Yet another delightfully surprising class on Thursday. Am I that surprised? No. Kashi has these wonderful tricks up her sleeve and pulls them out just in the nick (knick, knic, nic, fhqiefnc?) of time. I say that because just when you think the class is getting ordinary, it does a back flip over your expectations. BAM.
I noticed our decade defining lists mostly comprised of popular culture--the things people liked to do or the trends they liked to follow. I can't decide if this is a bad thing. It's amazing how America leads the way in these "eras." Or at least that's what we think. Somewhere in Transylvania, someone might have their own idea about what defines the '70s. "Ahh yes, remember vampires? And those OUTFITS! HA! Those were the days."
Decorating the house with Bess was a laugh and a half. Some genres were difficult to convey, while others simply fell into place. Being evangelical Christians was a toughy- I ended up questioning whether Jesus would approve of our fabric swatches. Then we were mobsters, perfectly set up as the "boss" and his bewildered nephew trying to please anything with legs. These exercises have tended to be my favorite, simply because it's improv and the possibilities are endless.
Trying to think of the ideal attractiveness and who exemplifies this led to pop culture again! (Except for Barack. You go Barack!) but who's to say politics hasn't merged with pop culture? Join the Red campaign. And Go Green! And what party supports these? And which candidate ate chicken wings last week? With the power of the internet and the world getting smaller and smaller, it's easier to spread large amounts of information, a lot of which is crap.
Our sexual gallavant was...uhh. 'nuff said.
It's interesting to explore what a different culture would consider attractive- i.e. elbows or eyebrows. I think we all just jumped to physical contact because it was easier. But what would flirting in the hopes of getting to touch elbows look like? The world may never know. (Maybe Transylvania?)
I am thrilled to start exploring the world of Electra. This is completely new for me, aside from my Freshman year in high school when we had to read some Greek stuff. ha. The fact I can't remember what we read is sad. BRING IT ON ELECTRA. I've been practicing my evil look. Although Justin told me the dimples throw it off. UNLESS THEY START SHOOTING LAZER BEAMS.
Observing Mr. Tumnus is going swimmingly. I'm probably at the same place I was at the last post.
Love you!
-Katie
Friday, January 30, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Bite your tongue, all you get is a mouth full of blood
From now on, the title of my post will solely depend on the exact song lyric I hear at that moment. Think it might be interesting to see if anything ironic comes up-- or is spot on with the day's events.
It's funny... a lot of my childhood memories can be tied to music. You know "I'd Do Anything for Love (But I Won't Do That)" by Meatloaf? That song just came on and I swear I'm brought back to my Dad's old Stationwagon, sitting in the backseat in my coolots and Minnie Mouse shirt, dirty-knee-ed and rosy-cheeked, chewing the Bazooka Joe bubblegum (grape) he bought be at the Patterson Deli. It's crazy how music does that to you.
Today's class was most delightful. I don't think I performed the breathing/tension excersize to the best of my ability because I get real dizzy after taking numerous deep breaths. I guess I just need to space them out better. I would really like to keep doing it though- that final moment lying on the floor is so excellent.
The time exercises were interesting as well; some more difficult than others. I enjoy picturing these time periods, imagining what I would want to be like in the '50s or in the Paleolithic era (yes I had to look that up).
Culture creation is no easy task. I enjoyed what we were doing, but I wish I continued to build upon my spritely newlywed character* instead of giving in and blurting out a silly name for someone who is the "gatekeeper." It was a little Ghostbusters. However, the "yes, and..." instinct took over and it was fun as hell.
*Because that was a better challenge and might have helped me with acting. You know, the class we're taking.
Have I told you how much I actually hate Dave Matthews? LOATHE. I gave him a shot for a while. I thought, hey, he's got a huge following. He must be doing something right. No. His old man voice accompanied by stringy brassy instruments just came on and now I want to puke. "I drink too MUUUuuuuch... a'TOO MUCHHHH"
I digress. I thought the last activity was cut short! I wanted to continue acting like different nationalities/ehtnicities, pouring drinks and socializing with my cronies.
