February 19th, 2014 (I had been absent for a while due to a nasty bug so I don't have the freewrites from the beginning of the month. Ah well, I came back with this.)
Keyword: Colonial
What I did learn from Keywords is that the term "colonial" has changed greatly from the Ancient Greek word colonia, which meant the land owned by soldiers as reward for their service, to the colonial we know as a source of national pride. However, in doing such, the early colonists ended p becoming the people they were trying to avoid: violent claimers of land who used slavery and elimination in the name of "freedom". It reminds me of the debate we had in class weeks ago about "nation" and what defines a "fake" American where, I noticed, no one mentioned Native Americans once (professor's note: "Except for the 'playing indian' part?"). Perhaps it's this kind of contradiction that is present in the play (if I had time to read it :( ). This keyword s definitely one to really think about to see if we actuallly held true to it, beyond the physical meaning of owning land away from the mother country.
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Friday, September 19, 2014
The Performance in America entries: Intro and "American"
This is a new series I'll be blogging about. In my final semester at Brooklyn College, I took a course in the American Studies department called "Performance in America" out of fascination and as a way to maintain a full-time student status (Even though I only needed two credits to graduate). At the beginning of each class, we were given about 5-10 minutes (depending on the professor present; it was jointly taught) to write freely about the topic being covered for the day, generally a "keyword" and the cases involved with it. I kept most of mine and figured, eh, why not document them on here? And so, let's begin!
Freewrite #1. January 29th, 2014
Keywords: "America", "Culture"
One thing that intrigued me in Keywords... (our textbook for the course) was that it's not a dictionary but an exploration of how the definitions came to be. In the introduction, it is important to note that there are many other terms that will be brought in but not explored deeply. In American, I thought it was interesting how the term "America" is defined as a culture and as a geographic term. It reminds me of something my Sociology professor asked, which was "What the hell makes us 'American'?" And here, it is seen how complicated it gets. The same goes for "culture", which is seen as a historical point and a lifestyle choice. It's how, as an Irish person, I'm expected to be a heavy drinker (which I'm not) because of cultural stigma versus knowing folklore, like selkies or the history of the Troubles. I will admit it was a little difficult to understand "culture" compared to "America" due to the broadness of how America was explored.
Freewrite #1. January 29th, 2014
Keywords: "America", "Culture"
One thing that intrigued me in Keywords... (our textbook for the course) was that it's not a dictionary but an exploration of how the definitions came to be. In the introduction, it is important to note that there are many other terms that will be brought in but not explored deeply. In American, I thought it was interesting how the term "America" is defined as a culture and as a geographic term. It reminds me of something my Sociology professor asked, which was "What the hell makes us 'American'?" And here, it is seen how complicated it gets. The same goes for "culture", which is seen as a historical point and a lifestyle choice. It's how, as an Irish person, I'm expected to be a heavy drinker (which I'm not) because of cultural stigma versus knowing folklore, like selkies or the history of the Troubles. I will admit it was a little difficult to understand "culture" compared to "America" due to the broadness of how America was explored.
Saturday, September 6, 2014
My time with Ariel's Hair
For the first time, I was commissioned to work on a wig for a production AND get paid for it!
My friend, Sam, was reprising her ultimate dream role as Ariel in a production of The Little Mermaid (this was Children's Theatre, so this meant, even though there were adults, they used the Junior version of the script and, as per company standards, the show couldn't be longer than an hour unless there were certain, um, reasons) but this also meant she had to work with the horrible wig she got last time (again, as per company standards, wigs, when not in use, must apparently be thrown on the floor and forgotten about until it is called for again months/years/decades later). Since I've been teaching my self how to work on wigs and hairpieces, Sam asked me to fix it up for her. How could I ever refuse?!
The day I received it, it was the day before their final dress rehearsal, which meant I only had about 5 hours that night to work on it. This is what I got:
Okay, so I had my work cut out for me. I already made it known to her that it's not going to look AS pretty as she wanted it but I'd do my best that night.
THE INITIAL PROCEDURE:
I was going to wet the hair, brush it out with a comb, curl it with magnetic curlers, let her dry, and sleep peacefully.
WHAT REALLY HAPPENED:
Well, I got the wet part down with my trusty spray bottle (from the glorious place that is The Dollar Tree) and then things went crazy from there. I started off at first brushing the hair with my wide tooth comb, thinking that would save the wig and make it easier to get through the knots. After fifteen minutes working on just one curl, I realized that A) Magnetic curlers are misleading. B) There is no way to use them in the way I want to without denting the hair with bobby pins or getting them to stay put by literally pinning it into the wig head (the holes in the curler were too big and the hair made it heavy to hold) and C) This was going to take longer than I thought.
Somehow, I got into an insane rhythm of switching between three brushes/dinglehoppers just to get the knots out: My wide tooth for the initial pass, my wig brush to get spots that I missed, and my sister's old brush for when I considered setting the whole thing on fire.
I ended up ditching the curlers because I was exhausted by the time I finished weeding out the jungle.
By the time I finished brushing, it had dried so I had to drench it once more in order to use my newest friend: Silky-and-Yaki human and synthetic hair conditioner by NextImage. This stuff is BOSS. Not only does it smell way better than the DeMert conditioner I used in the past, but it does what promises and gets the wig silky smooth and very pretty without the buildup. And it only cost $5 on Amazon (I have yet to see it in a shop but I'm searching). This, however, meant making another pass with the brushes but, thankfully, this took less time since the conditioner made my life much easier.
And here was the result...
The next day, I had a show so that meant bringing her along with me to the studio (I was hitching a ride with my dad, to save on bus fare) in order to return it to Sam.
I handed it back to her, delirious and sleepy, which she was exceedingly grateful. This meant I didn't get to see it for a week, thank God. And so begins my time with Ariel's hair.
WEEK TWO
The following week, Ariel returned to my trusted hands but, this time, I figured that she could be my first victim to use my DeMert Wig Shampoo I had bought recently ($3.99 at a hair care shop nearby Jamaica station). She was smelling kind of musky anyhow, so I thought, hey, why not?
