I'm currently working on William Inge's Splendor in the Grass. I am Ginny Stamper. This morning rehearsal was incredibly rewarding and wild. I had a blast. I'm also looking at the curriculum for Spring term and feeling much better about the registration process this time around. I will be taking:

Theatre and Arts for Peace and Reconciliation
Adaptation II
and hopefully, two of the following:
Reading and Writing Poetry
American Theatre Now
Developmental Psychology after the Theories
Reading the Body

I struggled a great deal this morning with my body. I was moving a lot, working on a drunken fast-paced, accelerated version of The Charleston, and it hit me how insecure I still feel, after all this time, about my body. I was going to town in heels like a crazy woman and the only things I could think about were breathing and how fat I must be to other people around me. Even so, though, the lace black slip I was wearing (along with the heels) helped me to justify the actions of my character and helped me to forget about my own insecurities and body for awhile. It was nice. I like being able to forget how ugly I feel most of the time. Don't get me wrong, I don't think actors should use acting as some coping mechanism for a problem in their life, but the fact is: sometimes a girl's just gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

after some careful consideration

I almost deleted my blog this morning but then I realized that it isn't that I have nothing significant or useful to blog about but that I don't want to blog about things that I am currently finding significant and useful. After some careful consideration I've decided that I will keep blogging. I think it can be an effective way to communicate with people I love who are far away. I also think it can help me communicate with my self, plural, in a way that will be more helpful than my time to time journal entry these days. I find myself spending a significant amount of time on a computer simply because I like to type things out. Typing is faster and doesn't require the kind of energy it takes to maintain hand-coordination when sharing hands with ten people. Despite the fact that I've never been remotely concerned about this before, I have recently developed an aversion to the idea of blogging. I have begun to think that writing about myself in a public way demonstrates some innate character flaw. I also believe this is certainly not true. Blogging can be a highly effective means of communicating one idea or amusement or realization with a group of other people in the world who appreciate that idea or amusement or realization. After all, I am a reader of blogs and don't find myself judging the bloggers responsible for their upkeep. So, in short, welcome us back to blogging.

WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE

"In the midst of turmoil, Max falls into a primitive, mythical realm with a community of Wild Things. The Wild Things contain and re-enact different pieces of his inner frenzy. One of them feels unimportant. One throws a tantrum because his love has been betrayed. They embody his different tendencies." -New York Times.

Read more: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/20/opinion/20brooks.html