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Saturday, August 15th, 2009
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12:31 am - shhh - I'm dancing.
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I just watched Julie&Julia and now I'm mad that I don't blog. Not that it was a particularly inspirational movie - other than Meryl Streep and Stanley Tucci both being in it - or that blogging is a particularly inspirational or noble idea. I think I just miss being able to formulate coherent thoughts and get enough mental space to reflect on anything.
It's like that scene in What Women Want, where Mel Gibson wakes up to discover he can hear women's thoughts, and gets surrounded by females - I think a volleyball team sprints past him or something and he goes into hubub overload. The thing that always bothered me about that movie is that the thoughts he overhears are always complete, well formed sentences. I don't know about anyone else, but I don't usually think in linear, non-repetitive, evocative English. It's usually fragments, stuttering, overlapping, images, and emotions. But when I sat down to listen to the noise in my brain, and let the thoughts come and go as they pleased like my chiropractor suggested, what I heard was exactly like the depicted frenzied overlapping of hundreds of women worrying.
Anyone out there still reading?
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| Thursday, January 15th, 2009
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2:09 am - "Tuesday in Paris" photo album is ready!
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http://picasaweb.google.com/ktwarren/ParisTuesday#
Tuesday we spent at the Louvre. All day. We got up, metro'd across the river, had a really delicious breakfast at a little cafe on Rue de Rivoli, got a French travel dictionary at a bookstore, and then walked across the street to where the Tuileries Gardens begin, and walked through them up to the Louvre. For those of you who know the Louvre, we started on the Ground Floor in the sculptures and Greek antiquities, then went to the 1st floor and walked through the paintings section. At some point we thought we were gonna die so we stopped at the Louvre cafe for a drink, and took another pit stop to eat some smashed bread, cheese, and cranberries, and drink juice, all of which we'd brought with us in Anneka's backpack. Brilliant idea.
We went way downstairs to find the inverted pyramid, which we did. We hung out in the shopping center lobby surrounding the inverted pyramid, feeling in desperate need of a break from fine art. After eating some more smashed bread and cheese, we wandered into Virgin Records and spent a good long while listening to French music on their display machines, then bought some memory cards and batteries for our cameras, and headed back into the Louvre.
This time we went to the Lower Ground Floor to see the French sculptures and worked our way through that area, and we were scrambling upstairs trying to reach the 2nd floor, the German/Flemish/Dutch paintings because Anneka wanted a picture of the Lacemaker, when they closed the museum and escorted us, along with about a million other exhausted-looking tourists, out into the Louvre courtyard.
We went a few steps and decided we were too tired to do much besides eat, so we found a restaurant with a friendly...very friendly...waiter who suggested that we come back at midnight after his shift. Instead, we chowed down, thanked him and the chef, and trudged back to our hotel, where we promptly fell asleep, no doubt dreaming of fine sculptures and legendary paintings.
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| Sunday, January 4th, 2009
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2:16 am - Finally catching up on photos
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Happy new year!
Last August I went to Paris for a week - I had a week off work with no theatre engagements and really, not a whole lot else to look forward to, so I decided to go somewhere. One of my oldest friends, Anneka, is now living in London, and agreed to meet me in Paris. We had no idea what it would be like to spend a week together after so many years, but we just went for it and it was PERFECT. We had the best time!
Once I finish the rest of this, I'll post a link to a highlights album, but first I'm working my way through the complete set. There's tons. So I've broken it up into days.
Right now what I have for you to look at if you want is days one and two.
Day one was Sunday, August 24, 2008. I arrived in Paris about 5pm Parisian time and Anneka was in the hotel lobby checking her email (thank god, cuz I had no idea how we were gonna meet up). We lay around our hotel room eating brie and french bread she'd bought, talking and catching up, and then we walked out to see the Seine and have a dinner, ironically, of Italian food cuz we were tired and that's what we could find. Then I called home and we went back to the hotel room and fell fast asleep.
Here's the album of that day:
http://picasaweb.google.com/ktwarren/ParisSundayGettingThere#
Day two, Monday, was packed and wonderful! My Gramma had given me a list of cool things to see (a lot of people contributed advice and lists of their own, and I compiled them on the plane on the way over). It was sort of a scavenger hunt cuz we weren't sure what we were looking for. For example, I had written down "That wonderful thing on the top of the hill" as one of the descriptions of something I should find. We actually found it right away - we left the hotel and Metro'd over to the Church of the Sacre Coure and walked up to Montmatre. Heading down the other side of the hill I was especially excited to find the Lapin Agile, and then we walked through the Montmatre graveyard and down to the Moulin Rouge. We meandered our way back to someplace recognizable, and eventually wandered up and down Rue de Rivoli looking for Le Souffle, a restaurant my grandparents had recommended (I believe my Grandfather had said, when I asked where it was, "It's right around the corner from the big hotel where we stayed." He couldn't remember more information than that, but we found it eventually, after asking a lot of people "ou est Le Souffle?"). Then we walked back to our hotel, basically heading in the direction of the Eiffel Tower, which was blue and periodically lighting up in glitteries! It was amazing. We were totally mesmerized and sat on the grass in the Champ de Mars for about an hour before walking the rest of the way back to our hotel.
http://picasaweb.google.com/ktwarren/ParisMonday#
I'll post the next day as soon as it's ready to go. For now, enjoy!
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| Sunday, December 14th, 2008
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8:30 pm - Island of Misfits - come see it for the love of god!
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Here's a review:
http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/thearts/2008474357_zart08island.html
"As Snowflake, the ultra-deadpan Warren executes a choice piece of slapstick in high heels and Jackie Kennedy pillbox hat." - Misha Berson
(I'm really curious what she's talking about, but I'll take a compliment where I can get one)
Here's another:
http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/Content?oid=833038
It sounds like the beginning of a joke (a closeted homosexual, an emotionally stunted photographer, and a draft-dodging puppeteer race for the Canadian border), but this play, which examines the cultural landscape of the 1960s, refuses to be simplified with a punch line. Island of Misfits is the third-ever production by Next Stage, a new theater company in residence at Hugo House. Written by the company's associate artistic director (Amy Boyce Holtcamp) and directed by its founder (Mark Jared Zufelt), the play could stand to shed a scene or five, rein in some tangents, and sustain more consistency in tone. That said, Misfits is original and, despite its structural flaws, satisfying. The title, a reference to the Island of Misfit Toys from the 1964 Christmas TV special Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer, refers also to the play's characters—outsiders within a society that rejects them. The set, painted blue and white, mirrors the winter land of the original stop-motion animation, paralleling the real world of the characters with that of their puppets. Even the villains, a menacing Grinch-like policeman (Aaron Allhouse is perfect in this role) and fumbling KKK members who hand out Twinkies, are reminiscent of the puppets in the TV show. With everything from drugged-out renditions of children's Christmas stories to poetry by Langston Hughes, this play is fully loaded. KAIA CHESSEN
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| Sunday, December 7th, 2008
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7:24 am - The universe spelled my name wrong.