Here is what I learned with my first wig shampoo experience: Unlike the cheap-o method I've been using before (diluted shampoo in a spray bottle), this does work a lot better since I know I'm not potentially destroying the wig. However, this also means the wig gets tangled in the process which meant RE-BRUSHING EVERYTHING. Thankfully, the fresh scent made up for my near-hyperventilation. Another round of conditioner and I figured I should find a way to push back the bangs since bobby pins can do so much. For this week, I pulled two sections of hair and tied them with plastic bands (which kept breaking. I think I lost six alone on one section) to hidden parts of the wig. The result:
It did the job (sort of) but not in the way I hoped it would. Ah well. Less pins scraping the scalp, thankfully.
WEEK THREE
My dad, who plays Scuttle in this production, hands me the wig, saying, "Sam loves what you've been doing with her hair. However, since it's her birthday, she told me to tell you to make it as pretty as you made it before."
Before I could blush, I was thinking of ways to make it look extra special for her birthday that she clearly did not remind us about every day since the second August started (note the sarcasm). But I was serious about the "extra special" part: It's not every day you celebrate your big day (or, in her word, "the anniversary of [her] 21st", which was spent in a hangover and her passed out on her costumes. You had to be there) as a princess.
I took out the bands because they didn't work well and made many, many, MANY attempts to french braid the wig into a half up, half down style. I gave up after the 67th try but I was determined to make it look special. That's when I remembered how I saw a video to do Belle's hair from Beauty and the Beast by the off-chance I had to be an "emergency swing" for that part (with this company you never know: I once had to swing in as Isa the Iguana for a production of Dora the Explorer Live! Pirate Party Adventure for a sold out house of 2,000 or so people.)
And so, I used that technique instead to not only eliminate bobby pins (can you guess that I don't like bobby pins all that much?) but to make it a bit more princess-y.
I was a little proud of it. :3 I guess it worked because it came back the way I left it the following week. Yay!
WEEK FOUR
I have no idea how long this show is running for but I liked about what I did with Ariel the last week (since I didn't hear any complaints about it) so I figured, eh, I'll keep the the same. I did remember about the underbrush of the wig that I had been neglecting for some time now (because I am, by nature, a lazy human being). So, I figured I could take care of it this week as I was battling a depression episode, as a distraction. Another shampoo wash and I tackled the underside...
Another twisty-fancy half up style and I was done for the week.
Turns out, that was the last weekend so I was free!! But I'll miss working on Arielthe ungrateful tart with raging hormones. At least I have Millie to look forward to!
My friend, Sam, was reprising her ultimate dream role as Ariel in a production of The Little Mermaid (this was Children's Theatre, so this meant, even though there were adults, they used the Junior version of the script and, as per company standards, the show couldn't be longer than an hour unless there were certain, um, reasons) but this also meant she had to work with the horrible wig she got last time (again, as per company standards, wigs, when not in use, must apparently be thrown on the floor and forgotten about until it is called for again months/years/decades later). Since I've been teaching my self how to work on wigs and hairpieces, Sam asked me to fix it up for her. How could I ever refuse?!
The day I received it, it was the day before their final dress rehearsal, which meant I only had about 5 hours that night to work on it. This is what I got:
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| Oh sweet Jesus... |
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| She lived under the sea. |
THE INITIAL PROCEDURE:
I was going to wet the hair, brush it out with a comb, curl it with magnetic curlers, let her dry, and sleep peacefully.
WHAT REALLY HAPPENED:
Well, I got the wet part down with my trusty spray bottle (from the glorious place that is The Dollar Tree) and then things went crazy from there. I started off at first brushing the hair with my wide tooth comb, thinking that would save the wig and make it easier to get through the knots. After fifteen minutes working on just one curl, I realized that A) Magnetic curlers are misleading. B) There is no way to use them in the way I want to without denting the hair with bobby pins or getting them to stay put by literally pinning it into the wig head (the holes in the curler were too big and the hair made it heavy to hold) and C) This was going to take longer than I thought.
Somehow, I got into an insane rhythm of switching between three brushes/dinglehoppers just to get the knots out: My wide tooth for the initial pass, my wig brush to get spots that I missed, and my sister's old brush for when I considered setting the whole thing on fire.
I ended up ditching the curlers because I was exhausted by the time I finished weeding out the jungle.
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| And preparing to recycle the remains for an "Annie" wig. |
And here was the result...
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| Three fucking hours later. |
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| Which also gave me a fantastic opportunity to cosplay Rachel Tice. |
WEEK TWO
The following week, Ariel returned to my trusted hands but, this time, I figured that she could be my first victim to use my DeMert Wig Shampoo I had bought recently ($3.99 at a hair care shop nearby Jamaica station). She was smelling kind of musky anyhow, so I thought, hey, why not?
Here is what I learned with my first wig shampoo experience: Unlike the cheap-o method I've been using before (diluted shampoo in a spray bottle), this does work a lot better since I know I'm not potentially destroying the wig. However, this also means the wig gets tangled in the process which meant RE-BRUSHING EVERYTHING. Thankfully, the fresh scent made up for my near-hyperventilation. Another round of conditioner and I figured I should find a way to push back the bangs since bobby pins can do so much. For this week, I pulled two sections of hair and tied them with plastic bands (which kept breaking. I think I lost six alone on one section) to hidden parts of the wig. The result:
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| Eh, better than looking like Sasquatch. |
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| Part of your wooooooooooooooooorld... |
WEEK THREE
My dad, who plays Scuttle in this production, hands me the wig, saying, "Sam loves what you've been doing with her hair. However, since it's her birthday, she told me to tell you to make it as pretty as you made it before."
Before I could blush, I was thinking of ways to make it look extra special for her birthday that she clearly did not remind us about every day since the second August started (note the sarcasm). But I was serious about the "extra special" part: It's not every day you celebrate your big day (or, in her word, "the anniversary of [her] 21st", which was spent in a hangover and her passed out on her costumes. You had to be there) as a princess.
