5Hy3vRGYZh4/s1600-h/wicked11.jpg"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262708650612213026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk452X2LBKpADB3HX2k9tn6PddOhM0a12Df45MljFOBB9WSVeg-r0sFJMeeZUe4G96B2VzlBdSNDomrWXiOsc25T0NpqjoVkaC7-2mgdYe6uBde2KlBxXph6x4pcbZouhi5Hy3vRGYZh4/s320/wicked11.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">It doesn't look like much from the outside, but inside it is completely decked out in Art Deco majesty.</span> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYY2ZFJgus2PEGiDDqY9Y9Le3y8FTQpi-1z81QMvaw-RZTbiuaUlmlCe8HlcK2qU7hEGEeTw7LfUr-VuWcPplg31cN7TOllb6CXST8ofm0SlUZxE8GoB8jE5IB9-XbVBa_iHJO3FO2M2A/s1600-h/ILLIGAL.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262708320173976386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYY2ZFJgus2PEGiDDqY9Y9Le3y8FTQpi-1z81QMvaw-RZTbiuaUlmlCe8HlcK2qU7hEGEeTw7LfUr-VuWcPplg31cN7TOllb6CXST8ofm0SlUZxE8GoB8jE5IB9-XbVBa_iHJO3FO2M2A/s320/ILLIGAL.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Wicked <span style="color:#c0c0c0;">i</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">s such a great show, I think I liked it even better this time. The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Glinda</span> was very good- so funny. </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI69TvwiRK1VrKPLdgdZDjZ1UjxZq2scLNYYQ1WLLKVLtU2Em7WQ0M010Z6-7ENH8ernQL400Y0svmFZqNm3Knq-XJgPhAUm_F5zer5n8GMnAka3Om5yTXr01-GU9ldPqbUX1xoAsuFbw/s1600-h/wicked12.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262708797671484738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI69TvwiRK1VrKPLdgdZDjZ1UjxZq2scLNYYQ1WLLKVLtU2Em7WQ0M010Z6-7ENH8ernQL400Y0svmFZqNm3Knq-XJgPhAUm_F5zer5n8GMnAka3Om5yTXr01-GU9ldPqbUX1xoAsuFbw/s320/wicked12.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">The show is also going to be coming to Salt Lake City next summer, I'm excited to see it. After the play, we drove to Santa Monica pier and sat/ran along the beach @ night. It was beautiful seeing the lights from the pier and the Marry-go-round reflecting on the night's tide. I wrote my name in the sand, and was reacquainted with the ocean once more. </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-klbmyl5PgMCEm9d6bdQ2yp6aYK80v54XsZLBOqUX8GC8liMBFiTHLXBrDPWxRbqqb6s2BpY6PBmkT3wGo50DiK9mYCYJPG83Al-8wYzL_POpF013UEy5tSZu4GTl_6kcl2fMHFt54_Y/s1600-h/BURNING.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262707633717633938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-klbmyl5PgMCEm9d6bdQ2yp6aYK80v54XsZLBOqUX8GC8liMBFiTHLXBrDPWxRbqqb6s2BpY6PBmkT3wGo50DiK9mYCYJPG83Al-8wYzL_POpF013UEy5tSZu4GTl_6kcl2fMHFt54_Y/s320/BURNING.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">That night we stayed @ my friend Spencer's Families home just outside of L.A. and the next morning we were off to Disneyland. We didn't get to spend too much time there. We had to leave and be back on the road to Utah by 5pm but we got to hit all the greats. Pirates of the Caribbean, Haunted Mansion, Indiana, Splash...the new Toy Story Midway ride in California Adventure, it was wonderful.<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">Speaking of Salt Lake City. I'll most likely be there this weekend. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Facing East</span></span> is considering going on a little road trip up to Salt Lake City to take one of our cast members to Temple Square and show him around, rehearse in the Salt Lake Cemetery, perhaps go see <span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Noises Off</span></span> @ <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">PTC</span>, and then heading home Sunday afternoon. Facing East continues to go well. We have to be 'Off off Book' today, and I am currently listening to my lines. </span></p><span style="font-size:85%;"><p align="left"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">I am sitting here, in the T-Room of the Utah Shakespearean Festival, listening to my lines, sitting here with my Stylized Make-Up on my face. You might see a picture up pretty soon, but I dedicated my face to that famous painting 'The Great Wave'. </span></p><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262282266212588370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqToXwmqLxXsnZFGpQNV9m_Vi69eYJS7ulgEqpqvxILE2zamPP9QEislj9HdmUuVm4uikRNvDFQFU_ytweYaJGX18X7VexhleX596sdyUugc7_kFOpYLhXUSPrGSl5kyiSnrVNlkJ-rdg/s320/The+Great+Wave.jpg" border="0" /> </span><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Looking at my face now and looking at that painting....doesn't look too spectacular. I have so much memorizing to do, I do believe I will be doing it for the rest of my life. But I'm looking forward to another escape this weekend....as if Disneyland wasn't enough. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I do hope this little weekend escape won't bring with it the awful present that Disneyland left me with....though it is mostly my fault. