In experiencing my first romance since A, comparisons can't help but arise. As often happens, particularly when a new romance is full of contradictions and uncertainties, you recall the best parts of a previous relationship. In so many ways, A and i were wonderful. After a good romance, the spiritual challenge is to not dwell on qualities you might never find again. Our level of comfort was rare, and i sometimes wistfully smile thinking about the odds of having another lover who loves Star Trek. Do you know what it feels like when someone tells you you're the best lover they've had? I'm not talking about some mawkish twentysomething, i'm talking about someone who has had lovers for a couple of decades. Something i never told her was that she was arguably the best lover i've had too. Even though there was a teeny piece of my spirit that was always in limbo, it was pretty effortless to be in the moment with her. In our hour-plus penetrations, never once did i imagine being with someone else. I sometimes forget that most people never approach that state of grace.
All this has made me think anew about the pressure our society puts on finding our "one". It's tyrannical nonsense. Even i am not entirely immune. In my poetry, dream lover sentiments often pop up. This isn't a bad thing, as long as you can put those thoughts aside when meeting an actual human being.
These pressures can even affect non-romantic friendships. Sometimes we fall into the trap of wishing a certain friend liked more of the things we like, or wasn't a dewy-eyed liberal or drunk, or whatever. And what happens if the best relationship in your life is everything but romantic? What if you find someone (or a couple someones) you are amazingly compatible and comfortable with, but it's not romance? Might you waste years of your life in fruitless searching, perhaps at the expense of the people who already love you?
So i take a moment now to look at my life and cherish those who have been closest to my spirit. There are a few others who might have been mentioned, had life been just a tiny twist different. But if i may borrow an overburdened cliche, these are the people with whom i've exhaled, or nearly so.
DAVE BENT
The one time as a youth (and arguably ever) that i had a best friend. For one year, around twelve to thirteen, we did most everything together. We had our own little language, almost.
TOM LEONARD
My first college roommate, we roomed together for two years. I was a theater geek, he an ex-jock. There were parts of our lives that never crossed, but being around him just made me happy. I suppose at some level, i was a tiny bit surprised that he liked me. It occurs to me now, years later, that he might have felt a little of the same about me.
CLINT BARRETT
The one friend i've had who was probably smarter than i. We clicked on many spiritual levels, and could spend an hour or two tossing a frisbee too. The fact that i walked away from him because of questions of character and integrity (and a rift between he and another cherished friend), will always be a hole in my life.
JEFF KULIE
Affable and smart, he was one of those people who make you feel wonderful about yourself when you realize that they think the world of you too. It's interesting to note that he and Clint and Tom, the closest male friends of my life, have all been brunettes taller than myself. I don't think that necessarily means anything, but it's silly fun to think that it might. The fact that he walked away from me, for reasons i've never understood but possibly having to do with my own character and integrity, will always be a hole in my life too.
MEGHAN and A
The two women with whom i had the longest sexual relationships of my life. I loved them both very much, but wasn't "in love". I cry that society demeans what we had because of that. I cry that i lost both of them because we're all such needy, jealous, insecure messes.
AMANDA and VANESSA
The only times i've been in love, and in such a way that i imagined changing my life. They could possibly have been the only two lovers with whom my entire spirit was present. The fact that there was companionate love too, even profoundly so with one of them, lends a bittersweet touch to the fact that i never got to fully explore being lover (or friend) to either.
JOHN DAILEY
My step-brother, with whom i lived with for five years. Though we didn't enjoy a depth of emotional connection, we shared so many of the same joys, from movies to music to comedy, that our relationship almost became one endless in-joke. Someone remarked that we were like an old married couple. There's a little truth in that.
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I do find it interesting that although i generally prefer feminine energy, my closest friends have been male. Although i consider my life a testament to the proposition that men and women can be friends (the anti-Harry Met Sally sentiment), as the famous anthropologist said, we poisoned sex, then sex poisoned everything.
