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[11 Mar 2009|12:57am] |
I still check my friends page every now and then. I haven't posted in over a year.
I am living in Seattle. In Ballard, actually. I am working at an elementary school and as a teaching artist for the Seattle Children's Theatre. I am an actor in the local fringe theatres.
I have wonderful friends and a great girlfriend (of 7 months now, go figure).
For the first time in a very long time I can honestly say I am truly happy.
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[28 Feb 2008|11:51am] |
My only love sprung from my only hate...
Romeo & Juliet
by William Shakespeare
Directed by Lisa Confehr and Kaitie Warren
Where & When
February 28th through March 22nd
Thursdays-Saturdays at 8pm, Sundays at 2pm
At Balagan Theatre's new location!
1117 E Pike St,
Seattle WA 98122
on the corner of 12th and East Pike
ROMEO & JULIET
The Most Excellent and Lamentable Tragedy...
The foiled comedy. The unexpected tragedy. For four centuries, people have looked at Romeo and Juliet as one of the greatest love stories of all time. Crossing generations and cultures with its ever-relevant themes of love, hate, and rifts within a society, the excellent and lamentable tragedy has resonances that can be found in texts as old as the Bhagavad Gita and the Bible. Regardless of time and place, the dualities of hate and love, dark and light, and unity and division are ever-present elements of society. Romeo and Juliet is a story of humanity, of finding love within a world of hate, and of the ability human beings have to inspire change within one another. Balagan Theatre puts the focus on that story as it tells the tale of the star-crossed lovers and the impact they make upon the hate-riddled world around them.
Features:
Mark Carr, Richard Clairmont, Adam Davis, Rebecca Davis, Curtis Eastwood, Banton Foster, Susan Graf, Sam Hagen, Ryan Higgins, Thomas Maier, Jesse Ross, Allison Strickland, Sean Taylor, Bobby Temple, Kara Thornes, Christine White
Tickets!
PRICE:
General: $15 online, $20 at the door
Students, Seniors, Military, TPS: $12 online, $15 at the door
Doors/box office opens 1/2 hour before curtain
TICKETS:
www.BalaganTheatre.org/ticketinfo.php
or Brown paper Tickets 1-800-838-3006
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[23 Dec 2007|04:56am] |
This has been dormant for quite a while.
I live in Seattle now. I work at Seattle Children's Theatre as a house manager and an apprentice teacher with the drama school. I am in a play, called Jesus Loves Bunnies, that closes tonight. The next play I am in is Romeo and Juliet, which opens in February.
Anybody out there?
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[29 Jul 2007|03:02pm] |
It's been a while since I've used this thing.
Honestly, it is kind of intimidating. I think I may start a new one. You know, to transition into this new phase of life I'm in. Though I may just start a blogblog. My old LJ was full of sophomoric angst, this one started as a travel journal to symbolize the new me in Africa. I think it's time I considered putting all of this away. Fluid transition is impossible. Let the dying embers ashen, flood, stir, flood, stir. Only I can prevent forest fires.
In brief update-land, I live in Seattle now and have been interning at Seattle Children's Theatre for the past month and a half. I love this extremely challenging, dynamic, fulfilling job. I'm never bored and, though exhausted, always excited to wake up in the morning. And that's nice.
Oh, and the last Harry Potter book was good. It redeemed and revived the ethos I thought it came dangerously close to destroying in the sixth book.
And I'm going to see Daft Punk today. And that is also nice.
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| When music speaks more than my words can |
[25 Feb 2007|02:05am] |
If anyone wants a window into my soul right now, listen to these songs:
Beatles - I'll Cry Instead
Xiu Xiu - I Luv the Valley OH!
Bjork - 5 Years
A Perfect Circle - Sleeping Beauty
Tegan & Sara - This is Everything
Erlend Øye - Sudden Rush
Foo Fighters - Razor
Dashboard Confessional - The Places You Have Come to Fear the Most
Ben Harper and the Innocent Criminals - Walk Away
Johnny Cash - A Legend in My Own Time
Röyksopp - 49 Percent
Mike Doughty - Looking at the World from the Bottom of a Well
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[24 Dec 2006|01:55am] |
I'm in San Antonio.
And drunk.
Go figure.
It's finally sinking in... done with... done with... done for... no more....
I'm already being overwhelmed with nostalgia and what I fear on the horizon may be regret.
We'll see.
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| Since, you know, I'm finishing college...What's your Catcher in the Rye? |
[19 Dec 2006|07:31pm] |
This was a facebook note, but many people ignored it.
Finally my reading list is not imposed on me by my academic superiors.
So what I'm looking to do is make an extensive list of books recommended to me by my friends. I want to know what your book is.
The book that has shaped who are or speaks to you on a profound level.
