-Bob Dylan
As this semester concludes, I am in a period of self-evaluation and reflection.
While, in some ways, this semester has been my most successful with regard to my teaching; it also has been my most challenging.
True, the word "challenging" does not mean "bad," but in this case - it might a bit.
On one hand, I was given a class that teachers dream about; it was all about the work.
Among the whole class, there was generosity, openness, willingness to do the work...trust. In a weird way, we were all the teacher and all the student; we all learned from each other, myself included. I cannot possibly expect to have another class like this again. I can hope...
On the other, not as much. That is not to say that the experience was bad; but it was hard work. Mind you, am not afraid of hard work; quite frankly, anything worthwhile is hard work, I believe.
But this is different:
I must be clear that there were some real gems in all my classes, some of the students were just absolute delights. Unfortunately, amongst the "gems" were some students that were challenging, at best.
I have been faced with several forms of resistance; the likes of which I fear I am neither equipped, nor interested in dealing with. I am speaking of the forms of resistance that are based in laziness and/or arrogance; I have no time for it. Moreover, I do have to question if these students are even aware of the kind of work this craft requires. Asked another way - I wonder, do they wish to learn the Art of Acting? or are they merely interested in fame? Trust me - they are two very different things. One requires years of dedication and intense training coupled with an acute sense of self- awareness; the other - the release of a sex-tape released on YouTube.
Take your pick. No judgements.
...but know what you want.
But it's not all on them...what I mean is I do ask the question, "What can I do better?"
...a question I constantly ask myself.
Though I balance my role as an educator.
There was some criticism that found its way back to me: that my class might not have been as "fun" as other classes offered. I hear it, but it confounds me for two reasons:
1) we played a great deal of theater games. Maybe I emphasized the "lessons" too much? maybe I should have just let it be and play the games and let the students draw their own sense of relevance?
2) For me - the work IS the fun. Not only the research and rehearsal, but also the doing of it; the living in the crafted circumstances....I don't know.
My opinion.
I do believe there were some that just weren't interested in doing the work, period. Perhaps I shouldn't admit this - but I do not have time for that type of student. I teach to the top of the class; that is, I give to those students who put in the work.
Said another way, I'm struggling with my role as teacher here...vs. entertainer.
Add to that - this semester cost more than I would have liked.
Because of my schedule limitations (brought on by my teaching schedule) I was released from two plays that I had booked, and missed two significant auditions. This has caused me to rethink my priorities a bit.
I always maintain that I am an actor, first. I hate missing opportunities; I do not plan to allow that to continue.
2015 will be better, different.
Friday, December 19, 2014
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Give and Take...
He giveth and he taketh away.
For the first time in my career - ever, really...I find myself facing the reality of being released from a show.
With regret, I am no longer involved with Love and Intrigue.
Fortunately, the decision was made without malice or ill-feelings; it was merely a matter of logistics. With my booking of an episode of Blue Bloods, coupled with my teaching, added to that a few other scheduling restraints...it was agreed that the timing of this project just wasn't working with us.
Of course the ego is bruised as this was a challenge (the role of Chancellor) I was looking forward to meeting.
However, I have to acknowledge that for the sake of the whole, the cast dynamic, and the demands of the type of work that was expected - it was/is the right decision.
My schedule restraints spread me too thin and again, while I was able to do the work, the potential cost to everyone else and their work was too great- I admit, that that would not have been fair.
We all have to face a situation like this at some point.
Well, now I have.
I write this as I am out the door to shoot:
I write this as I am out the door to shoot:
So, everything comes at a cost to something else.
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Seize those moments that seize you...
I didn't coin that.
I recently saw the movie Boyhood; a solid movie that follows the life and literal growth of a young boy as he and his family negotiate their way through questionable choices and the unknown that is life itself. Anyway, that heading is inspired by a line from the film.
As I said, it's a solid film with a fascinating "hook;"we watch this kid grow up before our eyes. I have to confess however, I wasn't crazy about the boy himself. While he wasn't bad, I didn't get the sense that his "whatever" demeanor and attitude wasn't an acting choice, it was just the way this kid was, or grew up to be. It's a risk one takes when casting a 5-6 year old child and plan on filming him/her (he had a sister was was a little more engaging) for 12 years - you get what you get and find a way to make it work, which Mr. Linklater does successfully, by the way.
Anyway...lest this post begins to come off as a film review, I'll get to my point (is there one?).
