Alien Visitation results in Brownie Bowl Demolition
Saturday, August 21st, 2010 | Photography, Raising a Humanist | No Comments
3 Count Fade to Black. Sort of.
Thursday, August 12th, 2010 | Continuing Education, The Meaning of Art | 2 Comments
Lucy Dreaming closes tonight at The Factory Theatre in Boston. Produced by GAN-e-meed as part of FeverFest.
We’re operating on a shoe-string for this one. Well, technically, without a shoe string.
Plus, we got involved late in the game so I didn’t bother to pull in any designers. I figured I could wing it.
And I can.
Except when it comes to lights.
Because I’ve realized that, as a director, the design element that speaks to me the loudest are the lights. Costumes run a close second. The hard part being that I know plenty about costumes and virtually nothing about lighting.
I have visions of halos and shadows, colors and dimensions. But I can’t get it to come across with my meager knowledge of how to plug in a light and not to touch the bulb or it may explode in my face.
This realization is, quite literally, an eye-opener.
So, my next task….get the lighting skills.
Just what I need, right? More to do.
The Best 3-year-old Chef Around
Wednesday, August 11th, 2010 | Food, Raising a Humanist | No Comments
Back to the Books!
Tuesday, August 10th, 2010 | Continuing Education | No Comments
Time to celebrate!
I have been officially accepted into Boston University’s Institute for Non-Profit Management and Leadership. I am beyond excited.
Formal learning has been calling me for close to five years now and this program not only has a formal learning process but everything is immediately applied to the organization in which you work. So, not only will I be learning, but GAN-e-meed will get a direct and immediate benefit.
Plus I got a scholarship which is what really makes this possible.
Thank You BU!
Sliding Thoughts
Wednesday, July 7th, 2010 | Personal, Raising a Humanist | No Comments
I have a busy brain.
It’s a bother sometimes.
It makes it hard to sleep.
It can make it hard to concentrate.
It can make life feel overwhelming.
It can make going off into the woods with no way to cross off items on the growing list in my mind unnerving.
But, in the end, it’s worth it.
Sometimes, when you have a busy brain, the best thing to do is just turn everything off and walk away.
The calm does come.
I hope my daughter takes less time to discover this skill.
In Dress Blues
Monday, June 28th, 2010 | Women in Theatre | No Comments
I spent part of my morning in a NH National Guard uniform.
Dress Blues, to be exact. So I was told. I make no claims of knowledge about anything remotely war-like.
I joked, briefly, that I hoped my parents never saw me. They’re old hippies and such. I feel awkward when I find myself talking to someone who ever served in anything army-like. I just don’t know what to say. So I made the joke. And then I realized that the director was in the Guard (duh) and I actually had no idea who else standing in the room in a convincing costume was either.
Awkward silence while I tried to pry my foot out of my mouth.
But, it did get me thinking as I was standing out in the sun alternating between serious and smiling for the photo shoot that there is no guarantee that an actress will ever play a combatant whereas I am almost positive that every professional male actor has at some point played a military role on stage.
I have no point other than that I was thinking about it.
Sometimes I’m like that.
Summer Bravery
Sunday, June 27th, 2010 | Raising a Humanist | 1 Comment
4 wasp stings
2 on the right arm
1 on the left arm
1 on the belly
no tears
a shriek and shout for mama
a dance of pain and shock
a dash across the pavement into my arms
no tears
a big bear hug and a clawing at the small red pin pricks
sighs
consolations
ice
my child’s bemused smile as she declares to the room “that’s what happens when you explore, you get boo-boos.”
i have a brave, brave child.
Ode to My Summer House Guests
Saturday, June 26th, 2010 | Lessons | No Comments
Fruit Flies in the Kitchen
Spiders in the Bath
Ants in the Living Room
I hope summer lasts and lasts
Barefoot in the Kitchen: Polenta
Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010 | Food | 1 Comment
I cook a lot. Not really by choice.
I have a lot of food sensitivities. More than I can list. So anything that comes pre-made in a box or bag is usually off-limits to me. So I cook. A lot.
And I’ve learned to like it. And even love it.
Because it’s no fun going through life doing things you don’t like.
This week, I made polenta.
It was absurdly easy and really tasty. I can’t believe anyone bothers to buy those pre-made logs when it’s so easy to make yourself and far yummier. I’m hooked.
growing up: my ten year college reunion
Sunday, June 13th, 2010 | Lessons, Personal | No Comments
this weekend marked ten years out of college.
i returned to Brandeis with trepidation.
i planned on spending most of my time visiting with two current friends and two old friends.
the two current friends are lovely, intelligent, beautiful women who have become close to me since graduation and the birth of my child.
the two old friends are my most favorite roommates. Sazz and i were placed together as freshman and were only parted for one year while i studied abroad. Fuzz and i were in the same orientation group and somehow managed to drift into friendship. by the time we were seniors, the three of us were bunking with three others. and the six of us were golden. bizarre but golden.
a couple who showered together and squeezed into each others tiny twin size beds for shared sleep.
a gay man who made me laugh so hard i cried and who shared philosophical conversations with the boys in the dorm that went far over my meager understanding of philosophy.
my roomie of old, who taught me how to live a social life, love all things glittery, and painted my nails for the first time in my life.
my buddy from oh canada who could zed with the best of them and showed me that to change the world can be as easy as opening your mouth and talking to a stranger. in my eyes, he is fearless.
senior year. a year of parties, drama (on and off stage), impatience, and love. i remember it most fondly of my three years at Brandeis because of my dear roomies…and the hope of moving beyond the walls of campus.
college and i were not the best of friends. i remember very little from books which is not surprising since i wasn’t always in class nor cared enough to study much. this is what happens when an overachiever ends up in courses far too easy to be truly venerated or far too boring to be loved. but i made it through. with honors, no less.
and now it’s ten years later.
i spent a tiring day schlepping my child around campus to show her off to the masses.
i spent an evening dancing with my two favs, arms swinging wide, hair flying, sweat dripping. i danced like i haven’t danced in years. i remembered what is was to dance with people i love.
and then we walked.
and then we talked.
it was grande.
and now, i guess, i can call myself a grown-up.
SerahRose
