I've been trying my darnedest to blog, but it seems like I always remember at 12:45am. (A little earlier tonight, obviously, but you get my point.)
And, truth be told, my schedule has been a little busy. You know, classes. Planning the trajectory of this program. My busy TV schedule.
And...there's a girl.
I've been a little reluctant to write about this, because it's new, and we are both trying to manage our expectations somewhat through various and sundry personal mind games (not learning the other's schedule, for example), but I like her. A lot. And we've been spending a ton of time together lately.
Like, every day for the past two weeks.
I would describe my emotional state as "cautiously optimistic". The Flying Squirrel is coming out next week, so hopefully she can give her two cents. We'll see.
More tomorrow (technically, today).
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Showing posts with label good times. Show all posts
Monday, April 04, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
it may be late
But I still think it's time for me to bust out my new PS3.
Pretty sure this means I won't be surfacing for air for a few weeks...
Pretty sure this means I won't be surfacing for air for a few weeks...
Friday, February 11, 2011
party!
(This counts as Thursday's post, as I just got home:)
Got to hang out with some mature adults my own age! Woo hoo!
Always nice to see the old peeps. It's weird to think that there are still people who were here when I got here eight years ago. That makes me feel old.
OK. Bed. I have to be somewhat alert for tomorrow afternoon's class.
Got to hang out with some mature adults my own age! Woo hoo!
Always nice to see the old peeps. It's weird to think that there are still people who were here when I got here eight years ago. That makes me feel old.
OK. Bed. I have to be somewhat alert for tomorrow afternoon's class.
Saturday, February 05, 2011
off to see the wizard
So, technically, this post counts for Saturday, since it's after midnight, but it's really for Friday. And I'll throw up a text-post as well. (Yeah, it hurts me too to have to go to the text-post so early in the game...but I'm a busy guy. What can you do?)
Excited tomorrow about my weekend trip south. Going to see some friends in a play, and then I'm picking up my brother and sister-in-law at an airport and driving to her mom's house. They're so close to me, and if they've flown this far across the country, I feel like I want to do all I can to see them. As usual, I'm excited to see them.
I'm also excited about eating some In-N-Out Burger. I'm recommitting to a healthy diet and lifestyle on Tuesday, so I've got to live it up this weekend.
Excited tomorrow about my weekend trip south. Going to see some friends in a play, and then I'm picking up my brother and sister-in-law at an airport and driving to her mom's house. They're so close to me, and if they've flown this far across the country, I feel like I want to do all I can to see them. As usual, I'm excited to see them.
I'm also excited about eating some In-N-Out Burger. I'm recommitting to a healthy diet and lifestyle on Tuesday, so I've got to live it up this weekend.
Saturday, January 01, 2011
another new year
I rang this one in with a whimper: my flight from back home was delayed, so I was actually in a cab when the clock struck midnight. Anticlimactic, no?
I'm currently debating whether to (a) go through one of those blogging months, or (b) close up shop entirely. I suppose you'll have to tune in tomorrow to see what I do.
In the meantime, best wishes for a happy and healthy 2011!
I'm currently debating whether to (a) go through one of those blogging months, or (b) close up shop entirely. I suppose you'll have to tune in tomorrow to see what I do.
In the meantime, best wishes for a happy and healthy 2011!
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
the welcome home whirlwind
It's amazing how quickly things can change. One minute, you're on top of the world. The next, you feel like life is kicking you in the face. Repeatedly.
With that said, here's the basic timeline of my first 48 hours back in New York.
SUNDAY
appx 3:45pm: Plane touches down at LaGuardia. I briefly consider kissing the tarmac, but remember that I'm back in the city, and decide to pass.
3:50pm: My bag is heavy. My bookbag broke last weekend, so I'm stuck carting around my computer and my other essentials in my gym bag, which was not built to carry heavy stuff. My shoulder hurts.
3:55pm: Luggage arrives.
4:00pm: Get into a cab to take me home. The cab driver is a cheery African who smokes a cigarette and blares loud reggae music. I am so excited to be home that I don't mind.
