http://nebunele.com/blog News about me that is of little interest to anyone except friends, family, and the occasional stalker Mon, 12 Apr 2010 16:59:19 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en I had AOL for a while as a kid--didn't you? Haven't used it for over a decade, obviously. But someone in the other room uses it still, and that same voice saying "You've Got Mail" echoing down the hallway  just sent that same teenage thrill through my spine, from back ... http://nebunele.com/blog/2010/04/12/youve-got-mail/ Last night I went & saw the Tim Burton Alice in Wonderland. Most of you've probably seen it? It's like the halfhearted goth sequel to the original Alice. I mean, I enjoyed it fine. But I left feeling like Tim Burton was just going through the motions. I keep going back ... http://nebunele.com/blog/2010/03/26/wonderland-motions/ Hello, few and loyal followers! I've started writing a poem a day again. This time, it's in competition with my dear friend Ben Lehman, who suggested we see who can keep it up longer. Perhaps my competitive nature will keep me diligent. Anyway, given the quantity of output, most of them will ... http://nebunele.com/blog/2010/02/19/new-poetry/ My main source of income is based on the premise that I can help other people to understand math. At least, that’s what I want it to be based on. I’m finding, though, that it’s easy to slip into a crucial trap, which is the idea that my income is ... http://nebunele.com/blog/2009/12/02/idealism-and-laziness-in-tutoring-math/ I've been writing down my dreams lately. This morning I woke up and reached for the dream--and realized that I'd been doing a Calculus problem in my sleep. My head was full of numbers. I was differentiating a transcendental function...which sounds sort of cosmic until you know that trig functions ... http://nebunele.com/blog/2009/11/04/seeping-into-my-head/ (Unrevised. I need a good title. I have so gosh darn many airplane poems.) I remembered to look out the window this time as my little plane took off. We headed up & west & casually strayed over the ocean. What a boundary! Off, really off, the edge of the land, the edge of the continent. ... http://nebunele.com/blog/2009/10/20/airplane-poem-number-three-hundred-billion-and-four/ Well. A month back in Seattle, and nary a peep out of me. I've been happy and exhausted. It takes this, the second night of insomnia in a row, to send me back here, to whatever bedraggled readership has stuck with me through months of silence. The tutoring business is popping. ... http://nebunele.com/blog/2009/10/14/rusty-gears-turning-or-please-direct-me-to-the-nearest-oa-meeting/ Ya got no idea how many posts I've started and abandoned in the last week. There's a ton to talk about but, as the title of this post indicates, no time for anything but show. I'm understanding something now about the world we're creating with this performance. This play isn't going ... http://nebunele.com/blog/2009/07/28/we-open-tomorrow/ One of my roommates is snoring loudly, so I decided that instead of trying to go to bed I'd post this poem I just found in my journal from months ago. --- Public Restrooms Walking in, I regard suspiciously the seat & contents of the bowl. So many asses. Such an intimate exchange of cells, of germs, of ... http://nebunele.com/blog/2009/07/20/look-ma-three-posts-in-two-days/ I had an interesting conversation with Carlos this evening about emotions and ego and taking things personally when the work is happening. I confessed that I have a sort of an inborn need to get things "right," which is never really the point and often blocks creativity, and that I've ... http://nebunele.com/blog/2009/07/20/ego-and-the-work-part-ii/ I'd been grumpy for the past several days. Tired of being a grunt, tired of never knowing what was coming next or feeling engaged in this play, homesick and irritated with everyone around me. Sunday mornings at 10am, we gather on the soccer pitch. It's a ritual we haven't missed since ... http://nebunele.com/blog/2009/07/19/thank-god-for-soccer/ Much happened this week. Dandelion Dance of San Francisco came and stayed for a few days, and trained with us and showed us excerpts from their current work-in-progress Mutt. Neat! New York people, you should see it; it shows this weekend! I hurt my foot running at top