You know what? I'm going to make up my own list of stuff. PREPARE FOR INANITY!!!
1. The Last Book You Read
Endgame by Samuel Beckett
2. The Last Meal You Had
Homemade jambalaya and a Fat Tire.
3. The Weirdest Thing That Happened To You Tonight
Walked into the crossfire of an argument at 7-11. One of the arguees bought me the beer to prove a point. HA-CHOW!
4. Your Current Favorite Curse Word
Anything ending in 'Torpedo'
5. Your Current Favorite YouTube Video Involving Pain.
6. Your Current Plausible Spouse
Regina Spektor
7. Your Current More Plausible Spouse
Felicia Day
8. The Last Song You Listened To
Falling For You
9. The Last Song You Listened To Which Was All Messed Up Because Your Right Earbud Is On Hiatus
Got To Get You Into My Life
10. The Last Videogame You Played
Rhythm Heaven
11. The Last Nickname You Called Someone
Poops LaRoops
12. The Last Thing You Stared At For a Significant Amount of Time
BUTTS.
13. The Last Movie You Quoted, and the Quote
Hot Fuzz, "Shit Just Got Real." (re: 7-11 Argument I walked Into. And yes, I said it at the time.)
Hey man...this is the best list. The best. It's the coolest list ever. YOU try to beat this list. Matter of fact, try to EQUAL this list. Matter of fact, FILL THIS SHIT OUT. No, you won't have bad luck if you don't. NO your true love won't fall for you if you do.
However...I do see a shiny 12 cents coming your way.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Let's go on an update, I know a place.
Ey yo, sexy folks!
I got back from Santa Barbara yesterday, which was reeeeally nice. Got to see (almost) everyone I wanted to. Even got pulled over not a full day into the trip! Double thumbs up for three negroes in a vehicle! Send love to Mich...because it was BS. I'm generally extremely reluctant to call race on ANYTHING...but this was definitely one of those situations.
Speaking of race, at one point when I was still dating Erin and we were walking through downtown Santa Cruz, someone drove by and shouted "Nigger-loving whore!" at her. I could shrug off the drive n' shout, as I'm accustomed to it--but I was furious that anyone would say anything so derogatory toward Erin, who is certifiably the sweetest person on the face of the earth. Your grandmother? No man, bitch's got secrets.
So y'know. Race and its effects on one's initial perceptions is a strange thing. Hey, y'know what book covers that? This one.
And hey, y'know what else is awesome? Several of these things that I like.
Love,
Dakotah
P.S. Ooh ooh oh yeah, I got an EIN from the IRS for Awake Theatre Company. Now to legalzoom to incorporate that shit, open a bank account, and...groan...ask for donations.
I got back from Santa Barbara yesterday, which was reeeeally nice. Got to see (almost) everyone I wanted to. Even got pulled over not a full day into the trip! Double thumbs up for three negroes in a vehicle! Send love to Mich...because it was BS. I'm generally extremely reluctant to call race on ANYTHING...but this was definitely one of those situations.
Speaking of race, at one point when I was still dating Erin and we were walking through downtown Santa Cruz, someone drove by and shouted "Nigger-loving whore!" at her. I could shrug off the drive n' shout, as I'm accustomed to it--but I was furious that anyone would say anything so derogatory toward Erin, who is certifiably the sweetest person on the face of the earth. Your grandmother? No man, bitch's got secrets.
So y'know. Race and its effects on one's initial perceptions is a strange thing. Hey, y'know what book covers that? This one.
And hey, y'know what else is awesome? Several of these things that I like.
Love,
Dakotah
P.S. Ooh ooh oh yeah, I got an EIN from the IRS for Awake Theatre Company. Now to legalzoom to incorporate that shit, open a bank account, and...groan...ask for donations.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Details...
Would you call you up to hang out?
If so, how would you act around you?
Is this even a worthwhile line of questioning?
To me, it is. It definitely is.
