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don't give me that ethical shit
Nov. 7th, 2004 02:22 pmAn update.
As far as the election goes, I have one thing to say: http://sorryeverybody.com
(or possibly: http://www.marryanamerican.ca)
We're in a lot of trouble with this one. Everything Bush has wanted to do and has had to put off for fear of alienating voters has a green light. The mandatory draft, the horrible discrimination against gays, the blatant sodmozing of the enviroment, and more all have green lights. I am going to give the country a year, during which time I will do what I can to fight the regression of our country. If at that point it all seems hopeless... well, there's Canada or London or the Philippines. I think in a year it will be pretty apparent what the future of the country will be - bleak or hopeful.
Aside from that slightly-more-than-minor setback....
I've been making progress with my character in Behind Closed Doors. Or I think I have. Some days it fits really well, and others I just can't nail it down at all. That's the most frusturating part, the inconsistency. If I was consistantly fucking it up, then I'd be able to work solidly on one part, but getting it sometimes and not others is confusing since I don't really know what I do to make it work. My most serious problem has been physicality - apparently I have a very distinctive walk (why doesn't anyone tell me stuff like this? Jesse said she could pick me out across campus from it and I've only known her for a few weeks, so I asked Morg and he agreed without hesitation) and beating that into submission is proving really difficult. And when I'm not moving like the character, it's harder to get into the mindset and hence do a good job. Meh. There will be time. We're not off book yet, which I think will be a big help.
I'm getting swamped with work, since much of my time is spent at rehearsal or (until a few days ago) light crew or (until I got temporarily suspended for not going to IRT) Patrol. There's a lot of reading to be done, a few short things to be written, and for Voice the selection of a piece of epic poetry. I'm going to try and combine a section of All Day Permanent Red with a piece by Sage Francis called "How To Write A Political Poem," which would be intense if I could figure out exactly how. There's a Saul Williams poem, "Gypsy Girl" that could be considered epic/narrative, but I've been told that if I want to do a slam poem it's going to have to be accompanied by a Christopher Lourde, so... who knows.
( An Example of The Sage )
*gets dressed*
This weekend was weird. Friday: sloshed at Alan's, went to the Mug, and had a week of no antidepressants crash down on me like a ton of bricks, which rather tainted the rest of the weekend until last night when I found the missing bottle under the radiator (don't ask), and even then it took a while to get back on my feet. Had a relatively quiet night with Morgan, killing people in Dynasty Warriors, looking for some people and finding Lauren, hanging out and discussing tactics (we are theoretically an unstoppable trio), going back to the Mug (yech) and then the Deli and this movie called Merlin in Morgan's room until something like 6AM. We thought up a new song, to be called "Guinevere" - it will be a classic three-chord punk song, focusing on the lines "Don't Fuck Lancelot!" Morgan has worked out a few tentative lines:
When Arthur looks for the Holy Grail,
Lancelot's got someone to nail.
Shit goes down and all for naught
Then Guinevere fucks Lancelot!
It should be awesome.
I'm out. Food. Reading. Attempting to chill out. Yeahh.
Have you ever needed an ounce of love
And all you got was a whole lot of fucked?
As far as the election goes, I have one thing to say: http://sorryeverybody.com
(or possibly: http://www.marryanamerican.ca)
We're in a lot of trouble with this one. Everything Bush has wanted to do and has had to put off for fear of alienating voters has a green light. The mandatory draft, the horrible discrimination against gays, the blatant sodmozing of the enviroment, and more all have green lights. I am going to give the country a year, during which time I will do what I can to fight the regression of our country. If at that point it all seems hopeless... well, there's Canada or London or the Philippines. I think in a year it will be pretty apparent what the future of the country will be - bleak or hopeful.
Aside from that slightly-more-than-minor setback....
I've been making progress with my character in Behind Closed Doors. Or I think I have. Some days it fits really well, and others I just can't nail it down at all. That's the most frusturating part, the inconsistency. If I was consistantly fucking it up, then I'd be able to work solidly on one part, but getting it sometimes and not others is confusing since I don't really know what I do to make it work. My most serious problem has been physicality - apparently I have a very distinctive walk (why doesn't anyone tell me stuff like this? Jesse said she could pick me out across campus from it and I've only known her for a few weeks, so I asked Morg and he agreed without hesitation) and beating that into submission is proving really difficult. And when I'm not moving like the character, it's harder to get into the mindset and hence do a good job. Meh. There will be time. We're not off book yet, which I think will be a big help.
I'm getting swamped with work, since much of my time is spent at rehearsal or (until a few days ago) light crew or (until I got temporarily suspended for not going to IRT) Patrol. There's a lot of reading to be done, a few short things to be written, and for Voice the selection of a piece of epic poetry. I'm going to try and combine a section of All Day Permanent Red with a piece by Sage Francis called "How To Write A Political Poem," which would be intense if I could figure out exactly how. There's a Saul Williams poem, "Gypsy Girl" that could be considered epic/narrative, but I've been told that if I want to do a slam poem it's going to have to be accompanied by a Christopher Lourde, so... who knows.
( An Example of The Sage )
*gets dressed*
This weekend was weird. Friday: sloshed at Alan's, went to the Mug, and had a week of no antidepressants crash down on me like a ton of bricks, which rather tainted the rest of the weekend until last night when I found the missing bottle under the radiator (don't ask), and even then it took a while to get back on my feet. Had a relatively quiet night with Morgan, killing people in Dynasty Warriors, looking for some people and finding Lauren, hanging out and discussing tactics (we are theoretically an unstoppable trio), going back to the Mug (yech) and then the Deli and this movie called Merlin in Morgan's room until something like 6AM. We thought up a new song, to be called "Guinevere" - it will be a classic three-chord punk song, focusing on the lines "Don't Fuck Lancelot!" Morgan has worked out a few tentative lines:
Lancelot's got someone to nail.
Shit goes down and all for naught
Then Guinevere fucks Lancelot!
It should be awesome.
I'm out. Food. Reading. Attempting to chill out. Yeahh.
Have you ever needed an ounce of love
And all you got was a whole lot of fucked?
