Blasted bloody ass-hat sniffling cold. Stupid cold's been with me a week - why won't it go away?? 
Just finished cooking (and eating) another tasty dinner. Tonight was whole wheat rigatoni with a basic tomato & basil sauce into which I mixed in some baby 'bella mushrooms and some chicken and apple sausage. Tasty.
Anyways. Last night was much more interesting. My buddy's band has been in residency at Arlene's Grocery in the LES here in New York. Last night was their last show there (though they have a few more coming up in Feb at other venues) so I grabbed a camera and headed down. Here's a select few shots from the evening...






It was a great show and fun to shoot. Though perhaps not the best lighting I've ever seen at a concert...
Anyways. Last night was much more interesting. My buddy's band has been in residency at Arlene's Grocery in the LES here in New York. Last night was their last show there (though they have a few more coming up in Feb at other venues) so I grabbed a camera and headed down. Here's a select few shots from the evening...



It was a great show and fun to shoot. Though perhaps not the best lighting I've ever seen at a concert...
I cooked myself dinner tonight! Very rare occurrence.
AND I've managed two blog updates within a week of each other...we'll see how long this trend lasts.
Bwahahaha. I suck at blogging. After seeing that my last post was Jan 23rd...2010...I considered waiting until the 23rd to make my triumphant 2-year return! To a blog post that probably no one will read 
Short version - I went on tour with a piece of musical theater for 2 years. Now, I'm back, living in Brooklyn, and getting back into the swing of NYC and the theater scene here. It's great to be back in the city.
New Years Resolutions:
- Better about my online life/presence - this means more SG interaction, get my Sound Design website up and running, and create an online portfolio for my photography.
- Speaking of photography, take it more serious. Spend more time. Think actively about shoots and projects, don't be solely a "reactionary photographer" ("oh, that's pretty, I should take a picture") Not that there's anything wrong with that, I love roaming with a camera, but I want to be more creative, exert more control over my photos.
- Go to one concert/show/gallery every month. Bare minimum. There's too much going on in this city NOT to spend a few nights a month out seeing art.
All this wraps into my wanting to spend 2012 as a more intentional person. Have directive, take on the world, enjoy life!
Short version - I went on tour with a piece of musical theater for 2 years. Now, I'm back, living in Brooklyn, and getting back into the swing of NYC and the theater scene here. It's great to be back in the city.
New Years Resolutions:
- Better about my online life/presence - this means more SG interaction, get my Sound Design website up and running, and create an online portfolio for my photography.
- Speaking of photography, take it more serious. Spend more time. Think actively about shoots and projects, don't be solely a "reactionary photographer" ("oh, that's pretty, I should take a picture") Not that there's anything wrong with that, I love roaming with a camera, but I want to be more creative, exert more control over my photos.
- Go to one concert/show/gallery every month. Bare minimum. There's too much going on in this city NOT to spend a few nights a month out seeing art.
All this wraps into my wanting to spend 2012 as a more intentional person. Have directive, take on the world, enjoy life!
Aight, once again, it's been too long.
I leave for tour on Friday...
I've also started a blog, I'm trying to write in it every day... So far, I'm doing alright, actually! The blog!
It's me and a Nickelodeon kids tour for...6 months? 9? 12? ...15?
I leave for tour on Friday...
I've also started a blog, I'm trying to write in it every day... So far, I'm doing alright, actually! The blog!
It's me and a Nickelodeon kids tour for...6 months? 9? 12? ...15?
Back in Philly for a few days, staying at the parents place.
It's funny to see my old room, still covered in posters: Fight Club, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Beatles, old Absolut ads. Good times.
Just ate entirely too much food. There are some pics here: Dinner... and here's desert!
Thank god my dad can cook...because I sure can't. And also a good thing that my mom can bake a pie because, once again, I'm useless in that department.
So I took a job on a tour - Nickelodeon Storytime Adventure - which will be...interesting. 5 months on the road. I think it'll be good to get out of NYC for a while. Hopefully clear my head a little on the "lack of girlfriend" and the "it sucks to be single" front. Also, perhaps on the "you're a crazy asshole" front, though I fear I'm stuck with that last one for life.
Ah well, definitely ate a lot this evening, might be time for a nice, long sleep...It's so nice to be work-free for a few days. Well, not work-FREE, but at least being able to almost take a full few days off....there's always SOMEthing that needs to be emailed about....whatever, no one who reads this cares about that.
g'night, SG
It's funny to see my old room, still covered in posters: Fight Club, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Beatles, old Absolut ads. Good times.
Just ate entirely too much food. There are some pics here: Dinner... and here's desert!
Thank god my dad can cook...because I sure can't. And also a good thing that my mom can bake a pie because, once again, I'm useless in that department.
So I took a job on a tour - Nickelodeon Storytime Adventure - which will be...interesting. 5 months on the road. I think it'll be good to get out of NYC for a while. Hopefully clear my head a little on the "lack of girlfriend" and the "it sucks to be single" front. Also, perhaps on the "you're a crazy asshole" front, though I fear I'm stuck with that last one for life.
Ah well, definitely ate a lot this evening, might be time for a nice, long sleep...It's so nice to be work-free for a few days. Well, not work-FREE, but at least being able to almost take a full few days off....there's always SOMEthing that needs to be emailed about....whatever, no one who reads this cares about that.
g'night, SG
What is it about the human condition that makes people feel lonely? Is it the fact that we all pretend not to be unhappy, and so, from the outside, it appears that everyone else is happy but you? A "grass is always greener" type effect?
