Nothing seems to fit me right.
The less I wear, the more comfortable I feel.
More rouge...
George is very special. Maybe I'm just not special enough for him.
If my legs were longer.
It my bust was smaller.
It my hands were graceful.
If my waist was thinner.
If my hips were flatter.
If my voice was warm.
If I could concentrate-

I'd be in the Follies.
I'd be in a cabaret.
Gentlemen in tall silk hats
And linen spats
Would wait with flowers.
I could make them wait for hours.
Giddy young aristocrats
With fancy flats
Would drink my health,
And I would be as
Hard as nails...
And they'd only want me more...

If I was a folly girl.
Nah, I wouldn't like it much.
Married men and stupid boys
And too much smoke end all that noise
And all that color and light...

I love my life right now.

Art
is the great liberator
with impossible shackles

"I've always suspected that theaters are prisons for players." -Tennessee Williams in Two Character Play



What is the role of the artist? As I continue to learn both academically and experientially I grow cynical, suspicious, and tired of human nature. Who isn't effected by the burden of our fucked up world?
I read headline news of death and disaster. I see people treat one another with complete disrespect and deliberate cruelty. And the worst is when I catch myself lashing out immaturely because of my own insecurities. I think all of us reach a point where we are exhausted by humanity. This is when I rely on art most. Artists help me come to terms with all the imperfection and ugliness. Art transforms the most isolating and painful failures into something binding. Who has not felt tragedy, hopelessness, cruelty or embarrassment? We are all tragically flawed. We are all Hamlet, Oedipus, and Hedda Gabler. Artists don't tell us that life should be happy. Artists shed light on the darkness so we can embrace the joy and the pain and most importantly, one another.

Move On--Sunday in the Park with George

Stop worrying where you're going, move on
If you can know where you're going, you've gone
Just keep moving on.
I chose, and my world was shaken--so what?
The choice may have been mistaken
but choosing was not.
You have to move on.
Look at what you want,
Not at where you are,
Not at what you'll be.
Look at all the things you've done for me:
Opened up my eyes
Taught me how to see
Notice every tree!
Understand the light!
Concentrate on now!
I want to move on . . .
I want to explore the light.
I want to know how to get through
through to something new--
Something of my own!
Move on!
Move on!
Stop worrying if your vision is new.
Let others make that decision . . .
they usually do!
You keep moving on.
Look at what you want,
Not at what you are
Not at what you'll be
Look at all the things you gave to me.
See what's in my eyes,
And the color of my hair,
and the way it catches light.
And the care, and the feeling
And the light, moving on!
We've always belonged together.
We will always belong together!
Just keep moving on.
Anything you do, let it come from you--
then it will be new.
Give us more to see.




I needed to listen to this today.
Posted for my big sister. :)

"One thing that I did learn at Yale - or not so much learned as agreed with - is Brustein's idea that things are written at all different periods and times, but things want to be heard at certain moments. The time in which you live calls for certain kinds of voices to be heard. So I think that part of what I do when I read a script is, I think, This is relevant to now, for whatever reason, or this needs to be heard now. It's a fluid thing. A play is always seen in the context of its time. What's going on right then. That's how we receive it as an audience. In the moment of our communal anxiety or pessimism or despair, or whatever is going on. I don't necessarily think about that, but I rely on it - my inner hum, my awareness of where I am in the world right now, right here - and something resonates in the script."

-Meryl Streep




We worked on nut grafs in news writing today. Which part answers the question, "so what"? What paragraph gives the current event CONTEXT and significance in the world today?

I have a hunch theatre and journalism are more than just distant cousins.

Hours of hard work can build a reputation
It takes seconds for it to not matter
I was hurrying to get home from work
I took the shortcut through the neighborhood
Driving fast and yes, texting
When her mom found out
When my mom found out
Their faces
I am not the straight A student anymore
I am the girl that killed their daughter
Sorrow, rage, and pity
When I stop crying I think of her mom's face
When she realized her daughter was gone
I didn't see her run out into the road
Her blonde hair was wet with blood
I am
The girl who killed the four year old
Love is not the strongest emotion
Guilt is
I resent every bite I eat
Every breath of air
I am changed
My parents are changed
Her parents are changed
Their dreams for their little girls
Crashed
Crushed
Neither of us continue to live
Yet I walk
I don't want their forgiveness
It would only make me feel better
I already took their child
They owe me no favors

"Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them."

Edward R. Murrow

"In this world, Elwood, you must be oh so smart or oh so pleasant. For years I was smart, now I am pleasant."

-Harvey

The American people don't want the truth. They want an echo--not a mirror--their own ideas reverberating--not challenged.
Complexity is dead.

23:59 stuff. BAHA!
http://www.themaneater.com/stories/2009/11/10/2359-puts-play-production-under-pressure/

Five plays in 24 hours from Maneater Video on Vimeo.

"Then once more I must bring what is dark to light."

-Sophocles

"A play in a book is only the shadow of a play and not even a clear shadow of it... The printed script of a play is hardly more than an architect's blueprint of a house not yet built or a house built and destroyed. The color, the grace and levitation, the structural pattern in motion, the quick interplay of live beings, suspended like fitful lightening in a cloud, these things are the play, not the words on paper nor thoughts and ideas of an author."

-Tennessee Williams' definition of a play

The church began as a group of outcasts.
The church should continue to be a place for the poor, the unpopular, and the unclean. The church should accept with unconditional love-not reject with eternal damnation. The church should instill hope for the "hopeless" and take each individual and use their talents differently for the glory of God and for the glory of LOVE. When we begin each day, each service, and each greeting with love and acceptance they will ask where the love and acceptance comes from. It comes from God. It comes from Christ. It comes from Jesus' death. What if Zaccheus was left up in the tree? What if Mary Magdalene was simply dismissed as a whore? What if each of us were struck down for each jealous impulse, unclean thought or selfish word? The weight of sin is simply too heavy without unconditional love. Without Jesus' acceptance, life is unbearable. The darkness of human nature must be offset by the light of God. And that light should be shone not only on those who do their best to hide their faults and problems and sins, but also the love and acceptance should be shown to those who wear the wounds on their backs and the scars on their face. Let us not be crippled by the devil's fear. Let us stare at the dark together and invite those who hide in the shadows back into the light-with unconditional love and acceptance.

"I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance"


June 1st, 2008

Sometimes the best thing you can give someone is your laughter.

This semester I am taking Nutrition and there is a w h o l e day dedicated to VEGETARIANISM.

Can't wait to sit front row with a huge bag of Boca burgers and carrot sticks.








Speaking of: today I had a Morningstar Vegetarian Sweet 'n Sour "Chicken". I give it 3.5 stars.

There's a scene in While You Were Sleeping where the protagonist, Lucy, is sitting with her "fiance's" family for a Christmas get-together. The family is laughing and making jokes, comfortable and warm. Then, somebody hands Lucy a present unexpectedly.

When I watched this movie as a child I always wanted her to immediately open the present. I didn't understand why she wasn't more eager to open the box. Why does she stare at this Norman Rockwell scene and smile appreciatively?



I think I know now.

"When you really believe in yourself, you don't have to bring other people down."

poema

que dolor
se puede
inspirar
obras
sangre
sangre
el dolor
el amor
que bonito