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On Sunday, (last Sunday, November 30th,) something big happened. Really big. Really good. Really scary, and totally thrilling. I can't talk about it more now; I'll post it when the time is right.
Backing up a few days, or weeks, or whatever. After a year of fighting, after "giving ourselves space" as much as possible, I had become little more than an investor in Balagan - my name and money still tied up in the company, with arrangements to meet with my old theatre partners once a month as sort of a makeshift board meeting, since we don't have a board...I'm about as close as we had. When I heard that they were complaining about having to meet with me even as little as once a month, I threw in the towel. My sister, and later another local lawyer a friend hooked me up with, helped me draw up contracts, putting Balagan on a mandatory payment plan to pay me back the money I loaned them under contract to be repaid in full by November 2007 (um, fucked that one up a little, no?) and to obligate them to try to take me off the lease, off the corporate charter, etc. This has been a long time in the making.
On Monday, I stayed up til about 4:30 in the morning finalizing the contracts as much as possible so I could go into our Tuesday night meeting as prepared as possible, ready to negotiate. I proofread and proofread and sent out emails to my sister and to Kira, the local lawyer, and got various drafts ready to print at kinko's the next day. After work on Tuesday I spent about an hour and $30 at Kinko's, printing and organizing everything, including a recipe for pumpkin muffins cuz I figured what the hell. Felt like I was sailing into the storm, and I geared myself up for what I expected to be a pretty terrible meeting. Kira offered to be there and I think it made all the difference, energy-wise. It was kinda, well, great. I left feeling heart-broken, and completely elated.
In 15 minutes all 3 contracts were signed, paperwork stapled and passed off, and Kira on her way out. I sat for a minute and offered to answer any questions that may come up in the future, and then said "Well, I'm gonna go." Andy gave me a hug, then Jake hugged me with a "bye" and Lisa hugged me with a "sorry." I got the impression she wanted to say more and maybe in a different setting I would have let her. But instead I left, having signed away my baby, and hopefully, gotten back my name and my money and eventually my sanity too.
Talk about wanting to mourn and celebrate at the same time.
As if that wasn't enough for one week, on Thursday I officially quit my job. When Wednesday came around the director of my school just happened to stop in while I was alone in the classroom so I grabbed the opportunity and told that in January I'm leaving town. There's two days of school I need to take off because I'm absolutely going home for the holidays, and she only has one sub who happens to be booked. Could she give me those two days off and let me stay til I leave town? No? Then I need to give my two weeks' notice tomorrow, and I'll remain on your sub list as long as I'm in Seattle if you like. She preferred the second option. Apparently I'm easier to replace than to cover for, but I guess that's been obvious for a while now.
And again. Talk about wanting to mourn and celebrate at the same time.
My toddlers are getting older, and starting to talk and listen more. This means more rewarding time spent with them and I had been sick for part of November so Monday was my first day back in a while. While cleaning up at the end of the day I was reflecting on the fact that I do like these kids, I do like this job, I did kinda want to stay there...maybe I should give it another consideration, I thought, and as I had this thought I opened the door to the hallway and found myself face to face with a sign that said "Flyaway Katie."
It took me a minute to realize it was the title of a book the preschoolers had on their schedule to read during circle that day. I stared at it for a while. Well if that isn't a sign, I don't know what is. Even if the universe spells my name wrong, it's timing and clarity leave little to be debated.
So I'll be leaving town soon. I'm staying through the end of Island of Misfits of course, and then going home with Jesse for Christmas in Berkeley. Then I'll be around for a week or so, do the first weekend of 14/48 (finally! Thanks, Stan!) and then bounce. First to India, then to Hollywood for a 3 month stay with my cousin. When the 3 months is up, we'll see. So far...that is as far as I can plan.
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| Sunday, November 9th, 2008
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8:03 pm - My touch Obama
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We've entered a new era, and if I could sum up our collective first thought of this new era, it is this: Anything Is Possible.
An African American has been elected President of the United States! Anything is possible! We can wrestle our economy out of the hands of the reckless rich and return it to the people. Anything is possible! Every citizen can be guaranteed health care. Anything is possible! We can stop melting the polar ice caps. Anything is possible! Those who have committed war crimes will be brought to justice. Anything is possible.
We really don't have much time. There is big work to do. But this is the week for all of us to revel in this great moment. Be humble about it. Do not treat the Republicans in your life the way they have treated you the past eight years. Show them the grace and goodness that Barack Obama exuded throughout the campaign. Though called every name in the book, he refused to lower himself to the gutter and sling the mud back. Can we follow his example? I know, it will be hard.
I want to thank everyone who gave of their time and resources to make this victory happen. It's been a long road, and huge damage has been done to this great country, not to mention to many of you who have lost your jobs, gone bankrupt from medical bills, or suffered through a loved one being shipped off to Iraq. We will now work to repair this damage, and it won't be easy.
But what a way to start! Barack Hussein Obama, the 44th President of the United States. Wow. Seriously, wow.
Yours,
Michael Moore
On Tuesday, I got out of an appointment and it was 8pm. I texted my friend Jesse. "Did you vote?" He wrote back "yes, I just dropped off my ballot, and CNN just declared Obama president."
I called him. "You're fucking with me" but as I said it a guy ran buy screaming "Obama!!"
Pretty soon all of Capitol Hill was honking and screaming. I called my parents; screaming in the background there too, fireworks in the backgroundw here I was. I went to rehearsal, totally unable to concentrate, but then we all were - we took a break to run around Capitol Hill, but I couldn't find the source of the cheering. It was just an Ambient Hope floating through the streets - disembodied cheers and honking all around us. No big groups - just little pairings of people joining up on the street, talking excitedly to one another, with the continued background noise wafted over their heads.