I took out the bands because they didn't work well and made many, many, MANY attempts to french braid the wig into a half up, half down style. I gave up after the 67th try but I was determined to make it look special. That's when I remembered how I saw a video to do Belle's hair from Beauty and the Beast by the off-chance I had to be an "emergency swing" for that part (with this company you never know: I once had to swing in as Isa the Iguana for a production of Dora the Explorer Live! Pirate Party Adventure for a sold out house of 2,000 or so people.)
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| I'm just happy no moms attacked me. |
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| Little town, it's an aquatic village. |
WEEK FOUR
I have no idea how long this show is running for but I liked about what I did with Ariel the last week (since I didn't hear any complaints about it) so I figured, eh, I'll keep the the same. I did remember about the underbrush of the wig that I had been neglecting for some time now (because I am, by nature, a lazy human being). So, I figured I could take care of it this week as I was battling a depression episode, as a distraction. Another shampoo wash and I tackled the underside...
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| Almost as bad as the first time. |
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| It kind of looks like she's wearing one of those sorta-knit berets. |
Turns out, that was the last weekend so I was free!! But I'll miss working on Ariel
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| Or wait for another production of Annie. |
Saturday, August 30, 2014
My Mother
Dear Mom,
It's been three years since you've passed and I still miss you every single second that passes by. I know you can hear me wherever you are so I know you can hear my thoughts as I write them here.
Mom, I'm tired. There are moments where I wish I could scream if that meant I could get rid of feeling like a wrecked mess. There are moments where I wish tears could flow out of my eyes like a never ending waterfall from the heavens if it meant I could feel better afterwards.
I'm tired of hearing the standard, "She would be so proud of you" because I know the one thing you'll be proud of is how I've managed to live.
I've cut myself. I've turned to alcohol and sleep to numb the pain. There have been many times where I could have welcomed death if it meant I no longer had to deal with going on. The times I wanted to be alone were interrupted, and the times where there was company, I was lonely. It's a struggle to even talk about family: To them. About them. They wonder why I don't talk anymore. I have to keep everything to myself because who knows what will happen if it explodes in their faces. They want me to be happy but it's not like a switch that can be turned on and off so easily. I've tried but they often forget.
Mom, there are moments when I never want to wake up because I just know things. Of what's to come. Of what others know. And I wish it could stop. If there ever was a moment to be cradle in your arms again, I would give up everything for that to happen.
But you wouldn't allow that. You and I know that now I have the loving arms of my family and friends to keep me going. I can't give up on them. I don't want to see them miserable, and I can't lose myself into everything anymore. I would love for things to be different, but that's not a possibility.
I have to move forward and embrace what is to come, even if it means dealing with the dickheads who mess it up.
I feel a lot better after writing this letter. I may get ridiculed for it but people can go fuck themselves. It's time I take back control of me. I know you'd want that.
I love you,
Your beloved son.
It's been three years since you've passed and I still miss you every single second that passes by. I know you can hear me wherever you are so I know you can hear my thoughts as I write them here.
Mom, I'm tired. There are moments where I wish I could scream if that meant I could get rid of feeling like a wrecked mess. There are moments where I wish tears could flow out of my eyes like a never ending waterfall from the heavens if it meant I could feel better afterwards.
I'm tired of hearing the standard, "She would be so proud of you" because I know the one thing you'll be proud of is how I've managed to live.
I've cut myself. I've turned to alcohol and sleep to numb the pain. There have been many times where I could have welcomed death if it meant I no longer had to deal with going on. The times I wanted to be alone were interrupted, and the times where there was company, I was lonely. It's a struggle to even talk about family: To them. About them. They wonder why I don't talk anymore. I have to keep everything to myself because who knows what will happen if it explodes in their faces. They want me to be happy but it's not like a switch that can be turned on and off so easily. I've tried but they often forget.
Mom, there are moments when I never want to wake up because I just know things. Of what's to come. Of what others know. And I wish it could stop. If there ever was a moment to be cradle in your arms again, I would give up everything for that to happen.
But you wouldn't allow that. You and I know that now I have the loving arms of my family and friends to keep me going. I can't give up on them. I don't want to see them miserable, and I can't lose myself into everything anymore. I would love for things to be different, but that's not a possibility.
I have to move forward and embrace what is to come, even if it means dealing with the dickheads who mess it up.
I feel a lot better after writing this letter. I may get ridiculed for it but people can go fuck themselves. It's time I take back control of me. I know you'd want that.
I love you,
Your beloved son.
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
SYTYCD season 11 nicknames!
Once again, I'm continuing the time-honored tradition of giving the Top 20 contestants nicknames because I probably will forget their real names later on, it's fun, and just because. I will say I'm a teense bummed because I can't remember if I ever saw a good chunk of these people during the auditions but I'll give it my best shot:
THE GIRLS
Bridget Whitman (Contemporary)- Liberty Lunch
Bridget is one of the many sob stories we've heard this season. Her dad was killed in a car accident when she was 12 and she remembers the Hallmark card message he told her years ago on how to succeed. Bridget also probably cries at the drop of a hat. Literally. For her audition, she performed to a cover of "Que Sera Sera" by Jennifer Terran which made it beautifully painful (emotionally) to watch. If she performed to the song I named her after, I will probably sob uncontrollably.
Brooklyn Fullmer (Latin Ballroom)- Ivory
She auditioned with her dance partner, who also made it in. They're like a perfect set, which makes their nicknames kind of handy.
Carly Blaney (Contemporary)- Busgirl
Mostly unmemorable for most of callbacks, and not featured for auditions, she didn't become prominent until she was in that disastrous (well, they all were horrible in the group round) group routine where that Rumba girl thought it was a great idea to incorporate the style in the dance. Apparently, she made green mile last time (or came close) and knew good and goddamn well that she's not giving up her spot when prompted by Nigel to get rid of someone themselves (a shitty move). Carly said that she didn't want to go home but "didn't want to throw someone under the bus."
Emily James (Contemporary)- Bankable
Emily auditioned in the past but came back after a hiatus of studying to be an accountant. But, accountants are no fun so she's back with a vengeance. Even her cousin gave a pretty boss audition!