4:30pm: Home! I open the door to my apartment and am greeted by the sound of my smoke detector. This means I need to buy a battery. My apartment is very dusty, and my bathroom smells funny. I chalk this up to my month-long absence.
4:45pm: Talk to the Brooklyn Squirrel on the phone in front of a drug store. It is a perfect day. There are beautiful people everywhere. I am so happy to be back in my neighborhood.
5:00pm: Equipped with batteries (on sale!) and some frozen yogurt (also on sale!), I return home. I feel like I am floating. There is no tension in my body. I am only slightly anxious about running into my ex-girlfriend. I think to myself, Perhaps this represents a turning point in your life. Perhaps things are going to totally go your way over the next few weeks. Perhaps your life will transform for the better, right now!
In retrospect, I totally jinxed myself.
5:15pm: I investigate the smell in my bathroom. It smells faintly of vanilla. I notice that I have left my vanilla-scented candle jar unscented all month. Maybe the caged-up vanilla smell goes bad when it is trapped in a small space, I think. I open the lid to my toilet. I realize that the candle has nothing to do with the smell: sewage has backed up into my toilet. It is truly disgusting. It will not flush. The only description I will give you: a layer of mold is on the top.
5:20pm: I call the front desk. They tell me that no one is around to fix it, but they will submit a work order. I will have to use the public restrooms in the building. I decide to not worry about it, and turn on the TV to watch some playoff hoops as I dust.
5:22pm: The cable goes out.
5:45pm: After two phone calls to the cable company and several attempts to reboot, I am informed that there is a problem with my cable box, and that technicians will have to come out to fix things. "How is Thursday afternoon?" the cheery cable lady asks. I wish that I could punch her in the face.
6:00pm: I dust. I call my parents. They tell me that things will get better. We talk sports.
8:40pm: I arrive at The Hot Wing's house for dinner - she has agreed to cook for me. Her cat is happy to see me.
8:50pm: I play with the cat. I don't like cats, but I'm a nice guy. We play gentle, then a little rough, then gentle.
9:30pm: We eat. We catch up. The Hot Wing is awesome.
11:30pm: I go home to work on sides for my audition. I only found about it on Friday. I am worried that, even though it is only two pages, I am not prepared enough.
12:30am: I go downstairs to use the bathroom. I feel like an idiot. There is no soap in the bathroom. Or paper towels. I feel gross.
1:30am: Sleep. I am happy to be in my comfortable bed.
MONDAY
9:15am: Rise and shine. I notice that I have bug bites on my right hand and left arm.
11:00am: I arrive for my audition. I endured train trauma, but this is already a long post.
11:10am: I perform my audition. The response is enthusiastic. I am elated.
11:15am: I speak to my temp agent, who has a job for me on Tuesday. I am elated.
12:00pm: I hang out in my building's new workout facility, where my sister-in-law is showing people how to use the equipment. We catch up. My sister-in-law is awesome. I check in with the maintenance guys, and they tell me they will be by at four to fix the toilet.
2:30pm: I buy lunch and go grocery shopping. The bug bites still itch. I put anti-itch cream on them. I check around my bed for spiders and around my ceiling for mosquitoes. I find nothing.
4:00pm: Maintenance doesn't show up.
6:00pm: I meet The Flying Squirrel for coffee. We catch up. The Flying Squirrel is awesome.
7:30pm: We eat dinner at a cool new restaurant. I keep scratching my hand. This bug bite is really bothering me.
9:30pm: Home. I resort to watching games on the internet. My bites are itching like crazy. The cream is not helping.
11:30pm: I try to get myself ready for bed, because I want to work out in the morning before my temp job. I set my alarm for six. I have to go downstairs to use the bathroom. There's still no soap or towels. Fortunately I have brought hand sanitizer. I feel slightly less gross. I search the bed and sheets again for bugs or spiders. I wonder if I was bit at my Heartland apartment.
1:15am: I finally get in bed. My hand and arm itch to the point of pain. I reset the alarm for six fifteen.
3:50am: I wake to my hand throbbing. I look at it and notice that it is swollen to a ridiculous state. I start to panic. I debate going to the hospital, but decide that I am being a wuss.
