Saturday, August 23, 2008

Things I've Been Doing

There are a bunch of things that have not made their way into the blog this month, so I'm smooshing them all together here in this post.

1.  IPod
I've been really into using my IPod to its fullest potential.  
Audiobooks:  Kate has been listening to actual books and novels while at work, but I have been getting Shakespeare plays I haven't yet read.  Shakespeare (depending on how picky you are about acting) is tailor-made for headphones.  If what you want is to hear the words, baby, you got 'em.  Richard Burton's Hamlet I bought for pleasure and found it to be very engaging, so I thought I'd brush up on the rest of the canon--whatever I'd never seen live before.  Julius Caesar, for example, is awesome and the one I downloaded from ITunes had a really great cast (some of the recordings have casts that are sucky).  Some others on the list to get are Macbeth and Pericles.  

Voice Memos:  While working with Mark Sitko on prepping Van Cougar, it came to my attention that the ITalk (which is a tiny dictaphone that unobtrusively attaches to the USB port) is an incredible tool for actors.  I've been using it to memorize lines and try my hand at voice-over technique.  You know, like Rosewitha or Shikoku.  The ITalk is by Griffin, but they're a little harder to find.  There's another model by Bose that's more popular but it has speakers jutting out of it on either side that look like buboes on a plague victim.  Not sexy or discreet.  If you get the ITalk, check its compatibility since on mine I have to select record from an onscreen menu instead of just pushing the big button in the center.  That's pretty upsetting because what I want to do is push a big button if it's right there in front of me, you know?

Podcasts:  There's a Comic News Insider podcast floating around out there from Men of Steel and Fight Girl which I was a guest on, and that got me started on a bunch of cool podcasts that I listen to everyday (although they're a day behind).   The one I'm really into right now is The Rachel Maddow Show.  She's smart and funny and translates a lot of political obfuscation into concise, biting clarity.  Nine Inch Nails also has a pretty revolutionary podcast where users can take the source material, remix it on Garageband, and then put it up their own versions.  It's called remixnin and the podcasts are the various songs themselves.  It's a great way around having to pay for them individually as songs on ITunes (which is what they would do if they could--"Fuck the pigs!").  Brilliant.  You can also do video podcasts like Meet the Press and Countdown, but that shit tires me out.  Also the screen is so small, it's almost not even worth it.

Videos:  Again, rarely is it that great to watch something on such a small screen (especially difficult on the subway).  I have been watching a lot of pilots that can be found on the "Free on ITunes" section of the store, though.  One of the shows I thought would be awesome was Man vs. Wild with Bear Grylls, but he seems to be in the mountains too much for me.  More Jungle!  Unfortunately a lot of the pilots are bad which is why they're free.  Actually, the Primeval pilot was pretty good for killing half an hour.

So good, there's the IPod section.  On to:

2.  Theatre
Summer and Smoke at Theatre Row:  My friend Tlaloc Rivas is directing this and has got one of the best performances I've seen this year in Mary Sheridan's Alma.  I have told everyone who will listen that I have never liked Tennessee Williams, and this is the show that has turned me around.  A spare, physical, beautifully designed show that highlights the text and the relationships--which is right up my alley as an audience member.  And my friend Harry Barandes is in it as a loveable loser, too.  Drink some coffee beforehand and bring a sweater.  It's really cold in there.

Self-Portrait as Schiele in the Fringe Festival:  Gerritt Turner directed Mark Lindberg's play about a painter haunted by Austrian young-girl-portraitist Egon Schiele.  It's closed now, but it had some really penetrating insights into the nature of art and sexuality and the transmission of knowledge.  I've been thinking a lot lately about what can be taken away from seeing plays,  and sometimes a line will stick out and stay with you for days (now weeks).  One from this show was something like:  "Just because you depict death does not make you master of it."  