Cronies. In my last post, I wrote about an old crotchety couple who sat behind me during the performance at Touchstone. Before the show started, this geezer's wife is in the middle of a conversation. I catch this little treat that protrudes from her mouth:
"...some play with "crony" in the title. That's an old witch, right? I think that's what it was about, too."
Now, forgive me. I respect my elders just as my momma taught me. But. CRONE. That is a CRONE. A CRONE is what you meant.
Ok. blog. blog blog blog.
In other news, the following of Mr. Tumnus is going so-so. I hesitate to write too much about him/her. I can tell you I think it will be difficult to avoid imitation. There's a fine line between impersonations and acting. I want to start thinking and feeling like Tum-Tums; of course that may never happen, and even if it did, it would take some time. We'll see, dear reader.
-Katie
P.S. Listen to Metric. They are superb. This post is a cornucopia of music. ha. Cornucopia.
It's funny... a lot of my childhood memories can be tied to music. You know "I'd Do Anything for Love (But I Won't Do That)" by Meatloaf? That song just came on and I swear I'm brought back to my Dad's old Stationwagon, sitting in the backseat in my coolots and Minnie Mouse shirt, dirty-knee-ed and rosy-cheeked, chewing the Bazooka Joe bubblegum (grape) he bought be at the Patterson Deli. It's crazy how music does that to you.
Today's class was most delightful. I don't think I performed the breathing/tension excersize to the best of my ability because I get real dizzy after taking numerous deep breaths. I guess I just need to space them out better. I would really like to keep doing it though- that final moment lying on the floor is so excellent.
The time exercises were interesting as well; some more difficult than others. I enjoy picturing these time periods, imagining what I would want to be like in the '50s or in the Paleolithic era (yes I had to look that up).
Culture creation is no easy task. I enjoyed what we were doing, but I wish I continued to build upon my spritely newlywed character* instead of giving in and blurting out a silly name for someone who is the "gatekeeper." It was a little Ghostbusters. However, the "yes, and..." instinct took over and it was fun as hell.
*Because that was a better challenge and might have helped me with acting. You know, the class we're taking.
Have I told you how much I actually hate Dave Matthews? LOATHE. I gave him a shot for a while. I thought, hey, he's got a huge following. He must be doing something right. No. His old man voice accompanied by stringy brassy instruments just came on and now I want to puke. "I drink too MUUUuuuuch... a'TOO MUCHHHH"
I digress. I thought the last activity was cut short! I wanted to continue acting like different nationalities/ehtnicities, pouring drinks and socializing with my cronies.
Cronies. In my last post, I wrote about an old crotchety couple who sat behind me during the performance at Touchstone. Before the show started, this geezer's wife is in the middle of a conversation. I catch this little treat that protrudes from her mouth:
"...some play with "crony" in the title. That's an old witch, right? I think that's what it was about, too."
Now, forgive me. I respect my elders just as my momma taught me. But. CRONE. That is a CRONE. A CRONE is what you meant.
Ok. blog. blog blog blog.
In other news, the following of Mr. Tumnus is going so-so. I hesitate to write too much about him/her. I can tell you I think it will be difficult to avoid imitation. There's a fine line between impersonations and acting. I want to start thinking and feeling like Tum-Tums; of course that may never happen, and even if it did, it would take some time. We'll see, dear reader.
-Katie
P.S. Listen to Metric. They are superb. This post is a cornucopia of music. ha. Cornucopia.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Nasal Itching
Yikes. Sexy title, huh? But there is this ridiculous itch in my right nasal passage and no rubbing, digging, or nose-blowing will alleviate the annoyance.
Erm.
I saw The Eagle Has Landed: Audio Diaries of an Unlikely Traveler at Touchstone this weekend. It left me asking questions-- which, to some, is an indication of a successful play. Ehh I guess that depends on what the questions are. I wanted to know:
"Is Marvin completely satisfied with his life now that his journey has provided an appropriate closure for him?"
"What happened to the characters he met on his journey? Are they satisfied?"
