Life has been kind.I have forgiven and forgotten. Those I have loved are now lost. The other day I couldn't even remember their faces. Odd, considering every one of the twenty three faces of my first grade class stand out in my memory stronger than coked elephants.
I am across the waves at the moment, having just spent three days in London. The British Museum, The Globe Theatre, Buckingham Palace, The Tower of London, The Tate, Covent Carden, and much more. I am now in the Motherland, after a quick flight, for a wedding (I thought Continental was bad but British Air kind of sucks too).
I have an amazing job, in which I basically get to watch a free live show-concert-symphony-musical-play- enter other here every shift. The only downside, too much free food. Pay is low but satisfaction is not, even though my boss is one of those cliche theater school dropouts who runs theaters instead of running around in them.
I've reread Stanislavsky and went through all of Chekovs major works.
My final transcript from Rutgers has been released and I've got A's across the board except for one class. Please gods forgive me fro getting a B in my Introduction to Interpersonal Communication Processes class that I FAILED last semester. Just goes to show that the difference between an F and a B is a different teacher and a later class. Spring classes are looking good, finishing up my Theater degree.
Over the summer I plan to get singing lessons. It's something I know I can do well with help and I've put it off for far too long and I've seen way to many auditions that require several bars for me not to do it. I'm also considering some short courses in film acting. Remind me to read books by Michael Caine.
By the by, I saw Antony and Cleopatra at the Roundhouse in London by the Royal Shakespeare Company and it was ... mediocre. I was actually rther disappointed, especially after having to sit through hours of John Barton's Playing Shakespeare over the summer. I realized, however, that I am able to tell apart experienced versus unexperienced actors, regardless of age (and to some degree, talent). After picking my favorites, I checked the program (which cost me three and a half pounds) and discovered that my favorite actors were the most senior in the company. They played the Soothsayer and Agrippa (Shakespeare loves that name I guess). Reminder to myself to look up the Enobarbus monologues, potential for audition piece.
Anyhow I really have to make a journey to the water closet as I write, as I smell the smoked sausage in the kitchen close by. Farewell.
Je maintiendrai
PS. the photo is from Terence Malicks Days of Heaven, and may the most beautiful film I have ever seen.
