I am a doofus. I was writing an email to one of the Mutli- State, Girlie- Advising Posse about something personal and I managed, through an Outlook screwup, to send it to Theatreboy instead.
Sorry T-Boy, I know you could not have cared less.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Thursday, July 27, 2006
I Feel Like Freakin Goldilocks
Lots of work to get done in the next week. Plot and paperwork for Hamlet at Perseverance Theatre, groundplan for Lunch at NYMF, scene breakdown and sketches for Copenhagen at Town Hall.
My apartment is too hot.
Starbucks is too cold.
Still looking for somewhere that is just right.
My apartment is too hot.
Starbucks is too cold.
Still looking for somewhere that is just right.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
And Now We Really Feel Like Rock Stars
I was just forwarded this ad.
Wanted: 3 Tickets for LUNCH, Tues July 25 - $54
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Reply to: sale-186020286@craigslist.org
Date: 2006-07-25, 10:01AM EDT
While we are looking for 3 tickets to tonight's production of Lunch at PEPCO's Edison Place Gallery - 702 8th St. NW at 8 pm, we will take any number of tickets available.
thanks!
no -- it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
How effing cool is that?
Wanted: 3 Tickets for LUNCH, Tues July 25 - $54
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Reply to: sale-186020286@craigslist.org
Date: 2006-07-25, 10:01AM EDT
While we are looking for 3 tickets to tonight's production of Lunch at PEPCO's Edison Place Gallery - 702 8th St. NW at 8 pm, we will take any number of tickets available.
thanks!
no -- it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
How effing cool is that?
Monday, July 24, 2006
Only Two More Chances!!!
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Awwww!
The other day, as I was walking up 17th street to buy props for the show, I approached a couple kissing one another goodbye. Each turned and headed in opposite directions. The one walking towards me had a smile on her face, and turned back to watch the other walk away. Twice.
I sighed audibly.
Isn't love grand?
I sighed audibly.
Isn't love grand?
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Random Lunch Musings
After two days of venue related stress, we opened Lunch last night to a standing room only crowd. God love em, the audience laughter added a good five minutes to our run time. And they were laughing in all the right places.
I am running lights for the show, something I have not done in about a decade. Even more frightening is that I have been given lines. That has not occured since Ronald Reagan lived in the White House.
We went up nine minutes late last night, so I was surprised to read that intrepid Fringe blogger (and astute theatre critic) Trey Grahm was not seated when he arrived late at this afternoon's show. Hopefully he will make it back to hear and see the whole thing.
Come see the show, because I am certain it is going on to very big things, and wouldn't you like to say you saw it when.
I am running lights for the show, something I have not done in about a decade. Even more frightening is that I have been given lines. That has not occured since Ronald Reagan lived in the White House.
We went up nine minutes late last night, so I was surprised to read that intrepid Fringe blogger (and astute theatre critic) Trey Grahm was not seated when he arrived late at this afternoon's show. Hopefully he will make it back to hear and see the whole thing.
Come see the show, because I am certain it is going on to very big things, and wouldn't you like to say you saw it when.
Friday, July 21, 2006
Yesterday
In the midst of the Fringe madness, I forgot that yesterday was the 27th anniversery of the first moonwalk. A feat that both inspires and saddens me.
In 1969 we sent three men 225,000 miles through space to land on the moon. They landed, got out of the spacecraft and walked around, got back in and returned safely to Earth. Keep in mind that in 1969 we had just barley invented the computer, yet here we were landing men on another planet.
Sadly, the race to reach the moon was born largely out of fear. The fear that the Soviet Union would develop rocket technology superior to our own, putting us at a disadvantage where the potential use of nuclear weapons was concerned.
As you read the paper, you are reminded how little has changed since 1969. North Korea's missle tests on July 4th are a reminder of the very real danger we face from the continued existence of nuclear weapons. Ethnic and religious violence in Africa and the Middle east continues unabated. The AIDS crisis in Africa. Intolerence of differences so extreme that people would accept amending the US Constitution to prohibit same sex mairrage. The list goes on and on.