4:00am: I research spider bites online. I gross myself out.
4:30am: I remember that The Hot Wing's cat, while playing with me, nipped my hand. I wonder if that is the cause of the pain. I put ice on my hand and arm and that helps somewhat.
5:15am: I finally go back to sleep. I scrap my plan to work out at 6:15.
TUESDAY
8:15am: Rise and shine. I am exhausted.
8:30am: My hand is so swollen that I cannot bend my wrist. Under my skin I see a red streak that extends from my wrist to my elbow. The lump on my left arm is now the size of a mini candy bar. This makes getting dressed in my fancy temp clothes difficult.
8:50am: I leave for my temp job. I decide to tell them upon arrival that I will have to go see my doctor. I call my mother, who confirms my decision.
9:30am: I arrive at my temp job. I am told to wait. I sit down on the couch.
9:35am: The other employee from my temp agency arrives. She has been informed that the job has been cancelled.
9:37am: I check my phone. There is a voice mail. It is from my temp agency, telling me to go home because the temp job has been cancelled.
9:45am: I call my doctor's office. They initially tell me that there's no way to see the doctor today, but after I explain my problem they tell me they will call back.
10:00am: I eat breakfast at McDonald's (I didn't want to go all the way home, ok?). I talk to The Hot Wing, who is on a break from jury duty. She is mortified and apologetic. I tell her that it is not her fault. Or her cat's.
10:10am: The phone rings again. It is the doctor's office. My doctor can see me at one.
11:00am: I arrive home. I change out of my fancy temp clothes into my regular Rover clothes. My toilet is still not fixed. I call the maintenance guys. They say they will come up.
11:30am: My temp agent calls to apologize. During her call, the maintenance guys arrive. The toilet is fixed. The maintenance guys are awesome.
12:50pm: I arrive at the doctor's office. My doctor sees me quickly.
1:00pm: I am examined on the table. The red streak now extends from my wrist almost to my armpit. The doctor excuses herself.
1:10pm: The doctor returns. You have an infection from the cat bite, she says. We're going to start you on antibiotics, and I'm going to give you a tetanus shot.
Great, I say. I can still work out while I'm taking this right?
My doctor gives me a withering look.
Um, NO, she says. You have a VERY bad infection. You need to rest for a few days before you start exerting yourself.
My doctor is awesome.
1:50pm: My prescription is filled. This is the fourth time I am on antibiotics in the past seven months. Ironically, I still have four pills left in my pack of probiotics, which, you know, you take after a course of antibiotics. I find this hilarious.
2:15pm: I eat lunch with my brother and his drummer. We make fun of various and sundry things, including: the drummer, for her slow lunch order; the burger joint's soundtrack; internet videos and websites; the sheer size of my antibiotics. We take a picture to document the growth of my stunning man beard. It is a beautiful day. My hand and arm have stopped itching so much. I am drinking an Arnold Palmer. Things are better. My parents were right. They usually are.
With that said, here's the basic timeline of my first 48 hours back in New York.
SUNDAY
appx 3:45pm: Plane touches down at LaGuardia. I briefly consider kissing the tarmac, but remember that I'm back in the city, and decide to pass.
3:50pm: My bag is heavy. My bookbag broke last weekend, so I'm stuck carting around my computer and my other essentials in my gym bag, which was not built to carry heavy stuff. My shoulder hurts.
3:55pm: Luggage arrives.
4:00pm: Get into a cab to take me home. The cab driver is a cheery African who smokes a cigarette and blares loud reggae music. I am so excited to be home that I don't mind.
4:30pm: Home! I open the door to my apartment and am greeted by the sound of my smoke detector. This means I need to buy a battery. My apartment is very dusty, and my bathroom smells funny. I chalk this up to my month-long absence.
4:45pm: Talk to the Brooklyn Squirrel on the phone in front of a drug store. It is a perfect day. There are beautiful people everywhere. I am so happy to be back in my neighborhood.
