yesterday we went to the comm. center and did some character excersizes. I was partnered with Tara, who kept making me laugh and laugh, she's always a good person to work with on acting. When I work with Tara it's a test of how long I can keep a character with someone like her. We did the walking around exercizes and when I got home, I was ready to pass out.
lately I've taken in interest in art, mainly paintings. I'm really drawn to impressionism, expressionism, and pop art. it has more of a child-like feel to it giving it a pure vibrance from the canvas to the receiving eyes. I had a great time when we went to see Warhol, I just wish it was a bigger exhibit. I also enjoyed the classical paintings, but I wasn't too fond of the cubism (my least favorite). I enjoy paintings that flow into each stroke, that give you a sense of relaxation, at least thats what I get, but other than that I love it. I'm glad I got into STAC because I'm finding out all these new things about myself, I found out I like to act, I like to write (just write, and not have it have to be in a certain structure) and now I enjoy paintings a lot. I'm thinking I may go to the MoMA before the end of this school year as a present for myself after I hand in my term paper.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
I need to tell it to somebody
hey Luke, I hope you don't mind this, I just need to talk to someone about this and I figured your the best person to go to.
Recently this year, as you know, my uncle passed away and I've been finally doing my best with trying to accept his death (DENIAL OF DEATH), and I'm still having trouble doing so as I suspected I would. I remember the wake very well, the second I walked in with my aunt, mom, and brother, my aunt began sobbing uncontrolably and she had every right to, but I was happy in a way to see her cry like that because I began speculating (while my uncle was alive) that their marriage was suckish because they'd act like kids competing over who does what, but it was mainly (from what I saw) my aunt trying to make my uncle look like a shit-bag. So when I saw my aunt cry I felt relieved to see that the love, or what I thought was love, was very strong.
Currently: My aunt found an appartment which SEEMED cool, but she gave her dog away (the dog was the last thing I really had of my uncle's) and I was angry (to an extent) when she gave him away, I would have gladly taken the dog, but I realized she needed to be alone and respected her decision. But now I've been hearing talk of a man helping her move stuff and spend time with her (aka a boyfriend) and I've never been so...I don't even know what to call this, it's a combonation of like selfishness/anger/disgust/betrayal and just a bunch of anger really. When I found out, I just freaked out almost and told my mom just how fucked up it is that her husband (who was a great guy, he was like my dad) JUST died and now she's seeing another man, I'm baffled that this happened. I feel like a dick for being angry and everything because it's her choice but I just can't believe her and I think she's acting like a fucking lonely child who needs to be the center of attention 24 fucking 7. I'm censoring my feelings to an extent because I think there should be some duality or control on this. I just can't believe something like this could happen, my mom said "Uncle Mike would want Aunt Janet to be happy and you know that" but I knew my uncle the best and I'm sure he'd look at me and laugh at my mom for saying that, I mean I'm sure he'd want her to be happy, but not this quick, it's not normal. she's acting like she went out, bought a goldfish from petco and the usual reaction of a fish dying, you flush it down the toilet and get a new one. My uncle was my aunt's fish and thats fucked up.
anyways thanks for listening, i needed to get this out, your a good man Luke, you're always very helpful and always have the greatest advice, I hope some day I can return the favor and help you when you need my help. Take care.
-Nick
Recently this year, as you know, my uncle passed away and I've been finally doing my best with trying to accept his death (DENIAL OF DEATH), and I'm still having trouble doing so as I suspected I would. I remember the wake very well, the second I walked in with my aunt, mom, and brother, my aunt began sobbing uncontrolably and she had every right to, but I was happy in a way to see her cry like that because I began speculating (while my uncle was alive) that their marriage was suckish because they'd act like kids competing over who does what, but it was mainly (from what I saw) my aunt trying to make my uncle look like a shit-bag. So when I saw my aunt cry I felt relieved to see that the love, or what I thought was love, was very strong.