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">My friends asked me for certain gifts from Disneyland:</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">1. Soil from Disneyland</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">2. Water from the Pirates of the Caribbean ride</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Well, we're on the Pirates of the Caribbean ride, and I'm thinking about what was said about the ride draining, filtering, and refilling the water daily....and we fill up the water bottle and I'm looking at it....</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">and it's cold....and clear....and looks beautiful...</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">So I take a sip. IT WAS DELICIOUS! </span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Everything was fine come the ride home, I had the water bottle nestled safely in my bag....though when we arrived in Cedar City 1:30am....I had a sore throat. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I am only now recovering from what we call Disney aids. It's been the worst head cold of my life! Coughing, congestion/runny nose, dizziness....it's been just the worst! </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Luckily it's on the down slope and I think I'm getting over it.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Halloween is fast approaching. I am either going as a Leper or The Queen of Hearts....I think it's going to be the Leper.</span><br /><br /></span><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">"My father always laughed at those people with the bells and the funny hats..."</span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">"Jesters?"<br />"No.....Lepers."</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /><div align="left"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">Friends & I are doing movie marathons this week preparing for Halloween. Last night we watched Alfred Hitchcock's 'The Rope' (GREAT MOVIE), 'Scotland PA', and 'The Ring'. Tonight we will continue on with 'The Descent' and 'What Lies Beneath'.</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">But now....I am going to go wipe off 'The Great Wave' for now....and high tail it to class.<br />love to all as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">usual</span>.<br /><br />I'm out-<br /><br /></span></div><blockquote><p align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></p></blockquote><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><em>"Screaming out from the crests of waves<br />It could be worse<br />But its all sweet<br />It could be snapped from the jaws of defeat<br />Like a light lit upon a beach<br />Wear your heart on your sleeve<br />Oh You want to stop before you begin<br />You want to sink when you know you could swim<br />You want to stop just before you begin<br />Never give in, Never give in<br /><br />Screaming out from the crests of waves<br />Nothing matters<br />Except life and the love you make<br />Nothing matters<br />Except life and the love you make<br />Nothing matters<br />Except life and the love you make<br />Except life and the love you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">make</span><br /><br />Screaming out from the crests of waves"</em> -<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Coldplay</span><br /><br /></span></span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=37498&l=098ce&id=501045838"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=37498&l=098<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">ce</span>&id=501045838</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"><br /></span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=37494&l=7b875&id=501045838"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=37494&l=7b875&id=501045838</span></a></span></div><div align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=37509&l=57c3f&id=501045838"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=37509&l=57c3f&id=501045838</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"><br /></span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=37500&l=1f49c&id=501045838"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;">http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=37500&l=1f49c&id=501045838</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"> </span><br /></span></div></span><p align="left"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"></div>ellessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129214197689719248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540529663800588978.post-53940879497333442172008-10-18T14:49:00.000-07:002008-10-18T17:39:06.824-07:00The Wonky Week<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Did this week not suck for anyone really?</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I can't count the number of times I have heard said </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">"This is just the worst week of the modern life thread on our sovereign earth."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Well not exactly those words, but I did here that this week was the worst from many various people. Many various people, not just all the number of theatre majors & minors that got particularly beefed this past week, what with the postings of cast lists for next semesters spring shows. Bitter Ellesse?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Don't even get me started.