Um. Yeah. The third semester of my graduate-student career has struck. Rehearsals. Classes, too, but oh the rehearsals! So, y’all are going to come to see this show I’m more or less killing myself for, right? Right…?
January 12, 2010
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October 13, 2009
Ok, so it isn’t just jingju. The vog, an evil, evil volcanic pollution-fog that comes here to Honolulu all the way from Kona, has been making it extremely difficult for me to focus. My eyes are streaming, my sinuses are full of burning goo, my ears are all plugged up, I’ve been pushing migraine in the headache department for days, and on top of all that I’m in an insanely intense training program that requires me to memorize large swaths of a script in extremely stylized Chinese, which is NOT one of the three languages I speak and understand. It’s like memorizing very specific and important (not to mention long) monologues in gibberish… with tones. Also, the movement style is so counter-intuitive for one of my roles that it’s painful and mind-bending. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more completely out of my depth and incompetent in my life. And one of my long-suffering professional actor teachers from China appears to be growing disappointed in me, which makes it all worse. Blargh. The vog and the jingju, they are eating my brains slowly (and apparently with a dull plastic spork), and if nothing more important, my ego may not survive the ordeal.
In my defense, the play isn’t until February, and if I have even an eighth of my brain left by then, I WILL KNOCK EVERYONE’S SOCKS OFF SO HELP ME THE GOD OF LONG LOST BUT FONDLY REMEMBERED FREE TIME SO HA!
If anybody needs me, I’ll be hiding in the closet rocking back and forth and reexamining my outwitted zombie plan. -EGD