Kantstipation

I can't thank HumaniKelly enough for helping me come up with this term to describe my terrible time writing my last Kant paper (aside from the final). It seemed to be that once I discovered my problem (and the name of it), I was able to fix it. And fix it I did. I FIXED that sucker! We'll see how George likes it.

It seems as though the word quickly got out that I did a really stellar job on my first go at stage managing because now EVERYONE wants me to stage manage for them. My dad is directing at the Civic - auditions are tonight and tomorrow. I should be working on my topical investigation right now so I don't have to worry about it later. It's next on my list after posting, I swear! I got a job (first time I typed "jub". I like that word better.) ASMing/production managing for Summer Shakespeare over at ND. AND Katie accosted me in the hallway the other day with a request of "please please please stage manage my show in the fall please please please..." She doesn't even know what the show is yet! :-P I think my life is taking off...

I just want to go to sleep...

Scheduling and whatnot

Yes, "whatnot" is now a single word, not two.

I always feel guilty when I update solely for the sake of updating, but I don't really care right now. I SHOULD be doing some kind of work so that I won't be freaking out about my Leibniz presentation/Historical Analysis paper/Advanced W portfolio later, but go figure. Here I am. Blogging about nothing.

Sometimes I draw monsters in my class notes. I scanned some of them, so here you go.

It's a nice day outside, and I have to be inside for most of it.

I think I'm going to quit my job as a Chemistry TA, because it's not really all that fun. Perhaps I'll apply to work in the scene shop instead - it'll help me gain some more theatre experience. Hooray.

I kind of feel stinky, though I don't know why.

Alright, I'm done. Lame post, sorry.

It was bound to happen.

My somewhat impulsive and uninformed decision to help out a professor in need by agreeing to stage manage the latest production here at SMC is turning out to be the best decision I've ever made. No matter how I tried to avoid the fact that theatre is in my blood, something like this was bound to happen. I've found myself regretting the decision to double-major in Philosophy and Comm Studies rather than Philosophy and Theatre...although I've recently discovered that in my senior year here at SMC, it is absolutely feasible - even easy - for me to pick up a minor in Theatre Production.

I love being a stage manager. I've discovered some wonderful things about myself that are finally coming into focus. The director pointed out last night that I should be proud of myself because I've got a wonderful politeness about me but I'm still a firm authority figure (and those two things are extremely hard to put together). Calling the light and sound cues - something I was initially fearing - is actually very fun and enjoyable.

Here's the thing: I applied for a business internship at the ol' Creede Rep' (the theatre I essentially grew up in) for this summer, and wasn't accepted because I applied too late. However, my would-be boss invited me to apply in the summer of 2009. I said that I was not sure where I'd be at that point, as I'd be graduating that May, but I'd definitely consider it. (Here I point out the fact that I believe everything happens for a reason...) I know now that if I end up go back to Creede, I won't go as a business intern. I will go as a stage manager.

Maybe I shouldn't have ignored the fact that theatre runs with the very blood in my veins.

-M. Da

Disorganization.

As I've been trying to put together some kind of coherent exposition of the work of Gottfried Wilhelm von Leibniz for my Advanced Logic class, I find that he and I have a very similar thought structure - if we don't organize everything in a list form, with each item assigned to a number, claims and arguments (and, in my case, just random shit) become disorganized and difficult for others to understand. That is, others who do not think in this way have a slightly more difficult time understanding than those who do. Leibniz, who was working with some very complex philosophical and logical claims, seems to have an easier time connecting everything than I do.

I wish I had something more substantial to write than this. Here's a haiku I scribbled during class the other day.

I see mundane lives;
Heavy burdens dragged in tow.
My hands are shaking.

-Me