If you were to be carrying a book when being arrested for the murder of John Lennon, what book would it be?
One book.
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[19 Dec 2006|06:36pm] |
I, uh, just turned in my last college assignment.
Last
College
Assignment
You can call me an over-achiever, or you can call me a cut-and-runner.
FYI I leave tomorrow at 6:30 AM for "vacation." I'll be back on the fifth of January.
If anyone wants to come over between 1-5 and 1-10 to help me clean/move, I'll pay you in canned goods.
I might update more later. I have pretty much ignored this thing as of late. We'll see what happens. The sky is the limit.
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[09 Dec 2006|02:53am] |
Almost Perfect- INFP
40% Extraversion, 86% Intuition, 40% Thinking, 20% Judging
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So, you want to make the world a better place? Too bad it's never gonna happen.
Of all the types, you have to be one of the hardest to find fault in. You have a selfless and caring nature. You're a good listener and someone who wants to avoid conflict. You genuinely desire to do good.
Of course, these all add up to an incredibly overpowered conscience which makes you feel guilty and responsible when anything goes wrong. Of course, it MUST be your fault EVERYTIME.
Though you're constantly on a mission to find the truth, you have no use for hard facts and logic, which is a source of great confusion for those of us with brains. Despite this, in a losing argument, you're not above spouting off inaccurate fact after fact in an effort to protect your precious values.
You're most probably a perfectionist, which in this case, is a bad thing. Any group work is destined to fail because of your incredibly high standards.
Disregard what I said before. You're just easy to find fault in as everyone else!
Luckily, you're generally very hard on yourself, meaning I don't need to waste my precious time insulting you. Instead, just find all your own faults and insult yourself.
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[09 Sep 2006|12:48pm] |
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[03 Sep 2006|03:02am] |
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The cast list is up! I was cast as Demetrius in the fall faculty production of A Midsummer Night's Dream.
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[01 Sep 2006|03:47pm] |
Momentary selflessness led me to take home a lost cat, all the while neglecting to acknowledge the bitter inevitability that doing so would, because of my horrible allergy to cats, ruin the rest of my afternoon.
Sniffle.
Callbacks for Midsummer are tonight.
I'm going to do laundry now. I'm tired of wearing dirty clothes.
Is there more going on in my life? Probably.
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[14 Aug 2006|06:53pm] |
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Well, I'm alive.
I've barely updated this thing in the longest time. It was a good way to keep up with people while I was in South Africa, and I haven't done much with it since then, other than briefly afterwards, when I returned to the obscurities of which I was guilty pre-Africa. Pre-opening.
I'm in San Diego, currently, at a pub with wi-fi, and I've had a few beers, so I'm a little lubricated. I drove down here last Monday, so I suppose that makes it a week of being here. Well, I left on Monday, and 20 hours or so later arrived in San Diego. I'd planned on the possibility of stopping in San Francisco as I've done a few times in the past, to see Joey, but I waited too late and didn't call, and on top of that was really curious if I could manage the entire drive in one go, so I left around 1 PM last monday, drove through the night and arrived the next morning some time. I'm here visiting Andrea, and, well, as per facebook, "It's Complicated."
I'm having a pretty good time, though she's at work from morning until late evening, so I spend most of the day by myself, wandering around town on foot (driving for 21 hours sure has made me anti-vehicle). I've had good time journaling at cute little coffee shops and snickering at California in general. I am truly a Texas boy.
We went int Tijuana last night, or last evening I should say. I'd never been to this part of Mexico. I am, as I mentioned before jaded with all the pride of a Texan border-dweller, but was open-minded going into the experience. We cross the border and are greeted with a giant McDonalds, and wander down a few shopping streets, blessed with Burger King, Domino's, etc. I'm a little uncomfortable with this, but into the experience in general. Our plan is to go to dinner after experiencing one of the well-known street taco stands, but decide to stop for a margarita in a cantina along the way (my favorite way to experience Mexico on my terms). We stopped into a place and almost immediately realized it was a mistake, but as I said, I was looking for an "experience." It was one of those places with crap everywhere and signs that say "THE place to party" or "I gave up smoking, drinking and sex. It was the worst 10 minutes of my life." We ordered margaritas, and were served with two. It was 2 for 1 happy hour, of course. After a brief interlude of really loud music (think Girls Just Want to Have Fun, and California Love) Anyway, this dude came over with a whistle. Grabbed my head, shook it, then hit me in the forehead. He tilted my head back, then poured tequila in my mouth. He then hit me in the back of the head, as if to make me swallow it, then shook my head again. This process was repeated three times or so, then he asked me for three dollars. I complied, kind of chuckling. I felt like such a gringo, like any of these bourgeois cali folk coming down for a "Mexican" experience. It happened again later, by a different guy.
