Stories

I was poking around the internet, as one does, and stumbled across this project from Penguin called We Tell Stories.  I can't find an official blurb on the website, but it seems as though Penguin commissioned six contemporary authors to create stories in new/digital forms - there's one based on google maps, a choose-your-own-adventure style, a mad-libs type fairy tale, one that's a blog, one that's written live - in response to an existing, traditional text.  A "classic." As someone who thinks more and more about different ways to tell stories, I'm enjoying it . . .

Check it out.

The Dog

If you saw Laika Dog In Space, you heard me sing in a Punk Rock fashion about wanting a dog.  If you didn't see that show, just trust me when I tell you that I have wanted a dog for a VERY long time.  And not quite two weeks go, I got one.  She's a pip.  

 

Name: Fanny Brice (because of the actual Fanny Brice who I know about from her work in radio, not from the movie Funny Girl . . . if you wondered)

Age: 4.5

Breed: Japanese Chin

Weight: 12 lbs

Occupation: Formerly a breeder in a puppy mill, Fanny Brice has now retired to a life of leisure as a kept puppy.

Hobbies: Sniffing things.  By "things" we mean EVERYthing.

To-do/Today/To-done

Just about the last thing I need to be doing today is anything NOT on my long-and-behind-schedule To-Do list, but I've been missing the Blog and I've been wanting to work towards writing shorter-but-still-coherent posts (a look back reveals that blogging me is too much of the long-winded, overly earnest part of me and not enough of funny/sassy me . . . stay tuned . . .) so here's hoping that keeping it quick helps me with that goal. So.  I got back from Chicago just about two weeks ago.  (I was there doing THIS.)  Since I've been back I've:

Today I need to:

  • Finish reading The Americanization of Benjamin Franklin by Gordon S. Wood (I'm a little worried I might not get all the way there)
  • Get props for tomorrow's gig at Sarah Lawrence College (list includes: material to fabricate "crown of thorns" sans thorns; dried spaghetti; canned spaghetti; "crap robot costumes," and wind up bunny rabbit)
  • Write some hip-hop
  • Take my jeans to get fixed
  • Get whatever I don't have that I need to make these scones (which I saw Ina make when I was at the gym the other day - nothing like thinking about eating while you're working out . . . what?!?!)

Tonight I See:

Tomorrow I:

  • Make Scones (and the rest of brunch)
  • Go to Sarah Lawrence with all of my props to perform Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind

Sunday I see The Elixir of Love

And many many many times along the way, I take the dog outside where I stand on the sidewalk staring at her and forcefully, but quietly, say "potty. potty. potty. potty. potty. potty. potty . . ." over and over again.  House-training has made me into a crazy lady muttering on the street.

New Year! New City! New(ish) Show!

Hi Blog-Friends!  Happy New Year! The end of 2010 was hectic, carrying right into the beginning of 2011 but now I am writing to you from Chicago!  I arrived this past Friday night and I'm here for about two months to perform in Laika Dog In Space.  This is a show that I co-wrote and performed in at the Ontological Incubator in NYC in October '09.  It was one of the best experiences I've ever had as a performer - really fun material and, through both the material and the performance, an amazing connection with the audience every single night.  Now it's being re-mounted as a (the first!) co-production of the New York and Chicago (aka Original) Neo-Futurists.  After the first production closed, we did a bunch of re-working and re-writing and while I loved the show in its original incarnation, I think it's even better and really wonderful now.  So I'm excited to dive in again with our first Chicago rehearsal for the re-mount tonight!

Here's some info about the show

Here's some info about Laika

Here's the show page on Facebook. You can "Like" it no matter where you live and that'll help us out.

Here's the event page on Facebook.  Because maybe that's how you like to roll . . .

If you live in the Chicago area, I hope you'll come see the show! It runs Feb 3 - March 15.

If you have friends in the Chicago area, I hope you'll recommend our show to them.