speed down a ... http://nebunele.com/blog/2009/07/12/tired/ Whoo, two posts in one night! I'm on fire! But I warn you, few and faithful readers, that things are about to get a good deal more busy and after tonight there might not be much of a chance to post. So. Here's something that I've learned, a continuation of a ... http://nebunele.com/blog/2009/07/05/confirmed-lesson-lightness/ There is something in artistic work that I keep struggling with, which is a relentless self-opinion that keeps inserting itself into my brain. How am I doing? Am I doing this well? Am I good at it? Do other people think I’m good at it? Oops, I just screwed up. ... http://nebunele.com/blog/2009/07/05/ego-and-the-work/ There is so so much to write! I'm struggling with whether to write about the stuff that happened or the stuff that I'm thinking about it. The stuff that I'm thinking about is more interesting to write down, but I don't think it will make any sense without context. So...this ... http://nebunele.com/blog/2009/07/01/growing-into-place/ I have been slow to post! The training intensive is over; I took a 5-day hiatus to hang with family in LA; and now I'm back, as of last night. I just have a few minutes, so we'll see how far I get. The end of the training intensive was shaped ... http://nebunele.com/blog/2009/06/30/back-into-it/ It's 2am here. Strange day. Movies in the morning, tech in the afternoon, good training in the evening, but too much free time. One of the trainees has decided to leave. We're going out to breakfast to wish him bon voyage before training tomorrow. Shame; I like him. Sleep. -A http://nebunele.com/blog/2009/06/18/screw-numbering-days/ What a day! Awesome training tonight, the kind that leaves me invigorated and inspired and warm and tingly, and even though it's after 1am and I've just gotten home and showered, I'm not the least bit sleepy. This morning we trained in a specific and painful way--we did some stretches ... http://nebunele.com/blog/2009/06/17/end-of-day-3/ I woke up this morning in a slightly uncomfortable bed without having slept enough, knowing there were only two showers for the 12 of us, and suddenly it hit me full force that this time I'm not just staying for three weeks, I'm staying for over two months. I got ... http://nebunele.com/blog/2009/06/16/end-of-day-2/ Dinner, music (I get to play percussion this time!), training. Holy shit I forgot how hard training is. Had moments of feeling connected, in tune, and not caring that my shoulders were burning; many other moments when I was longing for it to be over. I came in in the ... http://nebunele.com/blog/2009/06/15/after-day-1/ After too few hours of uncomfortable sleep, one too-strong cup of coffee, and a longish car ride from Scott, a cellist who works with the company, I arrived at Double Edge in a state of jittery anticipation. Trainees now stay in a guest house down the road--and not only are ... http://nebunele.com/blog/2009/06/15/safe-arrival/ I'm off to Double Edge Theatre once more in Ashfield, Massachusetts, to enroll myself in the second half of their training intensive and then to stay on and help them make a show this summer. I'll be posting here occasionally, if I manage to wrest myself away from things for ... http://nebunele.com/blog/2009/06/15/off-again/ There’s a point, reliably, in every show that I’ve ever worked on in which I realize that not only am I a total fraud as an actor and/or writer, but all of my collaborators know it too, regret including me, and are simply not mentioning it to me in order ... http://nebunele.com/blog/2009/04/05/a-too-honest-post-that-you-should-skip-if-you-want-to-go-on-liking-me-or-all-actors-are-insecure/ Can't sleep, though I've been trying to for an hour and a half. Sounds of four other women sleeping, the play buzzing in my head. Getting up. Warm milk? Mm, yes, I'll be back. *** We're deep in the play, down here in California. The six of us, me, Claytie, Scofie, Brynna, ... http://nebunele.com/blog/2009/03/27/buzzing-in-ca-or-forgive-me-kitty/ So my roommate Daniel gave me a dollar to write him a poem a day for a month, really a trick to keep me writing that I'm grateful for. To keep me honest, I'm posting them here, but because most of them are terrible, I'm hiding them in extra pages ... http://nebunele.com/blog/2009/02/12/1230pm-edit-1/