You'll find me on the run
I am officially master carpenter for both Top
Dog/Underdog(the first show in the smallest theatre
space we have) and for the Nutcracker Opera. The
former has me working with Crystal Marano as my TD.
I'm told that tomorrow I'm supposed to call all 16
freshmen scene fundies kids to crew, even though I
have yet to see a single plate, be them design plates
or construction plates. The only thing I can think of
to do with them is go get the patron's proscenium out
of storage, but really thats only about a 6 person
job, max. It will be interesting. I guess this is NCSA
growing up.
I guess I should mention that as a change, this year
the Nutcracker will be TDed by a teacher. This will be
cool, but I'd still rather not be on that godforsaken
show.
I've been in a very strange mood for the last few
days. I've felt like this before. Basically, I'm in a
mood right now where it seems very important to me to
back track through my life and figure out who I am as
it relates to who I was. Having an online diary for 4
years was very useful in that since I could go back to
sophomore year of high school in seconds on the web.
But now that everything I wrote up through the
beginning of last year was deleted, it becomes harder.
I introspect(is that a verb) as best I can to
remember, and I can look at the diaries of friends to
see what they thought of me then, but it's not as
useful. I think of myself as someone who hasn't
changed at all, but I know that I have, which just
feels...off, I guess. It seems like it should be
important to me that I understand that I have changed,
and how. I'm sure there has been a good and bad to all
of it, but how that breaks down is completely foreign
territory to me. I don't know why any of it matters,
but I guess I just feel like I might be heading in a
wrong direction, and want to know how that might've
happened(no secrets).
Moco is the single greatest class that could ever
exist in any universe. It's like someone took all my
favorite non-theatre high school classes, through
them together and applied them to theatre. And since
everything we do in class can be applied to real world
situations, I don't run into the problems I ran into
in classes like Calculus, where I could never figure
out what the point of it was.
In TD class on Thursday, we had a pretty great
discussion about how involved a TD should be
emotionally in a show. Some varied responses, which
was interesting. It was great not just because the
answers were for the most part pretty interesting and
insightful, but because the stories that came with
them showed so much about the people telling them. We
have two students who transferred into my class of TDs
from Suny @Purchase, and one of them went on to tell
us about how she worked as an EMT, and the rush she
got from shocking people back to life was the same as
the one she gets during Load-ins. I'm sure you can
imagine the awkward silence that comment left the room
in.
What else? We rigged up the lighting truss system for
the film school for my rigging class. It was
interesting, but not enough work for that many people.
Too much standing around. As a plus, I now have a much
better grasp of how chain hoists work on the inside,
which will be useful for nutcracker later.
Tuesdays and Thursdays are easy. Mondays, Wednesdays,
and Fridays aren't so much.
Oh yeah, I had a bit of a zen moment yesterday
afternoon. I was doing laundry at the laundromat
behind the wafflehouse near where I live. They had 4
tvs on inside. One was on Nickelodeon, one was on Fox
News, one was on a Spanish game show, and the last was
on the Minnesota-Purdue football game. Purdue was a
top 25 team, and Minnesota was not. The zen moment
came as I found myself sitting amongst a group that
consisted of 3 black men, two hispanic gentlemen, a
hispanic woman, and two other white guys: none of us
caring about the game, but all of us rooting for the
underdog. Minnesota took a 14-0 lead as I watched.
Zen. I don't know if they wound up winning or not, but
it was great to watch.
Dog/Underdog(the first show in the smallest theatre
space we have) and for the Nutcracker Opera. The
former has me working with Crystal Marano as my TD.
I'm told that tomorrow I'm supposed to call all 16
freshmen scene fundies kids to crew, even though I
have yet to see a single plate, be them design plates
or construction plates. The only thing I can think of
to do with them is go get the patron's proscenium out
of storage, but really thats only about a 6 person
job, max. It will be interesting. I guess this is NCSA
growing up.
I guess I should mention that as a change, this year
the Nutcracker will be TDed by a teacher. This will be
cool, but I'd still rather not be on that godforsaken
show.
I've been in a very strange mood for the last few
days. I've felt like this before. Basically, I'm in a
mood right now where it seems very important to me to
back track through my life and figure out who I am as
it relates to who I was. Having an online diary for 4
years was very useful in that since I could go back to
sophomore year of high school in seconds on the web.
But now that everything I wrote up through the
beginning of last year was deleted, it becomes harder.
I introspect(is that a verb) as best I can to
remember, and I can look at the diaries of friends to
see what they thought of me then, but it's not as
useful. I think of myself as someone who hasn't
changed at all, but I know that I have, which just
feels...off, I guess. It seems like it should be
important to me that I understand that I have changed,
and how. I'm sure there has been a good and bad to all
of it, but how that breaks down is completely foreign
territory to me. I don't know why any of it matters,
but I guess I just feel like I might be heading in a
wrong direction, and want to know how that might've
happened(no secrets).
Moco is the single greatest class that could ever
exist in any universe. It's like someone took all my
favorite non-theatre high school classes, through
them together and applied them to theatre. And since
everything we do in class can be applied to real world
situations, I don't run into the problems I ran into
in classes like Calculus, where I could never figure
out what the point of it was.
In TD class on Thursday, we had a pretty great
discussion about how involved a TD should be
emotionally in a show. Some varied responses, which
was interesting. It was great not just because the
answers were for the most part pretty interesting and
insightful, but because the stories that came with
them showed so much about the people telling them. We
have two students who transferred into my class of TDs
from Suny @Purchase, and one of them went on to tell
us about how she worked as an EMT, and the rush she
got from shocking people back to life was the same as
the one she gets during Load-ins. I'm sure you can
imagine the awkward silence that comment left the room
in.
What else? We rigged up the lighting truss system for
the film school for my rigging class. It was
interesting, but not enough work for that many people.
Too much standing around. As a plus, I now have a much
better grasp of how chain hoists work on the inside,
which will be useful for nutcracker later.
Tuesdays and Thursdays are easy. Mondays, Wednesdays,
and Fridays aren't so much.
Oh yeah, I had a bit of a zen moment yesterday
afternoon. I was doing laundry at the laundromat
behind the wafflehouse near where I live. They had 4
tvs on inside. One was on Nickelodeon, one was on Fox
News, one was on a Spanish game show, and the last was
on the Minnesota-Purdue football game. Purdue was a
top 25 team, and Minnesota was not. The zen moment
came as I found myself sitting amongst a group that
consisted of 3 black men, two hispanic gentlemen, a
hispanic woman, and two other white guys: none of us
caring about the game, but all of us rooting for the
underdog. Minnesota took a 14-0 lead as I watched.
Zen. I don't know if they wound up winning or not, but
it was great to watch.