Regardless of where you live, I hope you'll take a minute to think about Laika - a sweet little dog who gave her life (or had her life taken) to be the first mammal in space.

 

2 things

Thing One: The New York Neo-Futurists are having their/our annual benefit this coming Monday, November 8 from 7:00 - 10:00 PM.  I have been working very hard on the benefit.  It will be a fun party.  There will be charming people, delicious food, and delightful wine and cocktails to drink.  There will be a silent auction full of things that you and/or your friends and/or your family will want.  Things you will get for a lot less money then you would pay for them in the "real world."  There will be a live auction full of things that you simply can't get except for this Monday night at the Neo-Futurists benefit.  I am looking desperately forward to crawling into my bed on Monday night and sleeping late on Tuesday.  In the meantime, I hope you'll consider joining us at the party.  Info here.

Thing Two:

I just read this comic online.  I recommend it to you.  It will only take you three minutes.  I was pointed to it by this blog.

Classics are classic for a reason

It's been longer between blog posts than I would've preferred owing, primarily, to the following three things:

  1. I'm performing in Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind through this weekend (Oct 29 & 30)
  2. The New York Neo-Futurists are having a benefit on November 8 and I am at the top of the planning pyramid.  Please come, by the way.  It would mean a lot to me.
  3. The Neo-Futurists also have a full-length show running right now called (un)afraid.  I'm not working on it directly, but as an ensemble member part of my job is to help support the show by seeing it and selling it.  It's very strong and interestingly both the same as and different from the, perhaps more-familiar, Too Much Light fare . . . check it out if you have time.  If you let me know when you're going, I'll probably be your date.  Unless you don't want that.

Life is great but I'm feeling a bit frayed and fatigued of late with all of the above plus the independent and serious pursuit of a regular acting career (submissions, auditions, gym) so when these videos came across my computer as I was enjoying my breakfast, they were just what I needed.  I'd rather think of these as "the new vaudeville" than the burlesque* and side/variety-show type acts I've seen carrying that moniker.  I also think these videos are a nice reminder that, while bells and whistles are great, an absence of bells and whistles can be just as effective, entertaining and, certainly, funny.  Enjoy.

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17j3OBSnV_k]

*It should be noted that Eliza Skinner blogged my feelings about burlesque before I even had a blog.  If you don't read hers, you should.

Aquabib

Remember this AWESOME adopt-a-word website?  (I blogged about it a little while ago) Well, I just adopted another word: Aquabib.

It means "water-drinker" and since I am trying to be more of an aquabib it seemed both useful and a propos.

Aquabib also has a great example sentence: "aqua-bib by day, alcoholic by night - that's your grandfather."  Oh, snap!

Feel free to send me any words you discover that mean "naturally gifted in Pilates," "blessed with hair that is perfectly coiffed without styling," "completely immune to the Siren-song of popular television shows like 'Glee'," or "rises, fully rested, with the dawn" so that I can get to work on those aspirations as well . . .

Art: it isn't just for fun (an editorial)

Last night, I attended a fund-raiser for the Southern Center for Human Rights (SCHR) which is an organization that "provides legal representation to people facing the death penalty, challenges human rights violations in prisons and jails, seeks through litigation and advocacy to improve legal representation for poor people accused of crimes, and advocates for criminal justice system reforms on behalf of those affected by the system in the Southern United States." Basically, they do good work for a lot of people who don't have the means or the wherewithal to stick up for themselves.  At the event, people told stories about individuals sentenced to the death penalty who had been egregiously non-defended by the lawyers assigned to them; stories about people put in jail for minor crimes like loitering sitting in jails because, after the charges against them had been dropped, no one had bothered to tell the prison that they could be released; a story about a woman who got caught performing oral sex on her boyfriend in high school who, years later as an adult, was retroactively added to the sexual offender registry so that she could no longer live in the home she owned with her husband or work at her job because of the restrictions the registry imposed on her.  SCHR defends people who can't afford to defend themselves and they're not well-supported in the South, essentially, because they are a liberal organization working in a conservative part of the country.  Probably, you should consider making a donation to them.