"Did Julie eventually invest in a slip? Or perhaps some pants? Just proper sitting etiquette would suffice."
Throughout the entire play, I felt this weird feeling in my stomach. I can't quite define it. It wasn't a physical sickness, but more so an energy. I felt as if I was a part of the play and that everything that was happening to Marvin or Julie or Jonathan or the fat Texan, was also happening to me (I know, this sounds kind of naive and ridiculous). Maybe it's because we sat in the second row, and Touchstone theatre isn't exactly Royal Albert Hall-- but the intimacy and the proximity of the actors made me feel anxious and uncertain and excited and restless, all at the same time. It was an interesting feeling, but I'm not sure I could stand 2 and a half hours of that. Luckily the play had no intermission and ended just in time (I thought i might need to race to the ladies room for a little barf fest). ewww gross.
Anyway, I stayed for the talk back and really gained some insight into the world of Marvin and acting altogether. I liked what one of the actors said: "This show's kind of like baking a loaf of bread. After every batch of performances, it gets set aside for a while and grows and morphs into something a little bit different." I don't think forcing a change in performance is healthy, but leaving room for new things to bud and grow over time is an effective way to keep yourself and the audience engaged.
Moral of the story: Aside from the occasional "subtle" comment about the back of my chair interfering with the lower extremities of the crotchety old man behind me, the performance was enjoyable. And, afterwards, we were able to have a pint with the actors. Bonus. (Did you know Bridgeworks has a "Cheers"-like pub that's separated from the restaurant? The food's shit, but that little old bartender in suspenders and towel draped over his shoulder is worth it.)
-Katie
Erm.
I saw The Eagle Has Landed: Audio Diaries of an Unlikely Traveler at Touchstone this weekend. It left me asking questions-- which, to some, is an indication of a successful play. Ehh I guess that depends on what the questions are. I wanted to know:
"Is Marvin completely satisfied with his life now that his journey has provided an appropriate closure for him?"
"What happened to the characters he met on his journey? Are they satisfied?"
"Did Julie eventually invest in a slip? Or perhaps some pants? Just proper sitting etiquette would suffice."
Throughout the entire play, I felt this weird feeling in my stomach. I can't quite define it. It wasn't a physical sickness, but more so an energy. I felt as if I was a part of the play and that everything that was happening to Marvin or Julie or Jonathan or the fat Texan, was also happening to me (I know, this sounds kind of naive and ridiculous). Maybe it's because we sat in the second row, and Touchstone theatre isn't exactly Royal Albert Hall-- but the intimacy and the proximity of the actors made me feel anxious and uncertain and excited and restless, all at the same time. It was an interesting feeling, but I'm not sure I could stand 2 and a half hours of that. Luckily the play had no intermission and ended just in time (I thought i might need to race to the ladies room for a little barf fest). ewww gross.
Anyway, I stayed for the talk back and really gained some insight into the world of Marvin and acting altogether. I liked what one of the actors said: "This show's kind of like baking a loaf of bread. After every batch of performances, it gets set aside for a while and grows and morphs into something a little bit different." I don't think forcing a change in performance is healthy, but leaving room for new things to bud and grow over time is an effective way to keep yourself and the audience engaged.
Moral of the story: Aside from the occasional "subtle" comment about the back of my chair interfering with the lower extremities of the crotchety old man behind me, the performance was enjoyable. And, afterwards, we were able to have a pint with the actors. Bonus. (Did you know Bridgeworks has a "Cheers"-like pub that's separated from the restaurant? The food's shit, but that little old bartender in suspenders and towel draped over his shoulder is worth it.)
-Katie
Thursday, January 22, 2009
We All Live in a Yellow Submarine
So many things to discuss. So many.
Today's class involved much introspection. I enjoyed pinpointing everyone's style as well as the article of clothing that best defines him or her in my mind. It's so true that style speaks volumes about a person and that what we choose to display on our bodies is a deal breaker with regards to first impressions. I am comforted by the fact that you, dear readers, know me so well. At the same time, do you ever wonder what complete strangers think of us upon their initial perusal of our cotton exoskeletons? hum.
