Oh man Oh man.. Life is so.. lifey.
And that wisestupid little tidbit is to YOU YOU YOU! As you make my life super happy. I am truly blessed to share words and space with some damned awesome people. Holy crap. Thank you. :)
Funny day. :) Passed out HUGE bracelets at the Uptown Market (Taj and I told only one story, about a cairn terrier named.. oh crap. There was a black lab named Saul *heh* and the cairn terrier looked like Toto.. oh man! It was a sweet name.. The story we told was about him, and his way with "the ladies". Otherwise, we played on our pretend ukeleles and talked to Uptowners.. People were nice and seemed genuinely excited about a new theater opening up mere blocks from where we were playing our air-keleles. .. air-keleles? yes. Yea!)
We then ate a tofu dog, and raced away to Fringe.
Probably my favorite "Story Time Time Bomb" today - - right feel, right silliness. So good. (and Butch played us some Led Zeppelin, and I got to scream like Robert Plant in "Immigrants Song" - - which might be the most fun thing to do ever. No wonder Robert Plant did it so much.)
And then to see "Spin", which I will talk about (as it was so damned good), but I have to put on a dress.
Pleaseplease have an awesome night. There was more to this day, but this is what's important. You rule.
Onward. :)
P.S. Note! Lemons have been scraped, cherries have been doused. In 3-6 months, basil limoncello and cherry whiskey manhattans will flow! You're invited. If I'm on the ball, there will also be pickled eggs. We will feast like old men! Win.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Yoga and cooking and red wine
If I can do all three of these in a day, it's a win. A total win. Today was a very lucky day.. Hey look - - THEATER!
Did a show. Yea! THEATER!
And then saw the beautiful and excellent Uncle Shelby's Traveling Treasure Trunk - - I will write this in a Fringe review, but goddamn - - these men, this Jonathan Goldberg & Dan Moyer, write how I want to write and what I want to see. Absolutely lovely performances too. Plus - - ACTORS! If you are looking for quirk-tastic and emotionally driven monologues, look no further. This show made me so happy.
And then, onto MORE THEATER!! Mark Shyzer in "Fishbowl" - - I will also say this in a Fringe review, but Mark Shyzer is the handsome, immensely talented version of Plastic Man. (not that Plastic Man wasn't talented, just.. this guy..) Truly lovely show.
It was right before "Fishbowl" that I counted the number of shows I've seen so far - - 15. Not bad. I'm performing in 18. ..I AM FRINGING THE FRINGEY FRINGE!
(This, however, is nothing to the 33 show Fringe of ought 'seven, where Joe, Tim and myself performed in 31 shows each. I think I might have beat them out by playing in a couple of "An Intimate Evening with Mike Fotis"-es, moving my total up to 33. We were Fringe zombies. Hard and fun.)
Also, I'm not seeing everything I want to - - friends keep selling out, timing doesn't work.. This is a very good year, friends.
And then, over the next two days, only five more performances (and hopefully seeing at least a couple other shows), a week of teaching the last of the little-kid-theater-stuff, and then summer is done.. in my brain. This was the summer of work, and I was lucky to do so. But also a summer of fun. I need to stop referring to this present time in the past - - there's even a week left. I'm getting ahead of myself.
Life has parced itself up into one hour segments. Fringe show - one hour. Voice lesson - one hour. Yoga class - one hour. One scheduled hour, with a half hour on either side for good measure. I don't mind this at all, except wondering if my attention span has adjusted accordingly. Movies are again beyond my pervue.
I'm really tired.
Onward.
P.S. You know what sounds kind of good and dumb - - the State Fair. It sounds really stupid, and really.. okay. There's a bag of minidonuts is waiting for me, along with the placental cuteness of the "Miracle of Life" booth. What will happen??
Did a show. Yea! THEATER!
And then saw the beautiful and excellent Uncle Shelby's Traveling Treasure Trunk - - I will write this in a Fringe review, but goddamn - - these men, this Jonathan Goldberg & Dan Moyer, write how I want to write and what I want to see. Absolutely lovely performances too. Plus - - ACTORS! If you are looking for quirk-tastic and emotionally driven monologues, look no further. This show made me so happy.
And then, onto MORE THEATER!! Mark Shyzer in "Fishbowl" - - I will also say this in a Fringe review, but Mark Shyzer is the handsome, immensely talented version of Plastic Man. (not that Plastic Man wasn't talented, just.. this guy..) Truly lovely show. It was right before "Fishbowl" that I counted the number of shows I've seen so far - - 15. Not bad. I'm performing in 18. ..I AM FRINGING THE FRINGEY FRINGE!
(This, however, is nothing to the 33 show Fringe of ought 'seven, where Joe, Tim and myself performed in 31 shows each. I think I might have beat them out by playing in a couple of "An Intimate Evening with Mike Fotis"-es, moving my total up to 33. We were Fringe zombies. Hard and fun.)
Also, I'm not seeing everything I want to - - friends keep selling out, timing doesn't work.. This is a very good year, friends.
And then, over the next two days, only five more performances (and hopefully seeing at least a couple other shows), a week of teaching the last of the little-kid-theater-stuff, and then summer is done.. in my brain. This was the summer of work, and I was lucky to do so. But also a summer of fun. I need to stop referring to this present time in the past - - there's even a week left. I'm getting ahead of myself.
