Dec 15, 2005 22:23
I HATE the feeling of faking it.
Casual atheism pisses me off.
Snow is an excellent way of putting out a fire in a trash can.
Philadelphia rocks.
I’d really like to live somewhere with a fire escape I can put plants on.
I'd thought this before, but wasn’t sure until this fall: one of my eyes opens more than the other.
I seem to somehow dislike orange as a color. ... that one’s hard to explain.
You know those annoyingly melancholy people for whom Christmas time is never a celebration of anything, but always a nostalgic memorial of times past? I might be one of them.
The week between the third and four thursday in november - the one before Thanksgiving where people have just started to put up lights - is a generally irritating time.
The English “You're Welcome” and Spanish, “no hay de que” are used in the same ways even though one offers freely what the other claims doesn't exist.
Nicky Silver has more good stuff than I realized.
The power of using the actual door when a character enters is enormous.
Sophomoric revelation of the semester: I find the idea of an “angry vagina” hilariously outstanding.
I must be very careful about the first image, object, or character I present to an audience - they will often have trouble separating themselves from it.
Bananas are both nutritious and convenient.
Communism, showering with other people, and group choreography - some things are just better in theory.
If someone can make me really laugh, I will want to sleep with them.
Actually knowing your audience is a luxury; I should use it when I can.
The idea of something being made useful is extremely satisfying.
The way everyone is sporting those STRAND tote bags is a peculiar fad.
“I have noted a tendency to consider the paintings of a man who has never been abroad more American than those of a man who had been abroad.” - Robert Henri ...I have so much to see that I’m a little intimidated.
One of the many ways I am limited in my perception is that the few languages I‘ve had exposure to all move from left to right.
The character of a neighborhood is largely defined by the personalities of its homeless people.
I’m a fan a the ny photo library.
“A literal set for Lear will always be a mistake.” -Bob Moss ...Little theatrical truths are enjoyable and also quite telling.
I dislike it when people compare any rigorous training to boot camp. Theatre training is like theatre training, it doesn't need a military simile to validate it.
There are two kinds of people when it comes to large cities: People who move their umbrella around so it doesn't wound others on the sidewalk and people who don’t.
Getting lost is underrated.
The ever-popular “What is art?” argument/conversation is overrated.
All the communicative ability in the world isn’t worth a damn if you don’t have anything to say.
Everyone is inevitably fooling themselves to some degree almost all of the time. Even the people who have had this revelation, who often have the feeling of being in on a joke.