5:00pm: Equipped with batteries (on sale!) and some frozen yogurt (also on sale!), I return home. I feel like I am floating. There is no tension in my body. I am only slightly anxious about running into my ex-girlfriend. I think to myself, Perhaps this represents a turning point in your life. Perhaps things are going to totally go your way over the next few weeks. Perhaps your life will transform for the better, right now!
In retrospect, I totally jinxed myself.
5:15pm: I investigate the smell in my bathroom. It smells faintly of vanilla. I notice that I have left my vanilla-scented candle jar unscented all month. Maybe the caged-up vanilla smell goes bad when it is trapped in a small space, I think. I open the lid to my toilet. I realize that the candle has nothing to do with the smell: sewage has backed up into my toilet. It is truly disgusting. It will not flush. The only description I will give you: a layer of mold is on the top.
5:20pm: I call the front desk. They tell me that no one is around to fix it, but they will submit a work order. I will have to use the public restrooms in the building. I decide to not worry about it, and turn on the TV to watch some playoff hoops as I dust.
5:22pm: The cable goes out.
5:45pm: After two phone calls to the cable company and several attempts to reboot, I am informed that there is a problem with my cable box, and that technicians will have to come out to fix things. "How is Thursday afternoon?" the cheery cable lady asks. I wish that I could punch her in the face.
6:00pm: I dust. I call my parents. They tell me that things will get better. We talk sports.
8:40pm: I arrive at The Hot Wing's house for dinner - she has agreed to cook for me. Her cat is happy to see me.
8:50pm: I play with the cat. I don't like cats, but I'm a nice guy. We play gentle, then a little rough, then gentle.
9:30pm: We eat. We catch up. The Hot Wing is awesome.
11:30pm: I go home to work on sides for my audition. I only found about it on Friday. I am worried that, even though it is only two pages, I am not prepared enough.
12:30am: I go downstairs to use the bathroom. I feel like an idiot. There is no soap in the bathroom. Or paper towels. I feel gross.
1:30am: Sleep. I am happy to be in my comfortable bed.
MONDAY
9:15am: Rise and shine. I notice that I have bug bites on my right hand and left arm.
11:00am: I arrive for my audition. I endured train trauma, but this is already a long post.
11:10am: I perform my audition. The response is enthusiastic. I am elated.
11:15am: I speak to my temp agent, who has a job for me on Tuesday. I am elated.
12:00pm: I hang out in my building's new workout facility, where my sister-in-law is showing people how to use the equipment. We catch up. My sister-in-law is awesome. I check in with the maintenance guys, and they tell me they will be by at four to fix the toilet.
2:30pm: I buy lunch and go grocery shopping. The bug bites still itch. I put anti-itch cream on them. I check around my bed for spiders and around my ceiling for mosquitoes. I find nothing.
4:00pm: Maintenance doesn't show up.
6:00pm: I meet The Flying Squirrel for coffee. We catch up. The Flying Squirrel is awesome.
7:30pm: We eat dinner at a cool new restaurant. I keep scratching my hand. This bug bite is really bothering me.
9:30pm: Home. I resort to watching games on the internet. My bites are itching like crazy. The cream is not helping.
11:30pm: I try to get myself ready for bed, because I want to work out in the morning before my temp job. I set my alarm for six. I have to go downstairs to use the bathroom. There's still no soap or towels. Fortunately I have brought hand sanitizer. I feel slightly less gross. I search the bed and sheets again for bugs or spiders. I wonder if I was bit at my Heartland apartment.
1:15am: I finally get in bed. My hand and arm itch to the point of pain. I reset the alarm for six fifteen.
3:50am: I wake to my hand throbbing. I look at it and notice that it is swollen to a ridiculous state. I start to panic. I debate going to the hospital, but decide that I am being a wuss.
4:00am: I research spider bites online. I gross myself out.
4:30am: I remember that The Hot Wing's cat, while playing with me, nipped my hand. I wonder if that is the cause of the pain. I put ice on my hand and arm and that helps somewhat.
5:15am: I finally go back to sleep. I scrap my plan to work out at 6:15.
TUESDAY
8:15am: Rise and shine. I am exhausted.
