head_cheese (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} head_cheese) wrote,@ 2007-08-13 21:43:00 |
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hey i can be a blogger too
Boredom insists that I make some sort of post. I am at the Cape, in the town of Dennis. Hello, from Dennis.
big fish
Suddenly I find myself a senior. I've been wearing the title uncomfortably over the summer. It implies closure. Not the good kind of closure, but rather the "we don't know where he is or what he's doing but he's not here anymore" kind of closure, like Fortinbras after Hamlet.
Recently, after hanging out with various youngsters, I find myself more comfortable with the idea of being old. I was talking with a few friends of mine I was visiting about Brown theatre about this. We are now the personalities, the intimidating upperclassmen everyone has heard of.
To be notorious. That, I suppose, is the fun of it.
a thought
Is blogging the new letter writing? A skill one develops both to keep in touch with one's friends and to display their education/intelligence?
the shape of things
If I can say anything about the summer, it's made me more certain than ever that I'm going to have to go into theatre. This means a day job, shows on shoestring budgets rehearsed after-hours, and probably expensive rent in New York City. But now I feel ready for that.
requisite vague post about my love life
No real news. I'm interested in someone new, I think she's interested in me, and I think we'd be good together. I occasionally substitute "hope" for "think" in those statements, depending on how confident I'm feeling at the moment.
Like most of Providence, she left today to go back home for a few weeks before school starts. We'll see what happens when she gets back.
the MA ma-gic ma-rathon tour
In the span of five days, I traveled and spent time in places throughout Massachusetts. Wednesday I took the train up from Providence to pick up the car at my house, and then headed out to Williamstown. If you've never been there, the drive is about 2.5 hours from Boston, the quickest route there winding its way through the Berkshires. It's hard to get my head around the fact that the state that I would most consider my home has just as beautiful mountain vistas as anywhere else. I would term it the perfect drive.
Thursday I returned to Boston, then headed down the Providence. Saturday had me spending the day at Whitehorse Beach in Plymouth and returning again for my friend's 21st birthday party. Sunday I headed out to Dennis. Hello, from Dennis.
one sentence reviews of things
Camel Turkish Silvers: My new cigarette of choice.
Plymouth water: Freaking cold.
The Bourne Ultimatum: An awesome action movie that might've made absolutely no sense if I wasn't familiar with tropes from 24 / The West Wing.
HP7: The movie is going to have to be 3 hours long, and the Battle of Hogwarts is going to have to take up a third of it, and maybe we can rework the Epilogue.
A Director Prepares by Anne Bogart: This book is changing my views on directing and art in general.
8mm: This is one doozy of a fucked up movie with strong neo-Noir influences and an interesting parallel between its subject matter and itself that basically all goes to hell in the last 20 minutes.
Munich: Turns out that Spielberg has directing chops after all, and he uses them to make this unflinching portrayal of revenge that strikes all sorts of chords with the War on Terror.
Iced soy latte at Starbucks: I would get this more often if I didn't feel like a complete girly man ordering it.
The Corn is Green at the Williamstown Theatre Festival: Strong performances all around, the show makes for great summerstock in basically being well-done storytelling, but the script has holes in logic and moral consistency that would prevent it of ever being stylistically elevated to the level that theatre is capable of / should be performed at.
RiRa: This downtown Providence "Irish" pub has surprisingly delicious food.
The summer: Exhilerating professional work, great new friends and a middling to passable social life, not including the epic drinking.
if i can't take my coffee break, something inside me dies
Dunkin Donuts on Thayer Street has closed. Well, technically it's moved to somewhere in Pawtuckett, but hell if I can get there. It comes as a shock I know. I'll have to take a stop into Blue State and see if they'll be able to pick up the slack.
Boredom insists that I make some sort of post. I am at the Cape, in the town of Dennis. Hello, from Dennis.
Suddenly I find myself a senior. I've been wearing the title uncomfortably over the summer. It implies closure. Not the good kind of closure, but rather the "we don't know where he is or what he's doing but he's not here anymore" kind of closure, like Fortinbras after Hamlet.
Recently, after hanging out with various youngsters, I find myself more comfortable with the idea of being old. I was talking with a few friends of mine I was visiting about Brown theatre about this. We are now the personalities, the intimidating upperclassmen everyone has heard of.
To be notorious. That, I suppose, is the fun of it.
Is blogging the new letter writing? A skill one develops both to keep in touch with one's friends and to display their education/intelligence?
If I can say anything about the summer, it's made me more certain than ever that I'm going to have to go into theatre. This means a day job, shows on shoestring budgets rehearsed after-hours, and probably expensive rent in New York City. But now I feel ready for that.
No real news. I'm interested in someone new, I think she's interested in me, and I think we'd be good together. I occasionally substitute "hope" for "think" in those statements, depending on how confident I'm feeling at the moment.
Like most of Providence, she left today to go back home for a few weeks before school starts. We'll see what happens when she gets back.
In the span of five days, I traveled and spent time in places throughout Massachusetts. Wednesday I took the train up from Providence to pick up the car at my house, and then headed out to Williamstown. If you've never been there, the drive is about 2.5 hours from Boston, the quickest route there winding its way through the Berkshires. It's hard to get my head around the fact that the state that I would most consider my home has just as beautiful mountain vistas as anywhere else. I would term it the perfect drive.
Thursday I returned to Boston, then headed down the Providence. Saturday had me spending the day at Whitehorse Beach in Plymouth and returning again for my friend's 21st birthday party. Sunday I headed out to Dennis. Hello, from Dennis.
Camel Turkish Silvers: My new cigarette of choice.
Plymouth water: Freaking cold.
The Bourne Ultimatum: An awesome action movie that might've made absolutely no sense if I wasn't familiar with tropes from 24 / The West Wing.
HP7: The movie is going to have to be 3 hours long, and the Battle of Hogwarts is going to have to take up a third of it, and maybe we can rework the Epilogue.
A Director Prepares by Anne Bogart: This book is changing my views on directing and art in general.
8mm: This is one doozy of a fucked up movie with strong neo-Noir influences and an interesting parallel between its subject matter and itself that basically all goes to hell in the last 20 minutes.
Munich: Turns out that Spielberg has directing chops after all, and he uses them to make this unflinching portrayal of revenge that strikes all sorts of chords with the War on Terror.
Iced soy latte at Starbucks: I would get this more often if I didn't feel like a complete girly man ordering it.
The Corn is Green at the Williamstown Theatre Festival: Strong performances all around, the show makes for great summerstock in basically being well-done storytelling, but the script has holes in logic and moral consistency that would prevent it of ever being stylistically elevated to the level that theatre is capable of / should be performed at.
RiRa: This downtown Providence "Irish" pub has surprisingly delicious food.
The summer: Exhilerating professional work, great new friends and a middling to passable social life, not including the epic drinking.
Dunkin Donuts on Thayer Street has closed. Well, technically it's moved to somewhere in Pawtuckett, but hell if I can get there. It comes as a shock I know. I'll have to take a stop into Blue State and see if they'll be able to pick up the slack.