By the end of the rehearsal the cheers had gotten so loud we couldn't ignore them inside the theatre, so we went upstairs and opened a bottle of champagne. "In a time when our country is fucked and we feel so disheartened politically, I'm so glad that tonight makes our play completely irrelevant" our director, Mark, said as a toast. Our play takes place in the 1960's, during the Vietnam war and Civil Rights. This is like a happy ending for a play like that. Or at least a hopeful ending.
When I drove home from rehearsal, Broadway was blocked off. My friend Adam had his camera with him and took some pictures as people rushed my car in the intersection. Later I had to drive Adam home and when I got back to Capitol Hill it was almost midnight - Broadway was all but empty, but the cheers continued. I called Jesse. We agreed to meet at the supermarket and when we did we were both tired and considered going home, but decided to check out Pike and Broadway just for the hell of it to see if it was still going on. As we started walking, we heard drumming behind us.
We turned around and discovered a huge mass of people, having marched from up in the U-District. They stopped a bus and started shaking it, pounding on the windows. We marched with them and stopped traffic, which happily honked with us and blinked their lights. We entered the blocked off zone, passing cop cars and stepping on broken beer bottles. It was everything a happy riot should be.
Insert photo album here. I also have a bunch of videos I'm trying to figure out how to loop together but this is one of my favorites.
Enjoy.
photos:
http://picasaweb.google.com/ktwarren/obamaday
video:
http://s9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/si11ym0nkey/?action=view¤t=DSCF7892.flv
At work the following day, I had fun with the toddlers. I was wearing an Obama pin and they kept asking about it. "What's this?" they'd say.
"Obama" I'd say. I briefly contemplated whether this was an appropriate name to teach them but decided that since he'd actually been elected, it couldn't hurt. He's the first president of their generation, after all. How inspiring. They loved him.
"My touch Obama? My touch?"
"Obama!"
"Mama."
They all wanted to touch the pin and throughout the day would return with their hands outstretched toward the pin, saying "My touch Obama. Mama. Obama. My touch Obama."
I did a Sharing/Mixing painting work with them. Normally they just get to paint one color on one seasonally-appropriate shape (this month it's brown-on-turkeys; gag me with a paintbrush.) So I rolled out a huge sheet of paper, gave a small group four colors and four brushes, and told them to go at it. They didn't get the sharing concept right away. "My red!" "No, it's a sharing work, so everyone shares the red." "Sharing red." "Right." "My touch Obama?" "Wash the paint off your hands first" And so on. During lunch one child turned around and said to me "Kailey, I li'e duh shrung work." "You like the sharing work?" "Yeah." awesome.
I asked them what colors they were making when they mixed the colors together and they figured that out; we have a book my mom gave us called White Rabbit's Color Book and Rabbit dips herself in different colors of paint and ends up different colors (Red and blue make what? Purple!) etc. And then we did yoga.
When the parents came to pick them up, they were doing (and saying) Yoga, and pointing at the big mixed-color painting on the wall, saying "I did dat," and showing their parents this pin called "Obama". I've never had so much hope for the future.
Maya Angelou: http://jezebel.com/5077253/maya-angelou-on-barack-obama-we-all-rise
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| Monday, November 3rd, 2008
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7:44 pm - review of Necronomicon...
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http://media.www.su-spectator.com/media/storage/paper948/news/2008/10/29/Entertainment/Open-Circle.Opens.Evil.book.On.Stage-3513357.shtml
or you can just read it here:
A classic fright jumps off the pages and into reality this autumn, and the script is a tome not to be tested. In the guise of art, an ancient evil will take the form of modern theater. This isn't the latest Halloween horror flick, it is the Open Circle Theater's retelling of famed literary fright phenomenon H.P. Lovecraft's "Necronomicon."
The modern retelling centers around a young woman named Tadia, who fears she is on the brink of insanity as she continuously bounces between stages of insomnia and narcolepsy. Haunted by visions of mysterious women being abducted throughout the ages, her only saving grace resides in the waking hours she uses to piece together the puzzle of her all too realistic dreams.
As Tadia grows ever nearer to touching the thin veil between reality and illusion, a mysterious man named Russell Harris enters her life and the two begin a quest to uncover the secrets of Tadia's consciousness and those who might inhabit it. Centered at the heart of all of her dreams and turmoil is the ancient "Necronomicon," or "Book of the Dead," bound in the skin of a sacrificial female known as "the chosen one."
The play spans continents and eras; the women in Tadia's dreams range from flappers to those under persecution for witchcraft. Toward the close of the play the heroine and her companion travel to the Middle East so Tadia may finally rest in peace in some way or another.
Full of intrigue, deception, self-mutilation, and squid-like creatures that go "rabble-rabble," "Necronomicon" is at worst both amusing and educational; actual Arabic is utilized throughout the script, including some of the character names. Rasuul Haaris (Russell Harris) translates to "messenger guardian," while TaDhiye (Tadia) means "sacrifice."
The play is a delightful piece of Halloween theater. At some moments it is as cheesy as an early '80s slasher flick; at others the drama is so powerful patrons may find themselves wanting to reach out and aid the characters in distress.
Given the cozy nature of the venue, the actors are in extremely close proximity to the audience. Yet they never break character; though they are only a few feet away from the crowd, they may as well be miles away. They create their own world on stage.
The use of light and dark also adds an intriguing psychological element to the play. The room darkens during each dream sequence, and audience members are immersed in pitch blackness for minutes only to be startled awake as the house lights explode for each of Tadia's awakenings. The blinding light literally opens the eyes of the audience and induces a feeling of disorientation and unease.
Pop culture references to horror icons like Bruce Campbell are some of the many jokes littered throughout the play which create a light-hearted feeling in spite of Tadia's ongoing hardships. Some of the whimsy ends up being questionable; the darker humor makes the viewer initially want to snicker before questioning whether or not such a reaction is appropriate.
The overall delivery transforms the audience from theatergoers sitting in a renovated walk-up to something akin to a voyeur's view of an eccentric coworker's life, keeping the viewer captivated until the very last scene.
"Necronomicon" runs Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays until Nov. 15 at Old Circle Theater's new Belltown location. Tickets are $15 in advance or at the door.
-Isis Alexander
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| Tuesday, October 28th, 2008
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11:52 pm - Happy Halloween!
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My friend Richard put me on a punkin!
I am now a KT-o-Lantern, officially :)
Also, LOOKING FOR A HALLOWEENY-TYPE PLAY TO SEE?
