Hello everyone. Eric wants me to update or call him, and since I didn't see that he wanted me to call him before such timing would just be awful, I have decided to update.
First, an addendum. While I have indeed landed the role of Jack in Jack (or the Submission), I was mistaken about it being a lead role, per se. I am the focus of the play, yes; I am on stage for the whole bloody thing, yes; I have the longest single line in the play, yes (measuring forty-four standard lines of text [which is more than one page {of which I have memorized fourteen}]); but really, I'm not a lead. I mean, for the first five pages of the play--which constitutes approximately 1/6 of the play--I say nothing. But this doesn't mean my role isn't badass. My favorite parts? 1) Green hair (visible only at the end), 2) Kinky, existential horse sex, 3) Changing emotion six times in the course of five lines of text that are embedded in one of my lines, and 4) The presence of the word "catawampous" in one of my lines.
In other news, I'm seeking an internship with the Department of State--preferably one that will send me to Cameroon (which is in sub-Saharan Africa, for those of you who are geographically challenged) in the summer. This would mean, sadly, that I would see none of my blogging audience in the summer, but chances like this don't come often. Really, though, I should shut up about it now that I've mentioned it since I haven't even applied yet, admission to the program is extraordinarily competitive, and even if I did get in, I wouldn't find out until at least December.
In yet more news, I really should be memorizing my lines right now. But it's not an easy task. Especially considering that I'm working on my monologue o' death presently. I must say, it's a wonderful monologue, and if I can figure out exactly what I'm supposed to be saying (read some of Eugen Ionescu's [Eugène Ionesco's if you go by the French spelling] work and you'll see what I mean), it'll be damn sexy, yo.
In further news, I'm now very tired. And I must sleep (but not before memorizing an addition eight lines of text in my monologue). Good night, mis padres. Hasta la byebye.
(P.S. I have demanded through my biography to be printed in the show's playbill that someone videotape it. We just might get lucky.)
First, an addendum. While I have indeed landed the role of Jack in Jack (or the Submission), I was mistaken about it being a lead role, per se. I am the focus of the play, yes; I am on stage for the whole bloody thing, yes; I have the longest single line in the play, yes (measuring forty-four standard lines of text [which is more than one page {of which I have memorized fourteen}]); but really, I'm not a lead. I mean, for the first five pages of the play--which constitutes approximately 1/6 of the play--I say nothing. But this doesn't mean my role isn't badass. My favorite parts? 1) Green hair (visible only at the end), 2) Kinky, existential horse sex, 3) Changing emotion six times in the course of five lines of text that are embedded in one of my lines, and 4) The presence of the word "catawampous" in one of my lines.
In other news, I'm seeking an internship with the Department of State--preferably one that will send me to Cameroon (which is in sub-Saharan Africa, for those of you who are geographically challenged) in the summer. This would mean, sadly, that I would see none of my blogging audience in the summer, but chances like this don't come often. Really, though, I should shut up about it now that I've mentioned it since I haven't even applied yet, admission to the program is extraordinarily competitive, and even if I did get in, I wouldn't find out until at least December.
In yet more news, I really should be memorizing my lines right now. But it's not an easy task. Especially considering that I'm working on my monologue o' death presently. I must say, it's a wonderful monologue, and if I can figure out exactly what I'm supposed to be saying (read some of Eugen Ionescu's [Eugène Ionesco's if you go by the French spelling] work and you'll see what I mean), it'll be damn sexy, yo.
In further news, I'm now very tired. And I must sleep (but not before memorizing an addition eight lines of text in my monologue). Good night, mis padres. Hasta la byebye.
(P.S. I have demanded through my biography to be printed in the show's playbill that someone videotape it. We just might get lucky.)
2 Comments:
At 18 September, 2005 04:23,
Anonymous said…
-Travis-
I know this is a bit off topic, but have you heard the new Stones cd? =)
At 18 September, 2005 12:23,
Eric said…
what's the play about, exactly?
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