<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153714779854024676</id><updated>2012-01-29T00:36:10.068-08:00</updated><category term='Cathy Dresbach'/><category term='Boom'/><category term='Actors Theatre'/><title type='text'>Actors Theatre of Phoenix</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome.  You've found the official blog for Actors Theatre of Phoenix.  Browse around...see if there's anything you like...talk back to us...whatever.  We're glad you're here! (*Please note - blogs may be posted by various writers - please check the author signature to find out who's yapping.  Typing.  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No matter how prepared I feel, no matter how well read I am on everything about the play... there is still that overwhelming sense of 'EEK!' once the voices of the other actors and the director are added to the equation and we get around the table to start pulling the story apart.  But, truth be told, this is my favorite part -- the process of figuring out the whats.  What makes these characters tick?  What do they want from each other?  What makes them do what they do?  And, in my mind, it is the initial confusion of what the answers to these questions might be that adds the most interesting human layers to a story.  So, for the next few days, I will embrace the confusion.  And I will have a fantastic time doing it.  Because I seriously dig playing with the big kids.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There is also the confusing juggle of family life, motherhood, cookies and rehearsal -- but I'll get into that more a little later...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;BLOG 2&lt;/b&gt;Grown up life can get very overwhelming.  Right now, I have a lot going on.  I am playing wife, mommy, actress, baker, dog wrangler, volunteer and Santa.  And -- I'm beat!  But here are a few things that made it all worth it:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1) Having a busy, bad day and then walking up to a dear friend, who gives a hug that somehow, makes it all better.2) Getting up on your feet in rehearsal for the first time, looking into the eyes of your fellow actor and knowing, without a shadow of a doubt, that the two of you are going to play like gangbusters together.3) Being released from rehearsal early, going home and being greeted by your sweet family's complete joy at seeing you, which is so palpable, you could wrap it around you like a quilt fresh out of the dryer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4) Snuggling with a little boy, who, as he is falling asleep, says, 'Mommy, you made my night.  I dig you.'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Yup.  Totally worth it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;photo: John Groseclose&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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But blogging is another story all together. I’m actually pretty shy. I mean, people who know me are often bombarded inappropriately with life snippets from the trivial to the sublime. But I find it intimidating to put stuff out there for the masses but as Next Fall enters its final week, I am inspired to put my fears aside and say something.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;First off, this process has been nothing but magical. The cast is full of old friends, many of which I hardly ever get to work with. Andi Watson is perfectly cast as Adam’s best girl friend, Holly. Andi and I go WAY back. She was in my first musical I ever directed The Will Rodgers Follies and Stagebrush theatre about a 100 years ago. We both are no nonsense actors who find very few topics off limits while chatting. Debra K Stevens and I were last seen together in Childsplay’s production of Time Again in Oz. She played a Chicken and I played a dancing rock.  She has a fascination with my butt (Debra, not the chicken). She Iikes to touch it and I like to let her. It’s a beautiful give and take. The David’s (Vining and Dickinson) are equally amazing and set various parts of my body a buzzing. They give SOOO MUCH on stage!  Vining and I may have done A Christmas Carol together but otherwise we’ve never shared a scene and Dickinson is the official recipient of my show crush. I keep pinching myself that I (this musical theatre post chorus boy actor) gets to play in their ball park of theatre. Last but never least is Chance Dean. He’s the newcomer from L.A. Let me tell you that I’m pretty shy around men. I am just deficient when it comes to flirting or even speaking with a man who I think is cute. It’s embarrassing and frankly pathetic. Chance is gorgeous (queue my awkwardness) so I was ready to be a blabbering idiot throughout rehearsals, but his demeanor and generous spirit has made feel comfortable right from the start. In fact, with this new found confidence, I think maybe I’m ready to practice some new pick up lines. Like “Hi, How you doin?” Hmmmm….maybe I need an entire football team of Chance’s to help me in that department. Adam (the character) is lucky to have found Luke. Robbie (The actor) is blessed to have Chance play opposite of him. He makes it easy for me to fall in love with him every single night. He makes every risk I take safe. Much respect goes to this man.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And then there is Matthew Weiner. Words will never express how thankful I am for this opportunity. This is perhaps the most challenging thing I’ve done and it’s definitely the most rewarding. It’s been a gift. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I’m serious when I say GET YOUR ASSES DOWN TO SEE THIS PLAY. If you are gay or lover of them, it’s a must. If you are human, it’s a must. If you’ve ever loved someone beyond boundaries or reason, it’s a must. You won’t be disappointed. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;See you at the theatre!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;photo: John Groseclose, (l to r) Chance Dean and Robert Kolby Harper&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Stevens (Arlene)'/><author><name>Actors Theatre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440319492096438808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1vbaXqqdXew/TqhicuJgAqI/AAAAAAAAASY/ITHhmr2YX4g/s72-c/debra.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153714779854024676.post-468172704775592632</id><published>2011-10-13T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T12:22:26.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEXT FALL blog 2: Andi Watson (Holly)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dSd7Dyak7HE/Tpc56XjKKVI/AAAAAAAAASM/cmntEfJ29TE/s1600/andi.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dSd7Dyak7HE/Tpc56XjKKVI/AAAAAAAAASM/cmntEfJ29TE/s320/andi.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“What are you doing right now?”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;“I'm in rehearsals for Next Fall.”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;“For what show and why are you rehearsing a year in advance?”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;“No, the name of the show is Next Fall.”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;“Oh. Hmph. Never heard of it.”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What I thought would be yet another amazing show that no one has heard of has already proven to be much more than I could possibly blog about in one sitting.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A lesson in serendipity.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just returned from my first visit to New York. This was my first trip to the city and was somewhat spontaneous in nature, so I didn't have much of an agenda. I had picked up my script two days before leaving so that I would have something to occupy myself on the plane and perhaps in the audition 'holding rooms'. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And here's where the serendipity begins...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Holly (the character I'm playing) is a citified hippie. She's part New York business woman, part crystal-clutching, shakra-healing, master of the downward dog. Her faith is in energies and higher powers rather than specific dieties and she finds comfort and fellowship among her self-help groups and charity fundraisers. I'm not afraid to admit that Holly and I share more than a few common characteristics, not all of them healthy or 'normal' by the majority standards, but we serve a necessary, if eclectic, function in the world. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When in NYC, I stayed with a friend at 73rd and Columbus and read (with some amusement) Holly's story about walking down 74th and Columbus. Some coincidence.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I read further to Butch's reference of his driver from JFK; “Saheed was a yakker with a lead foot,” and guffawed out loud. My driver from Newark Airport was a chatty Pakistani (in the city 22 years) named Sayyed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I could go on to include the many Jewish references in the show (most of which I had only just learned about from my friend Sandy – who bears the same last name as another character I reference)... or the shared favorite candle scents... or the pot-smoking friend named Rachel... but needless to say, I was emotionally bonded to the script (and Holly) after the first read.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But that isn't where the serendipity ends. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There is a kind of 'theatre magic' that happens on some projects that is unexplainable.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I had the opportunity to work with Matthew on Noises Off for Phoenix Theatre most recently, and further back had worked with David Vining as a dialect coach and Debra K. on a one-night reading of Lysistrata. I'd also worked at length with April Miller and David Dickinson at Southwest Shakes and Shakespeare Sedona. But the culmination of all this is Robert Harper, playing Adam, Holly's life-saver and BFF. 'Robbie' and I have worked numerous projects together. From community theatre, to corporate events, to private gigs to professional and regional theatres, he has alternately been my director, my choreographer, my teacher and my castmate. More than this, the man is my mentor and my friend. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And so it was, on the night of our first read-thru, that we sat across the table from each other as we read the final pages of our script.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;“He looked at me.”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My eyes met Robbie's... and with one look, he cracked open my heart and gutted my soul. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I understood at once what this play is about. It's about faith. It's about relationships. It's about protecting the ones we love. 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I hooped for over a minute.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art imitates life.  James, the 60 year old character I’m currently playing in Circle Mirror Transformation, briefly rediscovers an intoxicating feeling of youth and vigor when he finally manages to keep a hula hoop aloft for more than a few seconds.  I experienced the same sense of triumph last Friday, during a rehearsal break, when I decided to give the hula hoop one more try and discovered I could actually control the damn thing!  You see, I’ve been fretting about my ability to keep the hoop going since I was first cast in this play, back in December.  Every role brings new and specific challenges, of course.  That’s one of the things that makes acting such great fun.  But when I first read the script and discovered that James had to hoop—and hoop well enough to inspire other characters to applaud and exclaim: “Oh my god! That’s awesome!” and  “That was amazing.”—well,  I immediately recognized how fraught with the potential for public humiliation the “ hula hoop moment” truly was.  I quickly began a Valley-wide search for a hula hoop so I could begin practicing; however, I soon discovered they weren’t nearly as available as they were the last time I had any interest in hooping  (of course, that was during the hula hoop craze in the late 1950s, when I begged for one for my 10th birthday).  My 6 year old granddaughter, Mina, generously offered hers for practice—with free instruction.  Alas, the petite pink plastic circle was far too light for an old geezer like me.  