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">School makes one seeing 'oneself' (I sound retarded) in a interesting position. I am experienced with rejection, I AM experienced with rejection and I know that as an actress that's going to come with the territory, heck with being canadian that is going to come with the territory. And I understand that if I audition and I give it all the best I can give, and don't get cast that is fine with me. I also agree that one needs to take iniative with an audition, look the director/casting director in the eye and almost say 'I know what you want, and guess what I have that in truckloads'. The auditions for </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Wizard of Oz</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> were quite unorganized, and as a result of that un-organization so where </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">The Seagull</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> auditions. With all the confusion instead of them just being on last Saturday they stretched </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">out all throughout this last week. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> If this were the professional world, I would be fine. As far as </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">The Seagul</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">l is concerned I feel like I did very good readings, I was proud of my callbacks. But as far as </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Wizard of Oz</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> is concerned I just feel hurt & played upon. Because this isn't really a professional theatre, this is an educational environment where working creative relationships are made with professors which become both friends & colleagues. Certain things are said, certain things are praised and promised...and then to have those things ripped away come Senior year, where you'd think you could go out with a panache...much less to have those things taken away before you could even fight for them, needless to say hurts. I danced for the dance choreographer for Wizard of Oz, the director hardly looked up, I understand that.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">"....I still haven't had a chance to read, will you be doing the readings for my part the next coming days?"</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">"Yes we will. We'll let you know when those will be." We had at the time been told decisions would not be made</span></span></span></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgix9zUSuyZQn4KWqQLFQPZQcILwpeFIDeqL4ckDBCK-Hgz6T4QP6chENxi10Pu5XRVqGI0HNSlal6cH2HdVsDupoUkts41ZOX9O_jSGfHpLUb7yl9f80YdOyX9xLuxl1kLoRPp1EyTK9c/s320/ellessesmells.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258650057274734498" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> until Friday.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Next day afternoon, it's posted. Wednesday comes around and </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">The Seagull</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> cast list is also posted.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Things just kind of suck sometime. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">But I know you need to look past it and see the open opportunities available between the lines. Friends and I have come to the conclusion that we can no longer wait for opportunities to be granted to us, but that we shall make our own. Either way they will be experiences and we will be growing which is what we need. Every three weeks we plan to put together a show, we would like to do (e.g. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Miss Julie, Spoon River Anthology</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Closer</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Play</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">, etc) and make these opportunities for ourselves. It can only make you stronger .I am extremely lucky to be involved with MFA production of </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Facing East </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">by Carol Lynn Pearson, which went through it's second week of rehearsals this last week. I've decided to make this experience my required Capstone project, when I take the Capstone class next semester. Capstone class is basically where you present a final portfolio "project" to the board. Showing your leadership and individuality on a creative project, and this experience to me would certainly suit that board. I love rehearsals. We just finished blocking the hour long play this morning and I am so excited to begin polishing what we have now begun to mold. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">When we discuss the different layers of the play, choices that could be made, strengths and weaknesses and how & when to play them, I am pleased to see how my opinions and idea's are welcomed and respected....I feel like I am a valued active contributor and my idea's come up to par. Its a really nice feeling. