Hrm?

100 for today, for watching A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum.  I love Buster Keaton.  And Sondheim when he's not being creepy is still really cool.

I can't get the googlebook of Pseudolus to load.  This does not make me happy.  I shall endeavour to:

A) Get the page working again

or

B) Find a hard copy and use that.

And YAYYAYAYAYAYYA!  My mom is going to be the provost of Manhattanville college!  WHich comes with a substantial pay-raise and free housing!  This means she'll be saving $36,000 a year once the current house is sold!  That's enough for a full year's tuition at a lot of colleges!  Not that she'll use it all on me :P.

Grarg

SO I woke up to realize I hadn't blogged.  I'm sorta screwed for the journal part this evening, but I can at least do my participation.

100 due to putting a lot into the viewpoints exercise.  I don't get it yet, but I want to, and I think I'm getting somewhere.

Damnit

So, I totally forgot to do these.  AGAIN.  SO pissed at myself.

I doubt I can still do this, but I might as well give it a shot:

Monday: 100, worked specifically with my monologue
Tuesday: 100, Watching others is still helping a great deal
Today:  100, got there a period late from Vaksman, but still got a lot out of watching Lindsay especially.

Grargh

100 for doing well with repetition.  *MASSIVE YAWN*  Byebye.

Abstract Waldo

Okay, so I'm falling into a bad sleeping schedule again.  I'm up at 2:30 after a long nap early in the evening.  I really need to study for the history test tomorrow, so I will catch up on reading tomorrow.

Participation: 100.  My independent activity went reasonably well today.  I'm proud of my room construction.  Also, I've broken my second person.  I felt sort of guilty afterwards, since I've never talked to Margy before, but things will be fine.  'Tis the world, after all.


Oh, and I'm crocheting again.  Woo.

Merf

Ugh.  Not feelin' too great.  Not sick, just off.  Weird, involuntary nap after getting home.

Participation: 100 for auditions

And extra credit for staying after.  Woo.

A time to reflect

Participation: 100, since I contributed to the conversation without falling asleep or exploding.  Oh, and I got the SAT question right.

Okay, so I've finished Oedipus, and this is the journal entry to go with that.
Basically, Oedipus gets the big news, we find out the final pieces, the prophecy comes true, bladida.  Mainly, I'm interested in why Jocasta kills herself, and why Oedipus gauges out his eyes.  I mean, I suppose it gives a peak as to the values of Greek times, and how they really have carried forward, at least a bit.  Incest does not equal wincest, no matter what time period I guess.
 I should probably think about the whole theme.  Fate, and whatnot.  The main thing I notice at the very beginning is that if the first shepherd had followed orders properly, Oedipus would be dead, and none of this would have happened.  It sort of says to me, "Disobeying orders will cause tragedy to the highest degree."  I can't say I like that.  It almost feels like an argument against compassion.  It was basically due to the shepherd's compassion that the entire story started.

So yeah.  Maybe that's what I'll talk about in my essay.  Good idea/bad idea?

A-WOOPS!

So, I'm super behind, but here's some Oedipus.  It's a little backlogged, so I'm further along than this, but I'm gonna post it one at a time.  I finished Oedipus in 3 sessions, so I think I'll be good for catching up.  If I actually DO this shit.

So. Oedipus got really pissed off at Creon, but then Jocasta came along and calmed him down. Lost of chorus stuff goin' on. Then Oedipus and Jocasta start making the connection between Oedipus's arrival and Laius's death. They send for the shepherd who was the sole survivor of the event. Also, a messenger from Corinth comes along and says two things: One, the King of Corinth is dead, and Oedipus is to take his place, but since this does not match what Oedipus knows of the prophecy, he says how he has not killed his father, etc. But then then, Two, the messenger says he carried Oedipus, and that he is not a blood relative of any Corinthian. Now they await the first shepherd to tell them stuff.  


WOO!  I will be good.  I promise.

Participation:  100.  I'm starting-just starting-to figure out the releasing.  The whole group mind is currently beyond my grasp, but I think I'm getting there.

BLARGHGHGHGR

I feel utterly useless.

100 for participation.

I'm sofa king we tart dead.

And he's a bit late out of the gate...

Participation:  100
Justification:  Did decently well with viewpoints.  Zari and I got very close with our little jump.  And I'm happy about diction practice.  Still somewhat surprised I was the only one to remember plosives.

So yes, I did not do journals last week, due to some bothersome scheduling difficulties, but I have begun.

This is for pages 1-25 of my translation. (Pg. 111-136)

So, Oedipus.  Really?  When he first started cursing people, I could understand his anger, but when he said the whole bit about cursing whoever was the murderer, all I could think was, "Aw, man!"  I mean, how pompous and ignorant can you get?  He outright says that the curse will even apply to him, oh so very confident it wasn't him.  Damn.  That reminds me.  Word I need to look up.

Suppliant:  adj  Asking humbly and earnestly; beseeching.

So there you have it.  The translation I have used that word about 8 times in the course of 2 pages, right at the beginning.  So there you have it.  The translation I have used that word about 8 times in the course of 2 pages, right at the beginning.  Well, I basically got the language down, so that didn't take to long to become re-acclimated to.  Terrible grammar there, I know.  I must say this writing for half an hour seems rather daunting.  I'm not sure I have half an hour's worth of stuff to say about half an hour of reading.  

I will say, I'm loving my newfound hobby of imagining the voices for each character.  Teiresias, for some unholy reason, was very Dumbledore-ish.  The first one.  Sort of aged and sagely, but then very booming in anger.  Of course, the image in my head was of the Teiresias from The Bacchae.  At least I think Teiresias shows up in the Bacchae.  If not, I'll feel very, very silly.  

I still can't place Oedipus's voice.  Any suggestions on that?  I tried all the big names that popped into my head, but none of them really worked.  I've even gotten over my case of PSJS.  Ark, arkity ark.  

Has it seriously only been 15 minutes?  Okay, need some sort of focus.

I'll go with my specific translation.  It's workable, but I don't think I'm too fond of it.  It seems to slip in and out of the pentameter a LOT, which bugs me immensely.  And the Chorus has no rhythm.  Oh, and random phrases like "highway robbery" randomly slip in.  

I suppose I should actually, ya know, recap the plot, for my sake.  GO!

Oedipus and most of the population of Thebes.  Suffering from Plague.  Send Creon to Delphi, I think.  Creon comes back saying they have to kill whoever killed Laius.  Oedipus dishes out round 1 of curses.  Then they call Teiresias, who says his lips are sealed.  Oedipus then accuses him of keeping quiet to hide the fact that he did it himself, or at least helped out.  NOTE: DON'T PISS OF A PROPHET.  Teiresias then reveals that Oedipus is, indeed, the one who killed ol' Laius.  Oedipus flies totally off the handle and dishes out round 2 of curses, also saying that Creon framed the whole thing to become king.  Creon's all, "Why would I do that?  I've already got all the perks, just no title.  Everything has to go by me, too."

