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Tuesday, June 06, 2006

IQ

Your IQ Is 110

Your Logical Intelligence is Below Average

Your Verbal Intelligence is Genius

Your Mathematical Intelligence is Above Average

Your General Knowledge is Above Average


Love it.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Being funny is hard, but rewarding.

We had our first mini-showing of a bit of Heartbreaker, my stand-up comedy show for a few tutors and a few other audience members today. I have never felt more nervous about performing, at least not since opening night of Miss Saigon, and even that didn't compare somehow. It's such a new thing, stand-up, but it's good. It's going good. People laughed. They admired our guff and bravery for creating a show like this. They want to see it when it's done.

(Thanks DHG, btw, for your help last week, and we'd also appreciate any more advice or your outside eyes anytime.)

I have to come home to ridiculous writing and such. I'm sick of writing the same thing for three different essays. I'm sick of justifying why stand-up comedy is a good forum for activism, I'm sick of saying why verbatim theatre isn't good enough, I'm sick of telling people how good Motortown was and why (well, maybe not, but writing about Motortown will never equal seeing it).

I want to be an actor as good as the dude in Motortown (don't think I'm disparaging meself, I'm just setting a goal), I want to be a comic as funny as Sarah Silverman, I want to be a writer as moving and poetic as Simon Stephens, I want to be as cynical as Jon Stewart, as rockin' as Springsteen, as powered up about myself as Margaret Cho, as open-hearted as Henry David Thoreau, as smart as Hardt and Negri.

Too much to ask?

Friday, March 31, 2006

Fringe is a go



Yesterday I decided to peek into Darren O'D's now defunct blog about his experiences at the Edinburgh Fringe (darrenodonnell.blogspot.com) and it strikes me as my Central formed company futureMEMORY embarks on a rather big endeavour, that it may be a lot more of a "business trip" than an artistic one. At the same time, I'm not a cynical as O'Donnell, so we'll see.

Everything's well underway though. This is a huge undertaking, but we're handling it well.

I've been doing a lot of writing lately. Creative writing though, reworking our original script of the show. Unfortunately this week the ball drops and I'll have to start some academics, too. We're reading a lot of strange fiction in order to inform the show, so my dreams have been plagued by Acker-ish Murakami-ish Cooper-ish visions. Disturbing.

Also trying to learn guitar better so that we can busk along the Grassmarket in August.

Monday, March 27, 2006

Slippery Slope

I'm drinking instant coffee right now. Not only that, but I'm drinking Tesco instant coffee, the cheapest I could find at a whopping 81p for 100g jar.

Also, I'm thinking "You know, this really isn't so bad, and you do save a lot of hassle on washing up the french press."

(shudders)

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Eco-Footprints

There's been lots of stuff in the newspapers lately about the debate on cheap air travel and climate change. Which seems fitting discovering through her blog my friend Cat in Canada has gotten an internship as a travel writer at a travel website (mereport.blogspot.com). I also discovered through that same blog that Chris lended her MY copy of In Xanadu (which is my favourite of all things writerly) a transaction that I DID NOT AUTHORIZE, although, it's fine, [sniff], he was supposed to give it back to me over Christmas but forgot...

In any case, I don't really know where I stand on this issue... actually, yeah, I do know, and like most things it's do it in moderation. A long haul flight to visit family once a year? Fine and dandy! A flight to Northern Africa from London for a three-day holiday that only costs £25? That concerns me. There almost seems something in the proliferation of cheap travel that speaks of a dissatisfaction with your own surroundings. But for some reason our overload of stimulus these days means it's pretty easy to become apathetic (that goes for everything - from political causes to ecological living) - and I think that's a really bad thing.

This week my old English teacher will be taking a class of students from my old high school to London for a lovely jaunt in this wonderful city. I am to come up with some suggestions for their limited window of free time, and act as a guide on Friday afternoon... It's weird, but after 5 and a half months of living here, I can't think of a single thing to do - rather I can think of millions of things, but they seem like "old news". There's almost too much to do here.

So I'm going to use this opportunity to rediscover some of those things that made me fall deeply in love with this city the first time, 3 years ago. It's stupid to be apathetic about such a vibrant place, plus I'm not British, so I'm really not allowed to complain about everything like they are.

Back to the subject, I think flying is contributing to climate change a great deal, and that is a bad thing. But it is a reality, and, well, we can't not fly, so what's the solution? One part of me says let's let the earth die in a fiery armageddon, but that's only a small part, so I'd say just fucking fly less. Is that so hard? I mean, think about the dreaded FAMILY VACATION. Although it's a great institution, and I have fond memories of them, I think those memories suppress just how stressful they are. Parents and children for some reason become oil and water when thrown into a new country.

Then again, travel as a mind-opening experience... well, there's nothing greater. (Too bad so little of the world actually gets to do it.)

I'll end this by saying that I bought 2 white t-shirts at H&M today, since I essentially wear the same thing every day, with jeans and a hoodie. They were £3.99 each. Appallingly cheap. My eco-footprint is Doc Marten sized.

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Did I just leave the room or something?

Whoooosh.

Woweee.... I'm bussssyyyyyyyyyyy [whinge whinge whine]... .... .... blah blah blah... etc. I need to atone for my sins like not emailing people, and not calling people back and etc etc etc.

In any case, yeah, I've been working on this play for drama school, which just today has finally picked up steam and is really going somewhere productive. Only problem of course is that we go onstage with this stuff next week, so it's all a bit late, and basically it seems like we have to do POWER REHEARSING now, BULLDOZING through EVERYTHING. All the caps represent the raw power it will take to stage this play. RAAARRRRRRR!

I'm learning a Yorkshire accent for this thing, plus I have to learn a bit of rudimentary Japanese. It's the accent that worries me.

Today I worked on a scene with somebody from the MA Classical Acting dept. for this workshop, and it went brilliantly. Allow me to toot my own horn for a bit - there are some things about acting that can only be built through experience so no matter how much I may doubt myself while watching other people there is reason for me to be in this profession - I've come this far so no going back now.

Hey La Hey La Hey La Hey-Ee Laaaaaaaaaaa

Monday, February 20, 2006

The Amazing Race

My mornings are generally pretty laid-back. I'm the kind of person who requires about 2 hours from waking up to leaving the house, which yes, I know, is pretty crazy. Most people I tell this to think I'm crazy. In any case, that usually only means I wake up at 7:30, which is no big deal, really. I suppose I am a morning person.

Today I cooked porridge and hung around watching episodes of Drawn Together on my computer, making notes for my show from the broadsheets this weekend, when I suddenly heard this thump against my roof. And then another. Followed by a huge, constant gust of wind that doesn't seem to be alleviating. It sounds like a hurricane outside. Looking out of the window, I see clothes from people's washing that they've left to hang caught in trees. Damn London weather i hate you.

So now I'm caught in a place where I was going to walk to school today, but now because of this wind I think I'm just going to fork out the 80p and just take the bus. I can't stand the idea of my guitar case bashing against my legs and my toque flying off this morning. Which means I can stay in here a half hour longer... hahahahaha