It's funny how I'll hang out with folks or talk to people I know or strangers or whatever--and then ten minutes after the conversation realize that I was walking on eggshells the whole time. I have the nastiest habit of tailoring each interaction I have with people to specifically fit them. It's like somehow if I say the wrong thing, if I select the wrong 'speech option' suddenly everything around us will implode.
I often and easily forget just how happy I am to wear these shoes, this skin. I don't know what gets us into the habit of being so fucking accommodating. It makes sense when you're young and dumb, but when you're older and dumb I think its best to ease off of it. It's much better to allow for the full force of your personality, especially when you realize that most of the world operates from a subjective basis. You're only as crazy as you say you are. Or rather, you're only as crazy as you think everyone thinks you are. The world needs more of 'that guy'. Or, rather... 'that guy'.
Speaking of which, this will blow your fucking gourd.
I mean whatever...he's pretty cool, guess.
If so, how would you act around you?
Is this even a worthwhile line of questioning?
To me, it is. It definitely is.
It's funny how I'll hang out with folks or talk to people I know or strangers or whatever--and then ten minutes after the conversation realize that I was walking on eggshells the whole time. I have the nastiest habit of tailoring each interaction I have with people to specifically fit them. It's like somehow if I say the wrong thing, if I select the wrong 'speech option' suddenly everything around us will implode.
I often and easily forget just how happy I am to wear these shoes, this skin. I don't know what gets us into the habit of being so fucking accommodating. It makes sense when you're young and dumb, but when you're older and dumb I think its best to ease off of it. It's much better to allow for the full force of your personality, especially when you realize that most of the world operates from a subjective basis. You're only as crazy as you say you are. Or rather, you're only as crazy as you think everyone thinks you are. The world needs more of 'that guy'. Or, rather... 'that guy'.
Speaking of which, this will blow your fucking gourd.
I mean whatever...he's pretty cool, guess.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Silly is the new Sexy
In an excerpt from his recently published article, "The Bangability of Silliness" Mr. Brown extrapolates on his 'Silly/Sexy' theory.
"...The blank expression has apparently overtaken the smile according to the media's standards of beauty. We allow a two-dimensional image to play a status game with us, causing us-as-audience to feel less than. Without thought, we create a causal relationship to the image without any complete information. Lacking any attributes other than the most obvious, we assume that this model's unsmiling, unblinking, Photoshop7'd mug simply must be beautiful. She would not be glaring at us otherwise. She must therefore be a good person and probably more skilled than us in most all skills. Moreover, the skills this model excels at are more important and should be taken more seriously than any of our own. However, if one assumes that few things are more attractive than confidence--real confidence--than the superficially morose attitude that seems to be the fashion right now should evoke laughter at best. Anyone can put on a frown, let their jaw go slack, walk very carefully, and be 'unaffected'. It is far more difficult to be constantly engaged and engaging. It is much harder to let the inherent beauty and plain goofiness of the world flow through you like the oxygen it is. It takes an immense amount of confidence in oneself and the world around you to realize that things like beauty are subjective. It takes a leap of faith to stop oneself from acting in a way that emulates our perceptions of beauty. The truly beautiful have an indescribable radiance. They are honest with themselves and others, caring, ultimately confident. They have nothing to prove, and therefore have no qualms about appearing foolish or silly. Its this silliness, this extremely honest part of who we as humans are, that makes a person attractive. Perhaps there will be a time in which silly will be bankable, but until then we must wallow in a sea of angrily seductive expressions."
Dakotah Brown is a staff writer for The Economist.