Jacque Lewarne (Ballet)- Aunt Jackie
Another unmemorable dancer with virtually zero screen time so she gets an obvious nickname.
Jessica Richens (Jazz)- Hat Girl
The lone jazz dancer this season, Jessica performed two stellar solos that involved a hat that unleashed her long, flowing blonde hair that put Jabba Lee's routine to shame. Also, if there's a burlesque routine this season, she's probably gonna ace it.
Jourdan Epstein (Ballet)- Tough Broad
Her brother is a struggling addict who's currently on the mend, and the struggle she's gone through reflected in her audition, showcasing her strength and tenacity and all that powerful jazz.
Malene Ostergaard (Latin Ballroom)- Great Dane
In her career, she traveled to Tokyo where she met a guy who treated her like dirt. She's also from Denmark. That's all I got because her sob story was relatively weak.
Tanisha Belnap (Ballroom)- Werqin Girl
On the opposite side of the spectrum, Tanisha had a modest American dream lifestyle: In a family consisting of 12 siblings, money was tight if she wanted to study dance. So, for the most part, she supported herself, especially making costumes and doing god knows what else to make ends meet. Plus, she somehow managed to make Britney's "Work Bitch" into a passable ballroom solo.
Valerie Rockey (Tap)- Red Shoes
Her footwear color of choice. Plus, her name and my nickname= Ultimate irony!
THE BOYS
Casey Askew (Contemporary)- Le Poof
I can barely remember who he is or why I want to punch him in the face but whatever. He's got some interesting hair.
Emilio Dosal (Popping)- Comeback Kid
If you remember from last season, Emilio managed to make the top 20! However, he was mysteriously dismissed due to a medical emergency that Cat didn't elaborate on, thus allowing Aaron "Second Chance" to swoop in. Well, he's back where he belongs after being kicked in the face, damaging his septum, getting surgery, and all sorts of draaaama. He's also pretty adorable.
Marquet Hill (Latin Ballroom)- Ebony
See Ivory. However, I think he has the skills to take it all the way, considering almost everyone believed he was a hip-hop dancer.
Nick Garcia (Latin Ballroom)- Doofus
A dead ringer for Jesse "Arrogant Ass", we witnessed him and his buddy Rudy attempt to pick up a girl in Miami to unsurprising failure.
Ricky Ubeda (Contemporary)- Wittle Babyface
For some reason, he sounds very familiar but, meh, it might come to me eventually. Even with facial hair, there's no way he can hide the fact that he's 18. He's also kind of incredible, but he looked like he was having a stroke during his final solo at callbacks.
Rudy Abreu (Contemporary)- Trout Mouth
Nick's bffl, Rudy has a scar on his tummy which he incorporated into his audition. However, I was more distracted by his mouth that was open about 99% of the time and his eyes which continually rolled back.
Serge Onik (Latin Ballroom)- Babydoll's Former Partner (BFP)
Another green mile reject, whose partner, Brittney "Babydoll", landed in the top 20. His new partner likes to twerk. Thankfully, he doesn't.
Stanley Glover (Contemporary)- Vesper
I totally forgot that they did in fact show his audition, but I also remember now that my dad said he didn't like pieces like the one he used. Stanley also looks like an Ailey company member, which created this beautiful piece in the past.
Teddy Coffey (Hip Hop)- WHO?!
Seriously, who the hell is this guy? Because I only saw him at green mile. He's like the Janaya of the season.
Zack Everhart, Jr (Tap)- Dopey
Zack got some coverage during callbacks, mostly because he's a tapper (which Nigel apparently has a love/hate relationship with) but also has a face like one of the 7 dwarves (in an adorable way, of course).
Let the games begin!
THE GIRLS
Bridget Whitman (Contemporary)- Liberty Lunch
Bridget is one of the many sob stories we've heard this season. Her dad was killed in a car accident when she was 12 and she remembers the Hallmark card message he told her years ago on how to succeed. Bridget also probably cries at the drop of a hat. Literally. For her audition, she performed to a cover of "Que Sera Sera" by Jennifer Terran which made it beautifully painful (emotionally) to watch. If she performed to the song I named her after, I will probably sob uncontrollably.
Brooklyn Fullmer (Latin Ballroom)- Ivory
She auditioned with her dance partner, who also made it in. They're like a perfect set, which makes their nicknames kind of handy.
Carly Blaney (Contemporary)- Busgirl
Mostly unmemorable for most of callbacks, and not featured for auditions, she didn't become prominent until she was in that disastrous (well, they all were horrible in the group round) group routine where that Rumba girl thought it was a great idea to incorporate the style in the dance. Apparently, she made green mile last time (or came close) and knew good and goddamn well that she's not giving up her spot when prompted by Nigel to get rid of someone themselves (a shitty move). Carly said that she didn't want to go home but "didn't want to throw someone under the bus."
Emily James (Contemporary)- Bankable
Emily auditioned in the past but came back after a hiatus of studying to be an accountant. But, accountants are no fun so she's back with a vengeance. Even her cousin gave a pretty boss audition!
Jacque Lewarne (Ballet)- Aunt Jackie
Another unmemorable dancer with virtually zero screen time so she gets an obvious nickname.
Jessica Richens (Jazz)- Hat Girl
The lone jazz dancer this season, Jessica performed two stellar solos that involved a hat that unleashed her long, flowing blonde hair that put Jabba Lee's routine to shame. Also, if there's a burlesque routine this season, she's probably gonna ace it.
Jourdan Epstein (Ballet)- Tough Broad
Her brother is a struggling addict who's currently on the mend, and the struggle she's gone through reflected in her audition, showcasing her strength and tenacity and all that powerful jazz.
Malene Ostergaard (Latin Ballroom)- Great Dane
In her career, she traveled to Tokyo where she met a guy who treated her like dirt. She's also from Denmark. That's all I got because her sob story was relatively weak.
Tanisha Belnap (Ballroom)- Werqin Girl
On the opposite side of the spectrum, Tanisha had a modest American dream lifestyle: In a family consisting of 12 siblings, money was tight if she wanted to study dance. So, for the most part, she supported herself, especially making costumes and doing god knows what else to make ends meet. Plus, she somehow managed to make Britney's "Work Bitch" into a passable ballroom solo.