And that, my friends, is where I left off for tonight's Oedipus portion.

I honestly don't know what else to write.  And I've still got around 8 minutes to go.  If I've covered everything I feel I need to cover, does it still have to be 30 minutes?  I'm going to assume this is okay, and ask tomorrow.  Good night.

Sitting in sing-song solitude

Okay, so I did surprisingly well with the 2 minutes of reality.  And contributed to conversation.  And all that jazz.  So yes.  100 for Gabe.  Who must do all the Oedipus readings tonight.  Blahblah, doctor, hamlet, massive amounts of work.

WIth the zeal of a zombie

Well, I at least oughta get participationg in, even if Hamlet kept me out too late for Oedipus.  Yay, 3 hours of reading and writing today!  After work!  Which ends at 9!  It'll be a long day.

Participation: 100 for following the few orders I was given, and then some.

Boy in the Bubble

So. I think today was actually better than yesterday. I made contact and even friends with a few of the freshmen. Alas, Hope was not in an excellent frame of mind, but I'm prepared to help her out. Mr. McNamara already knows my name very well. Ms. Cermak is supa-cool. Just generally good. Work darn well near made me pass out. I was too tired for that monotony. But I got paid. Again! It's odd, I haven't worked in the time I've been back, and I got a paycheck on monday, but I got paid again. $160. I certainly ain't complaining, it's just odd. So yeah. Home too late and too tired to start Agamemnon today, like I planned, but I'll probably start this weekend. Just to be a tad ahead of the game.

YAWWWWN!!!

And so it goes

Well, school has officially started again. I'm officially a junior. Etc. All that mushy, fun stuff. I must say, I'm extraordinarily excited about the reading pool this year. The Greek shit is gonna make my day every day. That stuff is really cool. I need to get an actual agenda, though. I have a book, but it doesn't have dates in it. I'll go get one at Rite-Aid tomorrow. A bit late now, as I already changed into PJs. I'm optimistic for this year. THen again, I'm always optimistic.

By the way, sorry to anyone I may have weirded out or pissed off today. I was incredibly hyped. I'll probably be a bit calmer tomorrow. With a normal night's sleep. I can never sleep the night before first days.

Mrow

So I think a virtual to-do list has become moot by this point. I've started (sorta) using my corkboard for that function. But I haven't been writing. Bad Gabe. I desperately need company. I'm getting downright lonely. And when I'm lonely, I'm lazy.

Wow, am I stupid?

THis is, what, the fifth time I've forgotten about blogging for a week? Oy. Well, I did figure one thing out. If I set my phone for two alarms, one at 9:00, one at 9:05, it doesn't wake me up. BUt if I then set me regular alarm for 9:10, somehow it wakes me up better.

So, after a bit of organizing, I found some sheet music I apparently never returned to my choir. The entire madrigal is now on my keyboard. I've also put my to-do list on notecards on my cork board. Which I haven't used in ages. So, now for a shower, and then off to walk a Lola-Bear. O, and some breakfast. Breakfast first.

Hope - Normal - US
Casey - Euphoria - US
Kevin* - Love - US
Marc-André* - Magnetism - Canada
Luke - Music - US

*On Omegle

ANd I met this one guy named Caio. Brazilian, was using a translator, I think, so I couldn't really explain abstract concepts to him. Ah, well.

To-Do: 7/14/09: Jeezy Creezy

Okay, quicky-quick

1)DAMNED LAUNDRY
2)DAMNED HOUSE
3)Clear desk
4)Take one of my poems and start trying to set it to music
5)Puppy-time!

Byebye

To-Do: 7/11/09: YAAAAAWWWN!

Oh my I'm tired this morning.

Wow. ADD. Hour and a half later. TOday:

1)Lola to dog park
2)Laundry
3)Home


Yay.

Down

I find it funny
That we can find beauty
In watching something go down,
Just to drown,
At incredibly high speeds,
Bashing against rocks and weeds,
Tumbling, thrashing, breaking
Blue and green and white, taking
Next to no time to crash
With a singularly sickening splash
Into itself, But since the thing
Is not alive, it is breathtaking.

Watched Taken this evening. Not bad. Interesting plot. Decent acting. Marvelous fight scenes.

To-Do: 7/10/09: Poetry Time!

I like Casey's poem. I think I'll write one now.

How many Times would a Coin have to flip
On it's own in a Street
Before Someone noticed?
How many Times would a Dog have to speak
In proper, clear English
To convince Passers-By that it's real?
How many Times would Gum have to pop
As loud as a Gun-Shot in Winter
To truly have Truth in Advertising?

A Coin, a Dog, and Bubblegum
Ordinary and demure
Yet with a Touch of Fantasy
Simplicity's unsure
If Ordinary's secure


Hm. I think I like it. May add to it later. Now, to do list for the day:

1)Shop with mom
2)Work
3)That darned home for Dominic
4)Laundry, if it kills me
5)Write

Hallelujah

That song is so thoroughly stuck in my head, it's not even funny. I love it. And I even found a key that works for me. B. Oh my. I am ridiculously tired. I'm on line yet again for Twelfth Night, I'm getting really pissed at the virtual line. It makes it virtually impossible, if you'll pardon the pun, to get a ticket. Ah well. I really need to get to sleep. Sorry, Dom. Didn't get everything done today.

To-Do: 7/9/09: Once again, oops

So I've managed yet again to forget to do this stuff. I don't even know for how long. At least a week, I'd think. So, part of my list today will be giving Dom a home. I don't have work today, so I should have plenty of time.

1)Eat/Brush teeth
2)Shower
3)Dress
4)Walk/feed Lola
5)Retrieve Aladren's papers from the elusive filing cabinet
6)Laundry
7)Upper body exercise
8)Read Mother Courage for a bit. If I get into it, so much the better
9)Mow the lawn
10)Make home fro Dominic
11)Clear desk

I think that's about as detailed as I'm going to get today. Can't forget to write later. Even if it's just a long SOC. Here we go!

To-Do: 7/3/09: Just chipper

So today I must

1) Use the chipper to clear out behind the garage
2) go to the Aladren/Wells residence around 2 in regards to Lola sitting.

That's really all for today.

Live Loop Audio Recording

So, I think I accomplished everything I set out to do today. Yay me! Also got over twice as many work hours as I was expecting. Forgot to write down hours and get my paycheck, though. Oopsy. So, I've going to write about live loop music this evening. But first, a break for food. I have not eaten dinner yet, and it's 10:01.

Okay, it is now 10:48. Dinner complete :P

So, as I was saying, live loop music performance. I believe the most popular example is Imogen Heap's Just For Now. She tends toward the almost tribal, vocal harmonies, with basic percussive rhythm. On the other end of the spectrum we've a guy by the name of Dub FX, who uses beatboxing combined with a decently impressive range to create a more electronic feeling song, titled Love Someone. Then, somewhere inbetween, you have KT Tunstall's Black Horse & the Cherry Tree, which uses actual instruments, in additional to vocals, for yet a third completely different sound. These three styles are all created from similar equipment. It seems to me that the live loop performance has created the ultimate platform for solo musicians. Whether multi-instrument-gifted, or just a singer, any independant musician can create a riveting performance with pedals and buttons.