All of the above got me thinking about the director Peter Sellars - about something he said.

Early this past summer, at the Americans For The Arts Half-Century Summit (where I was honored, along with other Neo-Futurists, to attend and perform at the summit as an Artist in Residence), I heard Mr. Sellars speak as part of a small panel (including the incomparable Liz Lerman) on the topic of The Role of the Artist In Society.  I can't recall what, specifically, kicked off the tangent, but he got to talking about this girls' prison he'd been to or learned about.  The strictest rules and most draconian punishments were imposed on these teen-aged girls including seemingly arbitrary rules like "you have to sleep on your back," "you can't cover your face/head while you're sleeping," "no mirrors."

They were affecting and startling stories - in that respect, not unlike the ones I heard last night - and Mr. Sellars was clearly affected.  He asked (I'm paraphrasing) "what if all of the artists decided to make art about the prison system for a year? what would that do for awareness? to change the situation?" (He asked it better in real life than I'm asking it here, but hopefully you get the gist.)

It's a question I've been thinking about ever since, and it came back to me last night: "what if all of the artists - or even just a fraction of all of the artists - decided to make art about the death penalty? or about the economy? or about the environment?"  What if just all of the artists in Atlanta - where SCHR has their offices - decided to make art about the issues SCHR is grappling with.  Would they find more community support?  Maybe just a more informed and literate dialogue about the issues at hand?

I don't imagine that everything would - poof! - get better, much as I realize that the death penalty, sexual offender registries, and juvenile offenders are complicated issues, not easily sorted out like so many misunderstandings.  Still, it seems to me that artists could have a role - a significant one - in bringing a better, and perhaps more nuanced understanding of these (and other) issues into the conversation that we - collectively, in our communities - are having about them.

To paraphrase Rogers & Hammerstein (in Oklahoma!): the artist and the activist should be friends.

This week in (my) art . . .

Here is what's on the creative docket this week:

  • prepare a scene from the play "dead man's cell phone" for my acting class
  • create a syllabus for a year-long after school class called "from page to stage" (which I signed on to teach just last week) and then start teaching that class (!)
  • write two site-specific short audio-plays for a cool project the Neo-Futurists are doing with this app that uses geo location to connect you to content (more on that down the road)
  • go on some auditions (?)
  • take my second ever Pilates class (I liked the first one)
  • start thinking about going back into Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind next week (weekend of Oct 15/16)

Otherwise i get to:

  • buy baby gifts
  • go to the gym (X5)
  • deliver invites to the Neo-Futurists' benefit to the hands of our board, host committee and ensemble.
  • attend a benefit (not for a theater company)

Additionally I hope to:

  • cook some dinners
  • eat some pinkberry
  • watch something I like on TV
  • read my new book

I'm excited about this week!

Free Drawing Lessons

I very recently stumbled across drawing lessons on the New York Times' website.  They're in the blogs section. This seems to be the first, and this seems to be the second lesson in a series of . . . who knows how many.

During my senior year of college, I took a year-long "Basic Drawing" class which has, ever since, informed and enriched the way that I view fine art (going to museums and galleries being one of the things I most enjoy doing, by the way). More recently, I've been participating in a dance class that has opened up my ideas about and perceptions of movement more generally and which, I feel, much like my drawing class, simply helps my brain to be stronger (or maybe more flexible) by asking it to work in new and different ways.

So . . . I'm not saying that I'm going to draw along with the Times blog . . . but I'm thinking about it . . .