So, I made a half  dozen fruitless hunting expeditions to local malls and shopping centers; finally. I found a large purple hoop that looked promising. I resolved to practice twice a day, in the morning and evening.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For legal reasons, I won’t reveal the name of the store where I discovered that wretched object (I will merely mention that the logo is ironically reminiscent of a big red hula hoop), but this purple piece of %$&amp;@ became the singular focus of my frustration and wrath for months. No matter how steadily, vigorously or voluptuously I rotated my hips or pulsated my pelvis, it clattered to my feet in seconds. And let me make this clear, this was not an inexpensive item…okay, it didn’t break the bank, but ….it was advertised as a top-of-the-line and indispensible piece of feminine athletic  equipment. What it was, actually, was an exercise in humiliation. I became obsessed, gyrating for hours at a time and getting absolutely nowhere. The whole exercise was made even less endurable by the fact that both of my dogs decided that the purple hoop was trying to cause me bodily harm and  therefore began a cacophony of protective and enthusiastic barking as soon as I was encircled by the horrid thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of my best efforts over the winter months, I began rehearsals last week feeling like a total Hula Hoop Failure. It was all the more galling because when I was ten (and yes, I did get the coveted hoop for my birthday), I had quickly become a Hooping Wunderkind. I used to hoop for hours every day-- I hooped on my knees, on my arms, up and down my torso, hooped around my neck (and developed a nasty case of eczema for my efforts), I hooped up and down our apartment stairs. And even though I was a very shy little boy, I managed to snatch the crown of victory from dozens of hopeful, hooping girls and win a neighborhood contest! However, although I may gained a lot more confidence since 1958, I have also completely lost the narrow waist that made hooping such a snap.  I might also mention here that although one often hears the phrase, “Oh, it’s just like riding a bicycle.”, I can’t recall ever hearing anyone say, “Oh, it’s just like mastering the hula hoop!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, imagine with what trepidation I approached the prop hula hoop waiting for  me in the corner of the rehearsal room on the first day of rehearsal.  But I should have known that Actors Theatre’s wonderful stage manager, April Miller, would have scouted out the very best hoop available.  After only a few false starts I was able to find the proper pelvic momentum and I kept the hoop going almost effortlessly!  Thank you, April---I swear the hoop you found almost rotates itself!  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The show is called THIS.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At auditions for THE VIBRATOR PLAY last summer...&lt;br /&gt;“What show is Ron directing?”&lt;br /&gt;“THIS.”&lt;br /&gt;“OH. I didn’t know he was directing THE VIBRATOR PLAY, I thought he was doing something else.”&lt;br /&gt;“No, THIS. The name of the play is THIS.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har har.&lt;br /&gt;Mildly confusing title.&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;But a gorgeous play.&lt;br /&gt;I spend a majority of my time directing at Stray Cat. There, a lot of what we traffic in are existential crises of people in their teens and 20’s. Something we’ve been doing since we started the company 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, 10 years later – I’m not that age anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read THIS in American Theatre magazine in one sitting last winter while I was at Stray Cat babysitting the building (it sounds weird, I know...but I really was). The second I finished it, I texted Matthew (Wiener – Actors Theatre’s Artistic Director) and said he should read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really glad he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been extremely fortunate to have been afforded the opportunities I’ve gotten at Actors Theatre the past 5 seasons.  It’s not just any professional theatre who will take in a maverick director with virtually zero pedigree and let them do their thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS, though (pun not intended, though, inevitable) is the first work I’ve ever had ownership of from the word go.  I’ve never selected the shows I’ve directed for Actors Theatre before. Which, to be frank, is frightening and exhilarating all at once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the million dollar question is always, “What the hell is THIS?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve read that it’s Jerry &lt;em&gt;Seinfeld&lt;/em&gt;-like.&lt;br /&gt;Which I kind of get.&lt;br /&gt;There’s no PLOT, per se, but the show is not about “nothing” and plus I think it’s crazy funny. I never thought Seinfeld was. (Sorry.) Though to be fair, if you DID think Seinfeld was a riot, I’ve been told you will absolutely LOVE this show. Who am I to argue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve heard it compared to &lt;em&gt;thirtysomething&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Which I’ve never seen so maybe it is. Somehow. (especially since &lt;em&gt;thirtysomething&lt;/em&gt; was based on THE BIG CHILL which brings me to…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ollie (in his blog) compared it to THE BIG CHILL.&lt;br /&gt;Which on a number of levels I agree with.&lt;br /&gt;Dramedy – check.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing cast – check.&lt;br /&gt;Fractured marriage – check.&lt;br /&gt;Death of a member of their group – check.&lt;br /&gt;But the death happened a year ago. &lt;br /&gt;And thematically it certainly traffics in similar territory – the reconstruction of hope, the discovery of how all your idealism of the past has real life limitations…blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;No Kevin Costner, though. (Which I’m more than OK with.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s always muddy, for me, addressing what it is about a show that ‘speaks to me’ or whatever. I’m just not that good at it. Sure, I write down a bunch of stuff before I go into rehearsal so I sound smart when I talk to the actors for the first time but I think it was Peter Brook who talked about his “formless hunch”. There’s something in the play that catches me totally off guard and moves me to laugh, cry...whatever...and I may not be entirely sure &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that is…or &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;…but it’s something that says I have to do it...cuz maybe it’ll help me figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, cerebrally, that the play speaks to me on a number of levels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  I, much like the characters in the show, am fumbling towards middle age. Seriously I’m like a year off. Am I really where I thought I’d be?  Am I doing what I should be doing? Can I tell you how many people I tell them what I do for a living and they look at me like I can’t possibly be serious or ask “So why don’t you do movies?” It’s exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  I, much like Jane in the play, have dealt recently – not with the death of my husband – but with the death of a peer – someone the same age as I am – as well as my mother – who was always my strongest support system. My rock. All within the span of like two months. And it all happened about a year ago. Exactly like the timeline in the play. Trust me. This kind of stuff pulls the rug out from anyone at any stage of life. But there really is something a little more profound when it happens during middle age.  I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  I, much like Alan in the play, am gay, about to turn 40, and terminally single…and wondering how much hope there may or may not be for some kind of fulfilling relationship in the future. I’m not a Debbie Downer “waaah no one thinks I’m pretty. Waaah.” I have self-esteem. I know I deserve someone amazing. I know I have the capacity to love beyond measure. But. I have an insane schedule. Youth is still valued above most else in society. I don’t make a ton of money. I could afford to lose a thousand pounds. I have a co dependent cat. Plus, I’m also a picky bitch. So...now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  I, much like the entire group in the play (save Jean-Pierre), have a very close knit group of friends that I have known since college – (many of us actually started Stray Cat together – and yet over the course of 10 years, as of this season, I’m now the only “founding” member left.) So we all are now approaching middle age and babies are introduced and relationships are splintering off, and I sometimes wonder what it is that keeps us together.  There is obviously that common denominator of what we all were doing together in the PAST…but we’re all such different people now. We became friends under very different and younger circumstances and now it sometimes feels like we’re hunkering down together and just praying we’re dressed for the storm. Or whatever’s coming. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that?&lt;br /&gt;Is my...THIS.&lt;br /&gt;That...&lt;strong&gt;stuff&lt;/strong&gt; that you so urgently want to address but words always seem to fail when you try.&lt;br /&gt;It’s my THESE, really.&lt;br /&gt;We all have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s what the play is.&lt;br /&gt;A group of close friends – people who have spent arguably too much time together – all with a rolodex of “THIS”es – trying to navigate their way into middle age and wondering if the hand they thought they were dealt are actually the cards they’re holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know that any of what I’m saying illuminates what the hell the play is.  Or what it’s about.&lt;br /&gt;But I do know that no play in recent memory has affected me as immediately and deeply as this one has.&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t say crap like that lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know that anyone will like it or feel the deep ache I feel watching certain scenes or laugh as hard as I do at certain scenes or well up like I do at certain exchanges or get goosebumps like I do hearing certain things in the play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;Because THIS...has it all.&lt;br /&gt;And I look forward to sharing it with you in a few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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It is work that forces you to delve into the lives of other people and learn about places you've never been.  I've learned so much about the world around me from the characters I've had to play.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A script will give you a lot of clues about who your character is, but often will not give you many specifics about details of a character's life.  You have to fill that piece in yourself as the actor.  So, in this case, my character is Jean-Pierre, a French doctor who is currently working for Doctors Without Borders.  The script doesn't mention anything about what he does with the organization, who he works with or where he works.  However, I have to have answers to all these questions in my head to fill out my character's life.  So I have decided that Jean-Pierre has been working in a IDP camp (Internally Displaced Persons) in the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC).  This is a French speaking country and would most likely be staffed by doctors from the French branch of Doctors Without Borders or Médecins Sans Frontières (MSF).  Civil war in the area has forced thousands of people from their homes and MSF fights not only with the casualties of the war in terms of wounded civilians and soldiers, but also malnutrition, TB, cholera and malaria that often break out in the displaced populations.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who couldn't make it to our fabulous First Rehearsal Party, the actors put up the first ten minutes of the play in which I have a phone call with a colleague at MSF.  I then proceed to mention the name Bob three times.  So after finishing the scene, I got the question, "Who is Bob?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer at the party was slightly incorrect because I got my titles wrong.  