The 2 "leads" are the estranged mother/father of said boy, portrayed with aplomb by Patricia Arquette and Ethan Hawke, respectively. Really lovely work from them. Anyway, one of the 2 moments that smacked me in the face was when the mother has the realization, upon her son's departure for college, that this might be "it." Not the end of her life mind you, but that "it" is really the compilation of moments and milestones. In addition, in her self-actualized state she also realizes that she expected "more" by this point in her life.
God, I get that one! I confess, I struggle with that very question more than I'd like:
"Shouldn't there be more?"
And, of course, that one has many cousins to it:
"What am I doing?"
"Is it worthwhile?"
"Am I successful?"
In this business/industry, success can too easily be defined not by the finding/getting work necessarily, but the kind of work, via mainstream industry vehicles (i.e. TV [co-star? guest-star? etc.] or Film [studio? indie?now web-series...blah, blah, blah...])
I could write a dissertation on the previous questions...but I won't. Not right now, anyway.
But back to the film...
The next moment that hit me (my guess- the director's subtle, or not so subtle response to the mother's question) is when the boy is out hiking with some new-found friends upon arriving to college (the circumstance feels a little forced, but file it under Mr. Coleridge's "willing suspension of disbelief"). He is sitting there with this cute-fellow first day of college-girl, looking out at the desert and they are conversing about their cobbled life philosophies. She makes a point about how we are used to being told to seize the moment. She continues to extrapolate that maybe it is, in fact the other way around...?
That too, got me thinking (which is what art is supposed to do, right?)...
How do we know which moments to "seize" and which ones we shouldn't?
My best guess? Perhaps we should merely be open to the moments that happen, or "seize" us, and take them?
That was the best I could come up with...so, I'm going to do my best to give that a shot.
I'm nearing the completion of the first month of the Fall'14 semester.
3 Acting classes between Rutgers and Rider Universities
So far...? it is the best bunch I've had in a long time - throughout all classes
They possess eager, open and willing attitudes.
We are having fun.
I think they are learning...?
Next week, I begin rehearsal for Love and Intrigue, to be directed by Christopher Cartmill; a production going up at Rutgers. Yes, I will be performing in the Levin Theater again; I never expected that. There is a new guard at Mason Gross and they are changing things a bit. One of those changes includes the current classes to work with alumni; providing a secondary benefit of working with working professionals. I am truly flattered and complimented by the invite to participate. I hope to be able to live/work up to their goals.
Naturally, I welcome the opportunity to continue working.
In addition, overtures have been made to me to secure classes to teach in the spring.
Right now, I feel like a success.
I am seizing this moment....
I recently saw the movie Boyhood; a solid movie that follows the life and literal growth of a young boy as he and his family negotiate their way through questionable choices and the unknown that is life itself. Anyway, that heading is inspired by a line from the film.
As I said, it's a solid film with a fascinating "hook;"we watch this kid grow up before our eyes. I have to confess however, I wasn't crazy about the boy himself. While he wasn't bad, I didn't get the sense that his "whatever" demeanor and attitude wasn't an acting choice, it was just the way this kid was, or grew up to be. It's a risk one takes when casting a 5-6 year old child and plan on filming him/her (he had a sister was was a little more engaging) for 12 years - you get what you get and find a way to make it work, which Mr. Linklater does successfully, by the way.
Anyway...lest this post begins to come off as a film review, I'll get to my point (is there one?).
The 2 "leads" are the estranged mother/father of said boy, portrayed with aplomb by Patricia Arquette and Ethan Hawke, respectively. Really lovely work from them. Anyway, one of the 2 moments that smacked me in the face was when the mother has the realization, upon her son's departure for college, that this might be "it." Not the end of her life mind you, but that "it" is really the compilation of moments and milestones. In addition, in her self-actualized state she also realizes that she expected "more" by this point in her life.
God, I get that one! I confess, I struggle with that very question more than I'd like:
"Shouldn't there be more?"
And, of course, that one has many cousins to it:
"What am I doing?"
"Is it worthwhile?"
"Am I successful?"
In this business/industry, success can too easily be defined not by the finding/getting work necessarily, but the kind of work, via mainstream industry vehicles (i.e. TV [co-star? guest-star? etc.] or Film [studio? indie?now web-series...blah, blah, blah...])
I could write a dissertation on the previous questions...but I won't. Not right now, anyway.
But back to the film...