"...The blank expression has apparently overtaken the smile according to the media's standards of beauty. We allow a two-dimensional image to play a status game with us, causing us-as-audience to feel less than. Without thought, we create a causal relationship to the image without any complete information. Lacking any attributes other than the most obvious, we assume that this model's unsmiling, unblinking, Photoshop7'd mug simply must be beautiful. She would not be glaring at us otherwise. She must therefore be a good person and probably more skilled than us in most all skills. Moreover, the skills this model excels at are more important and should be taken more seriously than any of our own. However, if one assumes that few things are more attractive than confidence--real confidence--than the superficially morose attitude that seems to be the fashion right now should evoke laughter at best. Anyone can put on a frown, let their jaw go slack, walk very carefully, and be 'unaffected'. It is far more difficult to be constantly engaged and engaging. It is much harder to let the inherent beauty and plain goofiness of the world flow through you like the oxygen it is. It takes an immense amount of confidence in oneself and the world around you to realize that things like beauty are subjective. It takes a leap of faith to stop oneself from acting in a way that emulates our perceptions of beauty. The truly beautiful have an indescribable radiance. They are honest with themselves and others, caring, ultimately confident. They have nothing to prove, and therefore have no qualms about appearing foolish or silly. Its this silliness, this extremely honest part of who we as humans are, that makes a person attractive. Perhaps there will be a time in which silly will be bankable, but until then we must wallow in a sea of angrily seductive expressions."
Dakotah Brown is a staff writer for The Economist.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Tis the Season!
So, turns out my idea to begin Awake Theatre Company isn't as far-fetched as I'd initially assumed! I've got several places in mind from which to garner moneys (Including a hook-up with Absolut Vodka...hello Chekhov!), there's a newly-converted black box theatre that the owner is letting folks use for free, and someone crazy enough to think it'll work. A theatre scene in L.A. that produces original work and dynamic adaptations of classics? Holy funding, Batman! That sounds like it just might work!
What I want to put on thus far:
One For The Road
Romeo and Juliet
Antiapathy
Some Form Of Monologue Festival
Living Newspapers
Uncle Vanya
Cocktails (The Vagina Monologues, but for dudes. I wish I could say I came up with that one.)
SKETCH N' SNIFF SHOWS???
So that's my big crazy plan! There are a fuck-ton of awesome actors down here right now, and I'd love to keep this party going for a few years. In addition, L.A. actors would come out of the freaking woodwork to be part of a solid scene---that it to say, if it was EXISTENT down hurr.
Now, the ME part. Have you ever spotted a cute girl who was just leaving the restroom?
Also I've decided to modify one of my blazers. It does a bit more blazing now. And yes, it's HIGH. ALL THE TIME. Here's your second video for the price of one (which is to say, free.)
MmmMMM, PLAYIN' WITH MYSELF.
Other than the somewhat new developments, there's not much to report. OH WAIT, I'll be in Santa Barbara again on Monday--originally I was going to try to hit up Santa Cruz and see Erin and Paul's play, but it doesn't look like I have the money. AND NO ONE IS SURPRISED.
Love,
Dakotah
P.S. Huh? Why haven't you seen District 9 yet?
What I want to put on thus far:
One For The Road
Romeo and Juliet
Antiapathy
Some Form Of Monologue Festival
Living Newspapers
Uncle Vanya
Cocktails (The Vagina Monologues, but for dudes. I wish I could say I came up with that one.)
SKETCH N' SNIFF SHOWS???
So that's my big crazy plan! There are a fuck-ton of awesome actors down here right now, and I'd love to keep this party going for a few years. In addition, L.A. actors would come out of the freaking woodwork to be part of a solid scene---that it to say, if it was EXISTENT down hurr.
Now, the ME part. Have you ever spotted a cute girl who was just leaving the restroom?
Also I've decided to modify one of my blazers. It does a bit more blazing now. And yes, it's HIGH. ALL THE TIME. Here's your second video for the price of one (which is to say, free.)
MmmMMM, PLAYIN' WITH MYSELF.
Other than the somewhat new developments, there's not much to report. OH WAIT, I'll be in Santa Barbara again on Monday--originally I was going to try to hit up Santa Cruz and see Erin and Paul's play, but it doesn't look like I have the money. AND NO ONE IS SURPRISED.
Love,
Dakotah
P.S. Huh? Why haven't you seen District 9 yet?
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Ooh, Talk Middle Management To Me Baby
Dear Barnes and Noble Manager: Don't tell me you're going to 'increase my store knowledge potentiality'. Just say 'go work the register'.