Well, whatever it is, it sucks.
I have nothing to complain about, my work is going great. I will have worked on, in a major capacity, three Broadway shows in one year. For someone my age, that's awesome. I cannot even think how lucky I am to be where I am...
...but I'm still unhappy. Not "I want more" unhappy...just....unfullfilled. Perhaps it's the string of girls with boyfriends that "oh, if only I'd met you earlier". Awesome....thanks. And all the other friends saying "you deserve so much better". Well fuck that, I don't want "better", I want HER!
Sigh.
Why do I only write negative emotions here? I'm only really driven to write when I'm upset...When I'm happy (well, A: when I'm happy I'm usually working, so I can't just open up SG) I guess the desire to express it isn't there. It's more of a "catch it all up and enjoy it"
Whereas, when I'm feeling down, it's a reaching out. Perhaps not actively, but perhaps it's the same idea as Missed Connections on Craigslist...like casting out a long line and hoping for a bite. I'm no fisherman, but I think I got the terms right.
Ohh....SG. How I spent more time with you.
I should write more. More often. More more often. Often.
I've started reading again (thanks, in part, to two good books and a Kindle for my birthday) and have yet to miss listening to music on the subway...which has been replaced with reading: Ayn Rand's Fountainhead, David McCullough's The Great Bridge, Dan Brown's The Lost Symbol (bad ending, I don't suggest it) and, as of tonight (a late birthday present) A Tranquil Star, which is a collection of short stories by Primo Levi.
grrr...i think it's bed time.
le sigh.
Well, whatever it is, it sucks.
I have nothing to complain about, my work is going great. I will have worked on, in a major capacity, three Broadway shows in one year. For someone my age, that's awesome. I cannot even think how lucky I am to be where I am...
...but I'm still unhappy. Not "I want more" unhappy...just....unfullfilled. Perhaps it's the string of girls with boyfriends that "oh, if only I'd met you earlier". Awesome....thanks. And all the other friends saying "you deserve so much better". Well fuck that, I don't want "better", I want HER!
Sigh.
Why do I only write negative emotions here? I'm only really driven to write when I'm upset...When I'm happy (well, A: when I'm happy I'm usually working, so I can't just open up SG) I guess the desire to express it isn't there. It's more of a "catch it all up and enjoy it"
Whereas, when I'm feeling down, it's a reaching out. Perhaps not actively, but perhaps it's the same idea as Missed Connections on Craigslist...like casting out a long line and hoping for a bite. I'm no fisherman, but I think I got the terms right.
Ohh....SG. How I spent more time with you.
I should write more. More often. More more often. Often.
I've started reading again (thanks, in part, to two good books and a Kindle for my birthday) and have yet to miss listening to music on the subway...which has been replaced with reading: Ayn Rand's Fountainhead, David McCullough's The Great Bridge, Dan Brown's The Lost Symbol (bad ending, I don't suggest it) and, as of tonight (a late birthday present) A Tranquil Star, which is a collection of short stories by Primo Levi.
grrr...i think it's bed time.
le sigh.
I dreamed last night that I fell in love. It was a great dream - complete with story-line and subplot...but at the end, it was just another love story. And I still woke up alone.
My cousin just left in a cab to catch his train back to Toronto. It's almost 7am, and it's time for me to go to bed.
I sorta a little fell in love with the bartender at one of the first bars - why do I always fall for bartenders and dancers.....Especially bartender dancers...
Sigh, men are so easy.
My cousin just left in a cab to catch his train back to Toronto. It's almost 7am, and it's time for me to go to bed.
I sorta a little fell in love with the bartender at one of the first bars - why do I always fall for bartenders and dancers.....Especially bartender dancers...
Sigh, men are so easy.
I'm all tuckered out!
Guess that's what a day off and some sleeping in will do to ya.
And what's this craziness? Another day off tomorrow. Insanity.
But now......sleeeep
Guess that's what a day off and some sleeping in will do to ya.
And what's this craziness? Another day off tomorrow. Insanity.
But now......sleeeep
Whew. Another day over.
This whole 9a-midnight thing gets pretty tiring pretty quickly. Today was incredibly boring, too. Not much happened in the morning or afternoon. So I sat in the theater, vaguely watching rehearsal, mostly not paying attention...sort-of half-almost maybe doing some paperwork updates to keep the show in check.
Tonight's performance went great. We're getting closer every night to having it locked in.
Doesn't mean I'm not itching for the next project...Whenever I'm in one place too long I feel that need: to go on tour, usually. Pack some shit in a bag and hop on a bus. Or just get a new peircing or tattoo...
It's pretty funny that this is the longest-running gig I've ever had, and my contract is only 16-weeks long. To think some people work the same desk job for 40 years....terrifying.
I'm much happier roaming around.
This whole 9a-midnight thing gets pretty tiring pretty quickly. Today was incredibly boring, too. Not much happened in the morning or afternoon. So I sat in the theater, vaguely watching rehearsal, mostly not paying attention...sort-of half-almost maybe doing some paperwork updates to keep the show in check.
Tonight's performance went great. We're getting closer every night to having it locked in.
Doesn't mean I'm not itching for the next project...Whenever I'm in one place too long I feel that need: to go on tour, usually. Pack some shit in a bag and hop on a bus. Or just get a new peircing or tattoo...
It's pretty funny that this is the longest-running gig I've ever had, and my contract is only 16-weeks long. To think some people work the same desk job for 40 years....terrifying.
I'm much happier roaming around.