The next moment that hit me (my guess- the director's subtle, or not so subtle response to the mother's question) is when the boy is out hiking with some new-found friends upon arriving to college (the circumstance feels a little forced, but file it under Mr. Coleridge's "willing suspension of disbelief"). He is sitting there with this cute-fellow first day of college-girl, looking out at the desert and they are conversing about their cobbled life philosophies. She makes a point about how we are used to being told to seize the moment. She continues to extrapolate that maybe it is, in fact the other way around...?
That too, got me thinking (which is what art is supposed to do, right?)...
How do we know which moments to "seize" and which ones we shouldn't?
My best guess? Perhaps we should merely be open to the moments that happen, or "seize" us, and take them?
That was the best I could come up with...so, I'm going to do my best to give that a shot.
I'm nearing the completion of the first month of the Fall'14 semester.
3 Acting classes between Rutgers and Rider Universities
So far...? it is the best bunch I've had in a long time - throughout all classes
They possess eager, open and willing attitudes.
We are having fun.
I think they are learning...?
Next week, I begin rehearsal for Love and Intrigue, to be directed by Christopher Cartmill; a production going up at Rutgers. Yes, I will be performing in the Levin Theater again; I never expected that. There is a new guard at Mason Gross and they are changing things a bit. One of those changes includes the current classes to work with alumni; providing a secondary benefit of working with working professionals. I am truly flattered and complimented by the invite to participate. I hope to be able to live/work up to their goals.
Naturally, I welcome the opportunity to continue working.
In addition, overtures have been made to me to secure classes to teach in the spring.
Right now, I feel like a success.
I am seizing this moment....
Sunday, August 10, 2014
slow burn...
The Peddler's Tale closed.
Too, too brief run.
Great group of people. Beautiful production.
Richard (director) and Liz (writer) complimented each other with the show, I believe.
The show truly deserves a bigger, longer run...we'll see.
Now on to the Fall semester; 1 class at Rutgers (Intermediate Acting 272), 2 classes at Rider (Basic Acting 1).
I feel good about the classes. 272 is comprised of some former students (I taught 271 last semester); I think they're might be a compliment in there somewhere.
And at Rider - I've struggled with Acting classes there. I feel restricted by time (Rutgers is 6 hours a week whereas Rider is only 3), in addition the students there are an interesting mix of majors and non-majors. Whereas at Rutgers, it was all BA's, which allowed for more consistency.
This semester, not only am I readjusting my goals and expectations, I have heard that I will be dealing with mostly majors...so that sounds promising.
The only glitch this semester is a looming strike at Rider.
We'll see.
I have a few possible projects on the horizon:
Some V/O work our of Princeton
a possible play in the coming month
There is an Indie Film from Philly which is expressing interest.
Of course, I count on nothing...not being negative, I've just been on this dance floor before.
Nothing is real until it's happening, or a contract is signed.
Naturally, I'm in PA when I have free time (which is more than I'd like this month),
I think we need to make some big decisions there...
Too, too brief run.
Great group of people. Beautiful production.
Richard (director) and Liz (writer) complimented each other with the show, I believe.
The show truly deserves a bigger, longer run...we'll see.
Now on to the Fall semester; 1 class at Rutgers (Intermediate Acting 272), 2 classes at Rider (Basic Acting 1).
I feel good about the classes. 272 is comprised of some former students (I taught 271 last semester); I think they're might be a compliment in there somewhere.
And at Rider - I've struggled with Acting classes there. I feel restricted by time (Rutgers is 6 hours a week whereas Rider is only 3), in addition the students there are an interesting mix of majors and non-majors. Whereas at Rutgers, it was all BA's, which allowed for more consistency.
This semester, not only am I readjusting my goals and expectations, I have heard that I will be dealing with mostly majors...so that sounds promising.
The only glitch this semester is a looming strike at Rider.
We'll see.
I have a few possible projects on the horizon:
Some V/O work our of Princeton
a possible play in the coming month
There is an Indie Film from Philly which is expressing interest.
Of course, I count on nothing...not being negative, I've just been on this dance floor before.
Nothing is real until it's happening, or a contract is signed.
Naturally, I'm in PA when I have free time (which is more than I'd like this month),
I think we need to make some big decisions there...
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Working....
Ah, to work on something again...! it continues to bring joy to my soul, especially when I have been given the opportunity to work on something significant, meaningful and smart.
We had our 1st read last night, and am loving the way it feels and sounds; truly a solid group of artists with which I get to work.
This show is part of the Fresh Fruit Festival and runs the week of July 15th.
I'll keep you posted...