Good Taste

In fifth grade we went around the science classroom and chose, out loud and on the spot, topics for our report about some part of the body.  I'd been gunning for the nose - largely because it seemed fairly contained as a subject (read: easy) - but someone ahead of me beat me to it.  So I did my report on the tongue. That was a long time ago, but here's what I remember:

1. I built a balsa wood model (after my stunning success with my fourth grade balsa wood Kachina doll) of a tongue which I chose to paint Pepto-Bismol pink.  The tongue was cut in half  from tip to root and then hinged so that you could swing it open and see a cross section of tongue anatomy.  This consisted of maker drawings of tongue cells but also, much more excitingly, with my dad's help (everything was with my dad's help by the way, Kachina doll, tongue . . . if wood was involved, Dad had a hand in it) I had hollowed out a sphere the size of a pink rubber ball which represented a giant version of a taste bud.  Somehow my Dad had even managed to stick thick, waxy brown string into the "taste bud" to represent the nerves.  Awesome.

2. Using a pad of transparencies my Dad had secured (I think just by taking it from the advertising agency where he worked . . . but maybe he bought it, I don't know . . .) I created a map of the areas of taste on the tongue: salt, sweet, bitter, sour.  You could see them all at once or just one at a time.

3. Most importantly: taste is smell!  The vast majority of what you "taste" comes from your ability to smell it.

I was super proud.  And then, I remember, the kids in my class took the "nerves" of the giant "taste bud" and used them to swing the "taste bud" around over their heads and then throw it across the room.  Repeatedly.

Ahhhhhhhh, fifth grade . . .

Last week I was on vacation in California and one of the activities in which I was fortunate enough to participate was a food and wine pairing class at the West Coast branch of the Culinary Institute of America (CIA).  The course was taught by John Ash.  He immediately debunked the tongue map (although that was old news to me), he agreed that smell and taste are essentially one and the same, and then he introduced me - all of us - to the Aroma Wheel.  And, friends, this is actually why I'm blogging about this.  Here is the Aroma Wheel.  It's a way to help you name what you're smelling (and tasting) in wine (or, I suppose, in other things) as a helpful step in knowing what flavors either go with or contrast the wine in order to create a successful pairing. GENIUS!  John Ash also pointed us towards the Monell Center which studies taste and smell and which is VERY interesting.

My sense of smell is the pits, but the Aroma Wheel holds lasting allure for me . . . check it out.

Tonight . . .

The New York Neo-Futurists (of whom I am one) will win the New York Innovative Theater Awards' Cafe Cino Fellowsip.  We are winning this award because we, they say, consistently produce outstanding work.  I agree.  We do that. And tonight, as part of receiving this award, the New York Neo-Futurists (of whom I am one) will be doing a short performance included in which will be this song, written and performed by me.  I will be wearing a much fancier outfit tonight, though, so try to imagine that while you watch the video:

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AqP7Un1ykIw]

Feeling a little bit proud . . .

"This will make you happy"

That's what the tweet read.  "This will make you happy."  It's a pretty big promise, but I think the link that followed delivers: [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iANRO3I30nM]

The tweet came from Sxip Shirey (@sxipshirey).  He will also make you happy.  Well, he makes me happy with his excellent Tweets and his extra-excellent most recent album Sonic New York.  Check him out.

Back to school

I love autumn.  And I love back to school.  And I'm sure those two things are related. Yesterday was the first day of a five-week acting class I'm taking at ESPA - the educational arm of Primary Stages.  I got really nervous - about the whole thing - and I kind of clammed up, but I left feeling like "why was I nervous about that?" which, really, is a testament to my delightful classmates and to our teacher, Andrew Leynse.  At the top of class, Andrew paid some lip service to class being a "safe space."  Even though, when the shoe is on the other foot and I am at the front of the room, I really believe in the "safe space" classroom, when he said that, I rolled my (internal) eyes a little.  "Safe until I really take a risk and you write me off as too kooky or quirky or something?"  What's got me feeling so optimistic, though, is that by the end of the class I thought "he really means it . . . and I think he might pull it off!"

Who knows how risky I will or won't have to be in the coming weeks, but I'm looking forward to learning what there is to learn from this class.  Hopefully I can learn to be a little less nervous along the way.

