Assembly in the A.M.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

 

2015

Kind of shocked to see I had created this blog in 2002 and now it is 2015.

13 years later. My how fast time can go when the time reference begins with an [apparently] abandoned interest.

I truly believe everything moves in circles. Right? We rediscover our way. Like a thread winding its way back to the center of the labyrinth. We have only to hold onto that thread. More importantly, we have to want to follow it back.

Or transform it.

From above, finally, you can see a pattern.

Connection.

So.

Simplification. 2015. Yes. #Yaaaaaaaas!

It's easy to find those abandoned interests. Right? But let's -- first -- renamed them INCOMPLETE interests. Undeveloped. Interests whose time has not come yet. Interests that graft onto others. Files that are neatly labeled. Ready to be brought out, and maybe even integrated into a bigger Master Folder.

We don't know yet. We don't always HAVE to know.

So.

13 years later.

I'm OK with that.

I like "Assembly in the A.M." It, synchronistically, again, is morning, and I feel I am assembling, once again. Even if it is 13 years later.

I look forward to filing new bits. To be sure.

One thing though:
I have a reverence to that 2002 Blog year. Something about it. I want to acknowledge it. To be sure.

 

Just so interesting to see where the head was at, what the activities were back then. Particularly because the blog was started only a little over a year before I finally moved to New York City. And the last entry is the day before I started my new job in Oakland, with no clear intention of what was going to happen next.

But when you read the first entry, one of the sub-heads is "San Francisco is a Toy City." (Honestly, San Francisco, I didn't mean to sound as harsh as that now sounds!) I can see that I felt I wanted to move. I think I'd already decided that, as a matter of fact. Otherwise, why would I be so confident in talking about toy cities, eh? Besides, what's wrong with a smaller-sized city? A town? Or a village?

Future musings.

Welcome back.

Namasté.

~Anth
posted by Unknown 8:00 AM

Friday, March 15, 2002

 

I   AM   AN   ACTOR   IN   4   HOURS

Electronic Yoga

Stimulating stretch over the internet

So I am an actor in about 4 and a half hours. I’ve woken mid-morning and made a few important phone calls, then got onto the important stuff – the internet, and formed a sort-of download rhythm of songs from the internet. Check e-mail. Check Blogs. Download. Don’t listen to the one you just downloaded until you download another. OK, so my Coach thinks it’s immoral to download songs from the internet. Is he right? I, like, never would have been introduced to this music, though. So I don’t know. I’m having fun putting music back into my life. And, of course, I’m now addicted. Which is why I haven’t attacked the script yet.

It’s at Fort Mason by the Way

It’s a reading at the Playwright’s Center. I used to go there fairly frequently 10 years ago or so. Hold on a sec. Another song just downloaded. Hold Please! I want to say that it’s really good and I’m not going to tell you what it is. (I don’t know, the pirate feels outlaw panic or something). But it’s not really that great. Sometimes these songs grow on you, though. I can just see it now, I’ll be at the reading humming this silly pop tune. It’s in character. It is! So in getting ready for this reading I had to write a bio, you know? So I went to my carefully organized (!) closet and got out my stack of scripts. And lo and behold I came across the script rejection letter I had gotten from the Mark Taper Forum. The one I saved because it really meant something to me. It said that there was much discussion for room for my script, but at this time they didn’t have a place for it. OK, so maybe the letter was bullshit. Form letter, duh. Me, naive. But this Literary Director really had his act together in the way his programs supported writers. And his personal touch to writers. Writers are the lifeblood, you know? The script I had written was entitled “Dying to Go Grey.”

The Play I’m in is “Roadsigns”

It’s written by my Directing Teacher. I’m playing a lawyer (god knows I’ve worked for enough of them) who is on his way to San Francisco with his old college friend. I live in San Francisco in real life, so I can definitely see why he would be interested in moving here. San Francisco has a small theatre scene, but the people pursuing it are passionate. I’m currently studying film at City College (now film is another matter – a very vibrant film scene here in the Bay Area), and decided to really get into working with actors. I mean I love actors. Don’t you? This to me is a pinnacle of life. To see great Life portrayed. To feel and think. And be moved.

