shrimpchopsteve

so ike came through and knocked out the power. my dad and i have been in the dark for 3 days now and it’s already having dramatic effects on us. my dad is becoming an alcoholic because waiting for me at the bar is more fun than waiting for me in the dark, and i’m becoming a narcoleptic because reading scripts by candlelight is oh so sleep-inducing. but at least we know what’s what, and we’ve admitted to our problems, so we’re already one step up on those issues.

so much stuff has gone down since my last legitimate update. last week we worked with a guest artist from new york, annie lanzillotto. she was helping us create and shape our solo mios. we talked a lot about structure, delivery, you know, logistics, but it never really sank in until we constructed our caves. we made our caves by claiming random nooks and crannies and then we covered every possible surface with butcher paper. we performed whatever “ritual” we had to before we entered our newfound space, and then we wrote whatever entered our minds on the walls with sharpies. it was wild and savage and it worked. for me, i blindfolded myself with my jacket and picked up my ipod. i found a song that spoke to me, one that i felt deep connections with, and set it on repeat. and then i just wrote. and wrote. and wrote. most of what came out was illegible, but i was still shocked by the product.

i really need a haircut. again. god, my hair grows so fast! i need to find loraine, the costume designer for a christmas carol, and i need to convince her that my hair will be long again by the end of november. i just don’t have time…