8:30am: My hand is so swollen that I cannot bend my wrist. Under my skin I see a red streak that extends from my wrist to my elbow. The lump on my left arm is now the size of a mini candy bar. This makes getting dressed in my fancy temp clothes difficult.
8:50am: I leave for my temp job. I decide to tell them upon arrival that I will have to go see my doctor. I call my mother, who confirms my decision.
9:30am: I arrive at my temp job. I am told to wait. I sit down on the couch.
9:35am: The other employee from my temp agency arrives. She has been informed that the job has been cancelled.
9:37am: I check my phone. There is a voice mail. It is from my temp agency, telling me to go home because the temp job has been cancelled.
9:45am: I call my doctor's office. They initially tell me that there's no way to see the doctor today, but after I explain my problem they tell me they will call back.
10:00am: I eat breakfast at McDonald's (I didn't want to go all the way home, ok?). I talk to The Hot Wing, who is on a break from jury duty. She is mortified and apologetic. I tell her that it is not her fault. Or her cat's.
10:10am: The phone rings again. It is the doctor's office. My doctor can see me at one.
11:00am: I arrive home. I change out of my fancy temp clothes into my regular Rover clothes. My toilet is still not fixed. I call the maintenance guys. They say they will come up.
11:30am: My temp agent calls to apologize. During her call, the maintenance guys arrive. The toilet is fixed. The maintenance guys are awesome.
12:50pm: I arrive at the doctor's office. My doctor sees me quickly.
1:00pm: I am examined on the table. The red streak now extends from my wrist almost to my armpit. The doctor excuses herself.
1:10pm: The doctor returns. You have an infection from the cat bite, she says. We're going to start you on antibiotics, and I'm going to give you a tetanus shot.
Great, I say. I can still work out while I'm taking this right?
My doctor gives me a withering look.
Um, NO, she says. You have a VERY bad infection. You need to rest for a few days before you start exerting yourself.
My doctor is awesome.
1:50pm: My prescription is filled. This is the fourth time I am on antibiotics in the past seven months. Ironically, I still have four pills left in my pack of probiotics, which, you know, you take after a course of antibiotics. I find this hilarious.
2:15pm: I eat lunch with my brother and his drummer. We make fun of various and sundry things, including: the drummer, for her slow lunch order; the burger joint's soundtrack; internet videos and websites; the sheer size of my antibiotics. We take a picture to document the growth of my stunning man beard. It is a beautiful day. My hand and arm have stopped itching so much. I am drinking an Arnold Palmer. Things are better. My parents were right. They usually are.
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
let's try this again
OK, I'm back.
Wait, you didn't know I left again? Well, I did. I had computer issues (again, this time with the actual computer) that prevented me from getting online again - two days after I got internet access in my apartment. What's next, a plague of locusts?
Before we go any farther, however, I'd like to have a minute of silence for my laptop's dearly departed DVD player (three weeks ago) and hard drive (Thursday). They are survived by the rest of my laptop, my iPod, and (thankfully) my external hard drive.
Thank you.
I suppose that my return to blogging is just in time, because I'm about to depart for three different fun places. I head to the beach for a week on Saturday; then, after a week back in the city I go to Sleepy Hamlet for three weeks; and then, after a brief stopover at home, I'm headed to the Alma Mater for a week. It's a full life.
There's so much to report on - how I'm doing post-breakup, how many random dates I've been on since then, how I enjoy living in my own apartment - but I'm going to save them for a time when my body's not running on a salad and twenty ounces of Belgium beer. I PROMISE that updates will now come more frequently.*
* - as long as nothing else freaky happens
Wait, you didn't know I left again? Well, I did. I had computer issues (again, this time with the actual computer) that prevented me from getting online again - two days after I got internet access in my apartment. What's next, a plague of locusts?
Before we go any farther, however, I'd like to have a minute of silence for my laptop's dearly departed DVD player (three weeks ago) and hard drive (Thursday). They are survived by the rest of my laptop, my iPod, and (thankfully) my external hard drive.
Thank you.