I love you all.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
hello chris
Rob, I was thinking of you yesterday, watching "60 Minutes". They were doing a piece on Al Pacino. He was talking about being a broke, unknown. They went on to describe how Coppola casting him in "The Godfather" was what actually launched his then, nonexistent career.
This trip of life is an amazing thing, and you are an incredible Man! Don't ever stop believing! I know I'm going to attend the Academy Awards ceremony as your guest some day!
Love You Man, CC
Hello Chris,
It feels like that Oscar might come as a non-actor, a writer perhaps. That's where my passion focuses, more and more. I hardly ever go to auditions, and pretty much only get involved in acting when an old director calls. I only did one short film all last year, and have only one tentative project this year, an experimental short in which the sex will be real. I've also submitted a play to the Fringe Festival, which i'll act in if it gets accepted. Perhaps i'll go back to more acting in the future, but more and more it feels like my acting will only flow from my writing, and for the past couple years that's been only articles and poetry.
Of course, life is a wonderful ride, and i love not knowing where it goes.
If i did win, there's a fair chance i'd turn it down! Ha. I love George C. Scott's example. He disliked the voting process, and the very idea of art as competition. Brando's rejection speech should be required reading in all schools, too. It bothers me, how America gets all idolatrous...if i were king, everyone watching would turn their sets off, and just have a party with their friends, where they can vote for their own "best" whatevers. I unintentionally saw a few minutes of the telecast this year, and was pained by how the cameras were constantly on the celebrity audience. This sychophant culture of celebrity is achingly dysfunctional.
Yet the hotel-sleepover skit Alec Baldwin and Steve Martin did was fucking comedic brilliance.
If i do get nominated, maybe i'll send you in my place. You can pretend to be me, dressed like Sacheen Littlefeather, and read off a doozy of an acceptance (or refusal) speech. Mooning will probably be involved.
Don't think my cantankerous response diminishes my appreciation of your sweet compliment, friend.
love you much,
wrob
This trip of life is an amazing thing, and you are an incredible Man! Don't ever stop believing! I know I'm going to attend the Academy Awards ceremony as your guest some day!
Love You Man, CC
Hello Chris,
It feels like that Oscar might come as a non-actor, a writer perhaps. That's where my passion focuses, more and more. I hardly ever go to auditions, and pretty much only get involved in acting when an old director calls. I only did one short film all last year, and have only one tentative project this year, an experimental short in which the sex will be real. I've also submitted a play to the Fringe Festival, which i'll act in if it gets accepted. Perhaps i'll go back to more acting in the future, but more and more it feels like my acting will only flow from my writing, and for the past couple years that's been only articles and poetry.
Of course, life is a wonderful ride, and i love not knowing where it goes.
If i did win, there's a fair chance i'd turn it down! Ha. I love George C. Scott's example. He disliked the voting process, and the very idea of art as competition. Brando's rejection speech should be required reading in all schools, too. It bothers me, how America gets all idolatrous...if i were king, everyone watching would turn their sets off, and just have a party with their friends, where they can vote for their own "best" whatevers. I unintentionally saw a few minutes of the telecast this year, and was pained by how the cameras were constantly on the celebrity audience. This sychophant culture of celebrity is achingly dysfunctional.
Yet the hotel-sleepover skit Alec Baldwin and Steve Martin did was fucking comedic brilliance.
If i do get nominated, maybe i'll send you in my place. You can pretend to be me, dressed like Sacheen Littlefeather, and read off a doozy of an acceptance (or refusal) speech. Mooning will probably be involved.
Don't think my cantankerous response diminishes my appreciation of your sweet compliment, friend.
love you much,
wrob
Sunday, April 18, 2010
corporot
(I've had this article in mind for many weeks, but it was so devoid of wit, pith, or the faintest whiff of originality, that i'd been unable to bring myself to write it. I can finally do so, now that i have an anecdote to add. All hail the mighty anecdote. Bow down to the anecdote!)