The place at which I am typing this long narrative is starting to fill up with customers who are consuming food, whereas I am only consuming beer and occupying a table fit for four diners. As such, the two women running the place have begun frequenting my table, asking if I need anything else. I don't, so I'll be leaving.
Shucks, I was enjoying this ramble.
Tomorrow I'm going to the zoo. I'm going back up to Tacoma this Thursday, for my play, then returning to so-cal to visit my mom in Santa Barbara on Sunday.
My phone is retarded. And I don't mean that in that general derogatory way, I mean that it is handicapped. It has an inconsistent functionality.
Regardless, as my internet access is very sparing, that's the best way to get a hold of me.
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[22 Jul 2006|06:46pm] |
We opened the show today at the Museum of Glass.
I think we had 10 people in the audience for the second show.
I guess that's the thing about performing in the afternoon at a glass museum.
If any of y'all are planning on coming, bring as many friends as you can. It sure is frustrating to perform to an empty house.
Still fun.
2 down, 28 more to go!
Wheeeee. Starting tomorrow... *hint hint*
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[19 Jul 2006|10:10am] |
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I don't really know why I even keep this thing around anymore. I check it rarely these days and find myself so behind that I give up on reading back too far. I hope I haven't missed anything important in the lives of my friends.
I've felt constantly busy lately, which is odd considering I don't have a considerable amount of obligation. I am in the Astronomy summer session, which is at 1:30 pm each day of the week. There's only six of us in the class and the professor is the type that teaches because he wishes he never left college in the first place. The other day we watched a movie on the Aurora. Afterwards he lit a candle on the table at the front of the room, then sat behind it with the lights still dim. The man then recited a 20 minute rendition of The Ballad of the Northern Lights. It's the perfect summer course. I'm learning all kinds of neat party trivia, and will have an easy A.
On top of that, I'm in the play at the Museum of Glass, and we open this weekend. It's been a pretty crazy process. UPS alums are the entire crew, I'm one of the four actors, the other three of which were connected through Craigslist. If any of you have seen anything written by Dashel Milligan in the past, you probably know he's crazy. Well... he's also directing this one. It's a trip and a treat. The element of sheer insanity permeates the entire production, and it's almost always very exciting.
Shows are, I think:
1 and 3 pm
July 22 23 29 30
August 5 6 19 20 26 27
September 2 3 (maybe)
That's 24 runs. Whew. The good news is they're paying me!
Not much else to report. I suppose I should talk about Uganda at some point. Soon. With commented assurance of readership, I might expedite.
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[27 Jun 2006|01:59am] |
I'm back in Tacoma, USA.
Uganda was an amazing adventure. Too unbelievable to put into words just yet.
I am now the proud owner of a circular scar on my right hand from taking flaming shots of Zappa in a Cuban night club in the war-torn northern regions of Gulu, Uganda.
Beat that.
More later, now a futile attempt at sleep.
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[14 Jun 2006|03:10pm] |
I'm in Kampala, Uganda, on a very slow computer at an internet cafe.
Things have been interesting so far. I'm sure they will continue to be so.
Apologies to anyone I forgot to bid farewell to before departing.
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[08 Jun 2006|02:26am] |
I leave for the airport in two hours.
I probably won't be online again for 2.5 weeks.
I'm going to Uganda. Wish me luck. I didn't get a cholera vaccine.
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[03 Jun 2006|12:53am] |
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Find your own pose!
Paper Dolls don't do well when separated; they need regular physical contact to keep in sync. If forced to remain apart for a stretch any longer than eight to ten hours, they can sometimes feel untethered, or even dizzy. But once reunited, all it takes is the simple brush of fingers, or a surreptitious foot-on-foot press under the table, and all is right with the Paper Dolls once again.
I'm back in San Antonio.
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[29 May 2006|03:13am] |
I'm in San Antonio. I feel like I've been completely sucked away from the real world. I stay up ridiculously late and sleep into the day. As much as I like home, I kind of hate it. It's just not home anymore. It's like diabetic milk chocolate.
I've been avoiding my father's calls for about a month, but I need to call him tomorrow. I have to drive down to see him in the next few days. Frankly, I'd just rather not.
I'm also really really broke. Like really. (A perk of being at home, free food, and I went grocery shopping for my mom today and bought beer)
I'm tired of this already.
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| Viva Las Vegas |
[27 May 2006|07:53pm] |
Yes, I'm drinking beer through a straw out of a plastic football.
On my way from Tacoma to San Antonio, I stopped in Albuquerque for a layover, but my flight was delayed for like 4 something hours because of weather in Chicago. So I asked if I could just fly on the next flight to Vegas, which left in 20 minutes. They let me fly that night to Vegas and leave the next day at 11:45 AM without paying anything. I love you, Southwest Airlines.
