2006-2010
Monthly Archive for January, 2010
You might remember that I lovingly refer to January-March as “The Dark Ages”. This year, The Dark Ages have really been flying by because I’ve been so extremely busy. Up until two days ago, I was working on four shows simultaneously (in addition to school!); I was the LX/followspot op for one show, stage manager for one, stage crew for another and in rehearsal as crew for yet another show. Two of those shows closed in the past two days and the third goes into tech rehearsals tonight.
Damn, I’m exhausted.
I can totally handle working into the night (usually 7 – 11 PM for evening performances, although rehearsals are during the day), but what I don’t love so much is having to be awake at 6 AM for school. My love and passion for my art are keeping me going, though, and I only have to deal with this schedule for five more months (Class of 2010!).
Scheduling craziness aside, I really do love what I’m doing and I’m working with some truly amazing people. Oh, and I finally have some money in my pocket (a nice perk). Oh, and did I mention that I’m in talks to stage manage a show over the summer? I have tons of work in the pipeline, which is definitely a good feeling.
As long as I have my work to keep me busy, the Dark Ages won’t be so bad this year.
I’ve really enjoyed reading TUAW’s What We Want to see in iPhone 4.0 series and I’m looking forward to Wednesday’s “event”!
(0)What a convenient place to park your 18-wheeler! Never mind the fact that it’s hanging out into the road!
Miracle of miracles, look what the night dragged in,
It’s a pocket full of misery and trouble on the wind.
You spoiled the best years of your life, you took them all in vain,
Now you think that you’re forgiven but you can’t be born again.
And you say, “Why?”, you say, “Why?”, you say, “Why?”, don’t ask me why.
I don’t love you anymore, I don’t think I ever did,
And if you ever had any kind of love for me, you kept it all so well hid.
Promises, sweet promises, you kept them from your mind
Like all the lost forgotten things you never seemed to find,
Like all the disappointments you displayed upon your shelf.
Now you’ve got no-one to turn to, you’ve got no-one but yourself
And you say, “Why?” (Why, why, why, why?), you say, “Why?” (Why, why, why, why?)
You say, “Why?” (Why, why, why, why?), don’t ask me why.