I recently made my first foray into the world of capitalism.
Up to this point in my life, i'd never made any speculative investment, or gambled for anything other than fun. Last month, that changed. And the fact that i "scored" has NOT made me feel terribly dirty, i must say.
I've recently had a mild fascination with japanese actor Sora Aoi. She started out in porn, then crossed over into "legitimate" films. Her appeal is understandable. She's got a baby face, and large, real-looking breasts. I've not seen her porn, and MAN, WOMAN, AND THE WALL is her only film i'd recommend. It's likely to spark lively discussion and debate if viewed with the right company, plus she's at her most beautiful. She touches the reptilian part of my brain that says MUST FUCK, MUST FUCK. Please don't take that as any sort of affirmation of the paradigm that equates breast size with attractiveness...teeny breasts can be stunning. But the fact that Sora is an Asian woman with big melons, is indisputably part of her allure. Her film TSUMUGI, a bit of a darling with the critics, didn't do much for me. And SIREN nearly ended my Sora fascination...it's just abysmal, and on top of that, she doesn't look very good (again, pardon my reptilian shallowness, but stretch marks don't do much for me, especially on a water demon).
But back to capitalism. I acquired these movies through Amazon.com. I look for music and films there, as you can find some rob-esque bargains. I sell things, too. I rarely buy anything beyond a single-digit price. SIREN and TSUMUGI were around $20, so i didn't rush to purchase. I finally grabbed SIREN when it became rich with investment potential. Based on the reviews, i suspected i might not want to keep it. When there was only one used copy left, and new copies were priced at over $50, i made my move. If i watched it and re-listed quickly, i would own the only used one, and could perhaps set my price. The film was crap, and the plan worked brilliantly. My sell price was $33, and within a week, i snared a fish. I don't know a T-bill from a T-rex, but that's an impressive return on investment.
Okay, maybe i do feel the tiniest bit dirty.
My original article (remember, the original article?) is very much about capitalism. And democracy. Which of those systems is more at the heart of our nation? It seems hard to deny that capitalism is kicking democracy's ass. When 1% of the population controls 50% of the assets, you have a formula which has historically ended with people swinging from a street lamp. Not in the fun way.
The middle class, which has a little extra time and money to fight for democracy, is so pacified by American Idol and the New York Yankees and whomever the hell the "Kardashian sisters" are, and so piss-afraid of exiting the middle class in the wrong direction, that the barons of industry go unchecked. The level of acceptable greed in this country has become so bald-facedly vomitous, that people without souls are nurtured and rewarded, instead of being smacked in the nose. If you think Enron was an aberration, your head is so far up your ass that you can almost peek out of your own throat.
Capitalism just needs better regulation? Insufficient regulations let us down? I applaud your optimism. But if you think every politician isn't bought and sold by the time they reach the state level, you're a bigger idiot than me (and i'm quite the idiot).
The big secret in our society...the thing that corporations hope the little person will NEVER understand, is that the disempowerment the average american feels is completely unfounded.
The power to control our nation is at our fingertips, so close at hand that we're all under some sort of pathological spell, to not see it sitting there. I'm not talking about the ballot box, or organized movements with protests and marches and folk songs. Let's give Pete Seeger a little rest, the man's 127.
What is the essential power in this country?
Money.
Where does corporate income come from?
Us.
U.S. corporations are wealthier than most foreign countries. Who funds them? We do. We have the power to shift the way money is distributed in this country. And we can do so in almost no time. If everyone stops pouring money into corporate businesses, they'll disappear.
We can't afford to feel powerless, because our window of opportunity is closing.
When you buy bread, or nails, or books, or that inflatable rubber Rockette, DON'T GO TO THE CORPORATE STORE. Go to the small business. Do it now, do it today. Small businesses are disappearing.
