Some people will tell you that they fear becoming "a statistic." I have no fear of that. You have been quantified by somebody somewhere the second you were born, you will be quantified again when you die, no matter how you die, and in between you will--whether you realize it or not--be laid under the flaky crust of pie charts, you will be the mean ( Read more... )

There are a number of different details sapping my motivation at the moment, but what I realized earlier this evening: one of these details is that I'm due for my quarterly recharge ( Read more... )

With one exception, I have now spent three months on a mostly vegetarian diet, with brief forays into pescatarianism(I had some pad si-ew with beef in it during the lunch break for Saturday's auditions. The food was paid for by the company and it would have been a bad idea to try and continue through the afternoon's crop of auditions without eating ( Read more... )

I admit that I have called in sick on days that I was in fact feeling 100% physically healthy. In most of those cases, however, I have declared those days to be "mental health days," which I consider something of a necessity since I have still not managed to secure professional help1. The small percentage of sick days that have fallen into the ( Read more... )

Woke up at 5:30 yesterday morning. Fed dogs. Left for work by 7:45. Worked day job from 9-5 pm.

Went from work directly to 6:30 call for Passage. Performed Passage from 7:30-10:15.

Went from Theatre Building to Neo-Futurarium, rehearsed for half hour, performed Too Much Light from 11:30-12:45 pm ( Read more... )

I focus on absurdity. It forms, arguably, the basis of much of my artistic output; it certainly is the foundation of most of my political observations. I look for that which makes no logical sense and then I either attempt to rationalize it or spotlight it in the hopes that it will be rectified. Failing either, I often use that absurdity to craft a ( Read more... )

I have too many bad memories of being alone on Valentine's Day to consider it anything more than a holiday for Other People...like Secretary's Day and Rosh Hoshanah. I'm very much in love this year, but I don't need some ancient Catholic martyr's approval to feel that way. I don't need this day. Everybody else, please enjoy ( Read more... )

I applied to graduate school in 1999, as a logical next step after finishing my undergraduate degree in Rhetoric (what nearly every other school would refer to as Creative Writing). I was accepted at The New School for Drama as a playwright after an application review and an over-the-phone interview ( Read more... )

The play is titled Honestly.

It is the stalwart classic of the Too Much Light canon, the play that most often gets inserted into gig menus because of its ease, versatility, and aesthetics. I believe that the play was created by Phil Ridarelli, but cannot strongly confirm that ( Read more... )

I appear to have forgotten joy.

There's a great little film called The Four Corners of Nowhere that failed to find distribution in 1995, and may only run occasionally on IFC or Sundance these days if it runs anywhere at all. It was written and directed by Steve Chbosky, best known for his novel The Perks of Being a Wallflower and for his ( Read more... )