Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Working to Impress

So my parents hate the fact that I'm involved in theatre. They don't believe it to be a real career and they feel that I have completely wasted all my schooling and talents to go this route in life. For them, money equals happiness and they firmly believe the stereotype that all theatre people are dirt poor and gay and terrible people. I've tried for so long to convince them of otherwise.

And I really thought I had done it this time, but when I told them that this fall I'll be working for the National Theatre for Children, they were pissed and had decided to discontinue their support of my theatrical endeavors and when asked whether or not they would be coming down to Memphis to see my first professional show, they promptly told me they had no plans to do so. It just upsets me so much. I thought that between my senior project, my work with this professional company, my job teaching theatre in Memphis, and my job for the fall, I thought that they would finally be proud of me and understand that I CAN DO IT!

What a fool I was.

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Not so Awesome

So it took all week, but I finally got development's approval to raise some money for the Student Cabaret...
And we raised just a little over $300.

Lame.

At least CODA is helping us I guess.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Helping Out

So, I'm helping out my friends right now. A group of them are producing and directing this student Cabaret but because of a few problems, they are facing major financial difficulties getting the show up and running. I have taken this problem to heart and have decided to help them out by fundraising!
I'm going to solicit alumni from Rhodes college (assuming that most of them have money to spare!) and try to get donations to help out the theatre department. Unfortunately, I don't know if this is something I can do on my own: I might need some cheap labor to help me out!
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And I'm not talking about slaves mind you!!!
I'm talking about legitimate help! Not help from slaves or indentured servants or house maids, but from like minded philanthropist friends of mine. The hard part will be to coerce them help me out since they have absolutely nothing to benefit from this. And my prescription...FUNraising!!! making fundraising FUN! WOOT!!
We're going to have lots of fun soliciting alumni! We might even have food and maybe a game and who knows...finger paint? Maybe anything! Dream it, dreamers! That's what dreams are for. And we might have prizes for who can FUNraise the most! Maybe like gift certificates or new toasters or Magic Bullet sets or Ziploc baggies full of FUNraisable pocket lint!

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Stress

So, I'll admit, I'm alittle stressed. I really didn't see this coming this semester, but here it is. I've got UPTA and my senior project back to back. My family's coming in town. I'm starting to fall behind in my school work. I have emails to send, research to do, and friends and loved ones to hang out with. And I'm completely obsessed with being lazy.

I'm trying to tackle it just a little at a time and to just keep working, but now it's late and I'm tired and just want to go to bed. But I keep telling myself that if I just work all night I can totally catch up. I mean, how valuable is sleep anyways. Here I'll quote a big inspiration of mine, who totally helped me through those tough times:

"Who needs sleep"
Barenaked Ladies



Who needs sleep
well you're never gonna get it
who needs sleep
tell me what's that for

Now, I haven't been awake since the second World War, but I'll agree with BNL. Sleep is obviously for pussies and I'm certainly not a pussy. I'M A MAN! A MAN THAT CAN SURVIVE WITHOUT SLEEP! AND WITHOUT STRESS! STRESS SUCKS AND I'M A MAN AND MEN DON'T SUCK SO I DON'T SUCK SO I DON'T HAVE STRESS SO I'M NOT A PUSSY.

Goodnight....

Monday, January 28, 2008

Valentines Day

So this will be the first time in years and year that I will (hopefully) have a girlfriend for Valentines Day. And I have no idea what in the world I should do. I want to do something special to show that I really care, but other than cutting out my heart or kidney, I have no idea what I can possibly do to impress her. Maybe I can take her out to dinner and we can eat something really romantic and exotic, like cow heart or sweet bread or something. But something tells me she would be morally, religiously, politically, spiritually, and ethically disinclined to dine with me. Oh, honestly, I find nothing but bad that can come from this idea.

Picture this with me. We go to dinner, an exotic plate of cow heart and monkey loins comes out to show her my love. She begins to eat, and I get drunk and tell her what's what. She throws up. The waiter yells at me and bops me on the nose, I get furious and bum rush him. Of course, we crash into a table that holding six banana cream pies, and those fly and hit a table of far too finely dressed people who begin weeping. We later find out that those gentry we soiled were actually about to present a huge monetary donation to the restaurant for its fine service, but decide otherwise, prompting the restaurant owner to hire a hit man to knock off the girl that puked and started it all. So now I'm left with a large check to cover the way too expensive cow brains and a dead girlfriend. Man, this is sounding like it will be a worse V-Day than last year when I was a P.O.W. on the set of Scrubs and had to listen to them making terrible jokes for hours upon hours. SCRUBS = SUCKAGE

Grow Up

You know what's not impressive? Arrogant, young, douchebags who maintain preconceived notions of what they deserve and are either unwilling or unable to adapt to new situations and new circumstances in a way proper to their own survival.

I use the example for which I'm writing of a boy named Steven. Two of my best friends are currently working on a student Cabaret project to be performed on campus in March and have been going through a tough time of uncompromising schedules and the difficult problem of people dropping out of the show because they are lacking either the time or the motivation. But once you commit to doing such a project, it is important that you have respect for your work, whether or not you decide to finish your venture. In the case of Steven, he did not choose to continue working with the group and quit. But he quit passively and crappily. Choosing not to show up to rehearsal and then waiting for one of the directors to call HIM, he explains that things are not working out and that he had quit, without informing anyone.

This act of selfishness and disrespect prompted an email from one of the directors politely calling him a shithead and explaining that these works are collective processes that require the participation and cooperation of everyone involved, and that his actions demonstrated his unprofessionality and his immaturity. His feeling were hurt and his ego threatened. Therefore, he argued back and cried like a baby and threatened to tell the faculty that the directors were being slavedrivers toward the actors.

I was told once when trying to find the perfect meeting time to generate interest in a project of my own that just to schedule any ol' time. Because "If people want to be there they will be. And those are the people you want to work with." I have come to place much value in this advice and contend that this boy Steven is neither hurting anyone nor helping himself.

He needs to learn that college is alot different than high school and the same politics do not apply. You gain a reputation for how hard you work, not how pretty you are or how good you happen to be at an audition. Social Darwinism in effect. Some freshmen like him with succeed and others will not and will choose because of that whether or not to continue in theatre as a hobby/career. And success is largely dependent on dedication and teamwork, not an ego and a pretty face.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Bugs

So, this girl I'm dating now is totally into jewelry, and, in particular, rings. But it's OK, I'm not talking about gold or diamond things, Lord knows there is no way in the world I could afford that right now, but I'm talking about really interesting rings. Her favorite is this big plastic ring she has that encases a big dead green bug. She also has this other ring that's a big black spider. The more I think about it, the more I'm starting to believe she has an interesting fascination with creepy crawlies on her. I mean, bugs, spiders...I should get her a live millipede and tie its head to its butt and make a bracelet for her. That might be a little high maintenance though. I mean, she would have to feed and water it, other wise it would die and shrivel up and then it might get really tight on her wrists and cause her to lose feeling in her phalanges. Then her digits would fall off and we would have to go in and operate to amputate her hand, and I don't want to sound insensitive or whatever, but I don't know how much sympathy I could possibly have for someone who would attach a live millipede to their wrist for the sake of incredible jewelry. And, furthermore, I don't want to be called shallow (or an asshole) but I don't know how I would feel about dating a girl with only one hand because she lost the other in a terrible, freak jewelry incident where a grotesque creature gave its last breath for the sake of beauty. For now I think I'll just stick to purple flower rings from JC Penny's.