Life has parced itself up into one hour segments. Fringe show - one hour. Voice lesson - one hour. Yoga class - one hour. One scheduled hour, with a half hour on either side for good measure. I don't mind this at all, except wondering if my attention span has adjusted accordingly. Movies are again beyond my pervue.
I'm really tired.
Onward.
P.S. You know what sounds kind of good and dumb - - the State Fair. It sounds really stupid, and really.. okay. There's a bag of minidonuts is waiting for me, along with the placental cuteness of the "Miracle of Life" booth. What will happen??
Friday, August 13, 2010
Fringe
How you can check and see if you are truly "Fringing":
a) Your sleep schedule is off. If you see a 10 p.m. show, you're not going to be able to sleep until at least 1 a.m.. And if you end up going to Bedlam after said 10 p.m., you're screwed. And generally speaking, happily so.
b) You wonder why you're tired, and realize that this is your 2nd to 3rd 14 hour day in a row.
c) You've danced like a hippie at least once. And again, happily so.
d) You can't leave the house without wallet, keys, fringe button.
e) You get comfy with the idea that all we do in Minneapolis is make and see art. All of our lives, all of our schedules and play time and relationships circle around making and seeing art.
There is life and wonderful people outside of this condensed, magnetized situation, an it's good to remember this while in the middle of the brawl.
But it's been lovely. So lucky, so much goodness.
I accidently saw some dance tonight. I wanted to see Spin, and thought it was at the Southern (without, you know, checking the postcard or web or anything... Assuming they had set the wrong program out in the lobby. I am an idiot, at times). Instead, I saw dance. agh! I learned:
a) There's some pretty good music in this modern dance stuff.
b) According to Mr. Munger, dancers are currently in discussion as to what exactly qualifies as their art form. What is dance? What isn't? Therefore, what's good, what's derivitive and what's not? I certainly don't know, and it sounds like they're, as a community, discussing such. Neat! I can't tell you what's good or bad (I have little reference), but I can tell you when I was engaged, when I wasn't, and when it was fun.
c) I have decided, for my own purposes, that dance is a physical meditation on a subject, story, theme, idea or song. A meditation, like walking a labrynith. Not necessarily a narrative, but reflections and interpretations told through action or non-action. That's all I've got.
d) I was trying to create an acting/improv/clowning/mime/dance spectrum in my head, but it's a double rainbow all the way. It's just not that clean of a breakdown.
e) That's a 3 week old reference. You're welcome. :)
f) I love it when dancers make eye contact.
g) I love it when dancers smile. Cause then it looks fun. I want a black leotard too!
h) John Munger's phrase "athletic and artsy" makes me so happy. Two things, that can be somewhat opposite in many minds. Again, neat. :)
i) Casebolt and Smith are damned inspirational. They don't set off to be. They just are. We are lucky.
Whew. Also, 'thought we had a good "Quest" tonight. We are nerds, friends.
Happy Fringing!
I'm really tired.
Onward.
a) Your sleep schedule is off. If you see a 10 p.m. show, you're not going to be able to sleep until at least 1 a.m.. And if you end up going to Bedlam after said 10 p.m., you're screwed. And generally speaking, happily so.
b) You wonder why you're tired, and realize that this is your 2nd to 3rd 14 hour day in a row.
c) You've danced like a hippie at least once. And again, happily so.
d) You can't leave the house without wallet, keys, fringe button.
e) You get comfy with the idea that all we do in Minneapolis is make and see art. All of our lives, all of our schedules and play time and relationships circle around making and seeing art.
There is life and wonderful people outside of this condensed, magnetized situation, an it's good to remember this while in the middle of the brawl.
But it's been lovely. So lucky, so much goodness.
I accidently saw some dance tonight. I wanted to see Spin, and thought it was at the Southern (without, you know, checking the postcard or web or anything... Assuming they had set the wrong program out in the lobby. I am an idiot, at times). Instead, I saw dance. agh! I learned:
a) There's some pretty good music in this modern dance stuff.
b) According to Mr. Munger, dancers are currently in discussion as to what exactly qualifies as their art form. What is dance? What isn't? Therefore, what's good, what's derivitive and what's not? I certainly don't know, and it sounds like they're, as a community, discussing such. Neat! I can't tell you what's good or bad (I have little reference), but I can tell you when I was engaged, when I wasn't, and when it was fun.
c) I have decided, for my own purposes, that dance is a physical meditation on a subject, story, theme, idea or song. A meditation, like walking a labrynith. Not necessarily a narrative, but reflections and interpretations told through action or non-action. That's all I've got.
d) I was trying to create an acting/improv/clowning/mime/dance spectrum in my head, but it's a double rainbow all the way. It's just not that clean of a breakdown.
e) That's a 3 week old reference. You're welcome. :)
f) I love it when dancers make eye contact.
g) I love it when dancers smile. Cause then it looks fun. I want a black leotard too!
h) John Munger's phrase "athletic and artsy" makes me so happy. Two things, that can be somewhat opposite in many minds. Again, neat. :)
i) Casebolt and Smith are damned inspirational. They don't set off to be. They just are. We are lucky.
Whew. Also, 'thought we had a good "Quest" tonight. We are nerds, friends.
Happy Fringing!
I'm really tired.
Onward.
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