Come check out me, JenMoon, Liz, Todd, Aaron, John, and Andy in Open Circle's HP Lovecraft of the year: NECRONOMICON. It's playing now through Nov 15, Thu-Sat at 8pm and Sun at 2. Check out Open Circle's website for more info or email me. Tickets are $15 I think.
Review:
The Necronomicon
In Open Circle Theater’s annual tribute to the horror tales of H.P. Lovecraft, a handful of his stories are adapted as the troubling dreams of a contemporary young woman (Kaitie Warren as some sort of office administrative assistant, which might make you look twice at the woman in the next cubicle). The tension in the script, co-credited to John McKenna, Ron Sandahl, Dustin Engstrom, and Maggie Lee, mounts skillfully as the dreams encroach on her real life and reveal a gruesome truth about her ancestry. Once again the shoestring company does a lot with a little, aided hugely by McKenna’s sound design, an insinuating, near-constant earscape of drips and mutterings that provides not only creepiness but an almost musical continuity to the tale. GAVIN BORCHERT 8 p.m. Thurs.-Sat., 4 p.m. Sun. (except Oct. 23). Ends Nov. 15.
http://www.seattleweekly.com/events/the-necronomicon-507264/
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| Saturday, October 4th, 2008
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1:21 pm - Laissons là les entre-deux; Je l'appelle de mes voeux
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Sea changes.
I left Balagan, at least in the hands-on sense; right now my involvement consists of a monthly meeting, volunteering when they need someone for something, attending certain events, and accessing the website when I'm instructed to.
Most of August I spent being sick - not terrible-sick, but sick enough that my boss wouldn't let me come back to work, and it sucked. I was sitting around with nothing to do and no real reason to get healthy. Toward the end of August, I made appointments with a chiropractor and an Alexander Technique teacher, both of whom had been recommended to me by my dear friend and massage therapist. Saw the chiropractor once during August and she gave me some supplements to start help rebuilding my system. I packed them up and hopped a flight to Paris.
In Paris, I met up with my oldest best friend, Anneka, who's living in London. Not having hung out in years, neither of us knew whether we'd get along or what but it turned out to be pretty ideal. We spent the whole week together, often on a scavenger hunt to find things around the city my Gramma had recommended we see, and enjoyed being in the company of someone else we each could trust so much. Both of us got a little brave. Anneka went at least one meal without popping a preventative antihistamine, and forwent the metro pass to walk the city with me despite the difficulties she has with walking, and I quit taking birth control, quit taking antacids, and started eating meat.
I came back feeling much better. I started seeing the Alexander teacher and the chiropractor regularly and they both said the exact same thing: you're in fight or flight, you're all locked up in your neck and your lower back needs more support; no wonder you feel like hell and have no immune system left, because in fight or flight mode you're not absorbing nutrients from your food, you're not getting any rest when you sleep, and your stressful feelings are outweighing and overriding your happy input so you can't process the good stuff as well. The chiropractor is giving me supplements of things like almonds and beets to repair and assist my mangled nervous system and muscles, and I swear the difference in how I feel now versus when I started seeing her is vast and remarkable. Sugar cravings have gone down., I eat better, I sleep better, and although I sleep less for other reasons, I have more energy. My energy is more consistent throughout the day, and I'm thinking more positively. I'm thinking more, in general. My memory's coming back, and I can see better. She noticed I have more white in my eyes, and everything in my body feels like it's changing. I can feel pain when I do something wrong and have to change it, and feel like I'm starting to learn what it feels like to have a "neutral" where nothing currently feels "wrong" in my body. For the first time in my life. I've even been forgetting to take certain meds I've taken regularly for years, which indicates to me that I need them less, because I takes me hours or days to notice that I've missed it.
I'm looking for a new place to live; one where I have more of my own space. Two options are on the table, so if you hear of anything, let me know: one option is to find a place by myself in which case location really matters because I don't want to get isolated and lonely. I'd love to be in the same building or at least neighborhood as other friends, which pretty much limits me to Capitol Hill. The other option is to look for a place with my friend Wonder and some of her friends in whatever neighborhood, but because Wonder has a small pooch, it has to be the kind of house (or whatever) where I can have my own pooch-hair-free area, so again, more of my own space. We're seeing at least one place on Sunday, and I have a couple of apartment leads which haven't led to any appointments yet.
I'm rehearsing HP Lovecrafts' Necronomicon at Open Circle, and they're doing what Balagan did last October: getting their first show of the season ready while they also get their new performance space ready. Our rehearsal space is a warehouse right next to the spa I go to, which makes for a lovely post-rehearsal evening on Sundays. I just auditioned for a Christmas show but other than that auditions have been sparse; I think I really do want to pursue acting but I need to wrap my head around this a little more - things like, do I want to get an agent, (and if so, who and how), do I want to go after the bigger houses, or focus more on film, or focus more on physical training and breathwork, or on dancing and singing, etc. I'd love to go out for some bigger houses but places that rehearse during the day leave a conflict with those of us who have dayjobs. Speaking of which...
I realized how much I enjoy my job despite the drama, and enjoy my two friends/coworkers, Matthew and Kei. Kei quit to go back to school a couple weeks later, but I still get to keep her around as a friend and she comes to visit the kids once a week. Other coworkers don't care for me, and the job doesn't pay enough, but I decided to stay and commit to it for a while, because I love the kids. So for the first time I had found a job where I was willing to quit having one foot out the door and plan to stay put for a little while, and then the next day they bumped me permanently to the toddler room. I see my kids through the windows and we mouth or Sign messages to each other and blow kisses and try not to cry. It's silly. I'm planning on putting together a proposal to teach them theatre (or anything, really) so that maybe I can see them as a "specialty" teacher once a week. That's my best idea at the moment.
Now I'm going to take a nap and see some comedy tonight. Not a bad Saturday, right? I figure it's about time.
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| Tuesday, September 30th, 2008
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1:44 am - muse me
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I feel like the life I am trying to figure out or build upon keeps getting Etch-a-Sketched. Nope! Start over! You're on the wrong track! Guess again! I sometimes wonder if things will ever feel like they're settling down. People say that's how your 20s are supposed to be, but I think Etch-a-Sketches happen all the time, it's just that if you're older you maybe have built more in your life, so the erasure of one thing stands out less. The abruptness of the erasure doesn't, though - I guess that's why people say lives are fragile things.