The fact is I love to intone. Give me words and I will intone them.

Intonation Incantation

OK, that download is 89% through and I have to be disconnected by 2:30 pm to get the call from my fellow actor. We need food, dude, we need food here. One cannot live on electronics alone. And we need the real yoga, those rejuvenation exercises (see last post). While I was waiting for some electronic function or another I checked my favourite Swedish blog (o what would it be like to be married in Sweden?) How to learn Swedish in 1000 difficult lessons. I naturally gravitate towards Sweden. OK, I admit I’ve had a crush on Stellan forever. And I checked (one of) Francis’ favourite blog(s) in Copenhagen, Tinka. Then I checked out one of Tinka’s faves in London: SwishCottage. So naturally I feel so international right now. I’m looking for something in France, actually. Download complete. Onto lunch, reading.

And I’m supposed to fold Laundry

There’s fifty t-shirts waiting for you you know. In case you didn’t get enough meditation. Fold and med. Med and fold! And for those of you wanting to know the weather here, by the way, il fait du vent et il fait assez frisquet. It is windy and rather chilly. But sunny. OK, hopefully if this is my last song download, I will be actually be able to check out what the weather is like today. In person. I'm like a vampire, I never make it outside. I haven’t even formed my schedule yet, you know?

It’s 2:20 p.m.

He smiles. He laughs.

I Start a New Job Monday!

I’m waking up at 5:00 a.m. Geez, Vauxhall Tavern tripping seems out of the question. (If I were in London I’d definitely check it out!)
The job is, of course, working for lawyers.
posted by Unknown 2:45 PM

Friday, March 08, 2002

 

Dry Hair, Sweaty Palms, Darjeeling

Dream journal. Candle gaze. Tibetan rejuvenation exercises. Oh! Today is voting day. Notate. Paper, deodorant and vote. What can I do not to worry? I want to get filled with thoughts of fun. Geez, can I turn on the Internet? (Wouldn’t it be nice to book a trip?) (Sure.) (And.) Neutral. It just is. Maybe better posture? More breathing. I like the fact that there is more breathing to do. I can enjoy that simple fact. I mean, you can make it all so very complicated, trying to figure out everything. Either you believe in yourself right now or you don’t. You know? You sit and be calm. Because thoughts float. Everybody’s thoughts. It’s really nice to be able to let very natural thoughts float close. It’s really nice to give out some good thoughts. It’s really nice to wake up and walk there. Meditate.

Tall Potted Night-table Ferns

Cool forest-y breezes on my bed. Luxurious stretch. Soft flutter of my eyes. Touching thoughts from faraway. Close by my ear. Would I like somebody there with me? Wht’s the vision? I mean those Technicolor dreams are so private. Maybe if we could creatively collaborate? You want to feel like you can really stretch out on your bed, you know? And so I want to start making space for it. I mean, could you imagine a partner that you practice dreaming with? Wouldn’t that be fun? It reminds me of being on the playground, being the leader of the firefighters, rushing bravely to put out all the fires I made up. “Quick, guys, go! There’s a woman and her children at the corner trying to get out of the kitchen. Daddy made some eggs before he left for work and left the stove on! Run!”

San Francisco is a Toy City

Toys are fun because they are just the right size. Here, there's one of every kind of organization you could want. Which is enough. (But it always makes me wonder: what about New York? New Choices? Cities of abundant choices?) Everything is walkable. Which is very very cool. I mean I'm from Chicago. Take your bus several miles west and lock yourself in your home in winter.

Est-ce que tu voudrais apporter le livre “Allons-y!” à la place “Huntington Park” ***
Go
Outside
Now

There’s a few hundred trillion negative ions waiting for you.

Here Where We Were

I must admit I liked “An utterly perfunctory slice of gay life.” And I want to be a doorman in New York. Truly it sounds very do-able and almost kind of glamorous. And so it has inspired. Mark this as the first day of my Blogging. The circle of connection continues.
posted by Unknown 8:50 AM