In the film Apollo 13, Tom Hanks' character says of the moon landing, "It wasn't a miracle. We just decided to go."
One wonders what would happen if we "just decided" to make the world a better place. To bring and end to violence and hatred, poverty, disease, hunger, intolerence.
The human mind contains every possibility. To solve the world's problems does not take a miracle.
We just need to decide to do it.
In 1969 we sent three men 225,000 miles through space to land on the moon. They landed, got out of the spacecraft and walked around, got back in and returned safely to Earth. Keep in mind that in 1969 we had just barley invented the computer, yet here we were landing men on another planet.
Sadly, the race to reach the moon was born largely out of fear. The fear that the Soviet Union would develop rocket technology superior to our own, putting us at a disadvantage where the potential use of nuclear weapons was concerned.
As you read the paper, you are reminded how little has changed since 1969. North Korea's missle tests on July 4th are a reminder of the very real danger we face from the continued existence of nuclear weapons. Ethnic and religious violence in Africa and the Middle east continues unabated. The AIDS crisis in Africa. Intolerence of differences so extreme that people would accept amending the US Constitution to prohibit same sex mairrage. The list goes on and on.
In the film Apollo 13, Tom Hanks' character says of the moon landing, "It wasn't a miracle. We just decided to go."
One wonders what would happen if we "just decided" to make the world a better place. To bring and end to violence and hatred, poverty, disease, hunger, intolerence.
The human mind contains every possibility. To solve the world's problems does not take a miracle.
We just need to decide to do it.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Monday, July 10, 2006
A Favor From My Friends
If you have not heard froom me via email in the past two days, it means I no longer have your email address. Could you please email me so I can have it back?
Assuming you actually want to hear from me.
Assuming you actually want to hear from me.
I Must Be Losing Weight
My ass did not use to hurt this much after spending a day in a chair in front of the computer.
Because it wasn't bony enough already.
Because it wasn't bony enough already.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
I Am The Luckiest Man Alive
So I got robbed Wednesday night.
I had gotten a call from a theatre in California asking about my availability this season. I promised I would look at their website and see what shows I had room for in my schedule. I toodled down to 15th and K to get online. As I was sitting there, a man approached me said he had a gun, and demanded my laptop. I closed it and handed it to him. He took my bag, stuck the laptop in it, and walked up 15th street.
As soon as he was out of sight, I called the cops. Say what you will about the DCPD, but they responded immediatly. There was a car there in three minutes, and I spent the better part of an hour with two officers, driving through alleys in the are searching for the guy.
Ultimately the search proved fruitless, and I was driven home by one of the officers. I sat in my apartment as the shock wore off and I began to realize exactly what losing my laptop meant. I have some files on disk here and there, but nothing even close to a comprehensive backup of the info on that computer.
Gone are 18 months worth of email, all of my music on I-Tunes, dozens of email addresses I don't have written down anywhere, various bits and pieces of dribble I had been writing, the CAD* drawings of over a dozen theatres I have worked in. Perhaps worst of all was the loss of all the work I had been doing for the past month in preperation for the Union exam next week.
I was feeling pretty crappy about it the next day as I took a walk through the alleys in the area, looking in dumpsters and trash cans in the hopes my robber had ditched the bag and computer when he heard the cops coming. No such luck. I contacted various theatres to have them resend me info about upcoming shows, and had to call the exam committee and postpone the test until October.
I talked with both of my parents about the situation, and my mother offered to loan me the money to replace the computer.
After the inevitable second-guessing and anger one goes through in these situations, I began to reflect on how truly lucky I have been in this situation.
One, you are reading about this on my blog, and not in the obituaries.
Two, I have family able and willing to lend support, and not just through this little incident.
Probably more encouraging, I have friends willing to help out. Friday afternoon I received a call from D, whom I have assisted a lot over the past two seasons. He told me he had been discussing my situation with another designer hear in town, and they both offered to front me so I could replace my computer.
I know I have been rather morose of late, and some of you have had to deal with that a lot more than others, but I do know how blessed I am.