Here's the thing--if I had my druthers, I'd make a living off of performance art on the 3rd Street Promenade. (Note to self: Pick up milk, eggs, druthers.) Since I'm not quite at a level of Duperstardom, I've got to work with what I've got. What I've got is a paunchy little man who I'll call 'Derek'. Derek is the manager at the nearby B&N. He's one of those guys who talks a whole lot, doesn't really pay attention to what you say, and is always saying things like "Where I used to manage--at my old store--they called me 'Ace'." His favorite phrase is "Guess what?" usually followed by a delicious morsel of retail knowledge you could care less about. I love the bookstore, but I wish I could re-roll some of the side characters.
Also, please enjoy your daily helping of "Hey, where'd this nice handbasket come from?" A billion props to Jon Stewart.
I don't know what it is about putting your (Whoa, car accident outside...upon investigation it appears that the green electrical box across the street came out of fucking nowhere and clipped some poor guy's side mirror) posters on the wall and your books in a shelf, but it really feels like you're setting down home base. I haven't done these things. I'm rooming in my parents house with my brother, and while I love everyone deeply, I NEED TO GET GHOST QUICK. The dramatic part of me wants to be in Portland by October. The responsible part of me is easily swayed. Buh-bye free food, hello NAKED-IN-THE-KITCHEN TIME.
Also--you HAVE been reading this comic, right? Yes? Well good, I'd hate to revoke your membership. We just got hats.
This video thing will only get better--or worse. You know you love it either way.
Love, Dakotah
Here's the thing--if I had my druthers, I'd make a living off of performance art on the 3rd Street Promenade. (Note to self: Pick up milk, eggs, druthers.) Since I'm not quite at a level of Duperstardom, I've got to work with what I've got. What I've got is a paunchy little man who I'll call 'Derek'. Derek is the manager at the nearby B&N. He's one of those guys who talks a whole lot, doesn't really pay attention to what you say, and is always saying things like "Where I used to manage--at my old store--they called me 'Ace'." His favorite phrase is "Guess what?" usually followed by a delicious morsel of retail knowledge you could care less about. I love the bookstore, but I wish I could re-roll some of the side characters.
Also, please enjoy your daily helping of "Hey, where'd this nice handbasket come from?" A billion props to Jon Stewart.
I don't know what it is about putting your (Whoa, car accident outside...upon investigation it appears that the green electrical box across the street came out of fucking nowhere and clipped some poor guy's side mirror) posters on the wall and your books in a shelf, but it really feels like you're setting down home base. I haven't done these things. I'm rooming in my parents house with my brother, and while I love everyone deeply, I NEED TO GET GHOST QUICK. The dramatic part of me wants to be in Portland by October. The responsible part of me is easily swayed. Buh-bye free food, hello NAKED-IN-THE-KITCHEN TIME.
Also--you HAVE been reading this comic, right? Yes? Well good, I'd hate to revoke your membership. We just got hats.
This video thing will only get better--or worse. You know you love it either way.
Love, Dakotah
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Now I'm MOTIVATED...
200 Points to whoever can guess what the title is from.
So I'm off to Nebraska on the 8th of September to act with the Nebraska Shakespeare company. I'll be performing in a 6 actor production of Macbeth, playing Banquo, Ross, and some other folks. THIS = FANTASTIQUE! It's a paid gig, no less! A real life acting gig! WHAAAT? This is doing wonders for the post-college doldrums I've been experiencing. It's been very easy for me to fall into a routine of assuming there's no creative outlet for me at home and acting accordingly--as opposed to continuing as I would at school or wherever. Earlier today, I unearthed my File Box back from Sage's amazing Acting For The Camera/How To Exist in the World class and began to sort some of my recent junk into it. Without a space to claim as my own, without a little corner of the house to retreat to even, I'm finding it more and more important to find things to define who I am. That isn't to say my identity is lost without my dong-shaped coffee mug (I heart you, Michaun) but it's always nice to have my little corner of existence.