So, Imogen Heap. She, unlike the other two I mentioned, starts with chords. She sings one part at a time , until you start hearing luscious, rich harmonies. Then she puts in a little bit of clapping here, some snapping there, varied rhythmic backup vocals. After all of this has been put into place, she starts the melody. Now, what I like about Just For Now is that Imogne Heap makes great use of removing the parts to make room for variations. This prevents any indivisual section from becoming too busy, overwhelming, or just plain crowded. Her result is very sweet, smooth, full sound.

Now Mr. Dub FX takes a different approach. The main difference is that, as he is a street performer in addition to a recording artist, he describes what he's doing as he's doing it. This way, since he has a much more random audience, anyone can at least partially understand what he's doing. Also, instead of starting with a note, FX starts with the beat. He builds up, in a more predictable way, to an equally impressive song. He uses a completely different style, with different tone quality, but the same equipment.

Now lastly, there is KT Tunstall. She is the only one in this grouping who uses any instruments, in this particular case guitar and tambourine. Like Dub, KT starts with a beat, though hers is made on the body of the guitar, then with muted strumming. Then she builds the basic backup, basic "ooh"s, in thirds. Then she does the guitar pattern and sings the melody. This results in, however, a more folky, bluesy style. Yet still, the same equipment is being utilized.

So all 3 artists, in these songs, are doing live performances with live looping audio recording. While each is in a completely different style, all of them provide a certain sense of creation. The aduience gets to watch and listen to a song being essentially built from the ground up. It also allows for the same free-forming which comes with live performance, but a solo artist can perform the whole song, all parts included. I fthat doesn't create opportunities, I don't know what does. Besides, I'd totally use that equipment. It seems like the perfect way to convey exactly what's in your head, instead of trying to communicate it to band members.



So yes. Holy crap. I just wrote an essay.

Oh, and happy 50th post on the (relatively) new blog to me!

To-Do: 7/2/09: Oopsies

So I missed a couple of days on here. That's not good. I need a physical reminder of where Dominic is, else I forget about him. Well, moving on, here's today's to-do list:

1) Figure out how to get phone schedule to work properly.
2) Shower and dress before Casey arrives
3) Go to dance
4) Go to Hope's house to hang out, probably some math tutoring
5) Fold and PUT AWAY laundry. It's still sitting in baskets.

So, I'm officially done with my music fundamentals class. The final took me all of 10 minutes. I'll sorta miss it, but I hope to never again encounter so much musical ineptitude. Especially Ms. Senator-wannabe.

To-Do: 6/30/09: Here we go again

Did not blog at all yesterday. Not good. I think that means I have to start the habit making over again. Come on, Dominic. Well, to-do for today:

1)Dance with Casey
2)Yardwork
3)Find a way to blog at Paul's

Those are the bigguns today.

Mooooooooo-OOOOOOO

Okay, so writing is not working tonight. But I've gotta try for 20 minutes.

Well, I just found a video showing centaur legs. But these are mechanics geeks, not mythology geeks. THey're not centaur legs if there are only two
Those are Satyr legs.
Either way, they're pretty damn cool.

Well, I guess I should talk about my day. I got my laundry done. No D&D, though that should happen tomorrow. Hope came over to hang before band. That weas fun. Messed around on my accordion. Turns out, one of the patterns I created on my keyboard goes really well with accordion.
And, of course, Eric Whitacre was marvelous. Got some interesting backstory to some of the songs. Example:

One song had been written to a poem by RObert Frost for a funeral. When Whitacre went to get it published, he went to the estate of RObert Frost. THey said no. He said, pretty please? I worked really hard on this! and they said no. So he goes to his friend Tony Silvestri, and says, "I need you to write a poem like Robert Frostm, with the same vowel sounds, and with certain words here and there, but totally different, so I don't get sued." Silvestri did. Thus,m the song SLeep. And, on that note (hehe) I shall go to sleep.

TO-DO: Sunday, 6/28/09, Computer Blackout

Okay, so I did wake up late, so it is past 11, but Dominic is giving me 10 minutes from now, 11:10, to do what I gotta do before turning the computer off. First off, to-do list:

1)Eat before noon
2)Take another crack at laundry
3)Go to D&D if it will finally happen
4)City to see Eric Whitacre
5)Come back online, write review of concert

Okay. Pretty basic. I'm also gonna write it down, so I have a version I can look at throughout the day.

And a new goal: Help out Hopeh with getting to band practice: See if mom will let her hang here for a bit.

I've gone over the ten minutes, so it's time to go. Damned call of nature. :P Have a good day everyone!

Foo-G Boofay

So, Dominic is too unintrusive. I've been talking to him (after a fashion) all day, but some things are not yet clicking. I think I really need to make a home for him. It may be a tad difficult for him to...I dunno.

Yes, I know, it's probably a bit over-obsessive and creepy to start personalizing a psycho-physical manifestation of one's superego, but I'm game for just about anything at the moment.

So yes. I'm getting things done, but not in quite as timely a manner as I would like. Then again, it is only day one. But I mean, I set rather low goals for the day, and only accomplished 1, 4, and 6. I didn't clean (though I successfully sidetracked myself with my moldy accordion), I didn't deposit my check on the way to or from capoeira, which is rather ridiculously trivial to forget, and I forgot about writing until just now.

I've decided, I'm going to start turning off my computer between the hours of 11 and, say, 3, to start out.

Flexibility will be made if I wake up late, but only to use the bookmarks in the folder I've created, which contains gmail, facebook, deviantart, and the likes. It's also high time I re-re-re-uninstalled StumbleUpon, and various other things on my computer I don't need. I kicked my TV addiction a while ago, but now I've grown addicted to the intartoobz.

ONE MORE THING! I need to set myself a bedtime for the week. SInce it is (was) Saturday, and I had massive amounts of sushi, and watched Karate Kid and SNL, Dom's not particularly kicking me for this evening, but it can't be a recurring thing.


On a couple o happier notes, tomorrow (today) should be marvelous. D&D is a possible go, and then I'm going into the city to see a fantastic composer conduct a choir. Both good things. I am sad that I won't be making it to band, but it is for a previous engagement, and of the music sort, no less. Sorry, GD! I wish you all the best at rehearsal, may much be accomplished.

TO-DO: Saturday, 6/27/09, and a tango

So, according to what I told Dominic last night, I will have to start doing entries twice a day. Morning and evening. This is for the to-do list part of the day. Okay, today I must:

1)Eat breakfast before 11
2)Put away new clothes/do laundry
3)clean off desk
4)Lunch between 12 and 1
5)Deposit check <------- These can be done simultaneously
6)Go to capoeira <____/

I think, other than my daily stuff, that's my must-dos for the day.
Though I may have D&D later. I hope so. And hopefully Dmitri will call me to let me know.

