it was delicious.

is that the doorbell?

i think so!

this is how we feel about it.

christopher. tyler.

no.

kyle.

it’s kyle. kaythanks.

in other news, jeremy is at training today for his new fancy job at communispace. i’m very excited for and proud of him. it’ll be swell. and if not, he’ll damn well put a smile on and pretend. because it’s better than the alternative.

what about me, you ask? well, i sit here in the office of the department of performing arts at emerson college, working my typical monday shift. why, on a day when there are cancelled classes, is an academic department open, you may ask? i’m as baffled as you.

but it’s given me a chance to do so much! i’ve gotten so much done today! huzzah!

it’s now time for me to finish the program booklet for “fuddy meers” and print it before a very nice dinner with shannon at pizzeria uno’s (we’re classy bitches) and returning the old apartment keys to the old apartment, signifying the fact that i will never be there ever again!

huzzah!

peace, bitches.

today, i’m thankful for: our new apartment, the kindly neighbor who has an open wireless network i’ve been stealing from while i wait for comcast to come install our internet, the fact that i didn’t have to be in the city until noon today, all the errands i was able to accomplish, and the patience that is keeping me from freaking out about not getting called about “bare” casting yet.

i have no clue what to do with it all.

tonight’s the last night in our apartment!  we’re moving tomorrow.  i’m so scared.

we have now been packing for seven and a half hours straight.  i’m a little loopy to say the least.  waking up in five and a half hours does not sounds pleasant.  i want to sleep tomorrow instead.

game plan:
wake up
go to savin hill
pick up zipcar
drive to uhaul
park zipcar
drive uhaul to apartment
pack up uhaul
drive to savin hill
unpack uhaul
shower
take t to north station
get on commuter rail
get off commuter rail in wakefield
callback
get on commuter rail
get off commuter rail at north station
take t to jamaica plain
jacob’ seder
die

love you all!

we’ve been working secretly in our basement laboratory for weeks now preparing you for a brand new too fabulous experience. here it is! mosey on over to toofabulousforwords.com and see for yourself!

vicki clark and her winston-salem accent get me every time.

so i’m here, sitting at my computer, at 12:10 am after having just put four loads of laundry in their respective dryers in the basement with jeremy. instead of, say, working on my gay-allegory-in-”waiting for godot” paper, i’m instead going to update my severely neglected blog.

spring semester is winding down, and not a moment too soon. once all of these projects, papers, and exams are done i will be two semesters away from getting the damn piece of paper. diploma, please! i have thoroughly enjoyed my time at emerson, and have made friends and contacts that i feel will be in my life for a very long time and will be helpful to me and my career. i have done so much growing in this place and because of this place. at the same time, i feel that i’ve done all the growing i can do at this place, and really feel it’s time for me to move on with my life and my career. the absence of that damn piece of paper makes it impossible for me to do so.

ugh.

in other news, the development of “the singles: britney in her own words” is in full swing. shannon and i are hard at work to bring the best of the best to this project. there will be a developmental reading in the hemingway-hayes living room blackbox theatre on may 24, 2008, sometime in the evening. drop me a line if you’d like to be on the vip list.

and now, for an aside: listening to “the light in the piazza” has given me an idea. what if the as-yet-to-be-named arts collaborative were to stage updates of traditional musicals in which the lead female ingenue character has a developmental disability which is kept a horrible family secret not to be revealed until act II? just like clara, only not actually written that way. the phantom of the opera? once on this island? into the woods?

speaking of theatre, jeremy and i saw suffolk university’s production of “hair” this weekend. now, i went into it not liking the show, and hearing what a brilliant director suffolk’s head of theatre marilyn plotkins is.

my belief, after considering various options, is that dr. plotkins actually thought she was directing a production of “godspell.” this revelation has allowed me to reconcile SO much that i thought was lacking in this production (most notably the fact that nobody onstage seemed to have any idea of what the words and lyrics coming out of their mouths meant — strongly indicating, at least to me, a lack of focus in their direction).

moving away from the “godspell” theory, though, it is very difficult to find any redeeming factors of this production. the set was inventive although impractically executed, creating awful obstructions to sight lines. the lighting was very “rock concert” and seemed to be trying to compensate for the poor quality of everything else by being distracting. many of the voices were fine, and the ensemble vocal work was good, from technical standpoints. there was absolutely no emotion (or, to clarify, correct emotion) in any of the performances, dialogue or lyric or otherwise.

in the end, i actually do feel very bad for the company of performers involved in this production for what they had to go through to perform this show. it is my belief that it is the responsibility of the director to indicate the direction the show is supposed to go in. the director is supposed to have the overall vision and answers to all the questions about intention in the actors’ performances. seeing that there was no visible intention in their performances, i can only assume that dr. plotkins’ “direction” began and ended with blocking notes.

mounting a theatrical production without an overall concept or vision circumvents the potential of the piece to affect or move an audience. mounting an abstract piece such as “hair” without one is like committing suicide.

better luck next time, friends.

yeah…

wow.

dada presentation was absolutely fantastic.

www.toofabulousforwords.com/dadaÂ