Is the small business immune to corruption? Of course not. In this society, maybe one person in a thousand will choose decency over greed. But the difference, and all the difference in the world, is that the small business owner is there in front of you. DIRECTLY ACCOUNTABLE to the people they service. If they act shady, the community will stop patronizing them, give them dirty looks, and even maybe stop having sex with them.
While we're at it, there's one more piece of economic muscle it's time to flex. Banks have acted appallingly, and it's time to hold them accountable. I myself had some fraudulent credit cards appear in my name. My bank, Bank of America, promptly shut down my own card. I had a spotless record with them, but without a single question, they shut me down. They then upped the interest on my remaining balance to 25%. My reward for a nine-year spotless record.
Tear up your credit cards, get back to cash, before the corporate world does away with it. Perhaps it's time to leave the banks altogether, and start an account at the local credit union. What the heck's a credit union, you say?
You'll be glad you asked.
It's time for democracy to kick the barons of greed off their perch and take back this country, before it's gone.
It's time to stop poor Mr. Jefferson spinning in his grave.
I recently made my first foray into the world of capitalism.
Up to this point in my life, i'd never made any speculative investment, or gambled for anything other than fun. Last month, that changed. And the fact that i "scored" has NOT made me feel terribly dirty, i must say.
I've recently had a mild fascination with japanese actor Sora Aoi. She started out in porn, then crossed over into "legitimate" films. Her appeal is understandable. She's got a baby face, and large, real-looking breasts. I've not seen her porn, and MAN, WOMAN, AND THE WALL is her only film i'd recommend. It's likely to spark lively discussion and debate if viewed with the right company, plus she's at her most beautiful. She touches the reptilian part of my brain that says MUST FUCK, MUST FUCK. Please don't take that as any sort of affirmation of the paradigm that equates breast size with attractiveness...teeny breasts can be stunning. But the fact that Sora is an Asian woman with big melons, is indisputably part of her allure. Her film TSUMUGI, a bit of a darling with the critics, didn't do much for me. And SIREN nearly ended my Sora fascination...it's just abysmal, and on top of that, she doesn't look very good (again, pardon my reptilian shallowness, but stretch marks don't do much for me, especially on a water demon).
But back to capitalism. I acquired these movies through Amazon.com. I look for music and films there, as you can find some rob-esque bargains. I sell things, too. I rarely buy anything beyond a single-digit price. SIREN and TSUMUGI were around $20, so i didn't rush to purchase. I finally grabbed SIREN when it became rich with investment potential. Based on the reviews, i suspected i might not want to keep it. When there was only one used copy left, and new copies were priced at over $50, i made my move. If i watched it and re-listed quickly, i would own the only used one, and could perhaps set my price. The film was crap, and the plan worked brilliantly. My sell price was $33, and within a week, i snared a fish. I don't know a T-bill from a T-rex, but that's an impressive return on investment.
Okay, maybe i do feel the tiniest bit dirty.
My original article (remember, the original article?) is very much about capitalism. And democracy. Which of those systems is more at the heart of our nation? It seems hard to deny that capitalism is kicking democracy's ass. When 1% of the population controls 50% of the assets, you have a formula which has historically ended with people swinging from a street lamp. Not in the fun way.
The middle class, which has a little extra time and money to fight for democracy, is so pacified by American Idol and the New York Yankees and whomever the hell the "Kardashian sisters" are, and so piss-afraid of exiting the middle class in the wrong direction, that the barons of industry go unchecked. The level of acceptable greed in this country has become so bald-facedly vomitous, that people without souls are nurtured and rewarded, instead of being smacked in the nose. If you think Enron was an aberration, your head is so far up your ass that you can almost peek out of your own throat.
Capitalism just needs better regulation? Insufficient regulations let us down? I applaud your optimism. But if you think every politician isn't bought and sold by the time they reach the state level, you're a bigger idiot than me (and i'm quite the idiot).
The big secret in our society...the thing that corporations hope the little person will NEVER understand, is that the disempowerment the average american feels is completely unfounded.