Dominic

Exercise:
Voice:
Reading: <---Obsolete
Participation:
Explanation(if above 89):


It's officially summer break, I'm officially a junior, and I officially have another set of expectations for myself. Let's hope I can pull these off.

So after talking to Aladren about externalizing my superego, I think it's time I gave this guy a name. Maybe even a whole character. Hm. Let's see what happens.

Dominic

Okay. His name's Dominic. Apparently, he's about 4 inches tall and transparent, at the moment. Not surprising, really. I've been neglecting him for ages.
Other than that much, he doesn't really have a shape yet. But he is my supervisor. And he will probably change over the summer, as well. Hopefully he'll get a bit taller. But then again, maybe this will work. Once again, let's see what happens.

SO hi, Dominic. I need you to kick me in the balls every day if I don't:

1) Write for at least 20 minutes every day
2) Take care of my personal hygiene
3) Don't clean up after myself
4) Run at least twice a week
5) Do 30 minutes of upper body exercise at least 3 times a week (pushups and situps)

That's the daily/weekly routine. I'll write out a to-do list for the day every day. Actually, that's number six.

6) Write and reference a to-do list daily.

I will make Dominic a house at some point. Or at least give him a place to live. Somewhere I can go and knock if I need him.

My. He's impish. That's the danger of having him be 4 inches tall. I think he may give me nightmares if I don't do the list. Hopefully this will work out.

So yes. A warm welcome to Dominic, may all go well. Good night everyone! And good summer!


Today, my name is <---Also Obsolete. Though I never really did this anyways. :P

Exercise: Backyard wrestling
Voice: COldplay, serenading Casey via Skype :p
Reading: More Amadeus
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89):Radio experiment


Menah menah. School's almost out. I feel spastic. And tired. Not looking forward to finals tomorrow. Joooooyy.


Today, my name is

Painted Vegetables

Exercise: Jogging.
Voice: *facepalm* Bing Bang Digariggadong... Eh. It worked.
Reading: Okay, I got hardcore tonight. 30 pages of Amadeus
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Basically participated in the conversation. Yay.

So, I've never really noticed how ruthlessly optimistic I am. It's odd. I'm an obnoxious bastard, but I'm always confident that things will get better. From what I'm told, this is a bad idea. I dunno. Someone care to chat with me about it.

Today, my name is AH

K331

Exercise: 10 minutes running
Voice: Falsetto practice
Reading: Continuing to dissect Proteus, and beginning to read 2 gentlemen of verona
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Casey and I sorted the books and such-library style! Oh yeah!

Meh. I'm not liking th whole totally boring thing of the last bit of school. I mean, what was the point in being there today, other than to clean the classroom? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I didn't see any. And my music class is dreadfully slow because of three people who still don't grasp half-steps. The girl next to me wants to be a senator. I'm sorry, but if she ever succeeds, I will terrified.

Shall I be forsworn?

Exercise:*sigh* none.
Voice: Range practice. Still low C, though the high E is getting easier.
Reading: I'm gonna memorize this Proteus monologue.
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Final. I did okay, I think. We'll find out, won't we?

Could I PLEASE pretty please have a local friend to hang out with for a bit after school!? I need some sort of social interaction after school. And no one's free.

And I don't know how any of you all can get anything done without having some contact with people. I feel crippled.

And jesus. I feel like I'm 5. Oh noes! Mommy hasn't been home for a whole day! I feel so aloooone! I'm 16 dammit, why does this still bug me at ALL? Last I checked teenagers are supposed to like being lonely and isolated, or something. What have I been doing wrong?

I have oodles of me-time, I get zilch done, yet during Midsummer, I'm surrounded by people just about 24/7, with way less time for school work or anything else at all, really, and I get massive boulders moved.

Help, someone? Someone who won't be cynical at me?

Today, my name is

Reckless Optimism

Exercise: Further dance partying outside Middlesex
Voice: L-O-V-E with Julia Nunes
Reading: Making sure I've got my lines down pat. Or else.
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Went through my two monologues.

Okay, so this may be dangerous, but I'm mildly optimistic about tomorrow? I feel like I'm definitely getting somewhere with Our Lady. Your notes have morphed ever so slightly. I've progressed from shmacting. Now, the real test will be to see if I can keep from spazzing in front of the judges. Break legs, everyone!

Rhiannon

Exercise: I guess none. Band practice.
Voice: Band Practice.
Reading: See exercise.
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Went over all the tidbits for history. Yay.

Okay, so I definitely thought I did more journals. And this pisses me off. I honestly though I did 2-3 times as many as I (apparently) actually did. I mean, I don't get. Something's not connecting in my mind. If I thought about them, that would imply that I did them. And I feel like I've written down things that aren't here. Anywhere. Have I been dreaming about blogging? Whatever. I'm screwed. AGAIN.,a]wpej
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And I need to stop thinking so much, cuz apparently, it doesn't help anywhere, even though it seems like it should. I don't get that either. Maybe I've just always been taught to use my brain to solve problems, and now I have problems that are solved through brainless, soulless repetition, and spontaneity, which got me into a lot of trouble as a child. Oh, Ms. Debbie. You forgot me in your film about the class. So I jumped into the frame. And you yelled at me. And then were very sorry when I wasn't in the film and you couldn't figure out or remember why. Spontaneous problem solving, without any thought, and I get yelled at. Of course, this was ages ago, but there have been repetitions. WHich I've probably blocked the majority of. Yay.\
Oh, there was the time I showed off my Riverdancing skills. And my feet and legs hurt so much afterward that I couldn't get my shoes on because bending my legs at all hurt. I think I cried.

But enough of childhood scarring. GOod night.

THis is me playing

Exercise: Rollerblading 20 minutes
Voice: Singing Mozart's 11th symphony. Yeah yeah, it's instrumental, but I like singing along.
Reading: Angels in America.
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Um, I didn't do a whole lot today, as I was exhausted, but I went into the dressing room and tried to get out of my damn head. I think it worked for about 2 and a half seconds. But then, of course, I noticed and threw myself back out.

So I'm officially the most advanced pinist in my music theory class. Today was piano lab. Prof asked me if I wanted to leave early. And said I don't have to come to the next piano lab if I don't want to. Huzzah. And holy crap I'm tired! I'm taking advantage of this!

Today, my name is Blarney

The Dance of War

Exercise: Chelsea and I worked our biceps and triceps this morning.
Voice: L-O-V-E
Reading:I guess I need to stop working my monologue. At least, word-wise.
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Well, worked my monologue. Taking away my oh-so-precious words. And yes, I would love to get you some masks. Any. They're far too intriguing.

So yes. I'm going through one of those crises we all know and love so well. Resulted in a two hour nap, accompanied by Philip Glass. And I truly can't stop thinking. How do you people be in the moment, for christ's sake? There are so many thoughts! To slow them down to speech speed seems...impossible. I dunno. SO many thoughts to think, how to stop?

