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| 04:20am 28/11/2009 |
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A little over a year ago, I posted an entry about how I couldn't dance at auditions.
About two weeks ago, I started rehearsing a show for which, during callbacks, I danced through one combination, made it past a cut, and danced another combination.
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| 06:17pm 18/06/2009 |
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I've been thinking in dance today.
Strange.
I've been thinking, as well.
Stranger. |
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| 11:41pm 30/11/2008 |
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I thought I was on solid ground, but it turned out to be quicksand.
I don't know what to do with this... |
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| 11:07pm 16/11/2008 |
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"Shortbus" is an incredible work of art. I suggest that you all watch it.
It's another film of John Cameron Mitchell's, who first captivated me with "Hedwig and the Angry Inch," another epically amazing film. Both deserve to be watched many, many times.
Seriously though. Watch "Shortbus." |
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| 11:30pm 11/11/2008 |
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I want to lock myself in a big library for a month, taking that time to read, listen to music, and watch movies.
Anyone want to sponsor me? |
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| 03:05am 10/11/2008 |
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"You're kind of like a puppy," she said. I looked up, cocking my head ever so slightly to the right.
"You're so eager to do - anything." She smiled. "I wish I had that. You know, I'm a traditionalist. To do anything in art, you need to know where you came from."
"I know," I said, with just a touch of exasperation. I know nothing. "You've got that."
She nodded. "Put us together..."
Suddenly, I understood. "...and we could take over the world." My lips parted in a grin, an adoring smile, mirrored in her eyes. |
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| 02:12am 31/10/2008 |
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So I got cast as a swing. Which is not what I wanted, obviously, but it's gonna be really cool and a great learning experience to be covering six roles.
And hopefully I can get a show as one of them! |
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| 12:10am 30/10/2008 |
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Tonight I went to a callback for another show, and I felt like I was in high school again.
Worst feeling ever, that. |
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| 12:41pm 04/10/2008 |
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Daria makes everything better. |
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| 12:14pm 04/10/2008 |
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I can't dance.
This is not entirely accurate. I can dance okay. I cannot get in from of auditioners and dance without my entire body freezing, my mind forgetting everything, and my lungs forgetting how to work.
So in effect, I can't dance in front of anyone who matters.
I don't know how to fix it. |
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| 10:44pm 21/09/2008 |
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Man, all I want is to be cast in a show.
On the plus side, however, my current show-less state is letting my schedule be nice and free so I can audition for the CAP performance in the Thanksgiving Parade without fear of not being able to do it due to conflicts. So, yay for that, I guess.
My life has been weird lately. Good, but weird. |
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| 08:07pm 19/09/2008 |
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For most of my life, I have been ashamed of what makes me happy.
I'm done with that now. I've been working towards it for a while. But now, I'm just going to say dammit, this ends.
I am no longer apologizing for my own happiness. |
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| 02:47pm 18/09/2008 |
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New musical obsession:
Hair.
End of story. |
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| 10:54am 30/08/2008 |
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And yet, as is my MO, everything somehow works out in the most amazing way possible.
Dear Michael,
Stop bitching so much about your life. It's never as bad as you think it is, and you hold on for about twenty more seconds and everything gets wonderful again.
Love, Michael |
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| 02:38am 24/08/2008 |
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I think in a curious way that the world shows me what I need to see exactly when I need to see it. Or maybe my subconscious just knows better than I, and draws me towards them.
The production of "Hair" currently running in Central Park is amazing. And I think it's exactly what I needed to see.
I feel so strange. Like I'm on the brink of something totally wonderful. It's not a nervous energy...it's more like I can sense being on the edge of a huge precipice, and when I find that one thing that will push me over, everything will become fantastic and magical.
This feeling on the eve of my return to New York fills me with the sense that this will be a very, very good year.
I'm finally learning, I think, to do what I want because I want to do it without having to quantify it and justify it through seven levels of equations and metaphysical mathematics that don't add up to anything.
So, my loves...and I do love you all...
Here's to living and being and loving and Life, the Universe, and Everything.
And here's to a wonderful, magical, fantastical year. |
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| 03:54pm 22/08/2008 |
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I think I'm going a little bit crazy.
After all, madness is like gravity, and I've had my share of pushes lately. |
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| 09:27am 21/08/2008 |
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One thing that this summer has taught me is the incredible value of a cup of strong black coffee. |
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| 02:24pm 19/08/2008 |
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So, if every time I go shopping, I'm naturally attracted to the most expensive clothes/shoes/whatever, does that mean that I have really good taste, or just an unfortunate style palate? |
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| 01:56pm 18/08/2008 |
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David Kelso, my illustrious voice teacher in New York, just added me on Facebook.
Teachers on facebook = love. The end. |
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