One of the most tubular tasks in acting involves understand the "me" before taking on the life and times of someone else. You never stop soul-searching (GROAN); but really, I think it helps us understand other human beings. Try that on for size.
OH! I am very excited about this stalking project. Like Katherine, I will name this person Mr. Tumnus. Because ol' Tummy isn't a boy OR girl, really, is he. Rather, he/she is a faun. I guess you could say male faun but... shut up.
I attended the 2nd playwright workshop today. I enjoyed it, except for how many times the woman made me produce an answer to one of her spacey questions within the span of 3.5 seconds. She was a little flighty. But I did enjoy putting the old pen to the paper. I love creative writing, and I actually wrote quite a bit when I attended Clark "hippie central" University, so I was interested in having a stab at this. I didn't share my little free write because my idea seemed way too cliche. But I did find a freaking awesome post card in the crazy woman's pile of treasures. I picked it up just because I liked the photograph. But when I sat down, I noticed there was a hand-written message on the back of it:
"I-love-you-so-much-I-could-break-all-your-bones"
God I love that.
-Katie
P.S. If I am ever in a band, we shall be called "The Acid Snowflakes." Global warming is gonna eat us alive. yeah yeah. Ice bergs are gonna raaaaaise the sea level. yeah yeah. Florida will be swimmin with the fishes. lalalaaaa
Ok, that's really not funny. I'm sorry. I think because I am getting sick, my brain is like a bowl of poop.
Today's class involved much introspection. I enjoyed pinpointing everyone's style as well as the article of clothing that best defines him or her in my mind. It's so true that style speaks volumes about a person and that what we choose to display on our bodies is a deal breaker with regards to first impressions. I am comforted by the fact that you, dear readers, know me so well. At the same time, do you ever wonder what complete strangers think of us upon their initial perusal of our cotton exoskeletons? hum.
One of the most tubular tasks in acting involves understand the "me" before taking on the life and times of someone else. You never stop soul-searching (GROAN); but really, I think it helps us understand other human beings. Try that on for size.
OH! I am very excited about this stalking project. Like Katherine, I will name this person Mr. Tumnus. Because ol' Tummy isn't a boy OR girl, really, is he. Rather, he/she is a faun. I guess you could say male faun but... shut up.
I attended the 2nd playwright workshop today. I enjoyed it, except for how many times the woman made me produce an answer to one of her spacey questions within the span of 3.5 seconds. She was a little flighty. But I did enjoy putting the old pen to the paper. I love creative writing, and I actually wrote quite a bit when I attended Clark "hippie central" University, so I was interested in having a stab at this. I didn't share my little free write because my idea seemed way too cliche. But I did find a freaking awesome post card in the crazy woman's pile of treasures. I picked it up just because I liked the photograph. But when I sat down, I noticed there was a hand-written message on the back of it:
"I-love-you-so-much-I-could-break-all-your-bones"
God I love that.
-Katie
P.S. If I am ever in a band, we shall be called "The Acid Snowflakes." Global warming is gonna eat us alive. yeah yeah. Ice bergs are gonna raaaaaise the sea level. yeah yeah. Florida will be swimmin with the fishes. lalalaaaa
Ok, that's really not funny. I'm sorry. I think because I am getting sick, my brain is like a bowl of poop.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
...Greatness is never a given. It must be earned.
I'll admit I would have forgotten about the inauguration if Kashi hadn't cancelled class for it (Go ahead. Look upon me in disdain! Have at you!). But as I was walking down from Lamberton, Michelle and I shared the same thought: "I am really glad I watched that."
I thought Generation Y had become this lump of indifferent zombies until I witnessed the way in which we whole-heartedly participated in this election. I feel so proud to have silenced the doubters-- those who always though of us as phone-texting, manners-inept, Rock Band-playing "kids." Yes, I am a kid. And believe me, there still exists apathy and laziness among my generation. But I am a kid who just helped change the face of America. And to all you folks who say "well, your vote doesn't really count," I say: my vote counts for me. You see it's not just about having the confidence and determination to cast your vote and spread the word. It's about having these things at all. For me, at least.