But knowing who Bob might be is really important to my story as the character even though it is trivial to the play.  So I answer the question of "who is Bob" in the following way for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The script mentions that an ambulance has been attacked breaking an agreement that had been put in place with the local military leader, Adou, who is also mentioned.  This is a big deal and very upsetting because it puts the entire project's safety and existence at stake.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have decided that Bob is the Head of Mission for MSF in the DRC.  Jean-Pierre is talking to the Field Coordinator at the IDP Camp in the DRC.  It is important to talk to Bob because before a project can be pulled from the field, which I threaten in the speech, the Field Coordinator has to talk to the Head of Mission to make the decision.  Because the jobs on a mission are so demanding a staff member's missions is usually less than 6 months in duration.  The positions are continually being refilled by fresh staff members who may not know everything about the job.  Because of this turnover I'm assuming that the Field Coordinator is new to his job and needs to talk to Jean-Pierre who actually has more experience on the ground as a doctor although he isn't actually in charge of the site administratively.  Many of the people working at MSF do multiple missions and I'm assuming from Jean-Pierre's age (the script says late-thirties) that he has done multiple missions and is a rising star in the ranks of the organization.  Every staff member at MSF gets a much needed vacation mid-mission.  Jean-Pierre has chosen to use his vacation to attend a high profile conference and do fundraisers in New York City and will be returning to the field in a few days after the conclusion of the play.  A large portion of money that supports the French branch of MSF comes from the United States.  MSF United States is actually a subsidiary of MSF France so it would make sense that Jean-Pierre is in New York to raise money and awareness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To set the record straight for those a the First Rehearsal Party I said that the decision to pull a project from the field was between the "Head of Project" and the "Chief Medical Officer" instead of "Head of Mission" and "Field Coordinator."  So that was inaccurate!  However, my source for these titles and the functions they serve is actually from page twenty-seven of the book  "Six Months in Sudan" by James Maskalyk.  The book chronicles a six month mission to Sudan.   It is a highly entertaining book and I would recommend it to anyone.  It is a fun read because of the personal nature of the storytelling about some really tough people doing a really tough job.  If you need some instant gratification, he also has a blog about his time in Sudan at http://www.sixmonthsinsudan.com.  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As a teen I played Peter, and as a young man, I played Bob Cratchet beside my father’s Scrooge.  I have seen many versions of &lt;em&gt;A Christmas Carol&lt;/em&gt;, both plays, films, and musicals – some wonderful, some not.  And I have more than once read the short book.  Yet when Matthew Wiener called me last year and offered me the part of the “Miner,” my response was “for what show?”  “The Miner?  Where is he in the story?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even today, when friends ask me what part I play, they always look confused when I answer “the Miner.”  And then I inevitably explain that in Dickens’ book, during Stave III, the Ghost of Christmas Present shows Scrooge a brief scene of miners in the North who, despite awful living conditions, still found joy in the Christmas season.  But until The Actors Theatre’s version, so far as I know, the “miners” scene was never depicted in any film or stage version of the story.  I suppose at first blush the scene was just too brief or too unimportant to use.  That is, until Michael Grady, Matthew Wiener, and Alan Ruch thought about it more carefully – perhaps understanding how important this brief scene really was to Dickens’ social message and Christmas lesson.  I’m so glad they gave it a second look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, as I reprise the role, it has more meaning for me.  The entire world watched and cheered at the miracle of the 33 Chilean Miners, who after 69 days jubilantly emerged one-by-one from the half-mile-deep mine – a place we were convinced would be their tomb. This past month we learned of the tragedy of 29 New Zealand Miners killed in a massive underground explosion.  We shudder when we try to imagine the dark claustrophobic horror those miners endured. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet dangerous as mining seems today, mining was far more dangerous when Dickens wrote &lt;em&gt;A Christmas Carol&lt;/em&gt;.  In all of Dickens’ books, readers discover repeated themes of poverty, suffering, greed, and social responsibility.  Dickens exposed the victims of the industrial revolution – those that the greed inherent in the system had displaced and driven into poverty.  Perhaps none of Dickens’ books more directly argued that the wealthy members of that society were obligated to provide for the poor and destitute than does &lt;em&gt;A Christmas Carol&lt;/em&gt;.  And though the book is set in London, still Dickens didn’t forget about the miners of the north when he flew Scrooge up there for a brief look.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 1800’s, mining was the lifeblood of Britain’s world-dominating manufacturing industry.  Black coal powered the industrial revolution.  At the peak years of production, the coal miners of Wales and England hauled over 200 millions of tons of the fuel annually from the dark depths of that cold hard northern earth. Mining conditions have been noted as the worst of all working conditions of Victorian England.  Many writers, such as Elizabeth Barrett Browning in her poem &lt;em&gt;The Cry of the Children&lt;/em&gt;, wrote horror stories of children -- as young as 4 years old -- working 16 to 20-hour days in the dark-black underground coal mines.  They often worked for barely enough money to afford food.  Many wrote of the horrid conditions these children were forced to endure.  Browning’s shocking poem describes the mine as a dark, ruthless place that robbed children of their innocence and their soul – making them yearn for early death as an escape.  In the 1840’s, many reformers tried to expose the awful mining conditions and the mine owners’ exploitation of children.  Browning’s poem includes a powerful plea for change: "How long, O cruel nation, / will you stand to move the world, on a child’s heart" (Browning 153).  This plea was echoed by other social reformers, including Dicken’s brief portrayal of his Christmas miners in Stave III.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts of mining this year led me to do a bit of research into my own family’s history with mining.  I have known that my ancestors were miners, and that some of my ancestors spent time in English and Welsh mines in the 1800’s.  So for this blog, I did a bit of research for something more specific.  (Actually, the research was easy, I just asked my Mom).  Here is what I learned:  John Kirton, my paternal great-great grandfather (b. 1863), was born in Westmore, Northumberland, England, worked in a coal mine in Scofield, Carbon, Utah, and was killed in an underground mining explosion exactly one-hundred and ten years ago.  Thomas John Rees, my maternal great-great-great grandfather (yeah, that’s THREE greats) (b. 1816), grew up in Wales, Great Britain, and mined coal in both Great Britain and in Wales, Utah after immigrating as part of the Mormon migration west.  Thomas Benjamin Davis, also my maternal great-great-great grandfather (1822-1889) was also born in Wales, Great Britain, and mined coal there.  In 1856 he worked for a year in the coalfields in Scranton Pennsylvania so that he could earn funds to move his family to Utah.  He then worked in a Wales, Utah coal mine most of his later life.  And my great grandfather, Leon Ray Brown (1885-1929), a mine foreman in the Bingham Utah copper mine, died in the mine when he was younger than I am now.  His daughter, my grandmother was born in that mining town of Bingham, Utah, and told me stories of her mining-influenced childhood there.  I guess I am a miner in more ways that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year, I will step out on stage to sing the part of the Miner – Dickens' Miner, Micheal Grady’s Miner, Matthew Wiener’s Miner, Alan Ruch’s Miner – and my family’s many miners.  When I do, my thoughts will be of them, and of the miners in Chile, in New Zealand, and of the children of Browning’s poem.  When Scrooge points at me with my axe, coat and lantern props, and asks Christmas Past “who’s that,” I will know far better what the real answer is:  I am playing the part of a miner.  It is a part of my family’s history and a part of Dickens’ profound desire to change his world for the better, and his belief that Scrooge and others -- who had caused these atrocities -- could change.  And I will play the part of David Rodgers – a third-generation college graduate who has never once been inside a mine – and who owes much of that to my mining ancestor’s hard work and belief that they could build a better world for their children.  And I will owe it to Browning’s and Dickens’ and other good-hearted people’s social movement that changed the world, and proved that humans could repent, abandon greed, and lift the lives of others.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Merry Christmas to you from the Miner and his family.  And this year may God bless us, everyone.   But especially the miners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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The Phoenix Light Rail System, bringing together the sane and seemingly insane one ride at a time!  I thoroughly enjoy taking the light rail everyday to rehearsal because of the fantastic people (characters?) and the awkward situations they put me in.  I often wonder if they think our conversations are normal, or if they KNOW they are awkward and thats why they start them -- to humor themselves.  Being that it's about the third week of rehearsal, I have been able to meet a lot of riders, but I've got to say my favorite person so far is this man I got to meet on February 12th.  It was on that infamous night ride home I got to meet a man that referred to himself as "Party Marty".  I met Party Marty because as soon as he came into the light rail.  He stood in front of my bike (which I had been standing behind) and parked his bike in front of him, literally creating a bike-gate in front of me.  Being that it was the beginning of my ride, I didn't really care, I was sure that he would get off the light rail before me.  As soon as he settles himself, he turns and the first words out of him mouth are, "I'm bipolar and I'm wasted, no one can f@%k with me."  My comfortable ride home instantly turned into the most interesting conversation with a stranger that I have ever had.  There were a lot of people on the light rail that night so I was never nervous, I actually felt quite safe, so I decided to keep the conversation with Party Marty going (I mean, how many times will this happen to me??  Take advantage!)  Party Marty asked me what I had been doing that night, and I told him that I had just ended a long night of rehearsal and was making my way home.  P.M. continued this conversation by telling me that he did a play once in grade school where he played Huckleberry Finn because "somebody had to!"  He continued with the fact that he hated that play because it took all of his time which meant no basketball.  That somehow led into the fact that he has an IQ of 180 and is a professional horse trainer, karate black-belt, certified carpenter &amp; plumber, he built his own house, is a champion golf player, and that he can (again) kick anyone's ass, but people don't "f%$k" with him because they know better. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Jessica: "Wow, well it looks like you've really done it all!"&lt;br /&gt; Party Marty: "I didn't do it all, Jesus Christ did it all"&lt;br /&gt; Jessica: "You know what, you're right, you really can't beat that guy"&lt;br /&gt; Party Marty: "No, you can't just think about what he did for us . . . "&lt;br /&gt;    (This is the part when Party Marty was with himself, thinking about Jesus I suppose, and then he started to cry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then noticed what was happening, so he offered to spark up the joint he had in his pocket and share it with me.  