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Monday, July 26, 2004

Paying the Bills

There I am, acting away in August's edition of Central PA magazine. They did a feature on Seventh Sister, and took snaps at a rehearsal.

Saturday, July 24, 2004

For your viewing pleasure
The entire Lancaster Intelligencer article, scanned, with giant picture, and the front page banner thrown in too boot. HUZZAH!!!

Friday, July 23, 2004

Long's Park Summer Entertainment Series Press Information
The silliest thing happened to me just now. I visited the above clothing studio for a modelling go-see, arranged through the Harman Agency. Obviously, from the link, you can see that Artworks needs someone to model their clothing for their website.

Unfortunately, I am MUCH too small for anything they make. About 4-6 sizes too small. I tried on a few items, and was drowning in them. It seems their clothes are made to fit real Americans, and not undersized Australians!

They were awfully nice people about it, though. The whole thing just makes me giggle.

If you live anywhere near Lancaster County, PA, pick up a copy of today's Intelligencer Newspaper. GIANT article about me. There's a little picture on the banner of the front page, and a massive color 8x10 on the front page of the 'Happenings' section (Weekend Entertainment). And next to the article, a smaller B&W picture. And then, a GIANT interview!! All about meeeee! My ego explodes with delight.

Tuesday, July 20, 2004

I *reeeeeeally* should go to bed, but instead I think I'll write a blog entry, because LUCY TOLD ME TO!!! Lucy called me this morning, and it was the most wonderful thing in the world. I miss her more than anything. Wishing I could kidnap her and bring her to America to live in my pocket (or I in hers) forever.

Yesterday, Matt and I drove, guided by the marvellous Zack, to West Chester. It was pouring rain nearly the entire time we were there, but I definitely liked the town. Real estate is somewhat expensive, however. I need to find out whether or not there's a West Chester ghetto. Perhaps I should just approach real estate agents and be upfront about it. "Have you got anything more ... ghetto? We were mainly interested in something in a poorer district."

It's heartening to see that the West Chester students I was introduced to all heartily endorsed the school, and particularly the music school. I'm raring to go.

Speaking of schools, I enrolled in another class (Spanish) at HACC today, which means I'll be doing 13 credits this semester, and will officially be a full-time student. And I'll also be able to speak a little Spanish, and finally not feel like a complete ignoramus whenever someone says something basic (just a partial ignoramus).

We finally moved Romeo and Juliet to Long's Park. Now we're acting on a raked stage - the gradient looks deadly when you're in the audience, but once you're on it, it's not so bad. That said, I'm pretty sure I'm going to have one sore buttock by the end of the week.

Also, I bought a bunch of iron-on transfers this afternoon, and I just made this tshirt in a frenzy of (pointless) productivity:

..which is why I haven't gone to bed yet. Must remedy that situation.

Sunday, July 18, 2004

Last night I dreamed the bonded facing came off one of my lower incisors, because I was scratching my teeth with a pair of scissors. I tried to call Matt to have him book a dentist appointment for me while we still had health insurance, but there was something wrong with the phone line - too much noise, and I couldn't get through. I went to the bathroom mirror to assess the damage. When I put my finger behind my tooth, I noticed that it was transparent. Then I noticed that all my teeth were like this. I took a receipt from my wallet, folded it into a strip, and placed it behind my lower teeth. I could read the receipt perfectly. I wondered why I had never noticed that my teeth were transparent before, and thought about putting pictures behind them in future photos to freak people out.

What the hell does that mean?

Friday, July 16, 2004

Today I learnt (from a Mensa magazine, of all things) that Isaac Asimov died of AIDS. Apparently he contracted HIV in a blood transfusion in 1983. His wife didn't release this fact until years after his death in 1992. And I didn't find out until now.

It makes me feel so sad to hear this. Maybe it's the Hildegard of Bingen I've been playing as I try and clean up the apartment, but the more I think about it, the sadder it makes me feel.
Today was Rene Gutel's last day at WITF. I caught her last sign off on the radio as I was driving home. She was the first friend I ever made there, back when I was volunteering on the phones. I'm glad for her - her new job sounds much better for her - but I'll miss her. Even if we hardly ever saw each other because we were both so busy.
I did it! I called Don Alsedek! He appreciated that I let him know I was going to be too busy before wasting his time with an audition. See? It wasn't that hard, was it?
Why do I have such trouble saying 'no' to these things? I mean, even when saying 'no' is not necessarily a bad thing, I have trouble. I was blushing as I called him; I was practically hyperoventilating beforehand. I need to get into the habit of saying 'no' more often so I'll get over it. 
Anyway, Don suggested I try out for Proof in September. I think I might.