OOh, and I'm taking capoeira tomorrow. The classes are at Studio 808. ANd the Saturday classes of dance don't start 'til the 13th. (thank you Casey). THough it's looking like I may (once music theory is over) do tuesday dance, wednesday capoeira, thursday dance, saturday capoeira. I'm gonna be fit as hell, man.

Solo dance party at college

Exercise: Ooh! Pick me! I did speedball for 30 minutes in gym, rollerblading for 30 minutes ( a lot harder than I was expecting), And an hour of dancing to my iPod on shuffle outside MCC. :D
Voice: Singing to said-same shuffle. Billy Joel, Paul Simon, you know.
Reading: Working on memorizing Edwin monologue sos I can work it in class.
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Paid attention and took notes on Ray's lecture. He remembers me! :D

It's been a pretty good day. Very exercise heavy.

Wow. I'm actually at a loss this evening. Let's just say I'm trying to figure out which pros I'm like. Type-wise, and whatnot. Help? :P

Today, my name is Dancer Pantsington

cv vc

I fell asleep. For way longer than intended. And I'm still tired.
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Worked monologueage today. Apparently did okay, though extraordinarily quick. Oh, and yay Our Lady of 121st Street. And Guirgis in general.

I feel shitty, oh so shitty, feel all stuffy, and puffy, and piiiiiissssed.
Oy. Today was such a weird day. I woke up and was very late getting out the door. Thought I was going to miss the bus. Slept on the floor until homeroom. Did some problems in class. Theatre was nice, but that's a given. Then I ate my hasty-lunch. Which was lunchmeat. Sans much else. Had Harvey for bio today, which was unexpected, but interesting. And then I basically died. I bugged out in gym, like usual, all singin' and dancin', and then I had a random adrenaline rush. And not the, "Oh yeah, woo! POWIENWPOEI!" Sort of adrenaline rush. More like, "All of you should die. I'm going to help you to this end now." Sort of a super-anger. Which I slept off through CZ. And then stayed generally awake through Dvorak. And fell asleep on the bus. And when I got home, I thought I was going to take a nap. Which turned into a bit more than a nap. 3, maybe 4 hours. And I'm still exhausted. And I ahve to wake up super-early tomorrow to clean. In a word, FML.

Today, my name is uktkryjwsty

dʒizʌs kroiɪst

Exercise: An hour of running about on playgrounds with my HP friends.
Voice: LOVE all frickin' day. I can't get it out of my head.
Reading: None. Woops.
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Read for Solomon. Yay.

I just got into a rather foul mood. And there's not a damn thing I can think to do to solve the problem. And I don't want to have it just marinate. I can't say anything for fear the problem will hunt me down. Grr. Angerangerangerangerangerangeranger. Not getting things makes me angry. Not getting people, things, and then when I get angry people get angry at me, and think I think they should think I'm perfect or something. NO. Not the case. But there I get confused, because if what I think I'm doing is reliably misinterpreted by absolutely everybody, then who's right? I'd *like* to think I am. They're my emotions with my own reasons.
God. Now I feel so stereotypical. *ahem* NOBODY UNDERSTANDS ME! WHY CAN'T ANYBODY SEE MY SIDE OF THINGS!? I'M SO ALONE AND MISERABLE. *cough* I wish I could digress as I normally do. But for some reason I can't.

If a small thing has the power to make you angry, does that not indicate something about your size?
Sydney J. Harris

And now I feel tiny. GOD DAMNIT! If I'm not allowed to get angry since that means I'm letting others control me, what do I fucking DO? Could someone explain that to me? I know it shouldn't get me angry but it DOES! So now what? Smolder? Spasm at the ensuing lack of fulfillment and compensation??? That turns it into depression, damnit! And last I checked, that's just as bad! Just less enthusiastic. Fuckin' hell. I would have to punch several people with babies* to feel fulfilled right now, so how do I replace that? Music at this point does jack shit. Geez.

*The image is of using babies to pummel people. The people in question are not parents.

Today, my name is Vinnie Garvin McPiss

One piano key is a beat

Exercise: Sit-ups and leg-lifts. I'm trying to make my stomach nice. :/
Voice: Heh. Funny story. Demonstrations in my music theory class. And the best part is, they think I'm humble. Ha!
Reading: Alas, I had class.
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Watched bits and pieces of Raging Bull after coming in late. Helped Lea with retrieving her stuff, and met the props master from Two Rivers. Andrea, I believe her name was.

So yeah. Interesting day. And ended on a decent note. I'm totally beasting my music theory class. It looks like I will definitely be learning something soon, like, chord notation, but it's very slow. Odd thing is, I'm not bored. I'm just not learning much. Finished my "homework" in about 45 seconds. A page of rhythm notation. Not hard. But as I've said repeatedly, I'm getting very interesting insight to how other people view music. Especially the law major who sits next to me. She asks very interesting questions. Like if I'd tutor her in math. XD They think I'm some sort of little genius. It's sort of fun, really. *shrug* Bedtime now. Read dome Farenheit 451 before actually falling asleep.

Today, my name is Mendelssohn

Solve, Dissolve, Resolve

Exercise: 40 sit-ups, 40 leg-lifts
Voice: Dance Myself to Sleep. Ironic, no?
Reading: I CAN HAZ ARE LAYDEE UV 121ST STREET NAO?
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Ended up doing the latter half of the fight scene for Marshall Jones. And hot damn it felt weird, but apparently it went decently well.

If only my resolve in the wee hours of the morning could carry over to the rest of the day. 20 minutes ago, I looked myself in the mirror and said, "I am going to do sit-ups 'til I can't breath." And I just about did. I separated it with leg-lifts, but similar muscles. As it turns out, my couches are a marvelous distance apart to use as bracing. I can tuck my feet under the one for sit-ups, and if I stretch out with my hands just under the other above my head, I can use the first as a reference for how far down to bring my legs for the leg-lifts.

Heh. Couches is diapers in french. I think.

But this has just been an adrenaline-filled evening. Exercise resolve, raccoon encounter, utter frustration and confusion. On the whole, it's ended rather well, except for that I should've been asleep 3 hours ago. But alas, it would seem that whatever I've got, be it allergies or a cold, makes me very tired. I did, indeed, nap this afternoon/evening, from about 5:30 to about 7:30. And of course, any naps translate into twice as much lost sleep. SO chances are I won't get to sleep for another hour. Isn't that just marvelous?

Chhhhhhhanyways. This may sound a tad odd, but I rather want someone to beat the shit out of me. I could go into further detail, but that's the basic idea. Or just overpower me immensely. Anybody?
I feel like I'm turning into a logic-obsessed freak. Like, more than usual. It seems perfectly "logical" to me that since I don't fully understand edrenaline rushes, in either expressed form, that I should try to induce them. And what better way than have someone beat me senseless? Chances are, initially, I will fight, and then I'll turn to the flight part. But that's just my hypothesis. What about my experiment? And is it *really* a good idea? Probably not. But many things are not good ideas. Most of what I do contains many, many not good ideas. Would this one be any different? Generally the rest don't involve physical harm.