A couple of teenagers on the other side of the train heard this and started cheering.  I said, "no thanks, but it looks like you might have a fan club that might be interested."  Party Marty shrugged and responded with "well, someone's gotta do it".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after Party Marty looks at me and says, "you know what?  God Bless the light rail, if it wasn't for this light rail, you and I would have never had this conversation.  Jessica, I am going to go to work now, and I hope you have a wonderful night."  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Tonight I find myself with a little breathing room and will put a few thoughts on paper.  My head is full of so many thoughts about the play, the character, this particular company of actors…but I’ve decided to write tonight about how I look for pieces of the play and the character within my own experience, as a step towards fully identifying with the character I’ll be performing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I had been cast in &lt;em&gt;Secret Order &lt;/em&gt;and first read the script, my imagination was primarily excited by the idea of the possibility of a cure for cancer.  The quest for a cure starts off the play and permeates it.  I started thinking about what it would be like to be involved in that quest at such a high level, to devote one’s life to it—to experience the incredible excitement of each incremental step in the the right direction and the devastating disappointment each time a promising line of scientific inquiry dissolved in failure.  The character I’m playing, Dr. Saul Roth, Chairman of Toxicology at Hill-Matheson, has been deeply involved in cancer research for over 33 years. At 67 I (Saul) have certainly had more than my share of disappointments, but I am still eager to do daily battle with the disease.  It’s the passionate hope that a cure is possible that keeps me from being able to retire and leave the battle to younger colleagues. It may be a little confusing to anyone reading my blog, but I (David) often refer to the character I’m playing in the first person, as part of my acting process—until the “I” of me and the “I” of him create a blend that has the ring of truth. I (David) think I (Saul) have the Cicero quote above nicely framed and prominently displayed on my office wall.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In looking for ways to relate to all the emotional ramifications of what a cure for cancer might mean to the characters in the play, I’ve been thinking back to my youth, when both polio and smallpox were still deadly diseases that killed, crippled or disfigured thousands and thousands of people every year.  If you are near my age, you may remember, as I do, the terrifying effects of a local polio outbreak. It seemed like there was an epidemic every summer when I was a boy in the 1950s—since the disease attacked children and was spread by them, small towns in the U.S. and Europe would sometimes have signs at the city limits refusing entry to anyone under the age of 16.  Public swimming pools were considered particularly dangerous, and were closed immediately if a polio case was reported.  All of us had some friend, relative or acquaintance who had either died or become crippled by polio.  And smallpox, although mostly under control in the US by the 1950s, was still a major killer in many parts of the world; since my family lived abroad much of the time, we were often in areas where smallpox was still a real threat and I certainly remember seeing lots of terribly scarred and disfigured faces.  I vividly remember the relief and joy we all felt when Jonas Salk’s amazing vaccine became available in 1955; equally amazing was the incredible announcement in 1980 that smallpox had finally been globally eradicated.  I (Saul and David) have very powerful emotional connections to the horrors of polio and smallpox. It’s why I became a doctor in the first place. Remembering the excitement and exultation I felt when those two Goliaths were slain, just try to imagine the reaction of the world when the cure for cancer is found!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve written about this at some length to share a little bit of how I start to build a bridge to the character and his world.  I enjoy playing roles that require research; but wherever I can find personal connections that allow me to identify with the character I seize on them, because they are so rich—they are short-cuts which deepen my understanding and help me inhabit the character with conviction and passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Shoes affect balance, posture and how we move.  Most of the time they literally are what connects us to the world.  Think of all the different shoes you own and their specific functions.  Now, imagine you live concurrently in every historic period and society on every continent for the past 2000 plus years.  That’s a lot of different shoes and functions. If you are on a stage but want the audience to imagine you’re on a glacier, or boat or beach or battlefield or golf course, how you physically relate to the space helps tell that story.  Shoes also act as signifiers of status, profession, health, and of course style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last winter I visited Ollie in Toronto when he was touring as The Child Catcher in &lt;em&gt;Chitty Chitty Bang Bang&lt;/em&gt;.  Talk about crazy shoes for a wild character! Toronto has many tourist attractions but the most quirky and fascinating by far is the Bata Shoe Museum: a highly entertaining, informative, provocative and even slightly disturbing look at our feet and what we do with them.  I highly recommend it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I imagined Louis de Rougemont barefoot for the entire show, maybe because he’s in a bathing suit at the end or maybe because I thought about a lone castaway on a one-palm-tree island in a New Yorker cartoon.   But Costume Designer Connie Furr and Matthew are very excited by the idea of swashbuckler boots.  I’ve worn swashbucklers before: once as Captain Hook and once to portray a Dutch ancestor making nice with the Natives on a hometown parade float.  I believe my very Irish friend Tom played the Mohawk.  Anyway, my swashbucklers for &lt;em&gt;Shipwrecked!&lt;/em&gt; have been ordered and I eagerly await their arrival.  It will fundamentally affect everything I’m doing so they can’t arrive too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, extreme hair, like a shaved head (&lt;em&gt;The King and I&lt;/em&gt;) or a powdered wig (&lt;em&gt;Amadeus&lt;/em&gt;) can also affect how you balance or move.  However, most men’s hairstyles are fundamentally ignorable from the inside.  We look in the mirror and project ourselves as our own observers and make judgments about what our appearance says about us to the world.  Obviously, it’s another choice indicative of character that we make every day and, of course, for the stage.   Plus on stage there is an added injunction to keep your hair out of your eyes.  Here’s a typical backstage scene: it’s dress rehearsal in the men’s dressing room and a bunch of guys are discussing, sharing, comparing and rating various hair products: gels, waxes, sprays and pomades.  No one is functioning from his comfort zone here.  It’s a level of social interaction that’s pretty unfamiliar to men, regardless of sexual orientation.  The kind of conversation that we imagine women have in Ladies Rooms but men just don’t do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis de Rougement however is a special case, being an actual historic figure (see photo).  Once I got a hold of his picture, I hung it up where I could look at it as if in a mirror at my own reflection.  I think I look a bit like him naturally and by internalizing whatever I can from that picture, I truly believe a little alchemical magic happens.  To help, I took the picture to Sasa, the real magician who cuts my hair in New York.  She enjoys a challenge and experimented with several different gels and techniques, diligently washing my hair between attempts.  We did an initial trial in October, then another in December.  So, thanks to Sasa, I can avoid the last minute hair product debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally there’s the beard.  I’ve never grown a moustache so long that I carry my morning coffee with me until lunchtime.  In the 19thC they had moustache mugs that included a bridge to keep liquid off the lip.  In the 21stC we are less advanced and I have stained almost every article of clothing I own with my own drips and spatters.  Finally, you couldn’t see my mouth anymore and I had to trim it.  See correlating injunction above about keeping one’s hair out of one’s eyes when on stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Where do I sign?  Not that that was my first thought when Matthew asked me to play Louis de Rougemont in &lt;em&gt;Shipwrecked!, &lt;/em&gt;but it was my second.  My first thought was, ‘How serendipitous.’  To understand why I must digress…&lt;br /&gt;     I hadn’t acted since &lt;em&gt;Stones In His Pockets&lt;/em&gt;, which Ollie (Oliver Wadsworth) and I did at Actors Theatre and then again at The Adirondack Theatre Festival in 2003.  Though I’ve been directing a lot, particularly while on sabbatical from Bennington College, which is when I did &lt;em&gt;The Busy World Is Hushed &lt;/em&gt;at Actors Theatre. &lt;br /&gt;     Then a year ago I decided to attempt to reactivate my acting muscles.  One of my students, a fine young actor named Max Wolkowitz, and I set out to find a two-hander that we could rehearse on our own and put up with minimal production support.  We chose &lt;em&gt;A Life in the Theatre &lt;/em&gt;by David Mamet.  I directed it and Max, with his considerably younger brain, was able to be “on book” for rehearsals, meaning he knew all the lines.  All we needed to add for performances was an usher.&lt;br /&gt;I played an old master thespian full of unsolicited advice and he played an eager young talented actor who benefits from my tutelage but then needs to graduate from the dysfunctional aspects of the relationship.  Basically we played ourselves and with such brilliant casting the show went very well.  Max did indeed graduate from Bennington and I got my actor muscles up and working again.&lt;br /&gt;     Soon afterward I auditioned for a venerable old summer stock theater in Dorset, Vermont.  I was cast in two shows, a George S. Kaufman comedy and an Agatha Christie murder mystery.  These were fun old warhorses for which I provided the exact identical function: curtain up on the old character guy involved in some activity (scribbling in a ledger, reading a newspaper), another character enters and we engage in a conversation that consists entirely of exposition.  Once I’ve mentioned all the main characters by name and enough background information so the audience will recognize them, I leave the stage. This being summer stock it meant learning lines quickly and rehearsing play #2 during the day while performing play #1 at night.  It was a blast.  The company was filled with talented folks on every level and we laughed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;     Come August I’m feeling like an actor again.  I shave off the handlebar moustache and goatee that served all three projects and I’m back teaching when Matthew calls with the amazing opportunity to do &lt;em&gt;Shipwrecked!&lt;/em&gt;  Ollie goes on-line, downloads a picture of the real Louis de Rougemont and I start growing my beard back the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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The tradition is part of my real family too.  My father, Ralph Rodgers, managed the Promised Valley Theater in Salt Lake City when I was young.  As a teenager I played Peter Cratchet, as a young man I played Bob Cratchet.  Dad always played Scrooge.  Even the Christmas before he passed away, in 1995, he played the part from a wheelchair, making me cry for the hundredth when he sang “I’ll Begin Again.”  So you can imagine how excited I was to be invited to join other friends in a new Christmas Carol tradition, coupled with the fact that I would be performing Dicken’s icy story in a place I could wear shorts and flip flops while driving to the December rehearsals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn’t realize was that the entire cast had, apparently, already plotted to haze the new guy.  