Currently: My aunt found an appartment which SEEMED cool, but she gave her dog away (the dog was the last thing I really had of my uncle's) and I was angry (to an extent) when she gave him away, I would have gladly taken the dog, but I realized she needed to be alone and respected her decision. But now I've been hearing talk of a man helping her move stuff and spend time with her (aka a boyfriend) and I've never been so...I don't even know what to call this, it's a combonation of like selfishness/anger/disgust/betrayal and just a bunch of anger really. When I found out, I just freaked out almost and told my mom just how fucked up it is that her husband (who was a great guy, he was like my dad) JUST died and now she's seeing another man, I'm baffled that this happened. I feel like a dick for being angry and everything because it's her choice but I just can't believe her and I think she's acting like a fucking lonely child who needs to be the center of attention 24 fucking 7. I'm censoring my feelings to an extent because I think there should be some duality or control on this. I just can't believe something like this could happen, my mom said "Uncle Mike would want Aunt Janet to be happy and you know that" but I knew my uncle the best and I'm sure he'd look at me and laugh at my mom for saying that, I mean I'm sure he'd want her to be happy, but not this quick, it's not normal. she's acting like she went out, bought a goldfish from petco and the usual reaction of a fish dying, you flush it down the toilet and get a new one. My uncle was my aunt's fish and thats fucked up.
anyways thanks for listening, i needed to get this out, your a good man Luke, you're always very helpful and always have the greatest advice, I hope some day I can return the favor and help you when you need my help. Take care.
-Nick
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Edited, Europe
If feet crave your history,
as contact tells your the best thing tar could ever know.
And they wish they could greet your waterfalls, but the land of the free calls.
Don't you wonder if your tower is lonely as the sun sets on another beautiful day in France,
Bodies wish to could climb you, sending shivers through limbs that meet your metal spine.
But you, Budapest, need lights to show your sorrow.
Gentle long walk down your streets hoping to find meaning,
but can feet put so much trust into architecture?
And burnt eyes read of your descendants hailing from your castles,
carrying their pain and knowledge upon their backs.
Kezia has seen them transform, shes seen them protect.
Was it you?
Was it your fault?
How many have died?
wish you never knew Prague.
And finally, you'll confront one home,
the damage you've done,
giving personality and shelter.
confused by what you do,
They're ashamed of what you mean.
Knowing only bits of your tongue,released from your mouth,
but fear,
It's almost never October in Poland.
as contact tells your the best thing tar could ever know.
And they wish they could greet your waterfalls, but the land of the free calls.
Don't you wonder if your tower is lonely as the sun sets on another beautiful day in France,
Bodies wish to could climb you, sending shivers through limbs that meet your metal spine.
But you, Budapest, need lights to show your sorrow.
Gentle long walk down your streets hoping to find meaning,
but can feet put so much trust into architecture?
And burnt eyes read of your descendants hailing from your castles,
carrying their pain and knowledge upon their backs.
Kezia has seen them transform, shes seen them protect.
Was it you?
Was it your fault?
How many have died?
wish you never knew Prague.
And finally, you'll confront one home,
the damage you've done,
giving personality and shelter.
confused by what you do,
They're ashamed of what you mean.
Knowing only bits of your tongue,released from your mouth,
but fear,
It's almost never October in Poland.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Europe (stomping grounds)
My feet crave your history,
as I my id tells me your the best thing I'll ever know.
And I wish I could greet your waterfalls, but the land of the free calls me.
I'll wonder if your tower is lonely as the sun sets on another beautiful day in France,
I wish I could climb you, sending shivers through my limbs that meet your metal spine.
But you, Budapest, need lights to show me your sorrow.
I long to walk down your streets hoping to find meaning,
but should I put so much trust into architecture?
And I've read of your descendants hailing from your castles,
carrying their pain and knowledge upon their backs.
I've seen them transform, I've seen them protect.
Was it you?
Was it your fault?
How many have died?
I wish you never knew Prague.
And finally, I'll confront one of my homes,
the damage you've done to me,
giving me personality and shelter.
I'm confused by what you do to me,
I'm ashamed of what you mean.