Shine on

Last night I went to see Patrick Thomas sing and play at Rockwood Music Hall. It was a really great gig at a really cool venue and I had a great time.  I could say a lot of things about Rockwood and drinks and acquaintances and shared experience and the community of an audience, but neither of us has all day for this.  So I'm boiling it down:

1. I recommend Patrick Thomas to those of you with ears.  Those of you with eyes and brains and hearts and feet that can tap and knees that can jig will enjoy him even more.

2. I went to the gig because Patrick is a new friend of mine and I think it's important to go out and support your friends - they feel supported and, invariably, there's some kind of surprise pay off for me when I extend myself by leaving my house to take in some art.  I'd heard his music online but I'd never seen him perform live.  It was a revelation. He shone.  It was like watching an amazing athlete perform her sport at the top of her game.  Unselfconscious, frictionless, joyful.  The whole band had it going on - everyone was in his own groove, all of them seeming to be in their own synchronized yet individualized performance reverie.  It's not that I haven't witnessed this sort of thing before - it's what being a good performer is - but it's always extra fun to watch it happen to someone you know.

3. Watching Patrick and his band last night made me start to think about all of the other great artists I know (and don't know), all over this city, quietly doing their day-to-day things 'till it's time for them to shine.  It made me think about how some day jobs let you shine more than others.  It made me excited to live in a city with so many shiny people.  It made me proud to count myself as one of the shiny ones, lucky to be part of a community of other sparkly people.

Cloakatively

Oh. My. Gosh.  I just stumbled across this Save The Words website and it is completely exciting to me: 1. It is adorably designed

2. It's all about adopting words.  When you adopt a word, it doesn't cost anything but you do have to promise to use that word more in your writing and conversations.

3. You can buy a T-Shirt with your word on it!  I declined to do this because it's a $25 T-Shirt, but I'm thinking this will be excellent for future gifting.

My word is "Cloakatively" which means "Superficially."  I figure it'll be an easy first word to work in.  The example sentence was something like "Barbara improved her appearance cloakatively with plastic surgery, but she still doesn't know how to dress."  Ouch.  I think Cloakatively and I are going ot get along.

I Pitty The Fool . . .

I know . . . I know . . . I'm only the one-zillionth person to blog about the newest Cee Lo Green song, "F**k You!" But, Friends.  I can't help myself.

This song is like a can of frosting: it's delicious and even though it's pretty much the same flavor all the way through, you kind of can't help wanting to keep eating it and eating it; it doesn't have a lot of nutritional value but it does give you an amazing sugar high that makes you wish you were capable of literally bouncing off the walls.

If loving this song is wrong . . . then I guess I'm wrong.

Here's the official video.  Enjoy!

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pc0mxOXbWIU&fs=1&hl=en_US]

Blogs that inspire (me. They inspire me. But maybe also you) . . .

Lately, there are two blogs that I am always most excited to see pop up in my Google Reader (do you know about google reader? I think it's God's gift to ME!).  They are my friend Jeffrey's Blog and my friend Mary's Blog. Jeffrey's blog, at happierman.net, really speaks to the part of me that wants to share cool things with my friends.  Jeffrey will post great videos or link to articles about innovative kitchen gadgets or micro frogs (that one obsessed me for days - such tiny frogs!) - the majority of his posts tend to be quick, energized and fun.  Then, every handful of posts he'll throw in a poem he's written, or a personal yet thoughtful response to an e-mail forward he received or something he read.  His blog is the first to make me think about pacing in a blog the way I might think about it in a novel or a play.

Mary's blog, Papergirl, has been around longer and is consistently personal and almost entirely prose.  Mary doesn't use pictures or videos - just words - and she rarely links to other things.  Mary's a writer and her blog is a place for language.  It is also a place of the occasional poem, great story-telling, humor, wisdom and humanity, all of it well-crafted and in Mary's delightful voice, with which I always enjoy visiting.  (I haven't posted links to individual entries to Mary's Blog because what you need to do is just dive in and start reading.)

Thanks, friends, for setting the bar!