First rehearsal, Monday November 23, the cast gathered around a large square of tables to read and sing through the script.  I’m one of the new guys, I have a name tag saying “Dave,” and I’m seated next to David Barker, a friend and ASU theater professor.  We start and Director Matthew Weiner welcomes everyone, including the “newbies.” He points out that the new people have never seen the script or score before, but that we’re just going to be thrown into the water – he hopes we can swim.  Swim?  I’m about to become a Jack Dawson ice cube.  Nice innocent little set up Mr. Benedict Arnold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we go.  First song.  Third line into the first song, I’m supposed to sing-- but no one told me.  So third line in, 3 minutes into rehearsal, I cause the first stoppage in work.  Everyone stares; no one says “here, I’ll sing it with you.”  Nope, just stares from the veterans.  “Did you get the sheet there Dave?”  Uh, no.  “Oh yes, you did, it’s conveniently buried in the reams of paper we gave you.”  Fine.  I’ll be the new guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three pages later, the Gent’s are going to sing a duet, yeah, me and another new guy;  just a little two-line phrase.  Easy, huh?  I’ve sung before, but no.  This little two-line phrase looks like some composer has dumped every single hard note and accidental symbol onto the page.  It looks like an old comic book swear word of punctuation marks.  It’s like four key changes and thirteen sharps and flats over the course of ten words (yeah, I know there aren’t that many … but this was my first time).  The composer, Alan Ruch, who is also our music director, is sitting in the corner with the look of Putty Tat just after Tweety Bird vanished into his mouth.  I’m not saying anything, but I swear I saw a little yellow feather on the corner of his lips -- just sitting there, watching the torture proceed.  Very slight grin.  I try singing the line, which was like trying a Japanese reality show obstacle course.  After waiting an appropriate amount of time for the torture to settle, Alan says “it’s actually the same tune as ‘I Feel Pretty’ from West Side Story.”  I look at the line again and think to myself “yeah, dude, if this is how you feel ‘pretty’  &lt;br /&gt;you’re as demented as your chord structures.”   Yes, three pages into the show and I’m 2 for 48 in getting the notes right.  I’m a bigger loser than the Clippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the real fun starts during Christmas present.  This guy next to me, David Barker, is going to reprise his role as the Ghost of Christmas Present.  He’s a friend of mine; we play golf sometimes.  Well, he’s got this line where he yells “Boo” as loud as he can, then cackles a hyena laugh.  And I’m right next to him.  Oh, and he’s a professional actor.  He can support his yells.  A lot.  And of course my ear is right next to his mouth.  In fact, I swear I saw him lean a bit to the right (I was sitting on his republican side).  And trust me, I know how hard it is for him to lean to the right, considering that he’s already politically to the right of Glen Beck.  But he leaned just for me.  Thanks.  And how many times does he yell this “BOO” – for comic effect, of course over the course of a few pages?  You might guess three times, cause anything isn’t funny after three times, right?  No no no no, you’d be wrong grasshopper.  Six times?  You’re still cold.  Ten times?  Oh no, this “BOO” joke goes on and on and on and on.  Ever had a meat tenderizer pound your eardrum?  What about Mike Tyson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ve thought about this and I’m convinced that Barker was hazing the new guy.  He picked my seat for me, and there is no way in Provo that the Ghost of Christmas Present actually says “Boo” for comic effect that many times.  No way.  I mean, how many times can you tell the same joke.  No, I’m convinced that Barker sat up all night re- writing that part of the script to add in 43 more Boo’s just so he could keep yelling in my ear.  You have to remember that Barker and I play golf … for money.  BIG BIG money.  Well, okay, enough money for the winner to buy a handful of fancy French beans, but to us it’s big.  So he wasn’t just doing his part -- he was conditioning me.  Just once, when I go to hit a golf ball, he’s going to whisper “BOO,” just loud enough for me to hear, and my ball will go sailing toward El Paso.  Kerching kerching.  My golf swing will never be the same.  He’s cheating, I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the Director got into the act.  The next rehearsal, with everyone watching from the wings, Matthew had me and one other new guy practice funny walks across the stage.  “Here, hold a stop watch, stare at it, and do a funny walk across the stage.”  Huh?  Really?  Yes sir!  He even referenced Monty Python’s Ministry of Funny Walks.  “Go ahead, just come up with funny walks.”  So with everyone watching, we tried different speedy walks across the stage.  Happy, legs kicking, low- head-down walks, slow, fast, dorky, -- everything but Nathan Lane doing John Wayne -- everything.  I did happen to notice how everyone was watching and snickering.  Hmmmmm, even the Director in on the hazing -- Et tu Brute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t think the Choreographer was innocent either.  Robby Harper, my friend Robbie Harper from Producers, was in on it too.  Yep.  See, me and the other new guy have a little song and dance routine in an English Pub – with food.  We sing about our food.  Snoopy stand aside!  And I was okay with holding a plate of food and singing about wonderful eats, that’s pretty much type casting.  It's a cute little song.  I mean, it's not Putting on the Ritz from Young Frankenstein (and neither is my dancing), but it's not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Robbie went on and on about what side of the plate the asparagus was supposed to be on.  You got it.  If the asparagus isn’t on the correct side, critics will pan the show.  He kept on and on and on about the precise location and positioning of a little sprig of asparagus.  And it wasn’t even asparagus, it was a freaking artichoke!  But no, we had to rehearse and rehearse to satisfy Robbie that we had the asparagus on the correct side of the plate.  But I’m not too dumb, I could see Alan and others sitting in the corner, again with that Putty Tat grin on his face.  Funny dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m quite sure that after we leave, these veterans sit around and talk about the hazing.  Yep, “did you see how we got the new guys to do the goofy walks,” or “try to sing that alphabet-soup music,” or “pratice the asparagus choreography?”  Laugh laugh laugh.  Then Barker would say “Boo,” and they’d laugh and laugh again.  Nice work there, FRIENDS.  I see how it is.  But don’t worry, I’ll take the hazing, I’ll take the laughing and the jokes.  Robbie, I’ll even try to hold the Aspari-choke on the proper side of the plate.  Because this is one family I really want to be a long-term part of.   I can’t wait until I get to watch faces of children in the audience laugh and cry at the humor and heartbreak of this wonderful story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I get to sing for Christmas this year, like I did as a boy with my Dad.  Now that’s a Merry Christmas.  Oh, yeah, and for the rookies who come in next year -- have I got plans for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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It’s kind of like &lt;em&gt;Groundhog Day &lt;/em&gt;(the movie) - I’ve done this day over and over again.  This is my 15th year of directing &lt;em&gt;Xmas Carol&lt;/em&gt;, and about the 10th or 11th of this adaptation.  Every year it’s the same (I mean we know how it ends) and every year it’s a bit different.  The story is the same – but the voices are different – cast changes and all.  And I suppose I am different too – just not sure how.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This show works like a well oiled machine.  And the first day is no different.  Name tags. Introductions.  Housekeeping.  The bathrooms are out the door and to the left. Talking about safety.  Talking about health – this year we gave everyone their very own bottle of hand sanitizer!  There will be no H1N1 in this cast!   Talking about Dickens. Talking about this adaptation. Trying to say something profound.  Trotting out the old lines:  “This play is about reminding us we all have the ability to change our own lives and in doing so; change the lives of those around us”.   Yeah. Sounds good.  That’s it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. And then the read/sing through.  It starts tentatively, timidly.  The returning cast members try to find the groove.  The new cast members (especially the younger performers) have no idea what’s going on.  Kim Bennett, our Scrooge for the past many years, starts off-book and quickly picks up his script, scrambling for his glasses.  The opening number is kind of quite – “What part do I sing?” and “How does that go again?” and “Oh, that’s where we do the sotto voce thing!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Ghost of Xmas Past is a metaphor for the entire moment.  “Marley is dead” – yeah, we know. Dead as a doornail.  And like Marley we bring this story back from the dead with every page of the script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The music starts to bring us together.  The score, by Alan Ruch, is very special.  Difficult but special.  As each number goes by the musical motifs for the show start to re-accumulate in our collective memories.  And our muscle memories. Oh yes, I remember that.  The &lt;em&gt;Crow’s Nest&lt;/em&gt; number – which we all think is goofy – has everyone tapping their feet, bopping their heads – and smiling. And then &lt;em&gt;The Travels&lt;/em&gt; – the most striking trio.  We thrill to the memory of what that number can be.  We can’t help but applaud – a little. And &lt;em&gt;Silent Night&lt;/em&gt;.  A carol sung in the key of JOY. The moment that on stage can stop an audience from breathing – or so it seems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Lines start to jump out.  “If they would rather die, they had better do it! And decrease the surplus population!” “Bah! Humbug” “Darkness is cheap, and Scrooge liked it.” “Ghost of the Future, I fear you more than any spectre I have seen.” “I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future.  The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me.  I will not shut out the lessons that they teach.  Oh, tell me I may sponge away the writing on this stone!” Dickens really did know how to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Jot notes to myself.  Rehearse the Joy.  Lean Forward.  Athletic Acting. Double up on Echinacea.  Smile.  Believe.  Make a Joyful Noise.  Wash your hands.  Hit the Verbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. 92 minutes. And we’re done. And we’re just starting.  Again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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We have become accustomed to each others grunts. It doesn’t need to go beyond that for a greeting. It’s understood. By this time in my work day, I have checked up on any comments on our Facebook and Twitter sites, fighting any urge to play one of the thousands of games I blame my friends for introducing me to on Facebook. Sometimes, I smile at a clever fan’s post. Other times, I ruminate about what to say next to every one who follows Actors Theatre. As I ponder, I begin to write out my list of “To-Dos” for the upcoming day. At one point at the very start of my public relations tenure at Actors Theatre, I believe I even had time to color coordinate activities by using different colored pens on my “To Do” list…a fact I laugh at with a snicker of someone who knows better then to waste my time doing that. I glance at it, knowing I am missing 10 things, also knowing that 10 more things will be added to the list within the hour by any one of my 5 co-workers. For each press release or photo shoot I cross off, there are other things waiting to take their place…lingering to be done. I am sure I am not the only one who experiences this “list that is never done.” It goes on in business settings everywhere. But somehow, there is a heavy sense of responsibility here with this one, knowing that if I can’t get things done, someone in the family of 6 dedicated, theatre-loving souls, will get screwed. I can’t have that. We can’t have that.