Oy. What a day. I'm becoming nocturnal, like any good teenager.



Today, my name is Dominic Gorman. Apparently, two of me exist on Facebook already. And I just made me up! :D

We eat to live. I don't want to live.

Exercise: 50 yard dash. 4 times. Plus one more. Backwards. I shit you not.
Voice: Holy crap, how'd I miss this???
Reading: Well, I watched the freshman showcase.
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Helped with the final set-up for the showcase. Taped the seats. And then ran stick river.

So, I dunno 'bout y'all, but I was pleasantly surprised by the freshman showcase. It had some marvelous moments. In order of favorite:

Harriet Tubman
La Maestra
Night Swim
Time Flies

Zari and Scarlett both have beautiful voices. Ari is, of course, hilarious. Etc, etc, etc.

What bugged me about Time Flies, though, was the placement of the ladybug table. It was right up front. I kept on thinking about that rocking horse you told us about. I felt like it was supposed to do or symbolize something.

I couldn't hear what was going on in Night Swim. I got the general gist, but I just couldn't hear very well.

Of course, I did not understand La Maestra, but it was visually stunning. Props to J. Blodgett. I'm gonna get the translation from Scarlett tomorrow, in her words, sos I can better understand it and judge it better.

Harriet Tubman was rather surprising. I wasn't expecting such a voice from Zari. I just wish she could transfer it more effectively into her speaking voice. And I don't know exactly what she did, but Leigh set up the timing and such with Daria's better moments to the point that every time she told Zari to breath, I found myself inhaling. Very powerful.

Of course, not the best, but it was better than I had expected, especially after all the panic. And I can definitely see the room to grow.

One tech thing: The transition from Time Flies to La Maestra took forEVER. But I guess there's nothing to be done what with bringing the syc down.

You've got the AIIIIIIIII-IIIIIIDS

Exercise: Oops
Voice: Practice holding notes in the presence of half steps higher/lower, and other odd notes.
Reading: Once again, oops/
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): I did my duties, even though I did not get to go up in the catwalk. I won't be bitter if you promise to teach me the stuff up there sometime soon!

So, I just randomly looked through my *old* blog, and reminded myself of how I *used* to do these things. Like, find something artsy to talk about. I'm gonna do that again.

Barbershop quartets. I would love to try me one of them. The sheer skill required is great. And the sound is so incredibly unique. Can you imagine the group mindset for that shit? Like, one mind, one rhythm, 4 notes. Hot damn.

I wish I could write down a whistle.

I fell asleep. I think I caught, gestated, and slept off whatever Emily has. Oh, and 100 for escorting Fiona about, and running lines.



Anyways. Talking to my Uncle may be one of the best things ever. I haven't seen him in ages.

Woah. I just got a really creepy feeling. I'd prefer not to put it up on the internet, since I can't remember for the life of me who actually reads this.

Oh my. That just went and made me feel terrible. Eek.


*sinking feeling*

Ice Cream City

Exercise: I've grown stiff. I'm trying to fix this. Flexibilty.
Voice: Gounod's Ave Maria with Bach Prelude.
Reading: Frickin' Stevie
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Casey and I hung light 3 different ways, and none of them quite worked. But we hung. And taped. Etc.

So, for some odd reason, Philip Glass provides the perfect sort of driving repetition that helps me get work done. In theory, it should be great sleepytime music, but I can't really imagine falling asleep to this stuff. The way the rhythms evolve, it keeps my mind working rapidly but not to hard. Sort of like cruise control music analysis. I subconsciously pay attention for when the beats change, and when a note in a sequence bends half a step.

Hot damn I can't wait for that music theory class.

Today, my name is Wealthy von Richman

Lady Mondegreen

Exercise: Incapacitated at the mo'
Voice: Breathing
Reading: Makin' absolutely certain I've got Stevie down pat
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Meisner went well today. I did sorta slobber all over Fiona, but it went well, and progress was made.


So. I'm very frustrated at life. And people. And things. I feel somewhat guilty for taking it out on other people (Sorry, Javi) but then there are the people I *want* to take it out on, but didn't. Dzheezus Kroeest. I learned the terror that is Katelin. Etc. Etc. Etc. Alas, I may not be in tomorrow, to take care of my frickin' foot. If walking doesn't work, I won't be in. :/


Today, my name is Alexander.

asdfghjkl

Exercise: Mile run in 9:35, brisk walk for about an hour
Voice: Breath control on a single note
Reading: Finishing up memorizing the new Stevie
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Got a massive headache toward the end, but learned a bit more about the camera. Yay.

No. I have vented already, and now have nothing to say.

Today, my name is

A toot of time

Exercise: Oops
Voice: Always. High range practice today
Reading: Doin' my darndest to memorize a doubled part in Stick River.
Participation:100
Explanation(if above 89):Meisner was nice today. It felt good to get back to it, and not suck quite so hard as last year.

I'm starting to feel the growth that's occurred over the past year. I'm feeling a lot less like I have to show everyone everything about me in two seconds. Basically, it feels like shoes. Last year, they had that obnoxious bump underneath the arch, but after wearing them for a while, it's starting to wear down. It's getting more and more comfortable to wear my shoes. I mean, I probably need to relace them a coupla times and take a hammer to the stubborn bits, but I may be able to go for short hikes now.

Okay, metaphor aside, I'm feeling optimistic. Going back to Meisner was marvelous, and I can feel a distinctive difference between what I did today, and what I did last year with Rachel and such.

Now I just need to figure out what the Hubbard Street Dance Company I'm doing for my art piece.

Today, my name is Gabriel. That's right, bitches. I can stop time with one toot. Wait...

Et sanctum nomen

Exercise:3 rounds of 8 reps of bicep curls (6 pound weights?) plus forearm curls
Voice:Quia Fecit Mihi Magna
Reading:Oops. Need to get back on that
Participation:100
Explanation(if above 89):Well, didn't really have class, so yeah.


I'm at a loss. Well, not 100%, but today was such an incredibly boring day. Chelsea and I sat in graphic arts for an hour and a half. Felt like frickin' ages. We had nothing to do. Then we had to leave because they get out one period earlier. So we got Williams to let us stay there.

I'm really glad to have my keyboard back, though. I missed it. I can has musics again. :D


Today, my name is Volleyball Kid #2

Advance Australia Fair

Exercise: Brisk walk w/dad. 30 minutes
Voice: Practicing melisma, using Bach and soul music. 20 minutes
Reading:Oedipus Rex. 10 minutes. Heh. 30 20 10. *GEEK*
Participation:N/A
Explanation(if above 89):N/A



So, missed school today. Still gonna do the journal. Since I remembered it. Went to a local coffee house with my dad today. 'Twas pleasant. On the way back someone has a clear plastic box with some sheets of paper in it and a sign reading, "Free Poetry-Take One." I did indeed take one. It's rather boring stuff. The typical "What are angels like?" Sort of poetry. The topics most amateur poets start with, in my experience. Though, my Dad informs me, the lady writing it thinks very highly of herself, and seems to have been writing poetry for a while. My response? Meh. Well, can't wait to be back in theatre, though it has been great to spend an extra couple of days with Dad. *sigh* Ah well.