The Peddler's Tale
written by
the brilliant Liz Thaler
directed by
my friend Richard Aven
We had our 1st read last night, and am loving the way it feels and sounds; truly a solid group of artists with which I get to work.
This show is part of the Fresh Fruit Festival and runs the week of July 15th.
(my only gripe is the run is too short!)
I'll keep you posted...
Friday, May 16, 2014
You can die in the struggle....
or relax into it.
Christ!
Astounded I survived this one....but I did.
No small feat.
Challenges unrelenting from many angles.
One day at a time, slow and steady....
Now what?
Christ!
Astounded I survived this one....but I did.
No small feat.
Challenges unrelenting from many angles.
One day at a time, slow and steady....
Now what?
Sunday, March 16, 2014
What I did this past winter....
Ok, so I realize it's been a while...
I've been in the process of a significant transitional period.
As you may recall, I was residing at my parent's place since I returned from my gig in West Palm Beach.
Christ, I hadn't "lived at home" since I was in high school (I will not state how long ago that was...but it was quite a while back!). And though "living with one's parents" comes with its expected obstacles and challenges, given the brutal, oppressive winter we just went through, I realize I was meant to be there during those few months. And on a level, I was happy to be.
No hyperbole, coming off of the severity of Sandy last fall (I was at ground Zero.5, I call it. The big difference between Jersey City and Hoboken at the time was that the water receded from Jersey City, unlike Hoboken), this winter hit Chester County, PA with an unrelenting consistency. Seriously, it seemed the epicenter of every f-ing storm that came (I think we're at 15? or so? - no joke!), was directly in line with West Chester, Philadelphia and what is now known as the "I-95 Corridor."
Shoveling became my daily ritual; where to put the snow became the quandary of the week. Piles were so high that snow-blowers (I used ours for the first time) could only throw the snow so high. When they became useless and we had to resort to shovels again...we were limited by our throwing power.
Back aches and tendonitis seemed to take permanent residence in my body, it feels.
Through the worst of it: the ice storm, we were without heat and power for almost a week. We burned wood, snuggled around the fireplace like we were in some Dickens novel and tolerated it until the house lost what retained heat it kept. That last night was truly brutal; at the risk of sounding insensitive, I don't want to imagine what the homeless must suffer through. I only know, I couldn't sleep while the biting cold pierced my face; completely residing under the pile of blankets conversely, was suffocating. Pick you poison.
Then I had the commute to 2 schools in New Jersey from the other side of Philadelphia.
My mornings at Rutgers (class begins at 9:15) required my waking up at 5am, being out the door by 6-6:30 at the latest; traffic being such a variable, I couldn't chance it. Wednesdays required me to get a hotel as I couldn't justify driving back from Rider U. only to make the 5am jaunt back up to Rutgers. Added to that the issue of safety - at that hour, not only is it the coldest, but there is also the greatest propensity for "black ice" on the roads; terrible, terrible accidents all over the area (you may recall the 50 car pile-up on the PA Turnpike this winter? that was right in my commute).
In addition, starting in early February - I finally found a place - AND MOVED!
WHO the F*^% moves in FEBRUARY!!!??????
This Guy!!!
Jesus - that was arduous to say the least.
Planning trips not only around my teaching schedule, auditions, and of course, the weather; it was something akin to producing a play. Juggling so many factors to think of it all would make you cry.
Irony Alert - after the move - I found myself not only battling loneliness (a new neighborhood) but I also found myself really missing my parents. Yes, living with them (albeit briefly) was annoying at times (man, that man constantly wants something!!), but I am so lucky (SO LUCKY) that my parents actually are also my friends. Sure I love them, but I also LIKE them. Does that make sense?
In addition, it also felt good to do all I could for them. Christ, they've done (DO) so much for me - the least I can do is make their lives easier in some small way. I worry that I can't do as much for them now that I'm gone. Sure, I visit fairly regularly - but it's not the same...
Random observation - whenever I arrive back in PA, the first words out of my father's mouth, "When are you leaving?"
When I am heading out the door with my last bag to return to NJ, "When are you coming back?"
You gotta love the guy.
She ain't bad either! 78 years old and had an exhibit in the Philadelphia Flower Show - AGAIN!!!
Can't wait to see the pics!
So proud of her.
God, I love them both.
Teaching - yes, I am teaching 3 courses this semester; one of which is a brand new course: American Contemporary Theater.
I actually schedule a field trip for this one - HUH???!!
Yep, we all went to the Walnut Street Theater to see a show together.