If I can't look at my life and see that, then I really have a problem.
BTW folks, back up your data. It really is worth the trouble.
Trust me on this.
*CAD- Computer Aided Drafting
I had gotten a call from a theatre in California asking about my availability this season. I promised I would look at their website and see what shows I had room for in my schedule. I toodled down to 15th and K to get online. As I was sitting there, a man approached me said he had a gun, and demanded my laptop. I closed it and handed it to him. He took my bag, stuck the laptop in it, and walked up 15th street.
As soon as he was out of sight, I called the cops. Say what you will about the DCPD, but they responded immediatly. There was a car there in three minutes, and I spent the better part of an hour with two officers, driving through alleys in the are searching for the guy.
Ultimately the search proved fruitless, and I was driven home by one of the officers. I sat in my apartment as the shock wore off and I began to realize exactly what losing my laptop meant. I have some files on disk here and there, but nothing even close to a comprehensive backup of the info on that computer.
Gone are 18 months worth of email, all of my music on I-Tunes, dozens of email addresses I don't have written down anywhere, various bits and pieces of dribble I had been writing, the CAD* drawings of over a dozen theatres I have worked in. Perhaps worst of all was the loss of all the work I had been doing for the past month in preperation for the Union exam next week.
I was feeling pretty crappy about it the next day as I took a walk through the alleys in the area, looking in dumpsters and trash cans in the hopes my robber had ditched the bag and computer when he heard the cops coming. No such luck. I contacted various theatres to have them resend me info about upcoming shows, and had to call the exam committee and postpone the test until October.
I talked with both of my parents about the situation, and my mother offered to loan me the money to replace the computer.
After the inevitable second-guessing and anger one goes through in these situations, I began to reflect on how truly lucky I have been in this situation.
One, you are reading about this on my blog, and not in the obituaries.
Two, I have family able and willing to lend support, and not just through this little incident.
Probably more encouraging, I have friends willing to help out. Friday afternoon I received a call from D, whom I have assisted a lot over the past two seasons. He told me he had been discussing my situation with another designer hear in town, and they both offered to front me so I could replace my computer.
I know I have been rather morose of late, and some of you have had to deal with that a lot more than others, but I do know how blessed I am.
If I can't look at my life and see that, then I really have a problem.
BTW folks, back up your data. It really is worth the trouble.
Trust me on this.
*CAD- Computer Aided Drafting
Saturday, July 08, 2006
What A Week
There are a lot of tales to tell, but unfortunatly, I am pressed for time.
The short version is I was robbed on Wednesday evening, and the guy got away with my laptop.
Almost three days with no internet access.
Laptop has been replaced, and I am back online.
More later.
The short version is I was robbed on Wednesday evening, and the guy got away with my laptop.
Almost three days with no internet access.
Laptop has been replaced, and I am back online.
More later.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
This Is Just Wrong
I have discussed dating woes with a number of people over the past few months, and many have said to me "You have to get back on the horse."
It probably says something disturbing about me that every time someone says this to me, I can only think of two words.
Christopher Reeve.
I am pretty sure no one ever said that to him.
It probably says something disturbing about me that every time someone says this to me, I can only think of two words.
Christopher Reeve.
I am pretty sure no one ever said that to him.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Dongle Update
When I got home from the office yesterday there was still no sign of the Vectorworks dongle I have been waiting on since last Wednesday. So I called my new best friend Mike, the sales rep from the software company I had talked to last week.
After telling me how glad he was I had called because he had been trying to get ahold of me for days, he informed me that because the version of the software I had was two releases old, I would indeed have to buy the upgrade to version 12. Mike is no longer my best friend.
Fortunatly, I purchased the software while a student and they are giving me the upgrade at the student price. $160.00 is still way better than $1,700.00, though I am annoyed that Mike could not have told me this last week while I was on the phone with him. The clock is ticking on the union exam.
So now I wait another three to four days.
And we all know what a patient person I am.