Valerie Rockey (Tap)- Red Shoes
Her footwear color of choice. Plus, her name and my nickname= Ultimate irony!
THE BOYS
Casey Askew (Contemporary)- Le Poof
I can barely remember who he is or why I want to punch him in the face but whatever. He's got some interesting hair.
Emilio Dosal (Popping)- Comeback Kid
If you remember from last season, Emilio managed to make the top 20! However, he was mysteriously dismissed due to a medical emergency that Cat didn't elaborate on, thus allowing Aaron "Second Chance" to swoop in. Well, he's back where he belongs after being kicked in the face, damaging his septum, getting surgery, and all sorts of draaaama. He's also pretty adorable.
Marquet Hill (Latin Ballroom)- Ebony
See Ivory. However, I think he has the skills to take it all the way, considering almost everyone believed he was a hip-hop dancer.
Nick Garcia (Latin Ballroom)- Doofus
A dead ringer for Jesse "Arrogant Ass", we witnessed him and his buddy Rudy attempt to pick up a girl in Miami to unsurprising failure.
Ricky Ubeda (Contemporary)- Wittle Babyface
For some reason, he sounds very familiar but, meh, it might come to me eventually. Even with facial hair, there's no way he can hide the fact that he's 18. He's also kind of incredible, but he looked like he was having a stroke during his final solo at callbacks.
Rudy Abreu (Contemporary)- Trout Mouth
Nick's bffl, Rudy has a scar on his tummy which he incorporated into his audition. However, I was more distracted by his mouth that was open about 99% of the time and his eyes which continually rolled back.
Serge Onik (Latin Ballroom)- Babydoll's Former Partner (BFP)
Another green mile reject, whose partner, Brittney "Babydoll", landed in the top 20. His new partner likes to twerk. Thankfully, he doesn't.
Stanley Glover (Contemporary)- Vesper
I totally forgot that they did in fact show his audition, but I also remember now that my dad said he didn't like pieces like the one he used. Stanley also looks like an Ailey company member, which created this beautiful piece in the past.
Teddy Coffey (Hip Hop)- WHO?!
Seriously, who the hell is this guy? Because I only saw him at green mile. He's like the Janaya of the season.
Zack Everhart, Jr (Tap)- Dopey
Zack got some coverage during callbacks, mostly because he's a tapper (which Nigel apparently has a love/hate relationship with) but also has a face like one of the 7 dwarves (in an adorable way, of course).
Let the games begin!
Thursday, May 29, 2014
An Open Letter to my BC Theatre Family
To my family,
Today, we, like myself, either graduated from Brooklyn College or, like others, are celebrating the end of a semester. As I sat in the audiencecoming up with sarcastic remarks listening to the speeches, I began to reflect on these past few years and here is what I came up with.
I arrived to this institution with nothing more than an associate's degree and the knowledge that it's either stay in school or find a job in order to keep my health insurance. My mother was going in and out of the hospital for an ankle injury and, later, cancer, so my mind was elsewhere. Nobody prepared me for anything here so I went in undeclared (dumb move) and figured that I could switch to another, more convenient major by taking random courses and seeing what I liked best.
Then, on August 31st, two days into my first semester, my mother passed away. I was a wreck. I stopped eating. I stopped taking care of myself. I stopped caring, period. I tried my damnedest to push back the pain by diving into my studies. But it wasn't enough. I wanted it all to end. I wanted to give up. I wanted to disappear.
I wanted to stop.
Two semesters in and, after finding help in the counseling center, I realized I was doing more harm to myself than good. And so, I returned to a familiar world: Theatre.
Ever since I made the decision to return to majoring in theatre, I've become more knowledgeable in the field in all aspects of it: History, technical, acting. I soaked in every second of it because I knew that I would never get this chance again (at least, not for a while). This was especially beneficial because I was beginning to see just how unorganized and unprofessional the theatre company I'm with now was... and still is.
But what's most important is the connections I've made with everyone involved in the department: The BAs, the BFAs, the MFAs, the professors (some of whom believed I was a BFA actor), staff members, the whole nine yards. All of you are much more than friends to me. You are my family. You are the people I want and love to be around, where we can joke about the most random things ("You have GOT to be kidding me!"), share personal stories, and just be close with one another. It is a feeling that I so very rarely experience in my career, and it made me remember that it is true: We have no time for enemies in this business. It's why the next time I see someone who acts like a diva, I'm going to tell them to write everything they know on the back of their hand, to see if they really do know everything like the back of their hand.
I am going to cherish the friendships and connection I've made with everyone. You have changed my life for the better.
You all have saved my life.
I wish everyone lots of luck, love, and lollipops in their future endeavors and be prepared for the koala hug I will give you the next time we meet.
Thank you all for everything.
I love you all,
Chris Weiss
(That guy who was always on the floor in the hallway)
Today, we, like myself, either graduated from Brooklyn College or, like others, are celebrating the end of a semester. As I sat in the audience
I arrived to this institution with nothing more than an associate's degree and the knowledge that it's either stay in school or find a job in order to keep my health insurance. My mother was going in and out of the hospital for an ankle injury and, later, cancer, so my mind was elsewhere. Nobody prepared me for anything here so I went in undeclared (dumb move) and figured that I could switch to another, more convenient major by taking random courses and seeing what I liked best.
Then, on August 31st, two days into my first semester, my mother passed away. I was a wreck. I stopped eating. I stopped taking care of myself. I stopped caring, period. I tried my damnedest to push back the pain by diving into my studies. But it wasn't enough. I wanted it all to end. I wanted to give up. I wanted to disappear.
I wanted to stop.
Two semesters in and, after finding help in the counseling center, I realized I was doing more harm to myself than good. And so, I returned to a familiar world: Theatre.
Ever since I made the decision to return to majoring in theatre, I've become more knowledgeable in the field in all aspects of it: History, technical, acting. I soaked in every second of it because I knew that I would never get this chance again (at least, not for a while). This was especially beneficial because I was beginning to see just how unorganized and unprofessional the theatre company I'm with now was... and still is.