Today was a day of breakage; several things broke but one was that my coworker's back went out and that particular break reminded me how unpredictable everything really is. Yes my "things" seem to keep getting obliterated - often before I've had the chance to relax into them and fully enjoy them; sadly, often right when I was starting to get excited about them being in place and ready to be built upon, which is ironic and taunting and exhausting - but to see something like a back injury that can randomly kick you on your ass in the middle of a workday and leave you not knowing whether you'll be up again in a few days or en route to a 6-month-long surgery recovery or what, well, that puts the day-to-day vulnerability in perspective, no?
It's not the end of the world; it's only the beginning. But man. A lot of opportunity and a lot of loss. I'm a little overstimulated each day. And that fucking Etch-a-Sketch affect. I guess the universe is trying to tell me something.
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| Wednesday, September 17th, 2008
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10:08 pm - It's raining worms
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In the playground at the school where I work, there are two trees, the combination of which cover most of the play area. In one tree there is currently a swarm of aphids, and when you stand under the tree to get what feels like drizzled on, but it's actually aphid poo. Gross. I've made it a habit to not stand under that tree.
The other tree, which is bigger and broader and covers more of the outdoor area, is home to about a million tiny silkworms. For the last month or so they've been descending a few at a time, just hanging mid-air like tiny little green raindrops, frozen in space. Sometimes they move up and down their strands or swing themselves around, but usually their silk strand just gets grabbed by one of the kids, who will hold onto the worm like a tiny, single-stringed marionette, or let it crawl around on his hand before putting it, kid-gently, on a bush or a tree trunk.
As of yesterday, the silk worms have begun descending by the hundreds. You walk outside to what looks like a bizarre make believe forest full of playful hanging green confetti and invisible silk streamers; you take two steps out and you feel like you've been wrapped in spider webs, and a kid is helpfully picking worms off your jacket, and a fellow teacher is picking them out of your hair. Today was out of control. Adam, who is one of my favorite sweet hearts, and who has become incessantly attached to me recently, was sitting on the monkey bars, offering me worm after worm as they landed around him, and on him. Meanwhile Kwan Yong comes up to me and shoves his hands on my face: they are covered with worms. He must have had 50 in each, and several more he wasn't aware of hanging from his shirt sleeves and hair. Gleeful cries of "Matthew, I have worms!" are echoing in different voices and Matthew replies "oh, you should see a doctor about that" and the kids look confused. The song "It's Raining Men" comes to mind and loops "It's raining worms, hallelujah, it's raining worms, Amen. I'm gonna go out; I'm gonna let myself get absolutely soakin' wet..." as I brush the silk strands off my face again, and again, and again.
So I sing this until I end up participating in a version of "Down By The Bay" to which certain young friends are contributing their own verses. Some of my favorites that I remember were:
"Have you ever seen a nose brushing its nose?"
"Have you ever seen a plant eating a tree?"
"Have you ever seen a spider kissing a climber?"
"Did you ever see a bear kissing a nwhere?"
"Have you ever seen a woodchip kissing a nouget?"
"Have you ever seen a chicken eating a butt?"
I think it went on for a good half hour.
We also sang "Who Let the Shark Out? Who, Who, Who!" [like 3 kids have stuffed sharks at school for naptime - weird coincidence I think] which is exceptionally funny with two and three year olds who don't know what melody they're singing.
Another really brilliant moment was when Matthew found a huge spider and was showing it to the kids and Nandita goes "What is it?"
"It's a spider," Matt says.
"Is it a boy spider?" Nandita asks.
"Yes it is," says Matt, ever-knowledgeable about bugs.
"Is it a gay spider?" Nandita asks.
My kids are so smart. Today Kyon Cho and Adam, who speak Korean and Chinese respectively, saw me reading a Spanish-English book to help me talk to a Sara Josefina, who only speaks Spanish, and came over and started showing me they can count to ten in Spanish - and as of today's morning circle, in American Sign Language.
So we practiced our Sign by voicing it en español, and then Adam taught me how to say "house" in Chinese.
Later, I was hanging out with Sara Josefina and she picked up a tiny toy fish and said "Pecesito! Fish!" and then Signed "Fish" and said "like that". Brilliant! She was also matching colors and saying the words in Spanish but would learn the English when I gave it to her, and teach me the Spanish when I asked for it. She's two and a half. Meanwhile, Kyon Cho informs me that the K sound in the word "scarf" is probably a C, and when I asked her what must come first she identified the S. Even Elroy, our token autistic kid, is doing better. He understands consequences now and can actually choose to control himself, most of the time. He participates on a regular basis, and disrupts on a less-regular basis. Progress is an astounding thing.
I think I may still have worms in my hair.
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| Thursday, August 14th, 2008
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7:57 pm - Let the Healing Begin...
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my grandparents' house, the one my dad grew up in, has officially be sold.
my baby niece's cast is off (and now she's onto the next step: a brace).
I bought a ticket for Paris.
I'm still sick and not allowed to come back to work til Monday (provided that actually happens, I will have worked a grand total of 4.5 days this week. Hopefully the kids haven't forgotten who I am...) But I have been pronounced in "good enough" health by a couple different doctors now, none of whom know what's wrong with me but can assure me it's not something "bad like mono or strep." Feeling well enough to do a few errands, and thinking maybe sitting around is contributing to my feeling like crap, I went to a Nia dance class, which turned out to be right about at the level of what I can do physically at the moment.
At the end of the class the teacher asked us to close our eyes and "see your number one desire for yourself right now." I looked, but my desire was blank. Empty. I wondered how I could feel so much disorder and need when I couldn't even see anything I wanted, but then I saw a sense of peace.
Then the teacher said "now see your number one desire for the world right now" and I saw the other side of the world, saw genocide coming to an end and some sort of harmony beginning. If only. I opened my eyes and stepped out into the world, hoping for a better day.
*hugs to mama and papa*
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| Monday, August 11th, 2008
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5:11 pm - Who is this guy and why is he God? (and other disjointed thoughts).
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Last night I was watching this movie on TV and said to my mom, "Who is that actor?"
"Oh," she said. "He played the father figure in that Jesus movie."
"You mean, God?" I said.
"I guess so, if you want to call him that."
"Hm." I said.
Cut to a few hours later when my mom, Curtis and I are going out drinking together. They'd already had a couple drinks and were all giggly when we reached the bar on the front street of Avalon, and entered through the backdoor, promptly running into that same actor, who knew Curtis from way back (Curtis knows everyone), and who was much drunker than anyone else there. We made our way to the front because I wanted to walk out on Front Street and maybe find some other places to drink, but just then the cops showed up at the front and people scattered. I wasn't clear why - for a moment it took me a while to remember that I'm over 21 and that drinking is legal, so Curtis, my mom and I just sauntered past the cops as they burst in through the front door and started shutting down the bar.
