You learn a few dirty phrases, in Japanese, from an exchange student, in your undergrad days and you think to yourself, When is this ever going to be useful to me?
Then, one day, years later, you are sitting next to your little brother, who is sitting next to a cute Japanese exchange student, whom he is trying to impress, when the subject of learning Japanese comes into the conversation, the Japanese phrase for I am a dick head pops into your mind, the mischievous imp that lives behind your eyes cackles, Ho-ho-hothere is sport here! you lean in to whisper a phrase and some advice into your brothers ear, and everything falls into place
God bless siblings!!!
Oedipus Rex is over.
I cleaned fragrant, mint flavored blood off my face and arms for the last time (though I managed to nab the bloody rag I wore about my eyes as a souvenirthough I have not managed a reason why). Saturday night was our best showmuch more energyI think I varied my tones much better too, much more in the moment. I guess it was a good night to be at our best, as thats when the ACTF (American College Theatre Festival) adjudicator was there. She gave comments afterwards and had a lot of glowing words for all of us (despite the school papers strangely written review which goes on a two paragraph hang-up on my delivery of the word Bitch).
Sara Joy was also nice enough to make it out for the show. She sat in during our comment session with the adjudicator and then stuck around to hang out in sleepy, sleepy Springfield (where tired coffee shops go to diebut shant go on a local night life rant yet again).
I had lots of nice people come and see the show for me, including Torrie, Nick, Genenda, and my parents (which begs the questionwhats the proper way to hug ones mother after performing Oedipus?).
Nicks sword came in, at home. Which means well likely spend the winter break scaring neighbors as we try and figure out if we still remember our fundamentals from the stage combat class.
My Mom called me at 3:30 am tonight. She and my Dad had just gotten back from a late flight. I am just the most dependable son and my Mother knows she can depend on her nocturnal son being up at such a time. It appears, during the trip, the family parrot (which had been with us for 20 years or so) had passed away. Its a strange-sad thing to consider after so long.
And though the play is overtheatre activity continues for this, until recently, shut away writing masters
UIS is holding its student directed scenes (for a class) in December. Some of the Eddy Rex cast members are in this cast and asked me to try out. I did so. One of them told me that they were all impressed (I wasntbut I dont think any performer is ever impressed with his/her performance in a cold reading) and they were all fighting over who got to have me (Cue head swellingNOW). She asked if it would be alright for me to perform in two scenes. Wellmy ego had been stroked and when that happens I purronly I cant actually make that purring noise and it always just comes out as, Surewhatever you say. So Ill be in two scenes come December. Im a sleazy, lawyer/con-artist in oneIll find out what I am in the other tomorrow.
Ohand one final thought. If you like weird word-playdo yourself and listen to Ken Nordines WORD JAZZ. My attention was just brought to it recentlyand I think its pretty damn awesome. It plays on Sundays on Chicago Public Radio. Or go to the website at
Word Jazz.
Then, one day, years later, you are sitting next to your little brother, who is sitting next to a cute Japanese exchange student, whom he is trying to impress, when the subject of learning Japanese comes into the conversation, the Japanese phrase for I am a dick head pops into your mind, the mischievous imp that lives behind your eyes cackles, Ho-ho-hothere is sport here! you lean in to whisper a phrase and some advice into your brothers ear, and everything falls into place
God bless siblings!!!
Oedipus Rex is over.
I cleaned fragrant, mint flavored blood off my face and arms for the last time (though I managed to nab the bloody rag I wore about my eyes as a souvenirthough I have not managed a reason why). Saturday night was our best showmuch more energyI think I varied my tones much better too, much more in the moment. I guess it was a good night to be at our best, as thats when the ACTF (American College Theatre Festival) adjudicator was there. She gave comments afterwards and had a lot of glowing words for all of us (despite the school papers strangely written review which goes on a two paragraph hang-up on my delivery of the word Bitch).
Sara Joy was also nice enough to make it out for the show. She sat in during our comment session with the adjudicator and then stuck around to hang out in sleepy, sleepy Springfield (where tired coffee shops go to diebut shant go on a local night life rant yet again).
I had lots of nice people come and see the show for me, including Torrie, Nick, Genenda, and my parents (which begs the questionwhats the proper way to hug ones mother after performing Oedipus?).
Nicks sword came in, at home. Which means well likely spend the winter break scaring neighbors as we try and figure out if we still remember our fundamentals from the stage combat class.
My Mom called me at 3:30 am tonight. She and my Dad had just gotten back from a late flight. I am just the most dependable son and my Mother knows she can depend on her nocturnal son being up at such a time. It appears, during the trip, the family parrot (which had been with us for 20 years or so) had passed away. Its a strange-sad thing to consider after so long.
And though the play is overtheatre activity continues for this, until recently, shut away writing masters
UIS is holding its student directed scenes (for a class) in December. Some of the Eddy Rex cast members are in this cast and asked me to try out. I did so. One of them told me that they were all impressed (I wasntbut I dont think any performer is ever impressed with his/her performance in a cold reading) and they were all fighting over who got to have me (Cue head swellingNOW). She asked if it would be alright for me to perform in two scenes. Wellmy ego had been stroked and when that happens I purronly I cant actually make that purring noise and it always just comes out as, Surewhatever you say. So Ill be in two scenes come December. Im a sleazy, lawyer/con-artist in oneIll find out what I am in the other tomorrow.
Ohand one final thought. If you like weird word-playdo yourself and listen to Ken Nordines WORD JAZZ. My attention was just brought to it recentlyand I think its pretty damn awesome. It plays on Sundays on Chicago Public Radio. Or go to the website at
Word Jazz.
I haven't been surfing the SG for a while... any pics from the plaY (mixed review aside)?
Love the pirate costume!