The power to control our nation is at our fingertips, so close at hand that we're all under some sort of pathological spell, to not see it sitting there. I'm not talking about the ballot box, or organized movements with protests and marches and folk songs. Let's give Pete Seeger a little rest, the man's 127.
What is the essential power in this country?
Money.
Where does corporate income come from?
Us.
U.S. corporations are wealthier than most foreign countries. Who funds them? We do. We have the power to shift the way money is distributed in this country. And we can do so in almost no time. If everyone stops pouring money into corporate businesses, they'll disappear.
We can't afford to feel powerless, because our window of opportunity is closing.
When you buy bread, or nails, or books, or that inflatable rubber Rockette, DON'T GO TO THE CORPORATE STORE. Go to the small business. Do it now, do it today. Small businesses are disappearing.
Is the small business immune to corruption? Of course not. In this society, maybe one person in a thousand will choose decency over greed. But the difference, and all the difference in the world, is that the small business owner is there in front of you. DIRECTLY ACCOUNTABLE to the people they service. If they act shady, the community will stop patronizing them, give them dirty looks, and even maybe stop having sex with them.
While we're at it, there's one more piece of economic muscle it's time to flex. Banks have acted appallingly, and it's time to hold them accountable. I myself had some fraudulent credit cards appear in my name. My bank, Bank of America, promptly shut down my own card. I had a spotless record with them, but without a single question, they shut me down. They then upped the interest on my remaining balance to 25%. My reward for a nine-year spotless record.
Tear up your credit cards, get back to cash, before the corporate world does away with it. Perhaps it's time to leave the banks altogether, and start an account at the local credit union. What the heck's a credit union, you say?
You'll be glad you asked.
It's time for democracy to kick the barons of greed off their perch and take back this country, before it's gone.
It's time to stop poor Mr. Jefferson spinning in his grave.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
not-ends 10
I'm a fair person. There are 7 billion people in the world, and 7 billion breasts. Doesn't that mean i should have perpetual, unconditional access to one?
In 1931, Jackie Mitchell signed a contract with the Chatanooga Lookouts. In an exhibition game against the Yankees, she struck out Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig. Three days later, the Commissioner voided her contract and declared women "unfit to play".
When i grew up, i was a two-sneezer. At some point, i became a one-sneezer. How? Why??
It's folly to make life decisions based on hormonal responses. Falling in love? A hormonal response.
A self-aware idiot is preferable to a blind one, yet a self-aware idiot is often a hypocrite, and anything is preferable to a hypocrite.
Strangers want total honesty. People who know you usually want anything but.
Know how to spot a fake believer? They're sad when a loved one dies.
Employees of the Disney corporation are not allowed to wear mustaches. What was that little furry thing under Walt's nose?
One of the hardest lessons to learn is that sometimes there's no lesson to be learned.
The solution to 90% of the personal problems in this society? Three words: get over yourself.
Equus Africans Africans, the nubian wild ass, is now extinct. This is very sad, as i really really REALLY like saying "nubian wild ass".
In 1931, Jackie Mitchell signed a contract with the Chatanooga Lookouts. In an exhibition game against the Yankees, she struck out Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig. Three days later, the Commissioner voided her contract and declared women "unfit to play".
When i grew up, i was a two-sneezer. At some point, i became a one-sneezer. How? Why??
It's folly to make life decisions based on hormonal responses. Falling in love? A hormonal response.
A self-aware idiot is preferable to a blind one, yet a self-aware idiot is often a hypocrite, and anything is preferable to a hypocrite.
Strangers want total honesty. People who know you usually want anything but.
Know how to spot a fake believer? They're sad when a loved one dies.
Employees of the Disney corporation are not allowed to wear mustaches. What was that little furry thing under Walt's nose?
One of the hardest lessons to learn is that sometimes there's no lesson to be learned.
The solution to 90% of the personal problems in this society? Three words: get over yourself.
Equus Africans Africans, the nubian wild ass, is now extinct. This is very sad, as i really really REALLY like saying "nubian wild ass".