Walking down Front Street, that same actor catches up with us just as we pass an open laptop with a page up that says Moe, so I knew Moe was nearby, and indeed he was, sitting at a soda counter in a 1950's drug store on Front Street. I hadn't seen him since before his baby was born so I was thrilled to run into him and give him a big hug. He was in the middle of writing something, and we weren't going to stay and bother him, but it turned out he knew the actor too, and the actor (whose name I still didn't know) wanted to congratulate Moe. He was too drunk to give him a hug, but he summoned his strength and tried, only to bail out at the last minute and puke in the corner instead. Right around that time I realized the cops had been after him, but I didn't understand why.
And then I woke up. "The father figure in that Jesus movie." Good Lord. My subconscious amuses me.
I have spent the last several days in California, visiting family and possibly adding to their stress by getting much sicker while I was there. Today I was well enough to fly home, so I did, happily, bumped up to first class and more than willing to enjoy the complimentary champagne even though I shouldn't be drinking while I'm still sick (it's been like 2 fucking weeks. This is ridiculous).
Lowlights from the trip:
-massive dizzy spell about 15 minutes before a party was supposed to start. (Imagine if you will: me with my head between my knees, dripping sweat, my mom holding a wet washcloth on the back of my neck, my dad making me some kind of protein drink, and then my poor mom going, "Okay, I'm gonna to make the fruit salad" and me going "Okay, I'm gonna try to get upstairs before the guests arrive." And I did.)
-my dad feeling sick too. We both spent part of the party lying in bed upstairs. Sad. But we rallied when it counted, I tell ya!
-the stress of sorting my grandmother's things, moving them from one room to the next so as to avoid yet another conversation about who inherits what. Overall though, I think we got a lot done and hopefully most of her stuff has found a home.
Highlights from the trip:
-the party itself, which we turned into a surprise Happy Retirement party for my mom and gave her two cameras (my old film one and brand new digital; hers was stolen a while ago from her car).
-the kidlets! Ranjan, Siena and Raya are all doing well and are friendly and engaging and totally fun to be around. Raya gets her half body cast off this week (hooray!) and then it'll be a brace for a while - I'm not sure how long. Til she starts walking or something? But she's a happy baby and doesn't seem troubled by it.
-family - I saw cousins, aunts, uncles, extended honorary family members, mom and dad, sisters and brother in laws, nephew and nieces, and of course, the bird, who was darling this trip. I'm frequently re-astounded by the amount of family I have.
-modeling (and inheriting) a bunch of outfits my stylish-as-hell late grandmother made with her very talented bare hands; I'm a little bigger than her but I fit a fair amount of it so I get to keep a lot of it...now I have to find a good project to use them all in. Or maybe we should just have a 1940's girls' martini night sometime.
-frozen yogurt with mom and dad; and it didn't suck like we thought it would!
-seeing old friends Mike and Pat.
-flying home first class in one of my grandmother's hats.
It's coming up on 2 weeks since I've been at work. Starting to feel a little unemployed.
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| Thursday, July 31st, 2008
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9:34 pm - funniest thing since tuesday...
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Yesterday I had to break up what the 4 girls involved referred to as a "tongue fight." A tongue fight - yeah that's a good one. We discussed germs and why we don't touch certain body parts at school, so today they had an "air tongue fight" - no touching. Start practicing safe sex early, kids.
Today I had to sort of manhandle Marissa, who was being a brat, in order to get her to leave circle because she was disrupting everyone. Marissa is one of the older and thus bigger kids and everyone was impressed: "I never knew KT was so strong!!" (Maybe now they won't pick on me so much?) Later I had to wash out Nandita's hair because she dumped a bunch of soapy water from the bubble table on her head. What a delightfully odd child, that one. She explained to me, "Kendra and Marika put soap on my head" as I was rinsing her hair in the sink. "They're going to do it again to Carrie B." "Oh no they're not," I assured her, (sure of this partly because Nandita had in fact dumped the soapy water on herself,) and then tied her wet hair on top of her head with a cookie monster scrunchie.
Two days ago I was walking through the playground and noticed Carla Yi and Aiko in a small area barricaded by the cardboard ice cream stand flipped sideways on one side and the mini soccer net on the other. Carla was wearing a small blue traffic cone on her head and tipping it kindly to me, shouting like a ringmaster, "Welcome to Clown World! Arigato! Welcome! Welcome to Clown World!" So of course I approached Clown World and Aiko informed me "We are making ice cream - " and gestured behind her to a table which boasted a huge spread: pots, pans, plates, buckets, cups, and trays, each filled to the brim with wood chips. Just then Adela Luisa came up carrying another huge pot of wood chips to contribute, and Carla informed me "I'm a one year old maiasaura!" "Yeah, and I'm a 6 year old maiasaura!" added Adela Luisa. "And I'm a thirty...uh, a thirty-six year old maiasaura!" announced Aiko. "Oh, cool." I said. Carla was fiddling with a sand toy she claimed she'd gotten for her 12th birthday from her mom, then moved to her "room" (the other side of the ice cream stand) to continue playing Clown World/Arigato, and then mid-sentence interrupted herself to announce "Bye, I got to go get some more nutrients!" and ducked down behind the ice cream stand, only to pop up a moment later with a wood chip in her hand, and offer brightly, "Cookie?"
Something about this job - it's a series of moments. Every second there's something adorable or terrifying or infuriating or heart-melting happening...or several of those things at once which can be really overstimulating. But it's always full of love, and disgust, and little bizarre moments I would never find in another line of work.
I'm always glad to see my kids when I get to work. Usually they're glad to see me. Really, you can't beat a day that starts with a chorus of "KADY!" and a big group hug, or Aiko jumping on you and telling you "You're my favorite Kady."
Today was Aiko's last day; also Joshua's. I dig both of them tremendously - Joshua is sort of a classic boy, always playing fighting games and then quickly remembering he's not allowed to. He writes books "about Jack Sparrow" and illustrates them; every page looks the same but he can narrate it with specificity. He's part of a trio who tend to get in trouble for roughhousing, but over the last few months Joshua's been trying extra hard to make safe choices and remind his friends to do the same. It's really cute, watching them learn how to problem solve. He's also just finally started calling me Kaitie in the last, like, 2 days. Before that it was Kailey. One of my favorite Joshua quotes is "Kailey, how many opera-cats?" (Meaning, "KT, how man apricots can I have?")
