| TEACHERS, TEACHERS, TEACHERS |
[Sep. 2nd, 2007|12:06 pm] |
I am doing some character study and I know from being a student, teaching today is an uphill battle. I think I have some LJ teachers out there and if so, let me know who you are. Especially teachers in city public schools.
STW
PS-what do the emoticons have to do with your emotional state. Is that what anxiety truly looks like? Silly LJ... |
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| Your Honest Feelings |
[Jul. 17th, 2007|08:48 am] |
I am making a film that takes the "gay debate" head on. It's been done before, but never in a truthful light.
What I mean is, from the films I've seen that take on the "gay debate" if it happens to be pro-gay, it makes those who disagree seem like bible crazed hatemongers and if it is anti-gay, it makes us (gays and queers) look like immoral, disease-ridden deviants, but I know there's a middle ground and I want to find it.
So to you, my friend who loves me, who loves God and yet disagrees with my orientation, I want to give you a voice.
I don't believe that all people who disagree with homosexuality hate gays and queers. I have to believe that some of the dissent is not malicious or venomous like the crazies shown on TV, so give me your two cents. I really want to know your concerns.
For instance, my mom who loves me, who's a devout Christian simply thinks my life will be more complicated and harder if I were straight instead.
What do you think?
Don't want to post publicly? Feel free to submit anonymously.
Best,
STW |
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| It's Finally Come |
[Jul. 16th, 2007|03:30 pm] |
I've wondered why I've felt to the strong need to journal the events of my life with prose and poetry. It looks like I've found my answer. More to come soon... |
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| What I'm Learning |
[Jul. 15th, 2007|05:56 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
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| | Ave Maria: The Myth of Mary | ] |
It's a journey, only a journey; there’s no end, only a start. Be kind to yourself, how you get there, but be steadfast and vigilant. |
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| 2 Things I've Learned |
[Jul. 12th, 2007|09:36 pm] |
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| | Just a Stupid Dog to Them-Nina Simone | ] |
"Playing Shakespeare-An Actpr's Guide" by John Barton is a great source of instruction for, err...playing Shakespeare. There's commentary by the likes of Judi Dench, Ben Kingsley, Ian McKellan, and Patrick Stewart (always Picard over Kirk).
Second, Tech Weeks in professional theatre are unimaginably strenuous (12 hour days) and you have to take care of yourself. I'm losing my voice because of my over-zealousness and refusal to "take it easy". Now I know and knowing is half the battle?
I should be more than fine for the opening Saturday, I just hate having to learn things I think I should already know. |
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[Jul. 7th, 2007|11:24 am] |
Getting ready to open another show and I wanted to take the opportunity to let everyone know!
"Measure for Measure" July 10-29
Shakespeare Theatre of New Jersey-Madison, NJ
Reservations 973-408-5600
http://www.shakespearenj.org/
The show times are kinda wonky, but be sure to check out the site.
The cast is chalked full of Broadway veterans (A Chorus Line, Coast of Utopia, and Two Trains Running).
And yours truly is featured in black leather pants and knee-high boots (I swear it wasn't my idea).
This pics has nothing to do with the show, I am just missing Blue Jacket right now |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 1st, 2007|11:02 am] |
It is the morning before my execution and I can’t sleep. The night before, I had tried to, but visions of my death haunted me. It’s a reoccurring dream, I am being led by the Provost and Abhorson to the hanging block. Provost wakes me from a sleep and said simply, “It’s time”.
I can’t keep from shaking, I am trying my best to be brave but I can’t muster it. I sob quietly to myself “…yeah though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…” as he binds my wrist, it’s tight and the rope burns. My fingertips grow blue. Death has become real and I can’t handle it. They lead me out of my cell. The 4 x 6 box I had spent hours memorizing: every water-stained crack, every hole in the wall. None of us speak as they lead me out of the dudgeon into town-square.
The sun is out and I squint because it has been days since I’ve seen the sun. My tears now are of its beauty. My throat is dry and my brow wet. My feet don’t want to work, but I will them to obey, to be strong. The minister tries to comfort me, his mouth is moving but I can’t hear his voice, suddenly the world around me is mute.
There is a salty taste in the back of my throat, my stomach constricts trying to vomit, but I can only dry-heave. I see the prayers on my sister’s lips begging for a last minute reprieve. The rest of the crowd is silent. I want a hug as I climb the steps to my end. They place the noose over my neck and I continue to cry. The hangman is heavy, it itches my neck. A fly lands on my arm and in the distance a horse nays. I see Angelo standing below with a satisfied smirk on his face. His hypocrisy makes me angry.
My walk from my cell to the block has taken hours in my mind, but only moments have passed. I am afraid of the pain; I don’t want to hurt. I am ashamed that my life is ending this way and I have brought shame to my sister. I am afraid of death because I am going to hell. I look at the sky trying to find comfort and I hear a click, the moan of wood and then a flash. I am weightless, there’s a pinch about my throat. I taste metal and suddenly my feet are cold. As usual, my body follows my feet and grows stiff, too.
All is dark. I try to scream but nothing comes out. I try to free my hands but I can’t move. I hear something. I can’t make out the sound, but it is growing louder, I am slowly moving towards it. A shaft of golden light pierces the darkness around me and I am beginning to sweat. My hands work and I begin to grope at the walls around me, but I can’t stop myself from floating forward. The moans are louder now, I can make out individual voices and it scares me. I hear agony, pain.
I finally come to a thrust about 15 feet long, jetting out from the tunnel behind me. The entrance behind me seals and I walk to the end of the ledge. I look out and about 35 feet below I see the bodies the voices belong to. I see people floating in the pool of fire, they can’t free themselves. They look up to me screaming for me to help them. I want to. They are floating in a pool of lava, but never becoming consumed by the fire.
The thrust beneath me begins to pull back into the wall behind me; it’s slowly getting smaller and smaller. I run to the back of the ledge trying to keep the wall at bay, to stop the thrust from receding into the wall, but I can’t. I push and I push, my feet slide beneath the dirt. The voices are getting louder, I am sweating, there are tears in my eyes and in my mouth. I am afraid, it’s dark and hot; over the voices below I hear a scream full of fear and terror, it is my own. The thrust recedes completely into the wall and I begin to fall and as I plunge into the fire, I wake up soaked in tears and sweat. |
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| The Tony's Tonight |
[Jun. 10th, 2007|12:41 pm] |
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The 61st Annual Tony Awards are tonight. I feel inspired. It's a celebration of excellence in theatre and I want to be a part of that. I will. I will continue to work. I will push myself harder. I will be open and fearless. My art, my life. |
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