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">As suggested by my director Matt Neves, I began reading a book which begins with the stories of Marilyn & Fred Matis, and their late son Stuart to which </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Facing East</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> is loosely modeled around. The book is called '</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">In Quiet Desperation</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Understanding the Challenge of Same-Gender Attraction'. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span></span></span></div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDQ2xwHyXw2oR2ML1nSN86CGpmjaLLXPoCU4Xm_MQaDzBdSF8_hei8P7OJ7kzbWb_WnxjCYTeuhtZqK8QjWn8NPj6Q8kb3-TM8f48mX1-k7SPtbB42gtp3nF5EAxgEVQPmz9nMLahp_Kw/s320/in_quiet_desperation_175.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258657822838032754" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">The first part tells the story and experience of the Matis family as I previously stated, the second half is from the view point of Ty Mansfield, an active and participating member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, living his life with same-gender attraction. I would boldly state that this should be a must read for everyone, especially members of the church on this delicate and tender issue, because ignorance must come to an end. It will do nothing but hurt our loved ones and their loved ones, and these issues need to be looked to. Things are becoming more and more gray these days. Argume</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">nts are burning and racing, whether your reading this being against Prop. 8 or for Prop. 8, the one thing that certainly can never become gray is the commandment that we love one another.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Though this has been a 'wonky week' for me, it has also been a week of re-evaluation. I've made some strong recent friendships & relationships with people I don't think I'll ever forget. I feel a strong circle of love and support around me at all sides and I am extremely thankful for my family and my friends that do nothing but show their love for me in word and in deed. The time has come for an escape, even if it's only for two days. I'm excited to join my best friend Chelsea and friends in California tomorrow for our little get-a-way. I'm driving down with some other friends in the department who are also heading to Cali this evening, J.P. Kentros, Jessie Metcalf, Jennifer Whipple & Rhett Guter, we together will get as far as Vegas this evening, and then drive the rest of the leg to L.A. tomorrow morning to arrive in Cali tomorrow afternoon. I will then meet up with some friends and see </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Wicked</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">for the second time @ the Pantages theatre. Southern Utah University gets a Harvest Weekend (which is really just an excuse to go hunting and shooting) and so we will hang out Sunday, and then enjoy Monday @ Disneyland to drive home that evening. </span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">WOOOOOOOO DISNEYLAND!!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Last year around this time we did our first Disneyland trip, last year it was with my friend Tyler Hillam, and I'm sad that he can't join us again this year. But for all of you, if any of you have some last minute plea's for my disneyland trip...perhaps a picture of a certain something...I could bring home a melted Dole Whip for you, etc. I'll be living it up on Pirates of the Caribbean ride...or wondering why 'It's a Small World' is still closed...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">oh maybe because...the small world is getting bigger, and they had to widen the canals and the boats to fit the ever widening population. Sad huh.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Let's cross our fingers that this year we don't get trapped within the California Fires, and let's hope for a safe drive.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Love you guys!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">I hope last week especially wasn't really the worst for all of you, remember things can only get better, right?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">(knocks on wood)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Miss you all!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Till next week!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">-ellesse</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"> </span></div>ellessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129214197689719248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540529663800588978.post-78129116356198475232008-10-09T10:28:00.000-07:002008-10-11T18:46:49.742-07:00Wha......?<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This week has been just crazy go nuts! </span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">Crazy.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">That's the word that most sums of the feels right now. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">If I was going to say out loud the feelings of this past week it would be. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">*inhale</span> "Crazy........wha??". Yeah...definitely a "Wha?" would be in there too. Maybe some shuddering and some sniffling. Today went appropriately under the theme of "Crazy......wha??" As we had callbacks this afternoon. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">"Callback(s)" did you say ellesse?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">Yes, Callback's, plural. The SUU college of Performing & Visual Arts had the brilliant idea to hold their callbacks for next semester's main stage shows, Chekhov's <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The Seagull</span> and our musical, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The Wizard of Oz</span>. We had auditions just the end of this last week, Wizard's on Thursday required 16-bars and I sang "Many a New Day" from Oklahoma. Seagull's auditions were the next day and I performed one of my favorite monologues, Meg from Eugene O'Neill's <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The Web</span>. I felt really good about both auditions, they must have been good for the most part since i made callbacks, but they were interesting. When I starting singing, for example, in Peter Sham's audition, I wasn't nervous. When I started singing however I got the immediate impulse of fear...the memory of the words weren't immediately rushing to me. I didn't foul up or anything, but I was starting to feel panicked. It was the first time that during an audition I felt the panic and at the same time, shut it off. I remember just pushing it away. Both auditions were a little like that, but I felt good about both of them.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">Today, Saturday's callbacks were complete madness. Peter Sham decided that "Heck (though he probably would not be the person to say 'heck') Why don't we do the callbacks at the same time?"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">So it turned into a 'Mrs. Doubtfire' situation as those called back for both shows ran back-n-forth between callbacks. Transitioning from audition clothes to dance clothes, back to audition clothes....run back to Oz callbacks and try to catch up with the choreography being taught...only to run back 15 mins later...that's what happened to me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">Needless to say, this was hard not only for the callback-ee's but also the Directors casting as they really didn't get to see people read very much, and didn't get to see individuals read with individuals they wanted to see read with. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">So yeah. Kicks all around. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">School is still school, and this blog that I've been writing will have to be added to in a bit, as I am now about to get off work and will go play.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">I'll write more tomorrow or monday.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">cheers loves</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">-ellesse</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;">SONG OF THE WEEK: 'Touch Me I'm going to Scream, pt. 2' by My Morning Jacket</span></div>ellessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129214197689719248noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540529663800588978.post-50359141727654761632008-10-06T15:22:00.001-07:002008-10-06T15:26:15.214-07:00make-up pictures from Glam Days<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigZbrbvCuRFsBgTUCS2WGUGjGtRQ-Wtd-StB_rBbdIDJmB_rRIToVXbtG4KBe3tfltg9slKmLLiLJzIy5IB4pgDMEvHnydrVvzjuGuNjupDMBCR2hReW6pL_3WuvNKGOYiLysToGEz94E/s1600-h/temp3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigZbrbvCuRFsBgTUCS2WGUGjGtRQ-Wtd-StB_rBbdIDJmB_rRIToVXbtG4KBe3tfltg9slKmLLiLJzIy5IB4pgDMEvHnydrVvzjuGuNjupDMBCR2hReW6pL_3WuvNKGOYiLysToGEz94E/s320/temp3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254170584668822178" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiExkl1Az0jlP__z-Kc2UwnEt9C-Lf90mlHYxG6yZquCZsOclAvc44W0AnyeufXeS_L2ofkkZcA1v0ZLtrVPlM_EhBNL1fOducRTnRJlWGos44uss7qGoKQzoByV9YvqEPfcTTzkCz1gdM/s1600-h/temp2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiExkl1Az0jlP__z-Kc2UwnEt9C-Lf90mlHYxG6yZquCZsOclAvc44W0AnyeufXeS_L2ofkkZcA1v0ZLtrVPlM_EhBNL1fOducRTnRJlWGos44uss7qGoKQzoByV9YvqEPfcTTzkCz1gdM/s320/temp2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254170427184287218" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfaRt_Fn90fBEbe6KRDaW33hXdYyCOl9wwAEZb8N6pYs-taf4BL0dGvLMllHcahtUrI-DXBfMN9mmEQjZT82UbK_Igfbd5GuKG7YHUqTu0w8t4X3ke-gDJwGzkva-eQNtevaRxV7v1BDc/s1600-h/temp.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfaRt_Fn90fBEbe6KRDaW33hXdYyCOl9wwAEZb8N6pYs-taf4BL0dGvLMllHcahtUrI-DXBfMN9mmEQjZT82UbK_Igfbd5GuKG7YHUqTu0w8t4X3ke-gDJwGzkva-eQNtevaRxV7v1BDc/s320/temp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254170299555122178" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=810381&op=1&aid=34900&auser=532384603&id=532384603&ref=mf"><br /></a>ellessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129214197689719248noreply@blogger.com3