See Tea, F.D.?

I'm not exactly sure what it is I worry about when I get like this. It's certainly nothing real or legitimate...otherwise I could build a box out of perspective and cram it in there. It's human to worry about things that aren't real...things that have never happened. I GET that.

But COME THE EFF ON.

I want to attach a mannequin arm to a spring and mount it in the company car--so I can have a slapping machine for moments like this.

Maybe the thought is--if my life gets TOO awesome, it'll all vanish.

Really, it's a matter of worrying about my ability to bring all of me to the table. It's a lazy, smart, tactic. I'll pour energy into the fear, that way I can blow stuff out of proportion and not have to step up ANYWAY!

Done bitching.

SO!

What have I been DOING for the past few weeks? Well, dear boy, have a seat while I pour another brandy and regale you with the tales of Life On The Stage~!

By the by, if you want to emulate the state in which I'm writing this--pour yourself a mason jar of ice water and blast Tally Hall's New Album. All set? So!

The Two Gentlemen Of Verona opened a few weekends ago to a great response, so I've been doing that every other night. I love the show. I've finally gotten to a place where I've personalized it. No more stigma of being 'The New Guy'....which is great, since that was a terrible movie.

On top of that, I'm understudying for Cabaret and possible The Taming Of The Shrew. Cabaret rehearsals are great..or so I imagine...I usually just hide in a corner and write AS QUIETLY AS I CAN. Those first few rehearsals are always a bit weird, since the actors are figuring it all out themselves. I love the process, but I'm less apt to hang out for those--namely because I know how I feel in those situations. You're not going to invite your party guests to come drink in the kitchen and watch you make pigs in a blanket. Even still it's been fun.

Some pals are also trying to put together a number of other theater extravaganzas in the area. Yours truly is trying to team up with a pal put on The Dumb Waiter at a local venue. In addition, since most of us play instruments reasonably well, we're thinking about writing some Flight Of The Conchords style goofy songs to play at a local bar. What's our HOOK, though? Those guys are from New Zealand! FOREIGNERS = BOTTOMLESS WELL OF COMEDY.

I guess we'll make Shakespeare jokes?

Also, we're going to memorize some monologues, sonnets, and scenes (oh my) to perform at weddings. How much would YOU pay to have someone perform a sonnet or rehearse your groom into a swordfight where he beats the villain and marries the bride? Or vice versa? Or hey, bride n' bride! Groom n' groom!

So those wheels are spinning. We'll see if they catch.

I'm going to go look up some particularly romantic Shakespeare pieces.

Love, peace, and call your Niece,

DAK

Poems in italics because that makes me legit.

Hey so sometimes I write stuff. Sometimes they're poems. It's been a while, but for the sake of revving up that creative engine again, I've decided to start banging out some poetry. I should preface this by saying they'll all be first drafts of varying quality. Okay okay...no more judgment from me, I'll just get em down here and walk away like nothing happened. Here's the first!


She polishes her badges proudly
and pins them through her skin
she screams, railing, in the dark
furious with her own echoes
which only ever sound like the person she used to be.

She makes love to her pain
like a child.
And in the morning she wakes weeping
in her empty bed.
She'll straighten her mask in the mirror
and notice how pretty it looks.
And I will look on her and shake my head
as if we were two different people.


Love, peace, and flocks of geese,
Dak!