December 2004
The Bottom Line *new*
I’m old. High school two years ago is like the memory
of a nursery. It seems as if I’ve been a student all my life,
and in all that time, I told myself that I COULD get straight As—if
I wanted to. In honor of that pledge, I decided to get straight As
this semester. (read more)
Mad About You
I can count 13 heads in three seconds. I can lift seven ten-year-olds
at once. I can stop tears with a mighty kickball. I am revered for
my famous "Suha-side” off the pool slides. (read
more)
Back Over the Bridge
Unpacking is more fun than
packing. Packing, you’re still
saying ‘good-bye.’ Unpacking, you say ‘hello.’ Packing,
you close. Unpacking, you open. For me, the deciding factor is
that your packing has a deadline and your unpacking can happen
whenever
you want. Or never. (read more)
Catching on Quickly
I started juggling yesterday.
I’ll get it eventually, just “throw,
throw, throw,” That is, don’t think about catching it,
just throw what’s in your hand. In my creative work, I've always
had a habit of trying to do things quickly, to plow through things
once, in one day, and be done with it. I’m working on that. (read
more)
Home-Home
A 12-inch Oriental man is standing on a
table in my mom’s family
room at home-home. That’s the place you are from originally
(Wheeling, Illinois, in my case), as opposed to the apartment or
dorm room that you call home in Iowa City.
(read
more)
A Humbling Experience
There’s more to acting than talent. I never wanted to believe
that, but it’s become my most important lesson this semester. (read
more)
The Creative Approach
My neighbors are pounding on the wall. I guess some idiots will just
drift through their lives without a single book fight. Book warfare
is a lot like trench warfare: deadlocked, sparse artillery, and random
pointless charges. (read more)
Diving in a Marie Antoinette Dress
I was just thinking about why theatre may be more powerful than film
for a long time.I was thinking that in a film, the product is not
just on the screen but at the boarders of your vision. (read
more)
Anatomy of a Failure
I like classes that help me develop a sense of skill, so "Human
Anatomy” looked like an obvious choice. It would help my understanding
of the human vessel and everything inside it. (read more)
Fluid Management, or The Drips I Run With
Saturday morning begins at noon. Daylight trickles onto my face and
I greet the familiar morning scene in the house: my roommate Sianis
still sleeping, the punk rock splashing out of Chris’s bedroom,
the gentle shaded dew on the glass door, the blood on the kitchen
linoleum… (read more)
Taking Center Stage
Today, I wake up at 7 a.m. And at 8, and again around 8:13. Only
then do I bolt out of my Quad dorm room to catch the Cambus for my
8:30 class, “Basic Acting.” After two long semesters
away from the pleasures of acting that I’d discovered in high
school, I’m just happy to be in a theatre again, smelling the
old wood and phantom sweat. (read more)
The Mysteries of Christmas
When I was younger, I always loved a Christmas tree. Once, at the
house of a young family of old friends, I remember gazing at their
tree, which I helped decorate. I never understood what happens on
Christmas morning. (read more)
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