Aiko is perhaps one of my favorite things ever. She gives me lion hugs and climbs on me like a jungle gym, teaches me tricks on the monkey bars and songs in Japanese. When our whole group of kids nearly got run over by a runaway minivan (which was rolling backward, out of control, ripped off its own door and kept coming right for us as we crossed the lawn to the Big Field), my coworkers and I were shaking, but Aiko came over and gave me a big hug and the fear just melted away. She's all love, that one. Love, and physical tricks - she could go into circus training if she wanted to, but she'd rather just play. And she loves to learn sign language, sing songs, and hear about theatre tricks. Because she'd seen the picture from the reviews where I'm pulling Wonder's hair in BIG LOVE, I taught her how that's done on stage - and then quickly remembered I was probably the same age when my sister taught me the same trick.
Today she told me, "Kady, I'm really going to miss you." Just about broke my heart, but the saving grace is that I get to take her to a play with me on Saturday, so I hope that means we'll continue getting to hang out from time to time. It's like finding a friend you're separated from by 20 years.
This post got a little cheesy, I know, but what can I say - I love my kids. I look forward to seeing them every day. And even more so when they're liable to give me lion hugs.
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| Monday, July 28th, 2008
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7:15 pm - ew, weird.
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Okay, so I described before what the good days and bad days are like at day care. Today wasn't a good day or a bad day - it was simply a repulsive day.
Kyon Cho* wasn't feeling well after lunch, and because we just had a case of projectile vomiting last week I took her seriously when she started shaking and looking all pale. She felt better after some water a trip to the bathroom, but after being outside for a while she decided she wasn't doing so well and was heading back inside to the bathroom when she puked in the doorway. (That doorway seems to get it a lot from kids who are on their way to the bathroom and don't quite make it). She spent some time in the bathroom til she felt better, and then I took her to the office to lie down, and while I was bleaching the bathroom two kids wet their pants. One of them, Yoshi, had also wet his pants earlier that day, and was running low on clothes to change into. I helped them both clean up and then washed the hell out of my hands. ("Scrub your nubs!")
So that all took place in the span of about 15 minutes, and then it was naptime, and during naptime Yoshi woke up crying because he'd not only wet himself, he'd shit his pants. And then it got all over the floor. And then it was snacktime. Theresa and I were too grossed out to touch anything anymore. I think I need to boil myself or something. I know kids explode from time to time but this was kind of a Theme of the Day. Lord knows what's on my clothes. The good part (I guess) is that I slept through my alarm clock so I ran out the door already feeling pretty grubby and looking forward to a shower after work. Now I am looking forward to a shower much more than I can tell you.
And then my coworker told me that he was called to talk to the director today because people think he and I are dating (um, what?). But that may explain why I get dirty looks, unfounded scrutiny and criticism from some of my coworkers. What a weird place to work.
On a theatrical front, I'm currently trying to detangle myself from Balagan. It's a long process that I'll address more later but the first step is to remove myself from the "Executive Team" which felt more like a blob than anything, and I'm hoping that by removing myself from that blob that it will force examination of how people are placed in their leadership roles and eventually, a structure than can actually support the company's needs. On a personal level, I need to get some space from everything and explore more of what I want to do, not what is thrust upon me by necessity or because no one else is there to do it. I helped start this theatre, but I don't feel like I help lead it anymore. I feel like I'm shouting into the darkness, sometimes being heard but never actually able to get much done. Jake is, and probably always has been, the driving force of the business, and things get done when he does them. I have never really been good at doing things myself; I'm not exactly a natural born leader. And Jake and I don't communicate the way we used to so we can't steer this ship as a team anymore. He's much more attached to it than I am, and I don't enjoy feeling like I'm held accountable for an organization where I'm almost powerless to make decisions. I want to act. I want to meet new people or re-meet people who only know me as "Jake's ex" and most importantly, I want to figure out what I want. And I want to feel talented and worthwhile again.
Just this weekend I got to experience two new Seattle-theatrical cultures though: I saw a show at the Little Red Studio, which was awesome and I definitely want to get involved there (they have aerial silks!! And such friendly, wonderful people, oh my god...) and I volunteered for 14/48, the world's fastest theatre festival. I got to meet a lot of new people and was a little awed be seeing, so totally condensed, this crazy weblike community of Seattle theatre people...so many know each other from so many different places. I got to catch up with some old friends and meet a lot of new ones, and hopefully I'll get to stay involved with this broader community more in the future. What was really thrilling about the festival for me, since I wasn't acting or directing but mostly running errands, building things out of cardboard, and observing, was that it really is the whole theatrical experience boiled down to a matter of hours. You want to learn what it takes to put on a show? There's a damn clear checklist, and we can get through all of it in less than a day if everyone does their job. Theatre is like, the ultimate artistic collaboration. But it was very cool to see that teamwork and forward motion and most of all, organization. In trying to run a company and watching, livid, as things fall through the cracks, wondering whether it is in fact possible to keep track of everything, being at 14/48 kind of renewed my faith that, yes, it is possible to get everything done. You just gotta keep a clear head and prioritize and as the greeter said one night "find people you can trust your lives to, and then trust your lives to them".
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*Names of my kids have been changed. As they always will.
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| Tuesday, July 22nd, 2008
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11:09 pm - getting married and other things
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Thoughts on marriage from some of my kids (names have been changed) from over the last couple of weeks:
**Added 7/31** - A New Proposal:
Joshua (seductively, holding a piece of green yarn across his upper lip): Hey Adelaide, do you wanna marry me now? I have a big bea-rd...
Adelaide: Um...? No? (Looks at me for approval of her choice.) ...No thank you?
Aiko: I want to marry you! But without the kissing. Because kissing is gross to me.
KT: Ok...
Carla Yi: I want to marry KT too!!
Aiko: You can be the flower girl.
Carla Yi: Okay!
MacKenzie: Are you married?
KT: No.
MacKenzie: Then why do you have earrings?
KT: A lot of people who aren't married have earrings...what are you getting at?
Marika: I have earrings!
KT: See? Marika has earrings.
Marika: But don't worry, I'll get married soon.
Kendra: Marissa said it was gross that I'm going to marry Carrie B, but it's not gross. We're going to get married.