What am I thinking??!!! I'm only an adjunct!!!
Here's the thing - it all came together!
Fortunately, it's a great class, great students - and we all made it work (thanks again, Blair for being the class transport!)
My other classes are Acting classes (Basic at Rutgers, Intermediate at Rider) - great students (for the most part)...some wonderful moments and growth present in both classes. My only hope is that they are able to see what I see and own their progress. A few instances of resistant attitudes but fortunately, nothing too disruptive. Though I have realized my greatest frustration in the classroom is stifled growth. To see students willfully hold themselves back is mind-boggling to me (while they may not know that that is, in fact, what they are doing...it is, in fact a "choice" to not do the work...a result of resistance.)
When I look back on the past few months I cannot help but marvel at it all.
Does life get easier?
Why can't it?
Might I be able to get more of what I want?
Is it just about patience?
I'm now pretty much completely moved in. There are a few non-essentials I need to get out of storage, but I've been living here (in Hoboken) for the past month. Getting to know my new neighborhood, new commute. It's nice, while it's more residential than where I lived in Jersey City, it's just as accessible to the city.
I'm back in a scene study class, back involved with Amios and have been auditioning (which has been going well - close to booking something). So, of course, that whole struggle begins again, raising all those old questions.
I feel I'm still growing into my type...We'll see....is it all just about timing?
I've been in the process of a significant transitional period.
As you may recall, I was residing at my parent's place since I returned from my gig in West Palm Beach.
Christ, I hadn't "lived at home" since I was in high school (I will not state how long ago that was...but it was quite a while back!). And though "living with one's parents" comes with its expected obstacles and challenges, given the brutal, oppressive winter we just went through, I realize I was meant to be there during those few months. And on a level, I was happy to be.
No hyperbole, coming off of the severity of Sandy last fall (I was at ground Zero.5, I call it. The big difference between Jersey City and Hoboken at the time was that the water receded from Jersey City, unlike Hoboken), this winter hit Chester County, PA with an unrelenting consistency. Seriously, it seemed the epicenter of every f-ing storm that came (I think we're at 15? or so? - no joke!), was directly in line with West Chester, Philadelphia and what is now known as the "I-95 Corridor."
Shoveling became my daily ritual; where to put the snow became the quandary of the week. Piles were so high that snow-blowers (I used ours for the first time) could only throw the snow so high. When they became useless and we had to resort to shovels again...we were limited by our throwing power.
Back aches and tendonitis seemed to take permanent residence in my body, it feels.
Through the worst of it: the ice storm, we were without heat and power for almost a week. We burned wood, snuggled around the fireplace like we were in some Dickens novel and tolerated it until the house lost what retained heat it kept. That last night was truly brutal; at the risk of sounding insensitive, I don't want to imagine what the homeless must suffer through. I only know, I couldn't sleep while the biting cold pierced my face; completely residing under the pile of blankets conversely, was suffocating. Pick you poison.
Then I had the commute to 2 schools in New Jersey from the other side of Philadelphia.
My mornings at Rutgers (class begins at 9:15) required my waking up at 5am, being out the door by 6-6:30 at the latest; traffic being such a variable, I couldn't chance it. Wednesdays required me to get a hotel as I couldn't justify driving back from Rider U. only to make the 5am jaunt back up to Rutgers. Added to that the issue of safety - at that hour, not only is it the coldest, but there is also the greatest propensity for "black ice" on the roads; terrible, terrible accidents all over the area (you may recall the 50 car pile-up on the PA Turnpike this winter? that was right in my commute).
In addition, starting in early February - I finally found a place - AND MOVED!
WHO the F*^% moves in FEBRUARY!!!??????
This Guy!!!
Jesus - that was arduous to say the least.
Planning trips not only around my teaching schedule, auditions, and of course, the weather; it was something akin to producing a play. Juggling so many factors to think of it all would make you cry.
Irony Alert - after the move - I found myself not only battling loneliness (a new neighborhood) but I also found myself really missing my parents. Yes, living with them (albeit briefly) was annoying at times (man, that man constantly wants something!!), but I am so lucky (SO LUCKY) that my parents actually are also my friends. Sure I love them, but I also LIKE them. Does that make sense?
In addition, it also felt good to do all I could for them. Christ, they've done (DO) so much for me - the least I can do is make their lives easier in some small way. I worry that I can't do as much for them now that I'm gone. Sure, I visit fairly regularly - but it's not the same...
Random observation - whenever I arrive back in PA, the first words out of my father's mouth, "When are you leaving?"