&lt;br /&gt;What’s it like working in a small not-for-profit theatre company as the public relations coordinator? What’s a typical day like? No such thing as typical. Playing with the impact of social media and its use in communicating with the public has been an ever-changing road. Countless hours have been spent in meetings determining the best course of action to take. All of it seems relevant. All of it important. When I ask my boss where he would like me to start on the list of “To Dos” he responds, without hesitation, “All of it.” Ok. And when would you like it done? “Yesterday.” Ok again. I get it…in order to stay on top of this ever changing public relations/social media frenzy, you need to be one step ahead of the game. Sometimes I can be. Sometimes, I just want to do a face plant onto my keyboard and take a nap. Again, something I am sure has been felt by people in any business.&lt;br /&gt;So, we trudge on, making noises and talking to ourselves as we pound away a the keyboard or race to the theatre to set up a photo shoot or call the restaurant as we gear up for the Opening Night party. Ahhh, yes. The world of the non-profit-theatre requires you to wear 14 hats in one day. But I am thankful that at least I have something to keep my head warm in these tough times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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My dad’s bible was almost like a spiritual glove that had been worn so many times you could see the stains from the oils in his fingers. He used the same bible to write his sermons each week and the markings in the margins and highlighting were all in bright yellow and very neat. He kept it in a case. It is funny, but in our family a bible was a personally symbol: personalized and marked in a way that was unique to them. My parents, my siblings and I all had our own bible. My mother’s bible was always a mess because she would read it in bed and the pages would get all bent and dog-eared. She marked her bible with a ballpoint pen: blue lines everywhere! My dad used a yellow highlighter and was very careful not to bend the edges of the bible. So when I leaf through the bibles on stage all of those connections come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finding my fathers’ bibles as Thomas is a seriously meaningful event. To a minister a bible is “The Sword.” I don’t remember where it is, but somewhere the there is a verse that says something like “the word of God is like a two edged sword and cuts to the heart of man.” To a minister who to seminary, a bible is very meaningful. It is customized and personal to help them find the passages that are most meaningful to them. But it also leaves very little gratification in finding answers about personal traits of the man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Hannah says it is her markings in the bibles of Thomas’ father, all of that personalization goes away. Once she uses his bibles, the bibles are no longer the pure essence of who Thomas’ father was. It even upsets me, David, to think that my mother would mark in my dad’s bible. It is like marking the most private territory. I’m having a hard time articulating how upsetting the thought of my mother marking my deceased father’s bibles is to me. It would be like tattooing my father’s dead body. While that sounds harsh and a bit morose, that is really how it feels to me. The respect I have for what my father marked is profound to me as a son. And if it were tampered, especially with a BALL POINT PEN, I would feel so much disrespect. This is why the speech Thomas has about 20 different translations of Leviticus is so upsetting to me. Hannah means well, but she just stole any possible feeling of connection Thomas could have with my father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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I share a lot with him, but most especially my experience as a preacher’s kid or “PK.” Just like Thomas, I grew up with parents who read me bible stories. In fact my favorite story was of David and Goliath. I had this little picture book and I can still see the picture of the Philistine giant with the stone in his forehead and David with his sling standing over him. I thought it was just so cool that I was named David too. In the play Thomas says that his mother had him convinced he was the second coming of Christ. I know the feeling. My mother named me David after the king and James, my middle name, after King James of England who had the bible translated into English. At least that’s what I always thought: maybe that’s one of my own myths! Anyway, I guess that everyone’s parents try to make their children feel special. But the feeling of being connected somehow exclusively to a figure in the bible (and especially Christ) is so seductive for a child and a parent. All of us are searching for meaning in our lives and I think that Hannah’s desire to make Thomas her personal savior is a way for her to connect to God. And as a child, being told that you are more special because of knowledge you are given or a spiritual connection to God from your birth is seductive for a young mind because it feels so good and comforting. It also makes you feel different and set apart. In my experience, in this type of a situation religion is twisted so that instead of connecting humans together, it creates that idea of loneliness and separation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hannah embraces the idea of loneliness seeing it as a blessing. I have seen that separation in my own life, and I think this is part of the larger conflict between Thomas and Hannah. Thomas has been away from this perspective long enough and is now old enough to form an outside opinion about life. He believes that meaning is here and now: life is to be experienced, in the woods and in the city. Hannah keeps talking about that distant shore as if “real” life is there and not here on earth. Instead earth is only a place for being burnished in pain. From my experience, when a child tries to change the belief of a parent, things usually don’t go so well… I don’t want to ruin any surprises, but Thomas has an uphill battle coming home and he knows it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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And while we are in rehearsal we are spending more time with each other than our families. But what a great time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My name is Mike Lawler and this is my third year of playing Jacob Marley (Scrooge's deeased partner). What a cast! We get David Barker entertaining us during rehearsal breaks with some of the wackiest jokes ever heard. We're in our second week of rehearsal and he is still trying to get us to do a group improv to 'break the ice'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 year old Casey Likes is playing Tiny Tim this year. He is a 5 year old renaissance man. Not only doing a great job playing Tiny Tim but he has another project in the works. Casey is directing and starring in "PowerMan" which he will be shooting during the &lt;em&gt;Christmas Carol&lt;/em&gt; run. He's holding auditions for the cast (though some parts have been pre-cast). There is lots of excitement about this movie. Rumor has that Matthew Wiener is either going to have a cameo as a Starbucks latte man or play Casey's sidekick. No decision yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lillie Richardson just makes me laugh. She's fantastic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get to work with actors and actresses who are first-rate. I'm thrilled when I get to work with them in scene or song and I love watching them when I'm offstage. It's a thrill to work with Kim Bennett as Scrooge who makes me laugh and then rips my heart out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love working with Matthew and one of my favorite parts in rehearsal (and you never know when this will happen) is when he jumps out of his seat, comes around his table and illustrates his direction to me: Kim and I are working the end of the Marley/Scrooge scene. The scene reads like this- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marley: "Expect the second (spirit) on the next night at the same hour, the third, upon the next night when the last stroke of twelve has cease to vibrate". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marley begins to levitate&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Look to see me no more. And see that, for your own good, you remember what has passed between us!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marley rises out of sight&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and Matthew acts out for me what he's after. He kind of gets in Kim's face: "Scrooge three spirits are coming, here's when they're coming. Matthew then pulls away like he's being lifted up: "O.K. I'm outta here". He is so helpful and funny. And effective. Matthew set the bar last night- we are to achieve 150% in rehearsal of what we will deliver in performance. I'm sure we will get there. Matthew makes me believe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arthur Marks is a terrific music director and so supportive. He has blown us all away with his 6 octave vocal range and his talent as a dancer and actor. Actually, it's kind of depressing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robbie Harper, our Co-choreographer as well as our Bob Cratchit, is amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a gift to be able to tell this story of spirit and reconciliation with great actors and an excellent theatre company. I have every confidence you will love &lt;em&gt;A Christmas Carol&lt;/em&gt; as much as I do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike Lawler &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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I'm an emotional rollercoaster. This show has been an absolute dream to work on, which is a lot more than I can say for some other shows I've done in the past, let me tell you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we approach this last weekend, I start to become reminded of why it is that I do theatre. I originally started acting because I eventually wanted to be in broadcasting and TV, always thinking about what it would be like to have my own late night talk show or sitcom on the Disney channel. But as you begin to involve yourself into this wonderful world of community and art, you begin to see how acting is so much more than just trying to get noticed. When you talk to people after a show or in a post-show discussion and they tell you how profoundly moving the production was to them, or when some people actually cry at what they have seen on stage and they get caught up in the moment of the scene, it makes you feel lucky to do what it is you do. Being an actor is truly the greatest job in the world and I thank God every day that I get the chance to do it on at least a semi-regular basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I probably won't be writing too much more after this blog since I have a ton of homework to do this weekfor school, and also because I'll undoubtedly get caught up in the constant partying that always ends up happening during the last weekend of the show. As usual, this run was too short, but then again they always are. I've never really looked forward to seeing a show end, but this one is a hard one to let go inparticular because of the incredible cast I got to work with and because of the fun that I have in just doing the show. This is one of the few shows I've done that I can honestly say I could do over and over again for years and never get tired of it. There have onlybeen two other shows in my career that I can honestly say that about, so this one certainly has a special place in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trivia question: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who keeps a picture of LillieRichardson (the Angel from Actors Theatre's &lt;em&gt;Angels in America&lt;/em&gt;)on their dressing room mirror?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a. Joe Kremer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b. Katie McFadzen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c. Kyle Sorrell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a wild guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You got it....................