KT: Wait, who said it was gross?
Kendra: Marissa. But it's not. I'm going to be the boy!
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in other news...
My mom bought me a plane ticket and I get to see my bay area family in August :) I can't wait. Dia, Suresh and Ranjan will be in town, and I'll get to see Trina, Wyeth, Siena and Raya who, since the last time I saw her, has become a smiley little munchkin. I like seeing babies become themselves when the hit that 3 month mark and suddenly aren't helpless anymore. And she's getting her cast off soon! That's so exciting! It'll be realllllly great to see everyone. They've cleaned out (and maybe sold?) Grammie's house since I was last there, which will be crazy. Sounds like a lot of her stuff is at my parents' house still. And I'll get to see my mom, dad and birdie. Yay. Thanks, Mom!
Now I just have to figure out a time to get down to LA, although my cousin Tyler and his girlfriend Karen were in Seattle last weekend and I got to spend some time with them, which was lovely, lovely, lovely. I love my cousins.
Last night we had our first rehearsal for SEARCH AND DESTROY, which I think is going to be fantastic. Curtis and Matt seem to be a stellar team, and the cast is off the hook. What comedic timing! When even the read through is knock-you-out-of-your-chair funny, you know it's going to be good. Since I'm artistically directing it, I won't be at a ton of rehearsals, but I'm looking forward to the ones I get to sit in on. Looks like it'll be a super fun process. Maybe even doubleplusfun. (I got to read 1984 at Theater Schmeater tonight...that was also doubleplusfun). :)
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| Sunday, July 20th, 2008
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12:17 am - cool
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That's fun - Nice to see some people still visit Livejournal. :) Now let me see whether I can think of anything to talk about...
It's been a while since I wrote so I should tell you what my life consists of at the moment.
-I work at a daycare with really young people who sometimes wet their pants. On good days I get to play make believe, run around in the sprinklers, sing songs from the Little Mermaid, and learn new tricks on the monkey bars; on bad days I do a lot of yelling, serious-tone conversations, disappointed looks, and taking-things-away, and feel kind of like a witch. Either way it's interesting. Never a dull moment. I don't get paid enough, but I'm brainstorming ways around that...
-Balagan is building. It is, in fact, a building, which still needs a lot of work, but we finally have a floor in the cabaret space and it is slowly, slowly coming together. I somehow wound up taking back over marketing, so we'll see how that goes - this time I have a lovely, tiny team. Our 3rd season consists of 6 really cool show and starts August 21st, which means rehearsals for the first show, SEARCH AND DESTROY by Howard Korder, start Monday. (I'm not in it - I'm artistically directing which means I need to attend a handful of rehearsals, helped with the casting process, and attend production meetings). www.BalaganTheatre.org.
-I live with Curtis, who's directing SEARCH AND DESTROY. I expect it will quickly take over our household. I like the location of where we live a lot - today I biked out for lunch with my cousin Tyler who's in town with his girlfriend Karen and had a really fantastic Israeli meal, then walked to the theatre and back again, and biked home. It's nice to be close to everything, but I do miss living by the lake. Sometimes I drive out there to walk around.
-Still single; still adjusting to that. It's interesting. I'm not sure how good I am at having only myself to lean on, but the miracle of the whole thing is that that's never truly the case. There's always someone or something surprising just around the corner to offer support, if you're willing to humble yourself and accept it.
-Two summer weddings: Mir & Lee and Katie & Arash. Both lovely - one in a church and one overlooking the ocean. Both out of state. I want to go out of state more often. I like Seattle a lot....but I do love me some vacations.
-I have two nieces and a nephew now (two nephews if you count Isaac, who's not legally related to me but sure would be if love could be legally binding). They're all wonderful. I think I might even get to see them soon - how lucky am I!
-The last show I was in was BIG LOVE, which totally rocked my socks and continues to do so, as the cast and crew still gets together to party and be silly together as much as possible. I've been auditioning for other stuff but so far have yet to nail down a part. Although, my friend offered me the role of "the girl" in a movie he's making which doesn't have a script yet. I look forward to it, whenever it may be. I really love acting and am torn between wanting to focus on a lot of things in my life, like, say, running a theatre company to the best of my ability, but I do so want to just pursue acting sometimes...
-My phone had an identity crisis last night and so as of this morning I have a new phone which is masquerading as an iPod - until you flip it open and lo and behold it's a cell phone! They let me keep my old phone which is weird because it still registers my voice mails, even though it can't play them for me. It's like a vegetable. A psychic vegetable maybe, receiving messages it can't deliver. Aw that seems sad. I think I'll donate it so it can have a new life. The guys at the Sprint store were clearly very sorry for me that I'd been stuck with my previous phone for so long....what can I say? - it did have a few issues.
...yep, that's what I got for the moment. Man, I'm rusty at this whole blogging thing.
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| Wednesday, July 16th, 2008
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11:45 am - hello?
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| Monday, March 17th, 2008
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5:26 pm - tidings of comfort and jobs
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I've been cast in a lead role in a show I've always wanted to be a part of, since I first saw it when i was like, 17 or 18. :) We start rehearsals next week. I'm stoked. I enjoyed directing but two projects back to back off stage is too much. I'm excited to get back into acting again, and can't describe how excited I am to get back into it with this particular show. It's gonna be awesome!
I've also been offered a permanent part time job at a day care full of seriously cute kids and really nice teachers. I'm going to start with some very small hours right away and then expand to more hours after my trip to Catalina in early April; it won't be a permanent situation for me because it doesn't pay enough and doesn't offer insurance, but I'm really looking forward to doing something again! It's been too long just running the theatre and filing for unemployment.
Speaking of the theatre, Balagan is finally in lovely, legal shape. Romeo and Juliet is beautiful, and the cast is one of the most enjoyable bunches of people I've had the pleasure of working with. It's been well-received and its closing weekend is coming up, so if you're in Seattle and gonna see it, you have 3 days left! www.balagantheatre.org.
current mood:  hungry
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| Thursday, June 7th, 2007
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10:48 am - Wanna know more about my new job?
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My boss was featured in the Seattle Times yesterday; click here to see the article. Now you can see who I work for. I totally got to eat that dessert after the photoshoot, yeah I did!
It's pretty good times - they're whacky people I work for, just the way I like it. Currently they're in France, which makes things a little harder.
The only trick if you try to call me at work or something: here I'm known as Caddy. Just play along.
Hope everyone has a less than sucky Thursday~!
xo
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