Today, my name is Gabe

Happy Pesach!

Exercise: I ended up caring and cooking for a sick mother
Voice: See above
Reading: See above above
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): And so it begins. So long, Midsummer. Rest well.




So, the more I think about it, the more I like the feature-length movie idea for next year.
- Film credit
- Oodles of acting training
- Learning film acting
- Free publicity
- Learn what it's like to work under a director you're not friends with
- AWESOMENESS

So yeah. I think I'm officially in favor.


Today, my name is Aaron

Woops

Exercise:None
Voice:Do the iTunes shuffle!
Reading:About 4 pages of Oedipus Rex.
Participation:100
Explanation(if above 89): We did the photoshoot. I put on *more* makeup. *sigh*




So, I totally blanked on this last night, so I'm rushedly tapping it out before eating. Yeah. I desperately need something to do for the remainder of the week. Help! I'm Allllll Aloneeee!!!!

Today, my name is Arthur

I'm All Alone

Exercise:*sigh* No I did not get any. I forgot that I need it now that Midsummer is over.
Voice:Songs for a New World. Actually managed the F. But I need a G!
Reading:Oedipus.
Participation:100
Explanation(if above 89):Well, we sort of did a verbal communal post-mortem, reflecting on the show as a whole. 'Twas sweet.




So, my main complaint is not with the inherent fact that the show is over, but that life is now required to return back to the way it was. It's only day 1, and I'm bored, tired, unproductive, and most of all, lonely. I've gone from hanging with some of my best friends for hours every day to be being utterly and completely alone. Mom had choir today, so she was only here for a bit to grab dinner. Other than that, my only company has been Chelsea (Thank you!), and my friend Anna asking me about how to get rid of a guy she doesn't want. I need something to do.

Well, I may have something, but not until May. Looking at taking a music theory course at Middlesex for the first semester of summer. Should be cool.

Yeah, my mom just said on the phone to Paul that I'm going through post-show withdrawal. About accurate. HELP MEEEE!


Today, my name is Raven Blood Black Fire Onyx Miasma Soul Breaker.


On the inside.

Grawg

Exercise: Sitting on the wheel of Hope's dad's Jeep. My abs were engaged for a good 20 minutes solid.
Voice: No
Reading: -_-
Participation:100
Explanation(if above 89): Got new masonite down. Woo.


So, I'm not feeling so great. My tummy no feel good. So I'm heading to bed early. Sos I don't vomit.


Today, my name is bleh.

Awesome

Exercise:Running back and forth between the classroom and auditorium.
Voice:Scales with Javi.
Reading:Midsummer work
Participation:100
Explanation(if above 89):Well, the lovers worked our scene. I don't know if I'm any further along, but we did what we were instructed to do.


MSND MUSIC WHATWHAT! I'm feeling awesome now. Well, no, now I'm tired. But the music is awesome. Awesome, dude. Totally awesome. Awesome.


Today, my name is GABRIEL "AWESOME" SPECTOR

I'll shiver *your* shocks.

Exercise:I HATE MY MOOBS! GEROFF! Butterflies. And sit-ups.
Voice:Two Ladies, and one other song which I have aphased.
Reading:What do you think?
Participation:100
Explanation(if above 89):I mean, I feel bitchy a/o ignorant, but I complied with directorial stuff.


So, My music has gotten a-pumpin'. :D I've already churned out 3 or 4 songs. Or at least beginnings for others to work with. Yay me!


Today, my name is Awesome.

Damn, damn, damn!

Exercise:Oops
Voice:Scales
Reading:Midsummer
Participation:100
Explanation(if above 89):We worked the fight scene some more.


Okay, PSE&G is a bitch. I had another surge last night, which totally interrupted everything I was doing last night (including this). I've got the drivers installed for my new recording device, though I still need to figure out how to work the program. As a neat side effect, I can now use my keyboard speakers with my computer, which sounds really cool. So yeah. I'm getting somewhere.


Today, my name is

Exercise:That fight scene. If that doesn't count, I don't know what does.
Voice:Fricking BREATHING.
Reading:-----
Participation:100
Explanation(if above 89):Rehearsal kicked our asses.


I'm not really gonna completely journal, cuz I forgot to finish before falling asleep, but I fell asleep listening to an hour-long George Carlin routine. I must have been tired.


Today, my name is blargh

Rawr

Exercise:On a whim, I did some impromptu backpacking, inspired by mi padre. Heavy load+walking for half an hour.
Voice:Breathing. And breathing. And breathing.
Reading:Do I even need to fill this out any more? I'm working with Midsummer.
Participation:100
Explanation(if above 89): Well, I worked with both Casey and Fiona. Damn it's hard to fall in love.


Something about Midsummer is pissing me off. I'm not sure what, but it's really bugging me. Like something needs to happen NOW so I can get everything done. Like, acting-wise. It feels like there's maybe one or two things that, once I figure them out, will allow me to excel forward.

And looking at that, it seems like wishful thinking. But Really. It's liek there's a wall followed by a hill. And once I get through the wall, I can go down the hill and just avoid the obstacles, and streamline to gain speed. But the wall feels like it's made out of steel-reinforced rubber. The harder I charge at it, the further back I bounce, and then I have o take a few steps back to have enough running space to build up momentum. It's just so frustrating.

Oh well.


Today, my name is Gabe

Fail gloriously

Exercise: Attempted some biking, stopped after falling 4 times due to wind.
Voice:Mine is dying. I'm nurturing it.
Reading:Revisiting my scansion.
Participation:100
Explanation(if above 89):I did whine pointlessly for quite a while, but i guess we got blocking done.


So, I feel really stupid. I seem to be sucking at things I thought I was pretty good at.

And, an hour or two later, I'm feeling a bit less emo. Yay for distractions and long weekends.
Chelsea got me staring at vids of Threepenny Opera. I'd have quite a bit of fun with that, I do believe.

Anyways, I got some fantastic words of wisdom from Rachel, as seems to happen every time I Facebook-chat her. I've gone and closed the window by accident, but 'twas something to the affect of:

"Do me a favour and have a marvelous time with these rehearsals. They're the most supportive setting you're ever going to find, so dare to make choices, and when you fail, fail gloriously."

Thanks, Rachel. :)


Today, my name is Gabe

Ladidadidadida

Exercise:Bit o' biking.
Voice:Breathing. Frickin' breathing. I still don't get it.
Reading:May I substitute my composing stress here? Believe me, there's plenty of it.
Participation:100
Explanation(if above 89):We blocked some of the chasing scene. More to be done tomorrow.