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

OK, I forgot to call him. I'll do it tomorrow.

I need more sleep.

Has anyone tried pure DXM?

I'm finally taking full advantage of working at a TV station. Lately I've been listening to (*coughcopyingcough*) lots of awesome CDs from the music library that I don't own. Arvo Part, Karajan's complete Beethoven Symphonies, Victor Borge, Nixon in China. Arvo Part is a genius.

There is supposed to be a goddamn umlaut over the 'a' in 'Part,' but apparently blogscript doesn't like it.

I've also started using the facilities to dub copies of Romeo and Juliet for myself and other cast/crew members. Bill Speakman videotaped one of the performances at Liberty Place back in ... what month was it? March? April? It's so strange to watch. Firstly, it's always odd watching a live play on video, because the taping always makes the production feel amateur, like you're watching a parent's video of a high school performance. And we all sound like we're yelling because Liberty Place was such a huge hall to fill, and we were forced to project like mad. And, well, it's just difficult to watch yourself pulling distraught faces for an entire act. And I find it spooky to see a girl in a pink dress, who looks exactly like me, apparently lost in a passionate liplock with another actor. I don't know how Matt can stand it. Yet more evidence of what an amazing person he is (as if any further evidence is needed).

Tuesday, July 13, 2004

I am calling Mr. Alsedek first thing tomorrow and turning him DOWN! Yes, I will be a no-girl! I will!

But what if I land Polly?

I don't care! I don't have the time! Get lost, yes-girl, there's no place for you here this month.
Oh, god, I am so stupid. Stupid stupid stupid.

A couple of weeks ago, I heard that Open Stage of Harrisburg was putting on The Threepenny Opera in the Fall.

Now, in general, I hate musicals. But I love Brecht/Weill musicals.

I was so excited by the news, I immediately and unthinkingly called Open Stage and arranged an audition.

The audition was supposed to be yesterday evening. But when I looked in my datebook yesterday and saw the audition note there, I suddenly realized that there is no way in hell I can possibly do the show. I just don't have time. And I would rather do The Tempest with Gamut in October/November. Wouldn't I?

So ... I didn't show up for my audition.

That was pretty stupid of me, for starters. But not unforgivably stupid. I assumed that, since Threepenny is such a popular show and an awesome opportunity, they'd just strike me off the list of possible castees, label me unreliable, and that would be that.

Today, goddamn Don Alsedek, the artistic director Open Stage, calls me and asks me to audition.

What the hell?

I told him that I'm really busy with Romeo and Juliet at the moment, which is why I didn't show at my audition. Which is kinda true - I did have a rehearsal last night, which I would have been late for if I'd auditioned. He said he'd talk to the MD of Threepenny and call me with a daytime audition time next week.


How am I supposed to turn down Don Alsedek? But there's no way I can do the show. Stupid stupid stupid.

Should I just audition for the sake of auditioning? I mean, just because I audition, doesn't mean I have to do the show, right? Right?

Sunday, July 11, 2004

Yesterday I spoke to Mum on the phone again, and she sounded a lot less batty. I accidentally calculated the time difference wrongly and woke her up in the middle of the night, though :/

What would be the best way to break the news to WITF that I no longer want to work there? There are many reasons, but I don't want to give them all, because it feels like I'm scrambling for excuses if I do.
1. My mother gave me control of a trust fund, and wants me to go back to college fulltime. Who am I to say no?
2. My husband quit his work and may be starting his own business, and I want to help him, particularly since it means I'll be able to see more of him.
3. Theater commitments have become too hectic, and it's work I'd rather do.
4. Everyone else is leaving WITF. Cf. rats, sinking ship.

I might just approach them with an offer to work part-time only. And if they say no, I'll still be able to do part-time production work, which is more interesting than programming anyway (and a union position).

Thursday, July 08, 2004

From the Midsummer Night's Dream Cast Party a couple of weeks ago (was it that long ago?).

Sunday, July 04, 2004

Happy Fourth of July, America.

It came to my attention today that my entire family-in-law reads my blog. More than this, infact; they show it to many of their friends and acquaintances. I now must assume there are legions of people following the saga of my traitorous urinary tract. Ah, the wonders of the internet.