I'm alive
I disappeared for a good four months. It happened while I was in NY. Life was just moving so fast that I had no time to update and then no compulsion. Livejournal entries seem to require a compulsion. A flash update:
Opening night in New York: Rocked. The show went well, was well received. NY Times reviewed us but as I discovered what many playwrights have before: No review is ever good enough even when they’re not ripping you apart. The rest of the experience flew by. I got to keep the bong as a trophy and ended up smuggling it back to Philadelphia in the orchid plant that John MacNamara bought all the playwrights on opening night. The orchid survived a month, but promptly passed away.
After New York I went to Israel for a week. I rode camels, saw the Golan Heights, biked the Galilee, participated in an archeological excavation, went spelunking (cave climbing), went white river rafting, slept in a Bedouin tent, bought a hookah, walked through the Nigev desert at midnight by moonlight and stood for ten minutes in utter silence, met some great Israeli soldiers, danced around a bonfire in the desert with Jews from Brazil, Argentina, China, Russia-everywhere, floated in the dead-sea, saw Masada at sunrise and Jerusalem at sunset. We returned to the US and three weeks later, the war broke out. Cities we stood in just weeks ago got bombed.
Sometimes my life takes these weird twists and turns and excursions to random places.
I’ve been in classes since summer, but I did get the chance to visit Austin with my boyfriend for a week or so. Summer quarter I took a lot of pictures of random interesting people in Philadelphia for my darkroom photography class.
Fall quarter began with a production of my play “Birdwoman” as part of a set of Student Written Plays at my school. It was a sold-out house every night to the point that we had to turn audience members away.
I am currently interning as assistant to the literary manager at Philadelphia Theatre Company which entails reading a lot of plays (some shockingly bad). I am also doing dramaturgical research for “Nerds, a Musical Software Satire.”
I have been cast as Romaine Patterson in the Laramie Project.
Late night Unicycle rides are amazing.
I love October.
I will be observing a paranormal investigating team’s Ghost hunt at Christ Church Cemetery where the founding fathers are buried on Sunday evening. I still don’t believe in Ghosts.
On Wednesday, I will be flying to Kansas to see the opening night of Wichita State University’s production of the full-length version of FreezeFrame. For some reason, going to Kansas freaks me out a lot more than going to NY did. I think it’s because I am so used to going into things like this, where other playwrights are involved and I’ve had the chance to see the play or work on it before opening night. I’m going into this one cold pretty much. I just hope that they’re friendly and I don’t end up sitting by myself in a hotel for three days straight. I’m sure it will be fine.
Last night I saw PTC’s production of Jeffrey Hatcher’s play “Murderers.” Tomorrow night I will be seeing the Wilma’s production of “Pillowman” and on Sunday, I’ll be seeing “Waiting for Godot” at the Annenberg.
My next three days involve: A hayride through an orchard followed by s’mores and hot-chocolate, rehearsals, the AIDs walk 10K, and of course-the paranormal investigation.
I’m having fun.
Opening night in New York: Rocked. The show went well, was well received. NY Times reviewed us but as I discovered what many playwrights have before: No review is ever good enough even when they’re not ripping you apart. The rest of the experience flew by. I got to keep the bong as a trophy and ended up smuggling it back to Philadelphia in the orchid plant that John MacNamara bought all the playwrights on opening night. The orchid survived a month, but promptly passed away.
After New York I went to Israel for a week. I rode camels, saw the Golan Heights, biked the Galilee, participated in an archeological excavation, went spelunking (cave climbing), went white river rafting, slept in a Bedouin tent, bought a hookah, walked through the Nigev desert at midnight by moonlight and stood for ten minutes in utter silence, met some great Israeli soldiers, danced around a bonfire in the desert with Jews from Brazil, Argentina, China, Russia-everywhere, floated in the dead-sea, saw Masada at sunrise and Jerusalem at sunset. We returned to the US and three weeks later, the war broke out. Cities we stood in just weeks ago got bombed.
Sometimes my life takes these weird twists and turns and excursions to random places.
I’ve been in classes since summer, but I did get the chance to visit Austin with my boyfriend for a week or so. Summer quarter I took a lot of pictures of random interesting people in Philadelphia for my darkroom photography class.
Fall quarter began with a production of my play “Birdwoman” as part of a set of Student Written Plays at my school. It was a sold-out house every night to the point that we had to turn audience members away.
I am currently interning as assistant to the literary manager at Philadelphia Theatre Company which entails reading a lot of plays (some shockingly bad). I am also doing dramaturgical research for “Nerds, a Musical Software Satire.”
I have been cast as Romaine Patterson in the Laramie Project.
Late night Unicycle rides are amazing.
I love October.
I will be observing a paranormal investigating team’s Ghost hunt at Christ Church Cemetery where the founding fathers are buried on Sunday evening. I still don’t believe in Ghosts.
On Wednesday, I will be flying to Kansas to see the opening night of Wichita State University’s production of the full-length version of FreezeFrame. For some reason, going to Kansas freaks me out a lot more than going to NY did. I think it’s because I am so used to going into things like this, where other playwrights are involved and I’ve had the chance to see the play or work on it before opening night. I’m going into this one cold pretty much. I just hope that they’re friendly and I don’t end up sitting by myself in a hotel for three days straight. I’m sure it will be fine.
Last night I saw PTC’s production of Jeffrey Hatcher’s play “Murderers.” Tomorrow night I will be seeing the Wilma’s production of “Pillowman” and on Sunday, I’ll be seeing “Waiting for Godot” at the Annenberg.
My next three days involve: A hayride through an orchard followed by s’mores and hot-chocolate, rehearsals, the AIDs walk 10K, and of course-the paranormal investigation.
I’m having fun.