Knowing only bits of your tongue,
I release you from my mouth,
but I fear I'll never have an October in Poland.
this was really just me reflecting on places in Europe that I want to see before I die. France is somewhere I wanna go for its art, Budapest is simply just a beautiful place (from what I've seen in pictures) and I can see myself enjoying every moment there. I also want to go to Prague because of the stories that come from there, it looks depressing, but I feel like I can relate to the land. And finally Poland. I want to find if I have any family still in Poland (which I probably do). I can speak bits of Polish and I used to have full conversations, but it's been a while. The reason I wrote this is because I needed to write something and have someone critique it, so if you have time, please give me feedback, take care!
as I my id tells me your the best thing I'll ever know.
And I wish I could greet your waterfalls, but the land of the free calls me.
I'll wonder if your tower is lonely as the sun sets on another beautiful day in France,
I wish I could climb you, sending shivers through my limbs that meet your metal spine.
But you, Budapest, need lights to show me your sorrow.
I long to walk down your streets hoping to find meaning,
but should I put so much trust into architecture?
And I've read of your descendants hailing from your castles,
carrying their pain and knowledge upon their backs.
I've seen them transform, I've seen them protect.
Was it you?
Was it your fault?
How many have died?
I wish you never knew Prague.
And finally, I'll confront one of my homes,
the damage you've done to me,
giving me personality and shelter.
I'm confused by what you do to me,
I'm ashamed of what you mean.
Knowing only bits of your tongue,
I release you from my mouth,
but I fear I'll never have an October in Poland.
this was really just me reflecting on places in Europe that I want to see before I die. France is somewhere I wanna go for its art, Budapest is simply just a beautiful place (from what I've seen in pictures) and I can see myself enjoying every moment there. I also want to go to Prague because of the stories that come from there, it looks depressing, but I feel like I can relate to the land. And finally Poland. I want to find if I have any family still in Poland (which I probably do). I can speak bits of Polish and I used to have full conversations, but it's been a while. The reason I wrote this is because I needed to write something and have someone critique it, so if you have time, please give me feedback, take care!
Workshop Wed!
yesterday was workshop wed. with Jim and it was a little different than his usual workshop. we started off with some meditation and than did some mirroring. He than took out some scripts and paired us up with partners and we had to cold read the script. I was put with my partner in crime, Jack Morrow. We cold read a script that was dialouge between a captain and a ship mate, it was a lot of fun. I don't think I did too good, but I didn't expect a miracle to occur, but the more I think about it, the more I get annoyed that I didn't try out for the One Acts this year. I feel like I would have had a lot of fun with it, maybe next year I'll do it if I find someone to help me with sound.
OUTSIDE OF STAC (kind of):
HELL WEEK! My least favorite/most favorite part of a play/musical. It's always when I either do my best or worst. The shows coming out great and I'm confident that its gonna work. I will be rushing my ass off though this weekend, mainly saturday and sunday. On sundays I have an SAT class from like 8:20-12 and I'll be rushing to make the show, and saturdays, before the SAT class, I do my practice tests and since I get extra time it takes a while. I'm thinking if I wake up around 10 and start it at 11 I'll be able to have enough time not to rush and get it done, and if I'm a little late I apologize in advance, but thank the good lord for Patrick Goodsell's presence, I'm sure he'd have no problem doing the sound until I showed up or whatevers going on. Anyways, onwards and upwards!
OUTSIDE OF STAC (kind of):
HELL WEEK! My least favorite/most favorite part of a play/musical. It's always when I either do my best or worst. The shows coming out great and I'm confident that its gonna work. I will be rushing my ass off though this weekend, mainly saturday and sunday. On sundays I have an SAT class from like 8:20-12 and I'll be rushing to make the show, and saturdays, before the SAT class, I do my practice tests and since I get extra time it takes a while. I'm thinking if I wake up around 10 and start it at 11 I'll be able to have enough time not to rush and get it done, and if I'm a little late I apologize in advance, but thank the good lord for Patrick Goodsell's presence, I'm sure he'd have no problem doing the sound until I showed up or whatevers going on. Anyways, onwards and upwards!
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