I realized being in Tacoma after school ended how much I enjoy my friends. I like being out of classes, and I like hanging out with who i want to hang out with when I want to. I'm looking forward to graduation.
I always have more to say.
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| The story of my life |
[26 May 2006|05:08pm] |
Life is crazy.
Hard not to want to turn back time and change things or push for things you maybe shouldn't have given up on.
Ah well.
We move forward.
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[26 May 2006|05:06pm] |
I just got an email from Amazon
Amazon.com recommends Satanic Rituals and more.
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[23 May 2006|12:13pm] |
My Aliases
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Your movie star name: Hot Wings Harris
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Your fashion designer name is Adam Rome
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Your socialite name is BigA Durban
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Your fly girl / guy name is A Dav
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Your detective name is Beaver Heights
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Your barfly name is Trail Mix Tequila
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Your soap opera name is Dolman Harrison
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Your rock star name is Violet Crumble Rapids
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Your star wars name is Adalon Davjan
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Your punk rock band name is The Content Foot
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[23 May 2006|04:37am] |
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I've been talking about this with some people recently. Casual sex. I've always been conflicted about it, because I just don't know how it works. Different people have different philosophies.
I don't necessarily speak out of a great wealth of experience, but I feel like this is a basic structure of how I view the whole thing. I'm actually a pretty old fashioned guy. I'm an advocate of monogamy. I admit to a double-standard when it comes to the behavior of men and women. But I also acknowledge the time and place in which I live. I enjoy freedom and human connection. Enough of my old fashioned values are tainted with new world hedonism that I just don't have a cohesive opinion on human sexuality. The fact that I'm blathering about casual sex on the internet should not necessarily imply it applies to my life. I've actually lived a pretty tame life. Well that's a lie, but I'm certainly not deserving of the criticisms that posting this will probably get me.
I've developed a four-tier system for my basic understanding of casual sex. People on the spectrum ascend according to mutual respect and connection, or some analogous concept for which I am lacking the proper term. I'll slip back and forth between 1st, 2nd, and 3rd person without much regard.
-Tier One-
These are the people I don't respect enough to have sex with without losing respect for myself. The "I won't stoop that low" tier. Please remember that I'm not making this judgment based on looks.
-Tier Two-
These folks are hypothetical prime candidates. Sex can happen ideally here without the repercussions associated with tiers one and three. Though this sex isn't always good. It's more in the "place to thrust, preferrably moist" category. You just don't respect them enough to have romantic feelings for them. Biology at work.
-Tier Three-
These people I respect, or who respect me to a degree that makes casual sex precarious. These are the people with which feelings develop, where casual sex ceases to become casual, and pretty soon flirtation exceeds sexuality and flutters with romance. Expectations develop and undoubtedly someone wants more than the meaningless. Jealousy. In certain situations sex is alright, including but not limited to short time circumstances (ie visiting home for summer/holidays or just before moving away, though clearly communication must be made about the fact that circumstances supersede any potential lasting romance), etc.
-Tier Four-
These are rare. The stuff of legends. Sex is "meaningless," but not casual. It's rooted in a deep connection with a mutual understanding of the circumstances. Sex here is not seen as a building block (the danger of sex with tier threes) but as a celebration of what is already there.
Of course there are obvious blurred distinctions between "what sex is" and whether the perception of a tier is the same as a tier. I've definately found myself developing feelings I knew were best undeveloped. Loving comes too easy to me, I guess. Which is probably why my relationship/intimacy life is so convoluted.
I've never really liked the idea of casual sex because I generally romanticize sex in my own life to be like the magic in "Like Water for Chocolate." There's something about sexuality the way I like to percieve it that totally transcends biological directives. I mean, I'm 21 years old; I'm more than acquanted with biological directives, and while I acknowledge their impact on my life, I still choose to make distinctions.
I'd really like to hear what some other people have to say. This is really just a ramble and I'm not sure that I completely agree. I definately wasn't clear enough in my explanation, but it's 4:30 so I think I'm just going to go to bed.
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[22 May 2006|10:42pm] |
 | You scored as Iceman. Iceman is a very powerful but volitile X-man. His ego and reluctance to follow orders means that he often clashes with Cyclops. Despite being immature sometimes, he's very popular with the ladies and is an extremely powerful X-Man. Powers: Can lower the temperature in areas around him. Basically, he has a near limitless ability to freeze things and make massive amounts of ice.
Iceman | | 90% | Rogue | | 70% | Cyclops | | 65% | Wolverine | | 65% | Jean Grey | | 65% | Beast | | 60% | Colossus | | 60% | Emma Frost | | 60% | Nightcrawler | | 45% | Gambit | | 40% | Storm | | 35% | </td>
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