I suppose that my return to blogging is just in time, because I'm about to depart for three different fun places. I head to the beach for a week on Saturday; then, after a week back in the city I go to Sleepy Hamlet for three weeks; and then, after a brief stopover at home, I'm headed to the Alma Mater for a week. It's a full life.
There's so much to report on - how I'm doing post-breakup, how many random dates I've been on since then, how I enjoy living in my own apartment - but I'm going to save them for a time when my body's not running on a salad and twenty ounces of Belgium beer. I PROMISE that updates will now come more frequently.*
* - as long as nothing else freaky happens
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Wednesday
...marks my triumphant return. I'm looking forward to rejoining the virtual world. It will be interesting to see if I have any readers left...
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
we have a new president
And I am SO excited.
I got to watch the swearing-in and most of PRESIDENT OBAMA's (I just love writing that) speech before heading off to a student matinee yesterday. I wasn't as overly emotional as I was on election night; I just felt really, really happy. I smiled a lot. It was really nice.
I'm not naive enough to think that the honeymoon will last all that long, but it's just so nice to have so many people inspired by their government. I'm going to enjoy it while I can.
I got to watch the swearing-in and most of PRESIDENT OBAMA's (I just love writing that) speech before heading off to a student matinee yesterday. I wasn't as overly emotional as I was on election night; I just felt really, really happy. I smiled a lot. It was really nice.
I'm not naive enough to think that the honeymoon will last all that long, but it's just so nice to have so many people inspired by their government. I'm going to enjoy it while I can.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
a quick post behind enemy lines
At Maxine's house - while she knows that this blog exists, she still doesn't have the address. Not sure if I'm ever going to clue her in on that one.
A good night tonight - hung out with a kick ass friend - we gorged ourselves on Thai food and Belgian beer. Excellent combo, although I can't say that I feel the greatest now. Hopefully a couple of tall glasses of water fixes that...
A good night tonight - hung out with a kick ass friend - we gorged ourselves on Thai food and Belgian beer. Excellent combo, although I can't say that I feel the greatest now. Hopefully a couple of tall glasses of water fixes that...
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
what now?
I've dreamed about this day for a long time, and I've been thinking a lot about what I would have to say. I think that this e-mail I wrote to my girlfriend (who is in Chile with her father for a couple of weeks) earlier today sums up most of my feelings pretty well.
[Maxine] -
It's only now, half a day after the fact, that I'm able to gather myself enough to string together a few sentences to you. And that, quite frankly, is still difficult.
I just feel so full today, of life, of energy, of optimism (and, unfortunately, of alcohol - we really cut loose last night), and for so many different reasons. I think we elected the right person for the job. I'm excited that our country has a chance to regain our standing in the world (although your article pointed out that we have a tough road to hoe). I still can't believe that someone who looks like me will be leading this country - my country. I feel an ownership of America that I've never quite felt before.
They always say that it's darkest before the dawn. And I don't want you to think that I'm thinking of Obama as some sort of Messiah or something (although my father made a great analogy about following Jesus Christ "no matter what he looks like" last night), but the last eight years have been as bleak as you can get, with hijackings and bombings and wars and the economy in freefall and unchecked greed...it's been very, very dark. Last night, I think, was the crack of light appearing in the east, the one that leaves you breathless when you see it.
[One of the guys in the cast] sent me a text this morning: "What now?" which I think is the perfect question. I think that the only way that Obama fulfills his promise is if WE all band together and help him, you know? It's going to require sacrifice and dedication and hard work from the entire country to pull us out of this mess, and I just hope people are as committed to what comes next as they were to getting us to this point. I think it just might happen.
One last thing. [Our director] yesterday came into the dressing room and said something to the effect of, "Hey man, we don't have any excuses anymore! We got to pull ourselves together," which was super ironic, because I had been having those exact thoughts the other day (and [the director] and I NEVER agree on anything). I'm really interested to see where my people go from here, whether we can use last night as a springboard to propel ourselves forward or not. Judging by the faces and emotions I saw last night, I think this could be a seminal moment in black history.
