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A day away from the show has been an inordinately good thing. I was also most relieved to see that our producer liked my first production report -- since I'd never done one before and didn't really know what I was doing, this was A Good Thing. We're in the theater tomorrow starting at 10am.
I did apply for a second stage managing job that would commence right after this, but as I lack any sort of experience with the medium (opera) I don't expect anything to come of it. I believe in larks, though, as they've given me nearly everything in my life that's turned out to matter. That said, flightyness as a strategy shouldn't be so easily justifiable.
Today's photoshoot went well, mostly in a for my own amusement sort of way, but that's as good as anything.
Taking a slightly more serious look at my 100 Gods project today, because I realized that what I'm talking about doing in that project is a lot more significant than writing a bunch of stuff off an itemized list of the contents of my private mental landscape. What I want to do is talk about the nature of personal worship in a very strangely (and I'd say poorly) God obsessed culture. I want to talk about how we can revere the foolish and the fleshy and how the private symbolism that we all carry with us, isn't, as we tend to insist in the name of self preservation, embarassing, so much as it is powerful because people do have the capacity to wound us with it -- it means so much, and is so real and is fundamentally our reach beyond ourself -- in terms of creativity, ambition, lust, spirituality. What is worship if not the acceptance of a lack of control, while also making a bid for it? It's the act of acknowledging that, dramatizing that, and int he absolutely broadest sense of the word, eroticizing that. And with that sort of focus, writing the pieces really starts to have a much tighter focus for me other than "how do I feel when I whisper in the dark?".
Having a lot of thoughts tonight about being thirty, time usage, the arc of a creative life and to what degree certain subjects really can only be tackled at certain moments and whether such a map is a general blueprint or horrifically individually specific.
And I still can't believe I thought the Oscars were this Sunday. No. Children of Dune is this Sunday.
I did apply for a second stage managing job that would commence right after this, but as I lack any sort of experience with the medium (opera) I don't expect anything to come of it. I believe in larks, though, as they've given me nearly everything in my life that's turned out to matter. That said, flightyness as a strategy shouldn't be so easily justifiable.
Today's photoshoot went well, mostly in a for my own amusement sort of way, but that's as good as anything.
Taking a slightly more serious look at my 100 Gods project today, because I realized that what I'm talking about doing in that project is a lot more significant than writing a bunch of stuff off an itemized list of the contents of my private mental landscape. What I want to do is talk about the nature of personal worship in a very strangely (and I'd say poorly) God obsessed culture. I want to talk about how we can revere the foolish and the fleshy and how the private symbolism that we all carry with us, isn't, as we tend to insist in the name of self preservation, embarassing, so much as it is powerful because people do have the capacity to wound us with it -- it means so much, and is so real and is fundamentally our reach beyond ourself -- in terms of creativity, ambition, lust, spirituality. What is worship if not the acceptance of a lack of control, while also making a bid for it? It's the act of acknowledging that, dramatizing that, and int he absolutely broadest sense of the word, eroticizing that. And with that sort of focus, writing the pieces really starts to have a much tighter focus for me other than "how do I feel when I whisper in the dark?".
Having a lot of thoughts tonight about being thirty, time usage, the arc of a creative life and to what degree certain subjects really can only be tackled at certain moments and whether such a map is a general blueprint or horrifically individually specific.
And I still can't believe I thought the Oscars were this Sunday. No. Children of Dune is this Sunday.