After telling me how glad he was I had called because he had been trying to get ahold of me for days, he informed me that because the version of the software I had was two releases old, I would indeed have to buy the upgrade to version 12. Mike is no longer my best friend.
Fortunatly, I purchased the software while a student and they are giving me the upgrade at the student price. $160.00 is still way better than $1,700.00, though I am annoyed that Mike could not have told me this last week while I was on the phone with him. The clock is ticking on the union exam.
So now I wait another three to four days.
And we all know what a patient person I am.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Friday, June 23, 2006
Into Every Life A Little Rain Must Fall
Right now, it is fucking pouring.
This is going to ramble a bit, and large portions of it will probably appear terribly self involved. My apologies.
But isn't blogging self involved anyway?
Life has not been going so well for the ol LD lately. I had four weeks of work drop out from under me last month, and except for two days working overhire last week, I have been six weeks without income. This is a trend that looks likely to continue into the middle of July. I had been (perhaps foolishly) counting on having the rigging work to keep me afloat, but for various reasons that has not come to pass.
Add to that the fact that I did half the number of shows from January to May that I did from August to December this season, and I am in a huge cash flow pinch.
Both of my parents and a friend have been kind enough to float me loans to get me through this rough patch. I am more grateful than I have the ability to express.
On other fronts, my brother has been having health issues. A colonoscopy a few weeks ago revealed a five cm* lump, and last week he had 30 percent of his colon removed. We are still waiting on the pathology report for the lump they removed, but obviously the concern is he may have colon cancer.
In the midst of this, my brother's physician has strongly recommended that I have a colonoscopy done as well. My brother is only three years older than I am and they say he is young to have such a sizable lump. There is a history of colon problems in my family, so I should definatly have the procedure done.
Have I mentioned I don't have health insurance right now?
And now we get to the excessivly self-absorbed portion of the program.
This whole thing, the no work, no health insurance, having to borrow money from my parents, makes me feel pretty much like a failure at this game we call life. Why can't I get it together? I am 38 years old for god's sake, why do I have such difficulty managing my own affairs? Do I just bite the bullet, get a "real job", and put this thing to rest?
I don't know what I would do. I don't actually know how to do anything else.
My brother and I have not been close for a very long time. With inspiration and encouragment from City Mouse, I started to try and do something about that at the beginning of the year when my brother and I flew down to attend my uncle's funeral. We had a long talk about our past and how we became so estranged. We both pledged to try and be better.
The current situation has pointed up how little progress has been made on that front. I feel badly about what my brother is having to face, but find myself at a complete loss as to what to say. I am never good in those situations anyway, and it is made much worse by the fact that we have had so little contact in the past fifteen years.
As I sat at the hospital with my sister in law, I came to realize how closed off I actually am. I don't like people. I like individuals, but humanity as a whole annoys the living crap out of me. As a friend of mine likes to say about me, I do not suffer fools gladly. Yet I feel lonely much of the time. I don't know how to build that bridge out to other people. Being really shy does not help.
Then there is my need to have a colonoscopy done. Yes I will get insurance and have the procedure done. I am not willing to stick my head in the sand. But what really bothers me is that I am not ready. I am not ready to start looking over my shoulder. I am 38, but most days I don't feel a day over thirty.
I am not ready to begin anticipating the hand of death.
Finally, I developed strong feelings for someone. Those feelings were not reciprocated. It sucks, but since there has been nothing but honesty between us, there is no one to blame. I am just profoundly disappointed.
But it gets me thinking about the larger issues. I am 38. I am not getting any better looking. I am certainly not getting any richer A year ago I was finally coming to grips with the notion I might be living the rest of my life alone, and I was begining to accept it.
Now I am facing that notion again, and it frightens me. Will I really never find someone who will love me the way that I want? Someone who is as excited by me as I am by them? The answer is quite possibly yes.
I refuse to settle and I refuse to be settled for. A combination that could lead to a life alone.
And when you find yourself afraid of death, that you might face it alone is fucking terrifying.
* That is just shy of two inches, BTW.