But what's most important is the connections I've made with everyone involved in the department: The BAs, the BFAs, the MFAs, the professors (some of whom believed I was a BFA actor), staff members, the whole nine yards. All of you are much more than friends to me. You are my family. You are the people I want and love to be around, where we can joke about the most random things ("You have GOT to be kidding me!"), share personal stories, and just be close with one another. It is a feeling that I so very rarely experience in my career, and it made me remember that it is true: We have no time for enemies in this business. It's why the next time I see someone who acts like a diva, I'm going to tell them to write everything they know on the back of their hand, to see if they really do know everything like the back of their hand.
I am going to cherish the friendships and connection I've made with everyone. You have changed my life for the better.
You all have saved my life.
I wish everyone lots of luck, love, and lollipops in their future endeavors and be prepared for the koala hug I will give you the next time we meet.
Thank you all for everything.
I love you all,
Chris Weiss
(That guy who was always on the floor in the hallway)
Thursday, May 1, 2014
Chris reads: Reviews from Dora the Explorer Live! At St. George Theatre
So last weekend (and year), I performed in Dora the Explorer LIVE! at the St. George Theatre, Staten Island. In 2013, I was Isa (last minute) and this time, I was Swiper. I stumbled upon the reviews via Ticket master and, well, some people had their opinions. And I'll offer my rebuttal. But I will skip a few, since they all were about the same and/or out of my hands, like the costumes and sound system.
From 2013:
"This show is awful. The characters are played by people wearing nasty run down costumes. My daughter was horrified. Boots costume was half on an u could see his face. Why wouldnt they have the costumes where the person was inside and your not able to see the face. I would like my money back if i could get it. Horribly disappointed in this and the portrail of thr show. I was under the impression that the characters would look like the show."
Well, yes, of course the characters are played by people wearing costumes (although I do agree with the nasty ass costumes. Made by a women who teaches at Five Towns college.). And yes, of course you're going to see Boots' face, especially since they did that for the actual professional version some years ago. And we would love to have the costumes where the actor was inside and the face was masked, but that requires money, which we don't have.
Oh, and since you have so graciously provided reviewer photos, that points out that you violated the whole, "No Photographs are to be taken during the show" thing, which is pretty much illegal.
"It started 20 min late, Dora didn’t speak Spanish, the only character that looked similar to himself was” Swiper”, The actors seemed to be all teenagers, Diego’s microphone was off the whole time, No one can hold a note on their own, The only paraphernalia sold in the theater was a flashlight that had a soccer ball on it, nothing with Dora on it, they guys outside of the theater were selling better stuff, The actors were moving the set themselves, ( in the open- not behind curtains, I could go on and on, But I’m pretty sure I made my point,,,,,,PARENTS!! Stay away from this one."
I am to assume that the phrases "Abre", "Todos estan invitados", "Hola amigos", and such are German? But thanks for thinking I was a teenager when I was really 23. In a lizard suit. And I'm pretty sure I was able to hold those notes in Isa Turn the Wheel pretty well, considering I'm a dude. And you must have some warped perceptions of theatre if you think the curtains can close and open in 15 seconds for a set change done by the actors, which also occurs professionally. Parents, see more theatre.
"The show was about 45 min. Dora wasn't look like her."
Did you ever notice the special episodes of Dora on television are about the same length of time? And please proof read.
From 2014, as Swiper:
"Do not go to Dora live or this venue on Staten Island. The show was worse than a high school production, and the theatre was falling apart. Total waste of time and money."
The theatre is falling apart? Like how? A crack in the ceiling? Because that's one pretty gorgeous theatre.
"Dora character was not even dressed in her costume. Boots looked cheap.
The whole event was not worth it at all. Wish I can get my money back !!"
I seem to remember Dora was in a costume and not running around naked.
"The characters of the show should have worn the actual costumes instead of being real people so maybe the kids can be more into the show."
You are aware that acting and live theatre involves real people wearing costumes (regardless of how crappy they are), right?
"It was the worse show I have ever seen - we couldn't hear a thing."
It could possibly be the screaming children but that could just be me.
"Dora could have been in a real DORA costume for such a short time..."
Define a real DORA costume.
So yeah. The gist of it was the shoddy costumes, time, and restlessness of the children. But what did you expect for $15 and a touring company from Long Island? I certainly did MY best and I apologize for not meeting your expectations.
From 2013:
"This show is awful. The characters are played by people wearing nasty run down costumes. My daughter was horrified. Boots costume was half on an u could see his face. Why wouldnt they have the costumes where the person was inside and your not able to see the face. I would like my money back if i could get it. Horribly disappointed in this and the portrail of thr show. I was under the impression that the characters would look like the show."
Well, yes, of course the characters are played by people wearing costumes (although I do agree with the nasty ass costumes. Made by a women who teaches at Five Towns college.). And yes, of course you're going to see Boots' face, especially since they did that for the actual professional version some years ago. And we would love to have the costumes where the actor was inside and the face was masked, but that requires money, which we don't have.
Oh, and since you have so graciously provided reviewer photos, that points out that you violated the whole, "No Photographs are to be taken during the show" thing, which is pretty much illegal.
"It started 20 min late, Dora didn’t speak Spanish, the only character that looked similar to himself was” Swiper”, The actors seemed to be all teenagers, Diego’s microphone was off the whole time, No one can hold a note on their own, The only paraphernalia sold in the theater was a flashlight that had a soccer ball on it, nothing with Dora on it, they guys outside of the theater were selling better stuff, The actors were moving the set themselves, ( in the open- not behind curtains, I could go on and on, But I’m pretty sure I made my point,,,,,,PARENTS!! Stay away from this one."
I am to assume that the phrases "Abre", "Todos estan invitados", "Hola amigos", and such are German? But thanks for thinking I was a teenager when I was really 23. In a lizard suit. And I'm pretty sure I was able to hold those notes in Isa Turn the Wheel pretty well, considering I'm a dude. And you must have some warped perceptions of theatre if you think the curtains can close and open in 15 seconds for a set change done by the actors, which also occurs professionally. Parents, see more theatre.
