Few things are more important in interpersonal relationships of any sort. Romantic or otherwise. I believe it was Richard Lederer who introduced me to the example of mokusatsu, as to how bad miscommunication can get. I have had friendships and relationships damaged by poor communication, and thankfully in some cases, restored with clear communication. The more important someone is in your life, the more important it is to be clear with them. If someone wants to make you happy, then communicating how to do so indirectly is doing you both a great disservice.
One of the things that got me interested in theatre, from a long long time ago, I can’t even remember my age, was a Long Island community theatre production of A Funny thing Happened on the Way to the Forum. Tragedy tomorrow, comedy tonight. Before that even, I was a fan of Mel Brooks movies, though, at age nine, I didn’t really get most of what was to get in Blazing Saddles (I think now that after many many repeated viewings over the years, I get all the jokes. There’s probably a nuance I’ve missed, but the jokes, I think I have. ) In High School, I performed in speech competitions in the category of HI, Humorous Interpretation, for which I had to research and cut a few different pieces. I performed cuttings of works by David Ives, Tom Stoppard, and the Reduced Shakespeare Company. Laughing and making people laugh have always been substantial parts of my life and great joys.
When I lived on Long Island the first time, I was always overjoyed when my dad brought home a Mac Classic from the office on Friday nights. I could play Math Maze, and Shufflepuck café! Computers rocked. I got along with them well. I was too impatient for programming, but I feel like I took some valuable lessons from what limited instruction I received. Anyways, when my parents got divorced, the computer became another way for me to stay in touch with Dad when I was in California. Dial-up BBSes were awesome (Remember GEnie anyone?). One Christmas, I got my first laptop. It was a big honking thing, but it was pretty top of the line for the time (a Hyperdata I think?), and it played THE DIG. And when I went to visit Dad, I was thrilled with the fact that he was beta testing Cable internet Oh so many years ago (like, when I was in 6th grade, before people at large knew what a cable modem was). Now, I play WoW, and as some of you know, I get a little shaky if I go too long without internet access. I like technology darnit, and I’d like to think that I take advantage of it plenty more than I am enslaved by it. Also, I bond with people over and through technology.
A place to which I wish I could go back. Yeah, like a lot of my friends, I miss college. Over the past year, I’ve had a few periods of mourning the loss of the social structure of College, but I’ve done my best to establish a new one. College though… time of self discovery up the wazoo. Were you to tell the me in high school that I would give up speech/debate and become a choreographer for a singing group, or that I would have half so complex and varied a romantic life as I have, I would have been… skeptical to say the least. As a period of time, it changed me, and as an institution, I miss what it brought in a lot of ways. As a place, every time I cross the river… something in me changes. There’s some nostalgia and… something else. A feeling of warmth and belonging. It’s a sign that I need to get happier in my life at large, arguably, and I’m working on it. Which isn’t to say that nostalgia is unacceptable and ought be stamped out, but I feel like I should be looking forward a little more sometimes. Alright, before we get maudlin, let’s move on.
“Corner of the Sky” (Covering Chorus and Choreography)
As a good many of you know, the song is from the musical Pippin and is the signature song of the Harvard Noteables, a singing group I joined halfway through my freshman year. Very specifically, the song is about finding a place to be yourself and thrive. At every Noteables concert, the alumni are allowed to join the current members of the group on stage for the performance of this song. I didn’t really REALLY get into singing until I got to college. I’d done some musicals in High School, where I had Chorus parts. I didn’t do much singing growing up (i.e. elementary and high school). Partially because I was in the band. In High School, the Choral director was also the vocal director for the musicals. I hated that guy, and so I was turned off to more seriously pursuing singing at that time. In retrospect though, I have more passion for singing now than I did over my 7 years of trumpet, not to mention I’m better at it. Maybe I should have focused there earlier… Though… a few things. Had I not played the trumpet, I would almost certainly never have gotten to know geode013, who’s been a very important person in my life in and since high school, and my voice didn’t really hit it’s stride until the end of high school, I don’t think. Training could have taken it in any number of directions… regardless… I think the main point about this, and my extensive thought on the subject is that I need to sing more. I need to send that email to the G&S group. My sophomore year in the Noteables gave me a chance to pursue another C, Choreography, in my role as Production Manager. Working with kilravock in that capacity remains one of the highlights of my college experience. Dance training? No, I have choreography in my blood! My mom did run a dance company, but, I don’t know how much that had to do with it on a non metaphysical level. She and I made a good creative team. (CARCINOGENS!)
Christmas Carol, A
Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail. Mind! I don’t mean to say that I know, of my own knowledge, what is particularly dead about a door-nail. I might have been inclined myself to regard the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade as a coffin-nail. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the Country’s done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marley was dead as a door-nail.
I love this story. This passage, (I’ll admit, I looked it up for here, but I could definitely produce a reasonable facsimile from memory as of a young age) next to, “a bit of undigested beef, a blot of mustard, there’s more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!” is probably my favorite. I never lost the expression “dead as a doornail.” I loved watching Mickey’s Christmas Carol every Christmas, and more recently, I saw Patrick Stewart’s one man show, of A Christmas Carol, and it changed in my mind, the definition of a skilled performer.
Creative Process, The
The title and subject of one of my short films, which you can check out at www.khyros.com. [/shameless plug] The video is, in some ways, where my love of meta started. I love creating, and I’m hoping I’ll get to do more of it and get paid for it.
Sort of been a running theme throughout most of these entries, ways I’ve changed. At the moment, a lot could change for me, depending on just, where I want to go and where I decide to go… Change is scary, but it’s one of the few constants in life. It’s worth getting used to. The more things change, the more they stay the same, anyway.
So I could be talking about the classical mythological Chronos, or the hrsfamythological Chronos, god of time, who all of us nimrods hail often, but specifically twice a year, at the coming and going of the hour. Rituals vulgarly referred to as “daylight savings time.” I still have, in a vest that I was wearing on the night of the fall party hunt my sophomore year, two candles, which, I submitted for “a zeitgeist” saying that as one was infused with the spirit of the going of the hour, and one with the coming, that together, they constituted a reasonable amount of the spirit of time. Metonymically, Chronos signifies the quirky fun, ritualistic and otherwise of much of my time in HRSFA.
“Call me if there’s anything I can do, okay?”
A touching sign-off I’ve given to friends, and been the very happy recipient of in my times of need as well. Thanks to anyone who’s ever said it to me, and to anyone here I’ve said it to, it still holds, alright? Alright.