I digress.
(wow, I wasn't ready for the degree of deepness that last paragraph exuded)
Now I'm all distraught.
Oh.
In the meantime, check out this bad boy. I think I shall date him.
Love,
Katie
I thought Generation Y had become this lump of indifferent zombies until I witnessed the way in which we whole-heartedly participated in this election. I feel so proud to have silenced the doubters-- those who always though of us as phone-texting, manners-inept, Rock Band-playing "kids." Yes, I am a kid. And believe me, there still exists apathy and laziness among my generation. But I am a kid who just helped change the face of America. And to all you folks who say "well, your vote doesn't really count," I say: my vote counts for me. You see it's not just about having the confidence and determination to cast your vote and spread the word. It's about having these things at all. For me, at least.
I digress.
(wow, I wasn't ready for the degree of deepness that last paragraph exuded)
Now I'm all distraught.
Oh.
In the meantime, check out this bad boy. I think I shall date him.
Love,
Katie
Sunday, January 18, 2009
"That thought never ocurred to me..."
This shall be my short weekend blog entry and I shall name it short blog entry.
How lucky am I to see Hedda Gabler on Broadway. We performed scenes from the Ibsen great for Characterization in Realism (though I can say for myself that I did not do it justice). Mary Louise Parker played Hedda and it was a real treat to watch her work her stone cold demonic magic on stage. I patiently waited for the scene I performed and when it happened I had a "god! why didn't I think of that?!" moment. I mean that's why she's on Broadway and I am not/will not ever be, but it was still neato to see how committed an actor can be.
I noted the ease in which she graced the stage; her seemingly small character choices went unnoticed until the post-play discussion at a burger joint:
"Did you see her walk?"
"Her hands were so expressive."
"That was weird when lovborg stuck his hand up her dress." (yikes)
I think it's very telling about an actress when you can barely pinpoint the extent to which she transformed herself in order to "become" someone else. She made it look so easy. And although she might have been a more modern "hipper Hedda," all of her, from the tips of her fingers grazing the backs of chairs to the chilling conviction in her step, was Hedda Gabler.
I have more to say about this play, especially about the other characters, but right now I am being eye stabbed so I will go.
-Katie
How lucky am I to see Hedda Gabler on Broadway. We performed scenes from the Ibsen great for Characterization in Realism (though I can say for myself that I did not do it justice). Mary Louise Parker played Hedda and it was a real treat to watch her work her stone cold demonic magic on stage. I patiently waited for the scene I performed and when it happened I had a "god! why didn't I think of that?!" moment. I mean that's why she's on Broadway and I am not/will not ever be, but it was still neato to see how committed an actor can be.
I noted the ease in which she graced the stage; her seemingly small character choices went unnoticed until the post-play discussion at a burger joint:
"Did you see her walk?"
"Her hands were so expressive."
"That was weird when lovborg stuck his hand up her dress." (yikes)
I think it's very telling about an actress when you can barely pinpoint the extent to which she transformed herself in order to "become" someone else. She made it look so easy. And although she might have been a more modern "hipper Hedda," all of her, from the tips of her fingers grazing the backs of chairs to the chilling conviction in her step, was Hedda Gabler.
I have more to say about this play, especially about the other characters, but right now I am being eye stabbed so I will go.
-Katie
Thursday, January 15, 2009
How Fortuitous
Welcome to the [Comfort] Zone.
Presentational Styles is the twinkling dew on my morning grass. It is the start to my day and the first ten minutes of class will determine my mood for the hours that follow. I like that.
Do you want to know why?
Because (thus far) the people who make up the class pass around this little orb of light that gives you the feeling that's comparable to that of the little claymation child when he uses a Puffs Plus tissue as a remedy for his little pointy red nose. I enjoy the thought of these 2 hours waking my body up and putting me in a good mindset in order to face the rest of the day's challenges.
Breathing and touching and improvising, oh my!