"The show was about 45 min. Dora wasn't look like her."
Did you ever notice the special episodes of Dora on television are about the same length of time? And please proof read.
From 2014, as Swiper:
"Do not go to Dora live or this venue on Staten Island. The show was worse than a high school production, and the theatre was falling apart. Total waste of time and money."
The theatre is falling apart? Like how? A crack in the ceiling? Because that's one pretty gorgeous theatre.
"Dora character was not even dressed in her costume. Boots looked cheap.
The whole event was not worth it at all. Wish I can get my money back !!"
I seem to remember Dora was in a costume and not running around naked.
"The characters of the show should have worn the actual costumes instead of being real people so maybe the kids can be more into the show."
You are aware that acting and live theatre involves real people wearing costumes (regardless of how crappy they are), right?
"It was the worse show I have ever seen - we couldn't hear a thing."
It could possibly be the screaming children but that could just be me.
"Dora could have been in a real DORA costume for such a short time..."
Define a real DORA costume.
So yeah. The gist of it was the shoddy costumes, time, and restlessness of the children. But what did you expect for $15 and a touring company from Long Island? I certainly did MY best and I apologize for not meeting your expectations.
Saturday, April 26, 2014
I Gotta Be Me
I had a peer call me "mean" the other day because I've been acting extremely cold and confusing towards him for basically saying that he should probably stop communicating with me.
I usually respond with vague or direct answers in order to avoid conversation because, frankly, I have other things to be concerned about other than typical banter.
In the latest endeavor, he tells me the truth, calls me "beautiful" and "talented", drew me a picture, sends me messages that are about 7 paragraphs long that I don't really read all the way through because it's essentially the same thing he wrote last time, reads the posts on this crappy blog that I never mentioned about, and tries. And tries. And tries. And tries. And tries. And tries. And tries. And tries. And tries.
And I'm tired.
So I attempt to show him that I'm not interested in him like that anymore. Because the person I spoke with online didn't match up to the person I saw in real life. I don't dig that.
He asks to hang out with me, to get coffee or tea or something. I tell him I have things to work on for my costuming classes, Plus, I hate coffee, tea, or when people watch me eat. Usually, people get the hint then.
He then suggests we work on our assignments together. I told him that this usually involves me going into the city, getting whatever is necessary. If I wanted anyone to go along, I would probably ask, but I much rather prefer to shop alone. Makes things a lot faster.
He blows it by asking if he can tag along. Common sense implies that if I said, "No" the last few attempts, it's not going to happen.
I don't dig clingy people.
When I'm alone, I'm alone for a reason. This is different from being lonely.
He thinks he understands. I'm well aware that no one can truly understand another.
There are many things to describe me, but "mean" is a bit juvenile.
One friend who I greatly respect accurately described me as, "Being a bitch, but not being a cunty-bitch."
If you can't handle me like that, then you can't handle me when I'm worse. Or honest. And realistic. I don't want reasons to why you want me to be your "friend". This isn't a contest in the 8th grade. Of course everyone tries, but when I recognize how much that person is trying, then it's a turn off.
I've dealt with the clueless who have told me the same old junk since year one, that I'm "beautiful, talented, smart." Maybe I do seem heartless and cold but I can't a robot at the same time.
So maybe I do come across as "mean."
But, if you're not going to get it, I will spit acid and leave you in the cold.
And if I be brutal and say it's time to stop, then so be it.
And this goes for anyone and everyone.
I usually respond with vague or direct answers in order to avoid conversation because, frankly, I have other things to be concerned about other than typical banter.
In the latest endeavor, he tells me the truth, calls me "beautiful" and "talented", drew me a picture, sends me messages that are about 7 paragraphs long that I don't really read all the way through because it's essentially the same thing he wrote last time, reads the posts on this crappy blog that I never mentioned about, and tries. And tries. And tries. And tries. And tries. And tries. And tries. And tries. And tries.
And I'm tired.
So I attempt to show him that I'm not interested in him like that anymore. Because the person I spoke with online didn't match up to the person I saw in real life. I don't dig that.
He asks to hang out with me, to get coffee or tea or something. I tell him I have things to work on for my costuming classes, Plus, I hate coffee, tea, or when people watch me eat. Usually, people get the hint then.
He then suggests we work on our assignments together. I told him that this usually involves me going into the city, getting whatever is necessary. If I wanted anyone to go along, I would probably ask, but I much rather prefer to shop alone. Makes things a lot faster.
He blows it by asking if he can tag along. Common sense implies that if I said, "No" the last few attempts, it's not going to happen.
I don't dig clingy people.
When I'm alone, I'm alone for a reason. This is different from being lonely.
He thinks he understands. I'm well aware that no one can truly understand another.
There are many things to describe me, but "mean" is a bit juvenile.
One friend who I greatly respect accurately described me as, "Being a bitch, but not being a cunty-bitch."
If you can't handle me like that, then you can't handle me when I'm worse. Or honest. And realistic. I don't want reasons to why you want me to be your "friend". This isn't a contest in the 8th grade. Of course everyone tries, but when I recognize how much that person is trying, then it's a turn off.
I've dealt with the clueless who have told me the same old junk since year one, that I'm "beautiful, talented, smart." Maybe I do seem heartless and cold but I can't a robot at the same time.
So maybe I do come across as "mean."
But, if you're not going to get it, I will spit acid and leave you in the cold.
And if I be brutal and say it's time to stop, then so be it.
And this goes for anyone and everyone.
Saturday, March 15, 2014
To the Outspoken Woman/Loudmouth in my Class
(There is a class I'm taking this semester that allows for discussion on readings that, naturally, causes for different opinions to emerge. One particular peer, however, voices her opinion virtually any chance she gets. This is me venting)
To the outspoken woman,
I've known you for quite some time. I've caught on to the fact that you often don't read/fulfill certain assignments and, to cover for that, you ask as many questions during class. Others may find you to be inquisitive. I think it's just a strategy of wasting time. I would know because I do the exact opposite by keeping quiet when I haven't done anything. But this is just part of why I'm writing this.