ALSO IN LIFE: I've been in contact with Anthony Burch of Hey Ash, Whatcha Playin' fame. He has a lot of very interesting things to say about the state of gaming nowadays. I like his ideas, but I'm not sure if the modern gaming audiences are ready to take the leaps of relative faith he's proposing. I guess that's why he calls himself 'ReverendAnthony'. That said, its always good to have someone around to propose progressive ideas, even if everyone else is plugging their ears and saying 'LA LA LA LA'.
Working in the Barnes and Noble kids' section is awesome and sometimes hilarious.
I finished Hard Reset, my play about four videogame characters (who I'll call Shmico Bellic, Shmaster Chief, Shmonic the Shmedgehog, and Shquall Leonheart.) Contact me if you want to read it. I've already got some really amazing feedback from my buddy Paul and I'm planning on doing revisions soon. It'll be nice to go back to that world and dick around. I want to know a little more about each character, and I think that's a good place to edit from.
I'm really wanting to launch an AntiApathy campaign in L.A. AntiApathy? Oh, you didn't see the show? For shame. It was my guerilla theatre Senior Honors' Project. I basically took a page out of Improv Everywhere's book. I love them, and you should too. Check out their MP3 Experiement # 6 for a case of the warm fuzzies. I can't exactly divulge my plans for the LA area, but suffice to say they will be of utmost silliness.
That's mostly it for today. If you're in LA, specifically the valley, and specifically the West Valley--join me for a beer sometime soon. There has been a depressing lack of good beer in my life recently.
And now, a parting gift from me to you. Hearts, stars, and horseshoes! (PS the missed lyrics add to its charm!)
Love,
Dakotah
So I'm off to Nebraska on the 8th of September to act with the Nebraska Shakespeare company. I'll be performing in a 6 actor production of Macbeth, playing Banquo, Ross, and some other folks. THIS = FANTASTIQUE! It's a paid gig, no less! A real life acting gig! WHAAAT? This is doing wonders for the post-college doldrums I've been experiencing. It's been very easy for me to fall into a routine of assuming there's no creative outlet for me at home and acting accordingly--as opposed to continuing as I would at school or wherever. Earlier today, I unearthed my File Box back from Sage's amazing Acting For The Camera/How To Exist in the World class and began to sort some of my recent junk into it. Without a space to claim as my own, without a little corner of the house to retreat to even, I'm finding it more and more important to find things to define who I am. That isn't to say my identity is lost without my dong-shaped coffee mug (I heart you, Michaun) but it's always nice to have my little corner of existence.
ALSO IN LIFE: I've been in contact with Anthony Burch of Hey Ash, Whatcha Playin' fame. He has a lot of very interesting things to say about the state of gaming nowadays. I like his ideas, but I'm not sure if the modern gaming audiences are ready to take the leaps of relative faith he's proposing. I guess that's why he calls himself 'ReverendAnthony'. That said, its always good to have someone around to propose progressive ideas, even if everyone else is plugging their ears and saying 'LA LA LA LA'.
Working in the Barnes and Noble kids' section is awesome and sometimes hilarious.
I finished Hard Reset, my play about four videogame characters (who I'll call Shmico Bellic, Shmaster Chief, Shmonic the Shmedgehog, and Shquall Leonheart.) Contact me if you want to read it. I've already got some really amazing feedback from my buddy Paul and I'm planning on doing revisions soon. It'll be nice to go back to that world and dick around. I want to know a little more about each character, and I think that's a good place to edit from.
I'm really wanting to launch an AntiApathy campaign in L.A. AntiApathy? Oh, you didn't see the show? For shame. It was my guerilla theatre Senior Honors' Project. I basically took a page out of Improv Everywhere's book. I love them, and you should too. Check out their MP3 Experiement # 6 for a case of the warm fuzzies. I can't exactly divulge my plans for the LA area, but suffice to say they will be of utmost silliness.
That's mostly it for today. If you're in LA, specifically the valley, and specifically the West Valley--join me for a beer sometime soon. There has been a depressing lack of good beer in my life recently.
And now, a parting gift from me to you. Hearts, stars, and horseshoes! (PS the missed lyrics add to its charm!)
Love,
Dakotah
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