When I am heading out the door with my last bag to return to NJ, "When are you coming back?"
You gotta love the guy.
She ain't bad either! 78 years old and had an exhibit in the Philadelphia Flower Show - AGAIN!!!
Can't wait to see the pics!
So proud of her.
God, I love them both.
Teaching - yes, I am teaching 3 courses this semester; one of which is a brand new course: American Contemporary Theater.
I actually schedule a field trip for this one - HUH???!!
Yep, we all went to the Walnut Street Theater to see a show together.
What am I thinking??!!! I'm only an adjunct!!!
Here's the thing - it all came together!
Fortunately, it's a great class, great students - and we all made it work (thanks again, Blair for being the class transport!)
My other classes are Acting classes (Basic at Rutgers, Intermediate at Rider) - great students (for the most part)...some wonderful moments and growth present in both classes. My only hope is that they are able to see what I see and own their progress. A few instances of resistant attitudes but fortunately, nothing too disruptive. Though I have realized my greatest frustration in the classroom is stifled growth. To see students willfully hold themselves back is mind-boggling to me (while they may not know that that is, in fact, what they are doing...it is, in fact a "choice" to not do the work...a result of resistance.)
When I look back on the past few months I cannot help but marvel at it all.
Does life get easier?
Why can't it?
Might I be able to get more of what I want?
Is it just about patience?
I'm now pretty much completely moved in. There are a few non-essentials I need to get out of storage, but I've been living here (in Hoboken) for the past month. Getting to know my new neighborhood, new commute. It's nice, while it's more residential than where I lived in Jersey City, it's just as accessible to the city.
I'm back in a scene study class, back involved with Amios and have been auditioning (which has been going well - close to booking something). So, of course, that whole struggle begins again, raising all those old questions.
I feel I'm still growing into my type...We'll see....is it all just about timing?
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Auld Lang Syne
Forgive my neglect.
Happy New Year!
2014 is already feeling pretty good.
At the risk of jinxing anything, I'll resist going into detail on my major development; more will be announced when things become more official.
Other than that - I've been based out of PA since I returned from Florida.
Doing the "dutiful son" thing that I do.
Being such a brutal winter, I am grateful to be around for my parents (i.e. shoveling snow, stacking wood, general winter maintenance, etc) however, I am going a bit stir crazy...feeling a bit out of touch with the business.
Yes, I've had some auditions during this typically slow period, but I need to get working again.
Kinda going nuts here.
I see friends/colleagues doing stuff, getting work, moving forward. While I am so happy for them, and proud; it's hard not to be a little jealous.
Jealousy - a natural human reaction. I have come to terms that it happens without my effort. I acknowledge it when it surfaces, focus on the happiness I have for those working, and move on.
But all this shall pass - if all goes as it should, I should be living in the NYC area in the next few weeks.
Then - back to classes, and auditions, and Manhattan!!
The spring semester begins in a few weeks.
2 classes at Rider University (including a new class!), 1 at Rutgers.
The first few weeks will consist of a bitch of commute (from PA)!
Again, I'm looking for normalcy by the 3rd week of February.
Will keep you posted.
May the best of 2013 be the worst of 2014!
Happy New Year!
2014 is already feeling pretty good.
At the risk of jinxing anything, I'll resist going into detail on my major development; more will be announced when things become more official.
Other than that - I've been based out of PA since I returned from Florida.
Doing the "dutiful son" thing that I do.
Being such a brutal winter, I am grateful to be around for my parents (i.e. shoveling snow, stacking wood, general winter maintenance, etc) however, I am going a bit stir crazy...feeling a bit out of touch with the business.
Yes, I've had some auditions during this typically slow period, but I need to get working again.
Kinda going nuts here.
I see friends/colleagues doing stuff, getting work, moving forward. While I am so happy for them, and proud; it's hard not to be a little jealous.
Jealousy - a natural human reaction. I have come to terms that it happens without my effort. I acknowledge it when it surfaces, focus on the happiness I have for those working, and move on.
But all this shall pass - if all goes as it should, I should be living in the NYC area in the next few weeks.
Then - back to classes, and auditions, and Manhattan!!
The spring semester begins in a few weeks.
2 classes at Rider University (including a new class!), 1 at Rutgers.
The first few weeks will consist of a bitch of commute (from PA)!
Again, I'm looking for normalcy by the 3rd week of February.
Will keep you posted.
May the best of 2013 be the worst of 2014!
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