The other day, when we were asking questions, you rather loudly scoffed at the question another peer had asked. "How do we 'dehumanize' men?'" This was, rather conveniently, written next to a question I had written, "What about male rape victims?" I had asked this in response to the diatribe on female rape victims you unleashed about how the way they dressed/behaved certainly did not mean they deserved to be rape. So imagine my surprise when, slightly ticked off, I asked you the same question, in a more serious tone and you just looked at me, slightly tongue tied. And imagine my frustration when, as an attempt to cover yourself, you said you were "frustrated" at the prospect of the question.
Ms. Loudmouth Time Waster, please consider this.
Yes, men can be a part of a few of same issues you frequently bring about in class. Yes, men can be raped, dehumanized, and objectified. Trust me, I have been there time and again. And I did catch you roll your eyes, during your own presentation, when you spoke about people who did not want to be restricted to the standard "male/female" gender roles. And I do not appreciate it when you run your mouth every five seconds while there are others who want to be heard as well.
There are many things I would love to call you but that means you would have won something. And with every battle, I lose more of myself, so why risk it. Not everyone thinks the same way as you do, nor would they want to. You are not the way you are strictly due to your ethnicity. Stop talking and complaining and DO something for once.
And, for the love of God, consider this:
HuMan
Huwoman
Catch my drift?
-A rambling, frustrated mind.
To the outspoken woman,
I've known you for quite some time. I've caught on to the fact that you often don't read/fulfill certain assignments and, to cover for that, you ask as many questions during class. Others may find you to be inquisitive. I think it's just a strategy of wasting time. I would know because I do the exact opposite by keeping quiet when I haven't done anything. But this is just part of why I'm writing this.
The other day, when we were asking questions, you rather loudly scoffed at the question another peer had asked. "How do we 'dehumanize' men?'" This was, rather conveniently, written next to a question I had written, "What about male rape victims?" I had asked this in response to the diatribe on female rape victims you unleashed about how the way they dressed/behaved certainly did not mean they deserved to be rape. So imagine my surprise when, slightly ticked off, I asked you the same question, in a more serious tone and you just looked at me, slightly tongue tied. And imagine my frustration when, as an attempt to cover yourself, you said you were "frustrated" at the prospect of the question.
Ms. Loudmouth Time Waster, please consider this.
Yes, men can be a part of a few of same issues you frequently bring about in class. Yes, men can be raped, dehumanized, and objectified. Trust me, I have been there time and again. And I did catch you roll your eyes, during your own presentation, when you spoke about people who did not want to be restricted to the standard "male/female" gender roles. And I do not appreciate it when you run your mouth every five seconds while there are others who want to be heard as well.
There are many things I would love to call you but that means you would have won something. And with every battle, I lose more of myself, so why risk it. Not everyone thinks the same way as you do, nor would they want to. You are not the way you are strictly due to your ethnicity. Stop talking and complaining and DO something for once.
And, for the love of God, consider this:
HuMan
Hu
Catch my drift?
-A rambling, frustrated mind.
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
When I Had Enough of the Company
Because I'm an overachiever, I tend to get emails from the higher ups of a particular theatre company that I lovingly complain about constantly to friends. The same company that I refer to productions as "chicken-shit gigs", where my dad tends to shut me down over not-so-subtle jealously, and the one that I'm, to put it bluntly, sick and tired of.
So it takes great amounts of willpower to not send a profanity laced email to these higher ups like the moment I had when I got an email for the summer production. I've learned from last time that these do not pay well, the experience is not worth it really, and I'm better off finding something else.
This is my response, to keep it semi-professional:
"Sorry, but I will not be available. But thanks for asking."
What I REALLY wanted to write:
"Sorry, but I have absolutely no interest, especially after the nightmares of virtually EVERY show that I've been a part of, most of which nearly turned me off from performing ever again. Frankly, I fail to find the sincerity of the words in your email. If I truly were someone who you would "immediately think of" when it comes to dedication, you wouldn't be giving me the wikipedia version of the show. We both know good and goddamn well that you only want me because I'm the only one who won't give you lip and because of my dad.
Well, I have had enough of putting up with this company of yours. I'm tired of the backstabbing. I'm tired of my dad shooting insults at me because he's jealous and everyone knows it. I'm tired of dealing with bitchy drama queens. And I'm especially tired of doing all of this for nothing but a lame 'thank you'. Until things change, I don't want anything to do with you or the way you handle your company. And if you think a meager $100 is going to change that, I may as well have an eating disorder in order to save on what you think will 'off-set some expenses [I] may incur while participating in this production'. Yes, $100 is REALLY going to offset all the traveling, food, living expenses, etc. And I'm a natural blonde.
But thanks for asking."
So it takes great amounts of willpower to not send a profanity laced email to these higher ups like the moment I had when I got an email for the summer production. I've learned from last time that these do not pay well, the experience is not worth it really, and I'm better off finding something else.
This is my response, to keep it semi-professional:
"Sorry, but I will not be available. But thanks for asking."
What I REALLY wanted to write:
"Sorry, but I have absolutely no interest, especially after the nightmares of virtually EVERY show that I've been a part of, most of which nearly turned me off from performing ever again. Frankly, I fail to find the sincerity of the words in your email. If I truly were someone who you would "immediately think of" when it comes to dedication, you wouldn't be giving me the wikipedia version of the show. We both know good and goddamn well that you only want me because I'm the only one who won't give you lip and because of my dad.
Well, I have had enough of putting up with this company of yours. I'm tired of the backstabbing. I'm tired of my dad shooting insults at me because he's jealous and everyone knows it. I'm tired of dealing with bitchy drama queens. And I'm especially tired of doing all of this for nothing but a lame 'thank you'. Until things change, I don't want anything to do with you or the way you handle your company. And if you think a meager $100 is going to change that, I may as well have an eating disorder in order to save on what you think will 'off-set some expenses [I] may incur while participating in this production'. Yes, $100 is REALLY going to offset all the traveling, food, living expenses, etc. And I'm a natural blonde.
But thanks for asking."
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