So, I tried to find that Radiohead thing at the Grammys, but all the videos have been removed due to copyright issues. Anyone care to find that for me?

Anyways, composing is being a bitch. For some reason, now that I'm composing for people, I'm almost completely devoid of ideas. Nothing is fitting together for vocal bits. Especially not in a medieval fashion. Djeezus kroist. Well, I'm taking measures tonight to keep me from scratching my inner ears to a bloody pulp in my sleep. And with that pleasing image, good night.


Today, my name is Kevin.

Boom-boom

Exercise:Some sit-ups and push-ups
Voice:Breathing and scales
Reading:Midsummer, of course.
Participation:100
Explanation(if above 89):Well, Mike and I pretty thoroughly figured out the to-do list for sound, and I found out how low my voice is *supposed* to be.


So, my voice is actually bass-y? Since when? Makes me feel awkward. Damn. Weirdness. I dunno. I guess I should get used to it.

And I totally forgot to press the publish button until right now. After waking up.

Today, my name is Augustus

Don't hit it. It's delicate.

Exercise:Biking to/from New Brunswick
Voice:None
Reading:Midsummer
Participation:Can't say
Explanation(if above 89):Cuz I was out.


So, I had a pretty terrible day today. Bus confusion, computer troubles, internet disconnection, bitchy people. I didn't get this done last night because I was just done. At 8:45, I started doing nothing. And fell asleep. On my couch. I am PRAYING that there's a better day in store for me.


Today, my name is Dario

If there is no try, then stop telling me to.

Exercise:I did some situps and pushups.
Voice:I actually did not sing today. Wtf?
Reading:Desperately trying to finish memorizing for the speed-through.
Participation:100
Explanation(if above 89):Well, I contributed to the conversation, even if I only proved my faults. And that I don't do anything about them.

So I feel like there's something I'm not saying that would somehow help someone help me. It would help if I knew what that something was. I mean, I talked to my mom a lot this evening, but I don't really feel like we got anywhere. I feel retarded. In a very literal sense. I feel like there's something that's supposed to make sense. Like the idea of willpower. Or how to "just do" things. I dunno. It seems to me like a lot of people are changing for the better, and learning how to do things and get them done, and I'm behind the loop in a very big way. Something doesn't make sense, and I can''t even pinpoint exactly what. I'm growing increasingly frustrated and no one seems able to help me, and I have been trying for months, nay, years on end to figure out HOW to help myself. But nothing's clicking. What if I never figure it out?
I guess I'm sorta scared. But none of it really seems real, in a sense. Not in a literal sense, but something that seems to be terrifying everyone else is invisible and silent. Someone care to enlighten me?



Today, my name is Andrew.

Memorization is not going well. At all.

Exercise:20 situps, 20 pushups, 100 relevees
Voice:Singin' ma fugue
Reading:Please read post.
Participation:n/a
Explanation(if above 89):'Twas a snow day.


Okay, so something odd is happening with memorizing. Very little of it is committing to long term memory. Today, I had memorized up to line 1600 or so, but when going over it again a mere 6 hours later, I can only remember up to around line...*takes out script and checks*

Shist.

830.

Okay, this is not good. I have half a play to memorize in less than a week, and it's going way too slowly. I was at line 765 2 weeks ago. Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit.

Um, help? Somebody? Anyone? What the hell has happened to my ability to commit things to long-term memory?


Today, my name is David

Yay, sleep!

Exercise:I fell asleep at 8.
Voice:I fell asleep at 8.
Reading:I fell asleep at 8.
Participation:100
Explanation(if above 89):I helped clean. And clean. And clean. Etc.


So, the filming yesterday was great. I didn't get the chance to journal last night, though, 'cuz I fell asleep at 8. Felt really great to get 14 hours of sleep though.


Today, my name is Gabe.

Immobile Text: My new beginning

Exercise:I did not. I came home feeling ill, so I slept. I am feeling much better now.
Voice:Singing my Philo music one last time...
Reading:*wrist slap*
Participation:100
Explanation(if above 89):Well, I did screw up with communication, but all was well in the end. Moved flats. And the piano. And a table.

Well, It is high time I did the obligatory title post. You know the one, where I make a post that describes why I chose the new name.

Well, to start, let's remind ourselves of what I originally started blogging for. You, know, my original inspiration.

The original Clarius B.

Now. Immobile Text. This one is a bit more me-centered. And it has more of a goal.

I recently had another one of those epiphanies. Well, sort of a series of miniaturized ones. About writing. Anyone who knows me knows fairly well knows that I don't exactly like writing. I tend to do fine when all's said and done, but there's just something difficult about it. Taxing. I've tried dismissing it and saying, "What could be bad? It's a beautiful art form, and I like making beautiful things. Let's do this!"

Needless to say, this did not work.

However, recently, I've been writing more. Not words, but music. So I decided to compare the two. What makes writing music so fun and absorbing that isn't happening with words? I quickly pored over the two forms, and quickly noticed one thing.
At least to me, stories do not move. And music does.

Yes, I am aware of the whole chart for Aristotelian plot structure, or whatever that word is. Yes, I am aware that it has the whole roller coaster shape, and that you add your own twist and turns and such, but it just doesn't move.

When I think of a piece of music, let's say Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen so everyone can follow along, I feel motion. The opening close harmonies pulse marvelously. The piano bits on either end seem to do exactly what the song is describing: Looking up to the skies. There's an almost tangible platform for the main vocals to rest on and just sort of be there.
For me, bass notes exist where my ribs part. High notes, such as on a piano, are in my right shoulder. Sopranos are dead center of my scalp, tenors at my lower stomach. Close chords' beats cascade down my abdomen.

Of course, don't get me started on classical music. That is for another day.

But basically, writing words is completely still to me. Whatever movement people seem to encounter is lost on blinded eyes, deafened ears, numb fingers, the whole nine.

It is, to me, Immobile Text.

So, my goal for this new blog is to figure out how to deal with this. Either to learn how to enjoy stationary type, or to to somehow make it move in my mind. Or even better, my body. If you've read this far, thanks for listening. If you haven't thanks for visiting anyways. And we're off to a new start! Let's see how this goes.

And here, I will put whatever I feel like my name is for the day.

Today, I am Gabe.

NYC

Exercise: Walked 'bout two miles.
Voice: I had a gig. So there.
Reading:Currently memorizing.
Participation:100
Explanation(if above 89):I taught Glenn IPA, and , ya know, got my first paying gig in the city. So there.


So, I had my gig in the city today. Pretty frickin' sweet. The location was pre-tty ritzy. On the 12th floor. Ryan Gould was there, with his beard. And the actual photographer was this chill Russian dude. They were very accommodating. I felt entirely comfortable. And Mr. Gould's gonna keep me updated on the production, and will send me copies of the photos. :D I is a happy Gabe. And, to top it all off, I got 40 bucks for it. So yeah. Great week so far.

A new beginning.