(b)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another Trivia Question: Which actor in &lt;em&gt;The Pursuit of Happiness&lt;/em&gt; decided that Katie's name should now be Katie McFabulous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a. Gene Ganssle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b. Lindsey Marlin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c. Joe Kremer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, okay, you got me. ..................................(c)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more: Which stage manager for &lt;em&gt;The Pursuit of Happiness&lt;/em&gt; gives us a "places" call in the style of a Gregorian Chant?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a. April Smith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b. April Smith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c. April Smith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d. all of the above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's right..............(d)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, last one: Which actor from &lt;em&gt;The Pursuit of Happiness&lt;/em&gt; will probably never work for Actors Theatre again because he (or she) writes blogs discussing drunkeness and lewd behaviour?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a. Joe Kremer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b. Kyle Sorrell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c. Gene Ganssle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d. Katie McFadzen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e. Lindsey Marlin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;f. all of the above except for (a.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you chose (f.) you are CORRECT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, okay, I'm just kidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's (a.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk to you all very soon. Much Love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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The set complete. No more construction. No notes to finish. The time in the process has come when I let go of this show and concentrate on the next. I received the preliminary plans this morning and its construction is to start soon. But as I am locking up the tools for the night I am overcome by a strange feeling. A sort of emptiness. There is no next Actors Theatre show for me. There are no more time lines and deadlines, no meetings and planning, no ordering of materials or watching budgets. For the first time in eight years there is no next show. I only received the plans this morning because my name has not been removed from the scene shop email macro button.  Another person will be dealing with all the things that has filled my professional life all these years. Actors Theatre will go on, just not with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  For those of you who are unfamiliar with me I have had the pleasure of being Actors Theatre's Technical Director for many a moon now. What do I do you ask? The short answer is that when you watch our shows, anything that does not move (actors) or is electrical (lights) is my responsibility either in planing or construction. Much like a Director takes the Playwright's words and gives them life, I take the Set Designer's vision and make it a reality. I have joked before that the Audience only sees Matthew's labors three or four shows a season, but they see mine every show making me, as they say, “the hardest working man in show business”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In my Tenure at Actors Theatre we have tried to bring you a wide variety of things scenically. Some have been successful (I still remember the audible gasp from the woman seated in front of me when the curtain rose on the set from &lt;em&gt;The Archbishop's Ceiling&lt;/em&gt;), some have been a challenge (just how do you build a $30,000 revolving door for &lt;em&gt;Lobby Hero&lt;/em&gt; with only $200), and some just flat out did not work (you never saw the giant spaceship and levitating grass in &lt;em&gt;Border Town&lt;/em&gt;, they were cut the day before opening). No matter what the outcome was however I always enjoyed answering the question “Can I do it?”. I like to think that in the end the answer was always yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So why am I leaving you ask? Well after much consideration, I have decided to return to the land of my youth in Oregon to reconnect with my family. But as I prepare to go, I realize more and more that I am leaving behind another family. My Actors Theatre Family. Little did I realize the opportunities I would have and people I would meet, as I drove that old moving truck through the painted desert and into town in 1999. I have had the pleasure to work with so many talented and gifted people in this organization, from directors to office managers and everyone in between. To be honest, someplace deep inside me is a dark desire that when I leave all hell will break loose and the company will come to a grinding halt. That will not be the case however, as you would be hard pressed to find a finer group of caring  and passionate individuals anywhere else. The shows will go on without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Along with the staff of Actors Theatre there is another important member of this wonderful family. You. The patrons who support Actors Theatre. Just like a family, sometimes we disagree on things (not every show can be a musical or comedy) but you have always been there when we have been in need. I thank you. I am confident that with your support Actors Theatre will continue on for a good long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I wish I did not have to leave this wonderful extended family. I wish I could some how bend the laws of time and space so I could live in Oregon but commute to Phoenix. But I am just a guy who is good with a hammer and saw, I think a sci-fi teleporter is a bit out of my league. Maybe I could do it in about 20 years if I took some quantum physics night classes. Who knows. Well it is getting late and these boxes are not packing themselves. As Shakespeare said “all the world is a stage”, so I had better get back to preparing for my venue change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Here i am in rehearsal and i'm not going to lie to you people. I'm a little hungover. I think i can totally 'act' like i'm not hungover, but it's not going to be easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Artistic Director Matthew is coming to see our little run thru today and i really think it's important to at least look like i know what i'm doing. See? This job isn't that different from most other jobs, except of course construction :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're "working" some scenes right now. "Working" is the technical theatre term for "working on the scenes to make them a little crisper". Right now the one i'm watching is looking pretty crispy. fabulicious. I woke up this morning at 10:17am and had a bowl ofCorn Pops. i wanted something that wasn't too rich orfast foodish, so that seemed to fit the bill. Oh yespeople, I can tell you're jealous of the glamour. Just picture me sitting on the couch with a bowl of Corn Pops, hung-over hair sticking up on the top of my head with my dog Kramer starting at me with a look of disappointment. kind of like everybody looks at my character spud in the show. you'll see. my scene is coming up. gotta go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday October 20, 2007 12:40pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I'm back. Well that went pretty well. i think ihave them all fooled about me being hungover. I don't think they suspect a thing, thank God. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ed. note from ron - the director: he fooled no one.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ah...the glamour of this business that we call "show."Kyle's giving me strange looks today. i think he's getting into character. Oh God, wait till you see this guy on stage. he is so damn funny. Ok, back to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday October 20, 2007 7:16pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay...so rehearsal is now over and i am at my house getting ready to start some homework for school. I'm sitting here at my computer desk wearing a t-shirt and jeans writing this blog mainly because it provides me with a wonderful and fully justified implement of procrastination. So here's what happened at the rest of rehearsal:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had two more people come and see our little run-thru today. One of them was our "prop master" which is a technical theatre term for "the person in charge of things that we use on stage during the performance." The other one was a girl that works at the Herberger and helps us backstage during the run. I'm not sure with what but I'm very eager to find out. It did go quite well though. There were some things that i was sure Ron was going to give me some notes on, but he didn't. i hope it wasn't because he was sleeping while i was doing my scenes. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ed. note from ron - the director - i wasn't.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nah! Anywho, everyone did really really good. I really wish could tell you about the story a little bit so icould talk about which scenes i like the best, but everyone at Actors Theatre is afraid that i'll giveaway too much information about the plot and ruin the story. I guess i can understand that, it just makes ithard to discuss the show if i have to describe things like, "we were working the scene where Gene _____ me in the ______ and so i had to _____ on the stage, but i keep _____ on my _____ so I had to ask April for a_______." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see what I mean? it's very difficult. I feel like i work for the CIA and can't tell my spouse how my day was at work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wife:&lt;/strong&gt; "How was your day honey?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CIA agent:&lt;/strong&gt; "Well, I was _____ the hell out of this______ when finally he started telling us where_____Bin _____ was. Then Agent ______ came in and told me about how when we get ready to _______ Iran we have to make sure that _______ is out of the country before the poisonous ___ starts to kill everyone." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wife:&lt;/strong&gt; "Well that's nice dear."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CIA agent:&lt;/strong&gt; "Damn it's hard to talk to you about my day. Well, i'm off to Cambodia."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wife:&lt;/strong&gt; "Goodbye dear. Have a nice trip. Bring me backsome hash."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see what I mean? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, this has gone on long enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to dohomework. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;much love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll write more tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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This is Lindsey Marlin, and I play Jodi in &lt;em&gt;The Pursuit of Happiness&lt;/em&gt;. Ron asked us to blog, so here's my first installment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, ruminate, go and get some snack food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are officially one week away from opening and three days away from the start of tech. Are we ready? Sure we are! Granted, we are still working out some of the minutiae (I love this word), but that is to be expected. One thing I love about all of this pre-tech stuff is the notes. Lots o' notes. Notes occur during tech, too, but pre-tech notes seem to be a little more juicy. So, we just keep playing with new things and seeing where that gets us. It's a funny show. It'll be great to have an audience.