Saturday, April 3, 2010
maybe those ARE muskets...
I'm putting my foot down.
All you pissninnies who naysay the work of jonathan frakes, the estimable will riker of STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION, are hereby sent to bed without dessert. When i learned that there was an anti-riker movement in the TREK community, i was so perplexed i triple-checked my source. Okay, he never tipped the scales as heavily as his baldly eloquent captain, or his half-human first officer predecessor. But lacking? Codswallop! Not only did he carry his weight, he often absolutely shone. The greatest riker-heavy episodes are as great as any in the TNG canon.
Those aren't canons!
Sorry.
Some of you boobs apparently make an "oink oink" whenever he comes onscreen? Yes, the man's got a libido, but doth thou protest overmuch? I suspect this riker-baiting is at heart insincere...that deep down, the haters love him, but feel compelled to denigrate some part of their TREK passion, so that outsiders might think they're not complete Kool-Aid geekophants. The contributions of mr. frakes loom large in Trekdom - much larger than anyone whose original job description was second fiddle has a right to expect. Think i'm wrong? I'm not. He's the most widespread actor in TREK history: the only regular to appear in four different series, and the only one to share scenes with regulars from all five. What, just a mangy mongrel spreading his seed? No, his crossover episodes rank among the best. And he's arguably enriched the TREK universe just as much, as a director. He directed eight episodes of TNG, three DS9s, and three VOYAGERs. He helmed FIRST CONTACT, called by many the best TREK film, and INSURRECTION, called by me the most underrated. He also made appearances on THE WALTONS, CHARLIE'S ANGELS, EIGHT IS ENOUGH, FANTASY ISLAND, HILL STREET BLUES, 3rd ROCK, FAMILY GUY, and who was that as boss hogg's son?
But i digress. Them haters is just wrong.
RIKERTHON
-11001001
-A Matter of Honor
-Future Imperfect
-Second Chances (with TWO rikers[!!!], is held by haters to be a horror of the worst kind, but is exceptionally thoughtful and entertaining)
All you pissninnies who naysay the work of jonathan frakes, the estimable will riker of STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION, are hereby sent to bed without dessert. When i learned that there was an anti-riker movement in the TREK community, i was so perplexed i triple-checked my source. Okay, he never tipped the scales as heavily as his baldly eloquent captain, or his half-human first officer predecessor. But lacking? Codswallop! Not only did he carry his weight, he often absolutely shone. The greatest riker-heavy episodes are as great as any in the TNG canon.
Those aren't canons!
Sorry.
Some of you boobs apparently make an "oink oink" whenever he comes onscreen? Yes, the man's got a libido, but doth thou protest overmuch? I suspect this riker-baiting is at heart insincere...that deep down, the haters love him, but feel compelled to denigrate some part of their TREK passion, so that outsiders might think they're not complete Kool-Aid geekophants. The contributions of mr. frakes loom large in Trekdom - much larger than anyone whose original job description was second fiddle has a right to expect. Think i'm wrong? I'm not. He's the most widespread actor in TREK history: the only regular to appear in four different series, and the only one to share scenes with regulars from all five. What, just a mangy mongrel spreading his seed? No, his crossover episodes rank among the best. And he's arguably enriched the TREK universe just as much, as a director. He directed eight episodes of TNG, three DS9s, and three VOYAGERs. He helmed FIRST CONTACT, called by many the best TREK film, and INSURRECTION, called by me the most underrated. He also made appearances on THE WALTONS, CHARLIE'S ANGELS, EIGHT IS ENOUGH, FANTASY ISLAND, HILL STREET BLUES, 3rd ROCK, FAMILY GUY, and who was that as boss hogg's son?
But i digress. Them haters is just wrong.