A Day in Dig Nation at P.S.122:  You could see this show and appreciate it for the sheer discipline it took Michael McQuilken to perform it.  But again, it's deeper and more profound than it appears behind its bells and whistles of projected scenery and mise en scene.  It's performed by McQuilken solo as he navigates a surreal day-dream life accompanied by voice actors who play a host of other characters.  The voice over talent is incredible in this show, and may not have been matched or used so effectively in my past experience.  It's all foley sound-work like Dogville where you see the actor's hand mime opening an invisible door and from the speakers you hear the sound.  Well, here all the sounds dictate the actors's movements and it's pretty amazing to witness live.  The deepness I mentioned above comes from experiencing some no-shit human condition at work in comical but loaded scenes--like in the bunker with the radio.  I can't say more until you see it, but sometimes you see something and you say, "By god, there is something that is a fundamental truth of life."  Seriously.  That particular scene is pretty bleak, but the ending of the show leaves you with some real hope for human compassion and potential.  Great things lie in all of us, no matter what has come before.  The future is completely ours to make for ourselves and that is crazy to think possible.  Especially with November looming.  As Omar might say, "You feel me?"  There's also singing and dancing and multiple conceptual set-pieces that dazzle.

3. Cooking
Kate and I are cooking up a blizzard of rice at our little apartment, and everything that can go on top of it we throwing on it and then serving it up for dinner or putting into containers to take in with us for lunch.  Now, I have never liked cooking.  However, in this day and age it has become a monetary necessity.  It has its good points.  It's pretty fun as activities go (until you're done eating and you see the dishes in the sink), you get to chop and dice out your aggressions, and we play music and have drinks while we do it.  (Not drinks like Donna Reed martinis for Mr. Stone when he gets home from work drinks, but fun, youthful-abandon drinks like Rum and Coke or margaritas.)  Plus, it's healthier and cheaper than going out.  And considering I only ate things that were crispy and brown before this that's saying a lot. 

4.  Finances
I know shit about money, but I'm working on it.  I kind of knew going into it that acting and theatre were not about the glamour but the work... but can't a guy have nice things?  Can't he pay his bills and think about retirement?  This guys is.  My job offers matching on their 401k, and I should have been putting in there since I started and now have to catch up.  I'm getting on top of my bills, my debt and my spending habits (with Kate's enormous help and encouragement) and that is tangible power.  I recommend it to anyone who is an artist and hates numbers or anyone who has sought out being poor for the cred or anyone who has somehow found themselves paying off the interest instead of the principal.  I'm not home-free, but I'm getting out from under it just like the rest of the country.  I can see a distant light!

Stay tuned cause I'm drafting a post that will cure American politics.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

SWAT Team


I wrote a post about my love/hate relationship with TV work that I have now erased because it was, upon reflection, too bilious.  Kate tells me that unless I change my attitude about money (it's the root of all evil) I will subconsciously avoid having it and do things to prevent it from entering my life.  By extension, my hard feelings about the sitting around on commercial sets and the impersonal nature of the work and the feeling like an automaton and the lack of dignity can easily influence (subconsciously, according to her and some unnamed theorists) my actions, and can prevent me from actually being successful in the work itself.  One, so that I avoid having money, and two, so that I avoid the drudgery that most of that work consists of.  

This state of affairs cannot be; so I am turning it all around.  I am going to try to open my heart to the idea of being a rich fart who actually does some good with the money he makes in this world and consider the drudgery as a part of the whole process.  Because, as the man said, baby needs a new pair of shoes.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Music Make You Lose Kontroll




Hungarian filmmaker Nimrod (Neem-Rode) Antal's movie Kontroll is one of my favorites. When I was getting my haircut I was asked what my favorite movies were and so many came to mind that none of them came out of my mouth--that feeling that as soon as you're called upon to opine on something on which you're expert, you totally choke. But now, in the aftermath, I can with a cool head say that Kontroll is totally up there.



I made Kate put it in her queue (we watched it the other night) and again I was struck by how beautiful and gritty and visually unconventional it was. The writing is top, the characterizations hilarious and human, and it was shot entirely underground in the Budapest subway system. The story just never stops rolling.

That's it. (Aside from the fact that every time I brought it up with her, Kate would sing, "Music make you lose Kon-troll," in a German accent.)

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Lightsaber Movies

If there were more hours in the day I would totally be out there doing projects like this and would be proud to join the legions of Star Wars fans who make these incredible videos.  These are my absolute favorites and I stayed up till 3am watching a lot of them.  They're humorous, inventive, and technically proficient. . . and made with love.

Behold!  


CONCRETE HUSTLE



RYAN vs. DORKMAN


The sequel: RvD2




THE WINNING ENTRY of LCC 4

Monday, July 21, 2008

IT Award Nominations



Well, It's official: I am a nominee for two Innovative Theatre Awards!


