It's that time of year again! Auditions are upon us and we better be ready!
As our costume mistress reminded me the other day, this has been a really good year for me; I haven't had any broken bones! That means I have no excuse to not go to all the auditions I can get to, though it's awfully difficult to figure them all out while rehearsing six days a week...
Also, we open Cinderella this week! Today's going to be our first day in the theater, which means a lot of sitting around and blocking. This also means that I need a new book to keep me entertained. Any ideas?
Monday, February 6, 2012
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Reading
This really has nothing to do with anything, but I just love it so I'm putting it here.
"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.
She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.
You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.
You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.
Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.
Or better yet, date a girl who writes."
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.
She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.
You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.
You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.
Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.
Or better yet, date a girl who writes."
Saturday, February 12, 2011
SHOW TIME
TWO SHOWS DOWN, THREE MORE TO GO!
I can't even describe how happy I am to be back on stage. As a Trainee I haven't had the most to do these past few days (I'm double casted with a company member), but the little I do is enough to make me happy (and good for my footsie). And it's not as if I haven't had some fun opportunities :D Wednesday night we had a run through for Amanda and Stefan's cast, which meant that I was only supposed to be a Market dancer. Howevahhh, Chloe (who's performing Juliet tomorrow night) had pulled her adductor in class that afternoon and was having a hard time doing her parts as a Mandolin dancer and Friend of Juliet in Act Three (the Act Three Friends are more advanced than than the Act Two Friends). Anyway, I (along with like four other girls) was cast as an understudy for the Act Three Friends, and on Wednesday night I got to do Chloe's part! And I didn't mess it up! :) ALSO before we got into the theater I was able to get through entire classes without any pain in my foot (the hard stage floor is making it hurt a little but whatever :D). Things seem to be looking up. Last night I was supposed to write an entry for our blog (yeah, that's right SacBallet has a BLOG documenting the progress of Romeo and Juliet. Check it out at sacballet.blogspot.com), but I really can't figure out what to write about. Ohhhh well. I'll figure it out but I'm tired now. We've been starting in the afternoon lately because our dress rehearsals and shows have been in the evening but tomorrow we have a matinee so class is at 11:00. Ugh. I have so much to write about, but it'll have to wait.
<3 <3 <3
I can't even describe how happy I am to be back on stage. As a Trainee I haven't had the most to do these past few days (I'm double casted with a company member), but the little I do is enough to make me happy (and good for my footsie). And it's not as if I haven't had some fun opportunities :D Wednesday night we had a run through for Amanda and Stefan's cast, which meant that I was only supposed to be a Market dancer. Howevahhh, Chloe (who's performing Juliet tomorrow night) had pulled her adductor in class that afternoon and was having a hard time doing her parts as a Mandolin dancer and Friend of Juliet in Act Three (the Act Three Friends are more advanced than than the Act Two Friends). Anyway, I (along with like four other girls) was cast as an understudy for the Act Three Friends, and on Wednesday night I got to do Chloe's part! And I didn't mess it up! :) ALSO before we got into the theater I was able to get through entire classes without any pain in my foot (the hard stage floor is making it hurt a little but whatever :D). Things seem to be looking up. Last night I was supposed to write an entry for our blog (yeah, that's right SacBallet has a BLOG documenting the progress of Romeo and Juliet. Check it out at sacballet.blogspot.com), but I really can't figure out what to write about. Ohhhh well. I'll figure it out but I'm tired now. We've been starting in the afternoon lately because our dress rehearsals and shows have been in the evening but tomorrow we have a matinee so class is at 11:00. Ugh. I have so much to write about, but it'll have to wait.
<3 <3 <3
Sunday, January 16, 2011
HAPPY 2011
Alright, well it's 11:15 (whoops, I missed my chance to make a wish), I have work tomorrow at 9;30, and I'm not the least bit tired. AND, I haven't really acknowledged the whole "New Year" thing yet, so here goes...
Now I'm not a huge fan of New Year's "Resolutions" (because who really follows them?) but I did take the opportunity to reflect on last year and maybe even set a few goals. 2010 was absolutely the my most challenging year yet; it was rewarding and then horrible and then awesome and then awful...etc. Annnnnnyway, 2011 didn't start off wonderfully, but things are looking up. I'm really happy to be dancing again, and for this year I'm trying to be more optimistic (if that's possible XD). I've also decided to take more chances. It's occurred to me that I miss out on many possible opportunities because of totally irrational fears, sooooo I've decided to just stop being so generally afraid. What's the worst that could happen?
Ultimately, not much has changed since last year (I mean, really, it's only been a few days), but I'm definitely taking more chances. And I feel better. Let's just hope this year is better than the last one (and that I don't get into too much trouble) XD
Now I'm not a huge fan of New Year's "Resolutions" (because who really follows them?) but I did take the opportunity to reflect on last year and maybe even set a few goals. 2010 was absolutely the my most challenging year yet; it was rewarding and then horrible and then awesome and then awful...etc. Annnnnnyway, 2011 didn't start off wonderfully, but things are looking up. I'm really happy to be dancing again, and for this year I'm trying to be more optimistic (if that's possible XD). I've also decided to take more chances. It's occurred to me that I miss out on many possible opportunities because of totally irrational fears, sooooo I've decided to just stop being so generally afraid. What's the worst that could happen?
Ultimately, not much has changed since last year (I mean, really, it's only been a few days), but I'm definitely taking more chances. And I feel better. Let's just hope this year is better than the last one (and that I don't get into too much trouble) XD
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
leaving is not enough; you must
stay gone. train your heart
like a dog. change the locks
even on the house he’s never
visited. you lucky, lucky girl.
you have an apartment
just your size. a bathtub
full of tea. a heart the size
of Arizona, but not nearly
so arid. don’t wish away
your cracked past, your
crooked toes, your problems
are papier mache puppets
you made or bought because the vendor
at the market was so compelling you just
had to have them. you had to have him.
and you did. and now you pull down
the bridge between your houses,
you make him call before
he visits, you take a lover
for granted, you take
a lover who looks at you
like maybe you are magic. make
the first bottle you consume
in this place a relic. place it
on whatever altar you fashion
with a knife and five cranberries.
don’t lose too much weight.
stupid girls are always trying
to disappear as revenge. and you
are not stupid. you loved a man
with more hands than a parade
of beggars, and here you stand. heart
like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas.
heart leaking something so strong
they can smell it in the street.
stay gone. train your heart
like a dog. change the locks
even on the house he’s never
visited. you lucky, lucky girl.
you have an apartment
just your size. a bathtub
full of tea. a heart the size
of Arizona, but not nearly
so arid. don’t wish away
your cracked past, your
crooked toes, your problems
are papier mache puppets
you made or bought because the vendor
at the market was so compelling you just
had to have them. you had to have him.
and you did. and now you pull down
the bridge between your houses,
you make him call before
he visits, you take a lover
for granted, you take
a lover who looks at you
like maybe you are magic. make
the first bottle you consume
in this place a relic. place it
on whatever altar you fashion
with a knife and five cranberries.
don’t lose too much weight.
stupid girls are always trying
to disappear as revenge. and you
are not stupid. you loved a man
with more hands than a parade
of beggars, and here you stand. heart
like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas.
heart leaking something so strong
they can smell it in the street.
Marty McConnell, “Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
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