RIKERTHON
-11001001
-A Matter of Honor
-Future Imperfect
-Second Chances (with TWO rikers[!!!], is held by haters to be a horror of the worst kind, but is exceptionally thoughtful and entertaining)
Friday, April 2, 2010
cynthia, dihanne
WOMEN 44-45
Cynthia
A girl i met at a party in Florida, a friend of an actress friend (who warned me to take care of Cynthia, that she didn't have much self-control, especially with a couple drinks in her). We went skinny-dipping in the gulf, and had some sexually-tinged embraces while we frolicked. If i'd been inclined, tearing one off in the surf was an option. We didn't.
Dihanne
When i did some subbing during my first stay in Florida, Dihanne was a fellow teacher, whose little sister Addie was one of my favorite students. We became friends. She moved to Massachusetts, running from a violent relationship with the father of her child. I promised i'd visit when i was up north again. I did so, spending a nice few days with her and her wonderful daughter, but was unclear about my intentions. We slept in the same bed, and one night holding became kissing and disrobing. She wanted to go further, and i was attracted, but not strongly enough, so i put the brakes on. I went home to Pennsylvania, feeling stupid because i had known what she'd wanted even before i went…
Cynthia
A girl i met at a party in Florida, a friend of an actress friend (who warned me to take care of Cynthia, that she didn't have much self-control, especially with a couple drinks in her). We went skinny-dipping in the gulf, and had some sexually-tinged embraces while we frolicked. If i'd been inclined, tearing one off in the surf was an option. We didn't.
Dihanne
When i did some subbing during my first stay in Florida, Dihanne was a fellow teacher, whose little sister Addie was one of my favorite students. We became friends. She moved to Massachusetts, running from a violent relationship with the father of her child. I promised i'd visit when i was up north again. I did so, spending a nice few days with her and her wonderful daughter, but was unclear about my intentions. We slept in the same bed, and one night holding became kissing and disrobing. She wanted to go further, and i was attracted, but not strongly enough, so i put the brakes on. I went home to Pennsylvania, feeling stupid because i had known what she'd wanted even before i went…
Speak Softly
THEATER 30
-winter 1991
When i returned to Bucks County after WCU, my Youth Club buddy Ken Hartman was directing a studio production for the Rider College theater department, in New Jersey, and asked me to be in it. It was a collection of original shorts, with an environmental theme. I read it, liked it, and jumped in. The author was student Joe Venanzi, and we got on well (he soon started writing a play for me to star in). The script had nice comedic touches. The only non-student actor, i had several prominent roles, most notably as the castaway and the crusader. As the castaway, i'd been marooned for years. A well-dressed couple show up with my new recycle bins. I'm a bit daft, and happily jump about, ready to be rescued. They tell me how to use my new bins. I go to collect my stuff, and they leave without me. As the crusader, i'm a lone voice in the wilderness, trying to protect nature. Obstacles mount, friends disappear, but i fight on. The show went over well, and i got on well with the actors, particularly Adam Gee and Jimmy Mount, both very talented. When the department head saw the show, he offered me an undergraduate acting scholarship. I smiled.
-winter 1991
When i returned to Bucks County after WCU, my Youth Club buddy Ken Hartman was directing a studio production for the Rider College theater department, in New Jersey, and asked me to be in it. It was a collection of original shorts, with an environmental theme. I read it, liked it, and jumped in. The author was student Joe Venanzi, and we got on well (he soon started writing a play for me to star in). The script had nice comedic touches. The only non-student actor, i had several prominent roles, most notably as the castaway and the crusader. As the castaway, i'd been marooned for years. A well-dressed couple show up with my new recycle bins. I'm a bit daft, and happily jump about, ready to be rescued. They tell me how to use my new bins. I go to collect my stuff, and they leave without me. As the crusader, i'm a lone voice in the wilderness, trying to protect nature. Obstacles mount, friends disappear, but i fight on. The show went over well, and i got on well with the actors, particularly Adam Gee and Jimmy Mount, both very talented. When the department head saw the show, he offered me an undergraduate acting scholarship. I smiled.
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