The entire cast of Fight Girl was nominated for Best Ensemble, and I was personally nominated for Best Actor in a Featured Role. The ceremony was tonight and a lot of awesome downtown off-off companies were there, including Kelly and Jason from Flux, the gang from Nosedive, and many, many more.



Our show had seven total nominations, we had nine people in the cast (plus a load of friends), and every time they called our names we shouted our hearts out. It was awesome to be in such good company and to reunite with such a great group of artists. The IT Awards Ceremony will be in September when we find out the winners. It's a good crop, so tensions are high...



Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Sweet, Sweet Fourth of July (or, That Blueberry Pie Was Amazing)



In a book I read in college, a writer has a recurring dream that publishers shout, "Hats off, gentlemen! Hat's off!" after finishing his manuscript. I really love this phrase as a universal salute to people who do an excellent job at something.

Well, my hat is off to Elizabeth Marks.
Thanks to her, Kate and I were well-fed and treated like royalty over the Fourth of July weekend. I have never seen such concerted efforts to make an event special. She went shopping for three days getting the food. She coordinated our travel and accomodations. She got us (once successfully and once not so much) seats at the famed Berkshire landmark Jacob's Pillow (Or just, "The Pillow", egh. Formerly, Ted Shawn and his Men Dancers, a name we took endless delight in repeating to ourselves later in the car). It was truly amazing. The thoughtful activities just kept on coming and we delighted in them all.




Among the highlights were picnicing with Kate's aunts and uncles, rowing in a halting, self-defeating fashion across Big Bowman Pond in Taborton, making a fire pit in the driveway that roared all night, and eating the best lunch ever at Jiminy Peak. The Alpine Slide was pretty good, too, although Kate takes the cake for doing an unprecedented triple-flip on the bungie-assisted trampoline...

Kate and I had a wonderful time and we cannot wait to go back. 

Thanks, Wizzawee!

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

New Old Pictures

Since I'm still new to this format and what blogger can do, I've arranged these pics I just got off our camera into a very un-sexy one-after-the-other scroll down event.  I've captioned them, though.  Enjoy!

Kate in the subway at Bedford Ave.  I love it where we live but if you ever look closely at this station (service interruptions aside), it's simply filthy.  On the Brooklyn-Bound side especially the tiles are horribly discolored and grimy from a perpetual leak of sludge coming from the ceiling.  It's almost laughably gross.  It's like being in that Jennifer Connelly movie Dark Water, where the stuff running down the walls is supernatural and malevolent.  There's usually a busker down there playing music too, though, so that mitigates it a little bit.  A little bit.  

Kate and I at one of our favorite restaurants, SEA on North 6th.  Lena came to visit and took this at dinner.  They have this awesome pool in the center that floats a boat of flowers around with a giant peaceful Buddha presiding over it all.  I am not a foodie, but I do love me some Pattaya Noodle there.  Like you start getting ready to leave the house early when you know you're going there, love it.  I'm also sporting the beard I wore in Vonderly here.  I don't know why I didn't just shave that sucker immediately after the last curtain but some guys have that thing where they don't grow facial hair easily (that took me all of rehearsal and the run to grow, and still seems a little thin to me) and so when do grow it out, they relish the new experience.  That's mostly high school dudes with moustaches who do that, now that I think about it, but I was totally in that phase...

My dad and sister at our hotel for Kai and Brad's wedding.  After the ceremony and reception ended we came back here and took a ton of flash photography on the interior balcony.  It was somewhere around midnight.  Since all the rooms faced inwards, the flashes from the camera lit up the entire place and went into people's rooms.  Anyone who was downstairs in the bar or looking out their window or walking to the room was temporarily blinded.  And we took a lot.  Most of these pics are from that midnight session.  I developed a little complex about it at the time, thinking mnanagement was going to see what all the fuss was about, but it turned out okay.  Great story, right?
This is my Dad lounging like a kingpin at the hot tub in the hotel.  We stormed the pool area after documenting ourselves in our dress-up clothes on the balcony.  Most of us put our feet in, but he didn't.  He just sat there taking it all in.  Exactly like this.
This is my Mom.  I'm on the right side of this picture but I happened to have a big sty on my eye just in time for the wedding so I cropped myself out of this one.  Trust me, it's for the best.  I control the content around here!    We had an awesome time at the wedding; there's a picture of the five of us the wedding photographer took that's on the fridge at home right now that speaks volumes about our time there.