OK, enough pontificating. What a day yesterday was! It was funny to get all sorts of messages yesterday from people. [A friend] said there were people cheering in the streets, and apparently 125th Street was crazy. [Two other friends] said that Brooklyn was jumping. [A third friend] was chest-bumping [a very famous actor] (he's got a recurring role on [a tv show] this season, as if I needed another reason to watch it).
I was sitting at tech all day yesterday, not being used (GRRRR), trying unsuccessfully stream TV coverage on my laptop (GRRRR) before watching a crappy feed on the phone. I don't think I started crying until I started thanking God.
[My castmates] and I raced back to my apartment to watch Obama's speech and have some celebratory drinks, and then we went out and drank too much. But I still feel great. I'm excited for you to come back so that I can see you face to face and you can pinch me and tell me that this isn't all a dream.
[Maxine] -
It's only now, half a day after the fact, that I'm able to gather myself enough to string together a few sentences to you. And that, quite frankly, is still difficult.
I just feel so full today, of life, of energy, of optimism (and, unfortunately, of alcohol - we really cut loose last night), and for so many different reasons. I think we elected the right person for the job. I'm excited that our country has a chance to regain our standing in the world (although your article pointed out that we have a tough road to hoe). I still can't believe that someone who looks like me will be leading this country - my country. I feel an ownership of America that I've never quite felt before.
They always say that it's darkest before the dawn. And I don't want you to think that I'm thinking of Obama as some sort of Messiah or something (although my father made a great analogy about following Jesus Christ "no matter what he looks like" last night), but the last eight years have been as bleak as you can get, with hijackings and bombings and wars and the economy in freefall and unchecked greed...it's been very, very dark. Last night, I think, was the crack of light appearing in the east, the one that leaves you breathless when you see it.
[One of the guys in the cast] sent me a text this morning: "What now?" which I think is the perfect question. I think that the only way that Obama fulfills his promise is if WE all band together and help him, you know? It's going to require sacrifice and dedication and hard work from the entire country to pull us out of this mess, and I just hope people are as committed to what comes next as they were to getting us to this point. I think it just might happen.
One last thing. [Our director] yesterday came into the dressing room and said something to the effect of, "Hey man, we don't have any excuses anymore! We got to pull ourselves together," which was super ironic, because I had been having those exact thoughts the other day (and [the director] and I NEVER agree on anything). I'm really interested to see where my people go from here, whether we can use last night as a springboard to propel ourselves forward or not. Judging by the faces and emotions I saw last night, I think this could be a seminal moment in black history.
OK, enough pontificating. What a day yesterday was! It was funny to get all sorts of messages yesterday from people. [A friend] said there were people cheering in the streets, and apparently 125th Street was crazy. [Two other friends] said that Brooklyn was jumping. [A third friend] was chest-bumping [a very famous actor] (he's got a recurring role on [a tv show] this season, as if I needed another reason to watch it).
I was sitting at tech all day yesterday, not being used (GRRRR), trying unsuccessfully stream TV coverage on my laptop (GRRRR) before watching a crappy feed on the phone. I don't think I started crying until I started thanking God.
[My castmates] and I raced back to my apartment to watch Obama's speech and have some celebratory drinks, and then we went out and drank too much. But I still feel great. I'm excited for you to come back so that I can see you face to face and you can pinch me and tell me that this isn't all a dream.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
so close
written in my journal
I'm at tech for [my show] in [Bluff City], sitting in my dressing room frantically trying to keep up with election results. I just got off the phone with my brother, who told me CNN says there's almost no way McCain can win. Still, my guard will stay up until Obama reaches 270.
I feel as though I'm about to burst with so many different emotions.
I'm at tech for [my show] in [Bluff City], sitting in my dressing room frantically trying to keep up with election results. I just got off the phone with my brother, who told me CNN says there's almost no way McCain can win. Still, my guard will stay up until Obama reaches 270.
I feel as though I'm about to burst with so many different emotions.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
31
Another year older, another year wiser.
I had a good birthday - went to see my sister-in-law in her Broadway debut, following by dinner with her and my brother and Maxine and one of my best Sleepy Hamlet friends. The only fly in the ointment? The Steelers lost. But that's how it goes.
I'm hopeful that 31 will be as good as 30 was. We'll see...