Kashi's breathing technique was a nice little treat. I realized I breath a lot from the chest and hopefully vaccum lung practice will aid in my acting breathing. I'll admit the first time I did it, I felt like a dementor sucked the life right out of me. But alas, I was nowhere near Hogwarts. (itisn'trealitisn'trealitisn'treal). But the SECOND time I did it- that's when I reaped the benefits of the exercise.
On a serious note, I want to say that I truly enjoyed improvising today. I feel like I learn something completely new and exciting every time I partake in it. These activities trigger something in my brain that says "Quick! Relate to the scene!" and this trigger gets faster and faster the more I do improv... if that makes sense.
Kashi said something today that kind of stuck with me. As we were going around the circle, attempting to tell the story of the Three Little Pigs using different genres of....stuff, she said: "Don't think." Now, I have the tendency to overthink things-- just in general. Someone asks me a fairly simple question and I sift through the crap in my brain in order to produce the most valuable answer. But that's what everyone does, right? The problem is that I have a lot of crap* up there and it takes me, personally, a heck of a while to sift through all of it. Then I end up stumbling over my words and doubting myself and it's just a mess.
Moral of the story: I have a hard time just going with my first instinct; the thing that pushes its way to the front first. I'm working on it.
*When I say crap, I don't mean the full numerical definition of pi or the solution to a Rubik's Cube. I mean I absorb a lot of CRAP.
And now for something completely different...
Have you ever read Naked by David Sedaris? He is a gem and a half. I found something that might interest those who are involved with R & G... or just have a sense of humor.
"I received a copy of Shakespeare's collected plays...Reading the words made me feel dull and stupid, but speaking them made me feel powerful. I found it best to simply carry the book from room to room, occasionally skimming for fun words I might toss into my ever fragrant vocabulary. The dinner hour either became unbearable or excruciating, depending on my mood:
'Methinks, kind sir, most gentle lady, fellow siblings all, that this barnyard fowl be most tasty and succulent, having simmered in its own sweet juices for such a time as it might take the sun to pass, rosy and full-fingered, across the plum-colored sky for the course of a twilight hour...Hear me out, fine relations, and heed my words, for methinks it adventurous, and fanciful, too, to saddle mine fork with both fowl and carrot at the exact same time, the twin juices blending together in a delicate harmony which doth cajole and enliven mine tongue in a spirit of unbridled merriment!'
"I had the drama bug and Lois had a car...I called her the moment I learned the visiting actor had scheduled a production of Hamlet...We auditioned, and because we were the youngest and least experienced, Lois and I were assigned the roles of the traveling players Hamlet uses the bait his uncle Claudius...Our fellow cast members were in their twenties and thirties and had wet their feet in such long-running outdoor dramas such as The Lost Colony and Tender Is the Lamb...I worshiped these people. Lois slept with them. By the second week of rehearsal, she had abandonded Fortibras for Laertes, who, she claimed, had a "real way with the sword." Unlike me, she was embraced by the older crowd, attending late-night keg parties with Polonius and Ophelia and driving to the lake with the director while Gertrude and Rosencrantz made out in the backseat."
-Katie
Presentational Styles is the twinkling dew on my morning grass. It is the start to my day and the first ten minutes of class will determine my mood for the hours that follow. I like that.
Do you want to know why?
Because (thus far) the people who make up the class pass around this little orb of light that gives you the feeling that's comparable to that of the little claymation child when he uses a Puffs Plus tissue as a remedy for his little pointy red nose. I enjoy the thought of these 2 hours waking my body up and putting me in a good mindset in order to face the rest of the day's challenges.
Breathing and touching and improvising, oh my!
Kashi's breathing technique was a nice little treat. I realized I breath a lot from the chest and hopefully vaccum lung practice will aid in my acting breathing. I'll admit the first time I did it, I felt like a dementor sucked the life right out of me. But alas, I was nowhere near Hogwarts. (itisn'trealitisn'trealitisn'treal). But the SECOND time I did it- that's when I reaped the benefits of the exercise.
On a serious note, I want to say that I truly enjoyed improvising today. I feel like I learn something completely new and exciting every time I partake in it. These activities trigger something in my brain that says "Quick! Relate to the scene!" and this trigger gets faster and faster the more I do improv... if that makes sense.
