Yes, you are right. Often the photographers and reporters working for these publications use sleazy tactics to catch you at your worst moments. They are the bottom feeders you complain of.
But if you are writing a check to a publicist every month, then when it comes to this issue you need to SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Thank You
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Sunday, September 10, 2006
As I write this, I am sitting on the floor outside the "Admirals Lounge" at Seattle- Tacoma International airport. We opened Hamlet last night, although I was not able to watch the first act because I was sewing scenery pieces for my next show. I did slip in to watch the second act, which is the part where everyone dies.
Hope I didn't spoil it for anyone.
Despite being exhausted, I could not sleep last night because I had a 6:50 AM flight and I was afraid I would oversleep. So I sat up and read Nick Hornby's How To Be Good. I enjoyed it, but am not yet sure how I feel about the ending.
Obviously, I was not so good with the whole writing every day thing. I really have no excuse. For the first time since I started working at Perseverance, I had a Master Electrician to execute the physical part of the design. I even had an assistant who kept track of paperwork (and me*) during the whole process. As a designer I felt totally supported.
So why no writing? I am not sure. Part of it was practical. I had no internet access where I was staying, so I had to get online at the theatre. It is hard to have a private moment there.
Really I have not been writing because I have not had much to say, and I have been tired. I think the play really got me down. Here is a family, the place where you are supposed to be safe and loved and cared for, yet they cheat and lie and eventually murder one another. With all of the terrible crap going on everywhere in the real world, I guess I was not ready to watch horrific events on the stage as well.
I don't know. I always feel reflective when I leave Juneau, and since I fear it may have been my last time there, I am even more so.
Please try to be good to one another and yourself.
* I came to the conclusion that I had become D. My assistant told me where to stand and what we were doing next, and I brought her cookies, although they were not nearly as good as R's.
Hope I didn't spoil it for anyone.
Despite being exhausted, I could not sleep last night because I had a 6:50 AM flight and I was afraid I would oversleep. So I sat up and read Nick Hornby's How To Be Good. I enjoyed it, but am not yet sure how I feel about the ending.
Obviously, I was not so good with the whole writing every day thing. I really have no excuse. For the first time since I started working at Perseverance, I had a Master Electrician to execute the physical part of the design. I even had an assistant who kept track of paperwork (and me*) during the whole process. As a designer I felt totally supported.
So why no writing? I am not sure. Part of it was practical. I had no internet access where I was staying, so I had to get online at the theatre. It is hard to have a private moment there.
Really I have not been writing because I have not had much to say, and I have been tired. I think the play really got me down. Here is a family, the place where you are supposed to be safe and loved and cared for, yet they cheat and lie and eventually murder one another. With all of the terrible crap going on everywhere in the real world, I guess I was not ready to watch horrific events on the stage as well.
I don't know. I always feel reflective when I leave Juneau, and since I fear it may have been my last time there, I am even more so.
Please try to be good to one another and yourself.
* I came to the conclusion that I had become D. My assistant told me where to stand and what we were doing next, and I brought her cookies, although they were not nearly as good as R's.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
A Grouchy Stream Of Concious
I am grouchy I have no internet access where I am staying so I have to come to the theatre to check email where I can recieve it but not send it because of some network isssue that no one has been able to resolve on top of which my domain address has been bouncing back a mass of messages for the last month so no one seems to be able to get ahold of me via email and I don't have time to contact my hosting service and investigate the problem and my cellphone does not work up here so I have to use a calling card and most of my friends are control freaks and won't answer their phones if they do not recognize the number so I play phone tag and oh by the way my father had a heart attack last week and now I am in family life hell which is compounded by being three thousand miles away so I cannot deal with anyone directly and I am four hours behind the east coast which gives me a very short window to talk to call people or try and get business done especially since we have been in the theatre till around one am so I cannot sleep in if I want to talk to anyone back home and I am trying to find materials for a show in NY next week but that of course is difficult for the aforementioned reasons plus I do not really know NY well enough to know where to go for things and I am eating like crap here and starting to get sick and there are a whole host of show related issues I cannot even begin to discuss and I am lonely and really would the world go spinning off of it's axis if i were to get laid every once in a while and I have not been able to do laundry since I arrived here and I do not know when I will have a chance to before I leave here and head for NY.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
No, I Have Not Been Eaten By A Bear
But, after six fruitless trips up here to Juneau, I have finally managed to see one in the wild.
I went with A and E out to see a friend at what is called a Salmon Bake. It is basically something they set up for the tourists who come in on the cruise ships. They bus them out into the woods where a number of large grills are set up. Everyone pays an exhorbitant fee to sit outside, eat salmon and other foods, and listen to my friend Betsy sing funny tunes.
We had gone out on an invitation from Betsy. She was able to get us in for free, and we were hanging out and eating when Betsy exclaimed "Oh, I almost forgot. There is a bear here."
We moved over a bit to observe a very large black bear, nestled in a tree taking a nap. He moved several times, trying to find a more comfortable position. He was adorable, in that whole large animal capable of ripping your head off with one swipe of his paw sort of a way.
There are other tales, but they will have to wait.
I went with A and E out to see a friend at what is called a Salmon Bake. It is basically something they set up for the tourists who come in on the cruise ships. They bus them out into the woods where a number of large grills are set up. Everyone pays an exhorbitant fee to sit outside, eat salmon and other foods, and listen to my friend Betsy sing funny tunes.
We had gone out on an invitation from Betsy. She was able to get us in for free, and we were hanging out and eating when Betsy exclaimed "Oh, I almost forgot. There is a bear here."
We moved over a bit to observe a very large black bear, nestled in a tree taking a nap. He moved several times, trying to find a more comfortable position. He was adorable, in that whole large animal capable of ripping your head off with one swipe of his paw sort of a way.
There are other tales, but they will have to wait.
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