I had a good birthday - went to see my sister-in-law in her Broadway debut, following by dinner with her and my brother and Maxine and one of my best Sleepy Hamlet friends. The only fly in the ointment? The Steelers lost. But that's how it goes.
I'm hopeful that 31 will be as good as 30 was. We'll see...
Friday, August 22, 2008
the skies are friendly again
written on a plane
Out of the goodness of my heart I decided to give up my seat on the cross-country flight home, so that one of the stand-by passengers could get on the plane.
Of course, another way of putting it would be to say that I cashed in my miles and upgraded to business class. ;-)
They actually talk to you! And I was offered champagne! And there are real pillows! And blankets!
For the first time in a long time, I am actually excited to fly.
Out of the goodness of my heart I decided to give up my seat on the cross-country flight home, so that one of the stand-by passengers could get on the plane.
Of course, another way of putting it would be to say that I cashed in my miles and upgraded to business class. ;-)
They actually talk to you! And I was offered champagne! And there are real pillows! And blankets!
For the first time in a long time, I am actually excited to fly.
headed home
Finally.
Great times with the kids at camp. Great times with the peeps in Sleepy Hamlet.
Currently I'm sitting at the Sleepy Hamlet airport, waiting to board a plane to take me to a bigger city, where I can get on a plane to go home to New York. So close, yet so far away.
There's a TV in the waiting room. This isn't a big religious area, but it's some kind of Christian program. I love God, but these kind of programs get on my nerves.
I'm also really hungry. And there's no food here.
Sorry about the complaining. I'm exhausted, and I just want to go home.
Looking forward to regular online posting again...
Great times with the kids at camp. Great times with the peeps in Sleepy Hamlet.
Currently I'm sitting at the Sleepy Hamlet airport, waiting to board a plane to take me to a bigger city, where I can get on a plane to go home to New York. So close, yet so far away.
There's a TV in the waiting room. This isn't a big religious area, but it's some kind of Christian program. I love God, but these kind of programs get on my nerves.
I'm also really hungry. And there's no food here.
Sorry about the complaining. I'm exhausted, and I just want to go home.
Looking forward to regular online posting again...
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
happy days are here again
written in the passenger seat of my friend's car
With the exception of four or five people, all of the important people from my Sleepy Hamlet days are back. It feels awesome, like I never left. Last night we were at our favorite watering hole, drinking and dancing and carrying on. As usual, we were loud. As usual, I ran into ex-girlfriends. As usual, we closed the place down.
I know that it is impossible to travel backwards in time. But, last night, my friends and I did just that.
With the exception of four or five people, all of the important people from my Sleepy Hamlet days are back. It feels awesome, like I never left. Last night we were at our favorite watering hole, drinking and dancing and carrying on. As usual, we were loud. As usual, I ran into ex-girlfriends. As usual, we closed the place down.
I know that it is impossible to travel backwards in time. But, last night, my friends and I did just that.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Friday, August 01, 2008
going out
Seeing more old peeps. Good times.
One thing that sucks about being here now - I don't have a car anymore, and it's a twenty minute walk to the bar. Ick. And I don't think that I'm supposed to be drinking anymore. Double ick.
I think I'll still manage to have a good time.
One thing that sucks about being here now - I don't have a car anymore, and it's a twenty minute walk to the bar. Ick. And I don't think that I'm supposed to be drinking anymore. Double ick.
I think I'll still manage to have a good time.
Friday, July 25, 2008
the BBQ invite
written via Facebook - maybe i should have invited all of you guys!
Hi friends -
Late July means that my parents are in town for my brother's birthday, which means that we're having our annual BBQ (which means that you can hear my mom's voice, and watch my dad talk about sandwiches). The details are all below. Let me know if you think you're coming, and maybe we can coordinate transportation details. Hope to see you up there!
Hi friends -
Late July means that my parents are in town for my brother's birthday, which means that we're having our annual BBQ (which means that you can hear my mom's voice, and watch my dad talk about sandwiches). The details are all below. Let me know if you think you're coming, and maybe we can coordinate transportation details. Hope to see you up there!
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