Kashi said something today that kind of stuck with me. As we were going around the circle, attempting to tell the story of the Three Little Pigs using different genres of....stuff, she said: "Don't think." Now, I have the tendency to overthink things-- just in general. Someone asks me a fairly simple question and I sift through the crap in my brain in order to produce the most valuable answer. But that's what everyone does, right? The problem is that I have a lot of crap* up there and it takes me, personally, a heck of a while to sift through all of it. Then I end up stumbling over my words and doubting myself and it's just a mess.
Moral of the story: I have a hard time just going with my first instinct; the thing that pushes its way to the front first. I'm working on it.
*When I say crap, I don't mean the full numerical definition of pi or the solution to a Rubik's Cube. I mean I absorb a lot of CRAP.
And now for something completely different...
Have you ever read Naked by David Sedaris? He is a gem and a half. I found something that might interest those who are involved with R & G... or just have a sense of humor.
"I received a copy of Shakespeare's collected plays...Reading the words made me feel dull and stupid, but speaking them made me feel powerful. I found it best to simply carry the book from room to room, occasionally skimming for fun words I might toss into my ever fragrant vocabulary. The dinner hour either became unbearable or excruciating, depending on my mood:
'Methinks, kind sir, most gentle lady, fellow siblings all, that this barnyard fowl be most tasty and succulent, having simmered in its own sweet juices for such a time as it might take the sun to pass, rosy and full-fingered, across the plum-colored sky for the course of a twilight hour...Hear me out, fine relations, and heed my words, for methinks it adventurous, and fanciful, too, to saddle mine fork with both fowl and carrot at the exact same time, the twin juices blending together in a delicate harmony which doth cajole and enliven mine tongue in a spirit of unbridled merriment!'
"I had the drama bug and Lois had a car...I called her the moment I learned the visiting actor had scheduled a production of Hamlet...We auditioned, and because we were the youngest and least experienced, Lois and I were assigned the roles of the traveling players Hamlet uses the bait his uncle Claudius...Our fellow cast members were in their twenties and thirties and had wet their feet in such long-running outdoor dramas such as The Lost Colony and Tender Is the Lamb...I worshiped these people. Lois slept with them. By the second week of rehearsal, she had abandonded Fortibras for Laertes, who, she claimed, had a "real way with the sword." Unlike me, she was embraced by the older crowd, attending late-night keg parties with Polonius and Ophelia and driving to the lake with the director while Gertrude and Rosencrantz made out in the backseat."
-Katie
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
2009...WHEN I'LL BURN THIS PLACE DOWN TO THE GROUND
Do you ever get the feeling you're being watched?
It took a little while to delve into acting preparation today. The deathly hangover might have had something to do with it (I told myself birthday = drinking to the point of not being able to function without assistance). At the same time, I realize I'm still working on allowing myself to become fully immersed in activities that might make me look silly or weird. Don't get me wrong. I'll go for the laugh...but that's not always a good thing. So this class gives me the perfect opportunity to up that confidence level a bit. Dust off the old ego.
Would you look at the wonk on that guy.
It was good to explore words today. For instance, did you know "barf-around" was supposedly a slang term for "bad"? Um. No, 1950s acting exercise. I believe you are severely mistaken. Did you just mean barf? Because then that would be an acceptable term. Barf is never good.
I sometimes forget that words and phrases conjure certain obscure images in our minds that might not make sense to anyone else. Do you ever watch people think? It's interesting to imagine how their brain welcomes a word or phrase and then says "Come. Let's make the journey to your memory and we shall create a PowerPoint presentation of ideas so that you can select a clever and deliciously witty morsel that will be your response to this activity." I like being surrounded by these folks. They encourage me to fully utilize my brain.
So I implore you to keep shakin' what yo momma gave ya, classmates.
-Katie "are you gonna eat that?" Kozlowski
P.S. Did you know every time you sneeze, you experience an eighth of an orgasm. ONE EIGHTH.
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