&lt;br /&gt;As for the rehearsal process, the entire thing has been nothing short of wonderful. First off, behind the rehearsal table, you have the dynamic duo of April and Ron. April is our fearless stage manager or stage LEADER, as Katie likes to say, and Ron is our brilliant director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of insight pouring forth from this table is seriously palpable. I mean, it's scary. In a good way, of course, but it's so nice to know that you're being both challenged and taken good care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not sure if I should be ending sentences with "of," something about that is striking me as B- work, but I'm going to let it slide for the sake of blog-dom. But I digress. As I was saying, Ron is so insightful, it's scary, April is so on-the-ball, it's scary, and Joe is just scary. HAHAHA. Kidding. Only when he's teaching us things that we never wanted to learn (man-toe?). Or did we :)? Kyle and Gene share with us the highs and lows of real estate, and Katie brings us laughs, stories of Childsplay, and Skittles. Rehearsal is a little like home! We've created an amazingly talented little 6-week family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...let's talk happiness. It's a good word: Happiness. It's not as good a word as sphygmomanometer (bonus points if you actually know what this is), but it’s close. Contrary to Jodi, perhaps, I think that happiness is something we actually have to pursue everyday, and I think this is because it is ultimately so elusive. If you don't choose it, if you don't go searching for it, you're not going to find it, I think, with any regularity. You may find it on occasion, "happy accidents" as it were, but it's going to be difficult. Very difficult. Especially if you're negative a lot! Like me :)! Well, I’m Italian. Not that all Italians are negative. But I'm working on it, the happiness part, and thus the daily pursuance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...the things that make me happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's the usual fare: my family, friends, and dogs. But as far as other, more esoteric things that make me happy, let's break out the bullet list...&lt;br /&gt;-The fact that my February birthday is no longer freezing since I now live in the Southwest&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Heroes&lt;/em&gt;, on NBC, Mondays at 8PM&lt;br /&gt;-The "clicky" thing that locks and unlocks my car doors&lt;br /&gt;-Bowling!&lt;br /&gt;-OSU Football (Go Buckeyes!)&lt;br /&gt;-Gene Ganssle's patented, "Slam, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle," hand gesture as he slams the imaginary front door and imitates the most likely still moving door frame of our set...&lt;br /&gt;And I'll stop there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and see the show. It'll make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey Marlin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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My name is Joe Kremer and I am an actor in &lt;em&gt;The Pursuit ofHappiness&lt;/em&gt;. We are just now beginning a "stumble thru"which is a technical theatre term to describe a"stumbling through the whole show". Ha. It's really neat to see the whole show come to fruition. It never ceases to amaze me how these "shows" which is a technical theatre term to describe "the show", come together. I am getting ready to begin my first scene. Am I nervous? Nah...I know my lines. I got my costume. I got my props. We made tremendous strides in the rehearsal last night and I made a breakthough in a scene that was certainly my weakest one. That's a feeling that is very hard to explain, this feeling of "making a breakthrough". But now I'm going to try and tell you how it feels: Try not going to the bathroom for like three days. And then finally the next morning, go. That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my scene is getting close. talk to ya in a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 19, 2007 2:47pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, all done. My Act I scenes are now done and I'm feeling pretty good about them. I'm watching the rest of Act I now and it is very entertaining. This is the stuff that's entertaining to me, watching the whole Act I and seeing all the things that we've changed and added since the first day. If you've never done a play before this process is very intriguing. It's one of the reasons that stage acting is so addicting, why actors quit their day jobs, why actors leave their spouses and try to do this full time. Ummm...but I digress. When you see a play on stage it is certainly not the same play that was being rehearsed in the first week. Really incredible to watch. Right now Kyle (Sorrell - playing Tucker) is cracking me up in his scene. I usually don't laugh out loud during rehearsals, but I can't help myself with this one. I love this rehearsa ltoday, it's going very well so far. For those of you that don't know how our schedule is, let me break it down for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We arrive at the Herberger at about 2pm and start rehearsing until about 6pm or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Then we break for dinner for an hour and come back at 7 and rehearse some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Ron asked me how it was on our side (as an actor) working for eight hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it for a second and said it wasn't hard at all...rehearsing for eight hours is not like working across the street at a consruction job for eight hours. Believe me, I know, I've worked those jobs. When you do what you enjoy doing the time you spend doing it doesn't feel like work. For me rehearsal is always over too soon. 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(insert retching noises here...not that there's anything wrong with going to law school, but...for me, the idea resonated as soundly as tin foil on a filling.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember everybody seemed to know better than i did what i should be doing. and i can't say i didn't often wonder if they were right. i certainly don't NOW, but theatre is as big a gamble to try and get into as anything...so i guess i can see where they were coming from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah, hindsight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's been a lot of very cerebral ruminating in the process about 'what does happiness &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?'...'what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; happiness'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's sad that my responses tend to come off a bit more flip than most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;while there's truth that my friendships, my relationship and my cat make me happy...few things rival the unbridled schoolgirl GLEE i get from stupid things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- like the fact that &lt;em&gt;project runway&lt;/em&gt; is coming back to tv in a month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;em&gt;amercia's funniest home videos&lt;/em&gt;. which is beyond weird. i used to hate this show more than i hated paying bills. now...i can't get enough it. show me a grandmother losing her dentures in a bagel or someone (especially a kid) walking headfirst into a glass door? i'm putty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- the giddy anticipation i have for the film version of &lt;em&gt;sweeney todd&lt;/em&gt;. christmas can't come soon enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- saturdays. because saturday nights are the nights i don't 'watch what i eat.' and i should own stock in del taco as a result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- cake!!! we fat kids love our cake. don't judge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- people farting in public at wildly inappropriate moments. (not that there are sanctioned 'appropriate' moments to rip one, but...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- overheard in new york. one of the hands down funniest websites ever ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- the comic i put in this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...to name a few. (and keeping the NC-17 answers out of the work blog.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the question also comes up of "if you're UNhappy...what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;would&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; make you happy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;come see the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll see me smile so hard you'll think i had work done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and by the time the show's over...you'll be smiling so hard everyone will think &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'ve had work done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or took a lot of prozac. give or take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope to see you at the theatre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will never be happier than you expect. 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I’m Oliver and I play Padraic in &lt;em&gt;Lieutenant of Inishmore&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this play I had never shot a gun before. Padraic is an Irish Terrorist whose specialty is knocking off his enemies at point blank range.&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, as an actor, I thought it would be a good idea to reconcile our differences.  David McCormack, an ex marine who plays James, suggested we go to Caswells Shooting Range and I jumped at the opportunity. He told me that his own personal firearm was very similar to the stage gun I would be using in the show and that I was welcome to borrow it. And then he said that just the thought of going to the shooting range gave him a hard on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck was he talking about?! I was excited but more excited/scared than excited/hard on. Clearly I was entering into new terrain. The land of manly men and their firearms!  The night before we went I had a dream that I was at Caswells aiming at the target when I got a fit of giggles that I couldn’t control. The owner decided that I had become a danger to the other patrons so he approached me with a smile on his face and a semi automatic behind his back. I never knew what hit me. As my spirit left my body it floated over to the Shooting Range Rules posted on the wall. In bold lettering, right below "No alcoholic beverages" was written, "No giggling like a prepubescent girl!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning, I got to the shooting range early and nervously pawed over the notes from our crash course in gun use given by Cory Starr, a former policeman and the Special Effects man on the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The range opened and our group of four, filed in and split the cost of ammo, eye and ear protection and extra gun. It all cost about $20 an hr. per person.  I let everyone take a turn at the target before I did – all under the guise of gentlemanly courtesy. Beau Heckman, who plays Christy, was a first time gun user like me. I watched him approach the target with a swagger and confidently fire off four rounds. After him came David and Cory, who took turns pulverizing the target. Jokes were made about how the silhouetted figure didn’t have any more brains!&lt;br /&gt;Then it was my turn. I held the gun with my thumb pointed up the way I had been practicing at home with my imaginary gun. Cory told me that if I fired the gun like that I would probably break my thumb when the magazine snapped back. I thanked him and then put my thumb down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fired some rounds and I felt a rush of adrenaline as the loud noise of the gun put me into high alert.  When I finished, I turned back to the boys and couldn’t help grinning ear to ear. This was really fun! More than a little scary! And yes, I thought I had a wee bit of a hard on, if not physically, at least metaphorically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to compete. A round bullseye target was sent out to 60 feet, twice the distance of the previous spot. Each of us had two shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David shot slightly down and to the left and blamed his breathing. Beau looked like a pro again but didn’t seem to be hitting the target at all.   Cory managed to get one shot right to the edge of the bulls eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I got one shot four inches off center and my second shot was a near perfect bulls eye!!&lt;br /&gt;I was sure that the guys would lift me on their shoulders and parade me all around the Valley of the Sun like a victorious gladiator but instead we went out for burgers and French fries.&lt;br /&gt;I used to pride myself on being modest and soft spoken. Those days are over. Some of my friends have noticed the change. They seem to be giving me a wider berth these days. 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