This is going to ramble a bit, and large portions of it will probably appear terribly self involved. My apologies.
But isn't blogging self involved anyway?
Life has not been going so well for the ol LD lately. I had four weeks of work drop out from under me last month, and except for two days working overhire last week, I have been six weeks without income. This is a trend that looks likely to continue into the middle of July. I had been (perhaps foolishly) counting on having the rigging work to keep me afloat, but for various reasons that has not come to pass.
Add to that the fact that I did half the number of shows from January to May that I did from August to December this season, and I am in a huge cash flow pinch.
Both of my parents and a friend have been kind enough to float me loans to get me through this rough patch. I am more grateful than I have the ability to express.
On other fronts, my brother has been having health issues. A colonoscopy a few weeks ago revealed a five cm* lump, and last week he had 30 percent of his colon removed. We are still waiting on the pathology report for the lump they removed, but obviously the concern is he may have colon cancer.
In the midst of this, my brother's physician has strongly recommended that I have a colonoscopy done as well. My brother is only three years older than I am and they say he is young to have such a sizable lump. There is a history of colon problems in my family, so I should definatly have the procedure done.
Have I mentioned I don't have health insurance right now?
And now we get to the excessivly self-absorbed portion of the program.
This whole thing, the no work, no health insurance, having to borrow money from my parents, makes me feel pretty much like a failure at this game we call life. Why can't I get it together? I am 38 years old for god's sake, why do I have such difficulty managing my own affairs? Do I just bite the bullet, get a "real job", and put this thing to rest?
I don't know what I would do. I don't actually know how to do anything else.
My brother and I have not been close for a very long time. With inspiration and encouragment from City Mouse, I started to try and do something about that at the beginning of the year when my brother and I flew down to attend my uncle's funeral. We had a long talk about our past and how we became so estranged. We both pledged to try and be better.
The current situation has pointed up how little progress has been made on that front. I feel badly about what my brother is having to face, but find myself at a complete loss as to what to say. I am never good in those situations anyway, and it is made much worse by the fact that we have had so little contact in the past fifteen years.
As I sat at the hospital with my sister in law, I came to realize how closed off I actually am. I don't like people. I like individuals, but humanity as a whole annoys the living crap out of me. As a friend of mine likes to say about me, I do not suffer fools gladly. Yet I feel lonely much of the time. I don't know how to build that bridge out to other people. Being really shy does not help.
Then there is my need to have a colonoscopy done. Yes I will get insurance and have the procedure done. I am not willing to stick my head in the sand. But what really bothers me is that I am not ready. I am not ready to start looking over my shoulder. I am 38, but most days I don't feel a day over thirty.
I am not ready to begin anticipating the hand of death.
Finally, I developed strong feelings for someone. Those feelings were not reciprocated. It sucks, but since there has been nothing but honesty between us, there is no one to blame. I am just profoundly disappointed.
But it gets me thinking about the larger issues. I am 38. I am not getting any better looking. I am certainly not getting any richer A year ago I was finally coming to grips with the notion I might be living the rest of my life alone, and I was begining to accept it.
Now I am facing that notion again, and it frightens me. Will I really never find someone who will love me the way that I want? Someone who is as excited by me as I am by them? The answer is quite possibly yes.
I refuse to settle and I refuse to be settled for. A combination that could lead to a life alone.
And when you find yourself afraid of death, that you might face it alone is fucking terrifying.
* That is just shy of two inches, BTW.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Things I Would Really Like To Stop Doing
Life has been a bit stressfull lately and it has finally gotten to the point it is effecting my behaviour. Not in a good way. What follows is a list of things I really want to stop doing.
- Yelling at my mother.
- Losing things (see post below). I mean really. I live in a studio apartment. It is clean. Why the fuck can't I find anything?
- Eating out of a can or box (not literally).
- Swearing like I have Tourette's.
- Drinking like I have a spare liver stored somewhere.
- Whining to my friends about how much my life sucks right now.
- Taking it out, in a very passive-aggressive way, on one of my best friends.
I know, I know.
So stop already.
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