tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152820282012-01-06T21:37:05.942-08:00"[According to this doctrine,] [T]he world is a fabrication of the will. Art-always-requires visible unrealities. Let it suffice for me to mention one: the metaphorical or numerous or carefully accidental diction of the interlocutors in a drama...Let us admit what all idealists admit: the hallucinatory nature of the world. Let us do what no idealist has done: seek unrealities which confirm that nature." Avatars of the Tortoise, Jorge Luis Borges.Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.comBlogger7171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-66542136742853521172011-12-25T23:55:00.000-08:002011-12-25T23:55:27.126-08:00

Discretion, two dollars in the mail, already sealed. If two dollars are already mailed,  what's the chance of a three dollar bill? I folded them neatly in a pill box, folded them shut, neatly piling them face to face,  identical twins frozen in a kiss. The pill box rattled in the box sent in. I wonder if the rattling upset my stomach, why this identical rattle, why this pill box dislodged

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-65080978707199419162011-09-26T00:10:00.000-07:002011-09-26T00:10:41.160-07:00

Little voice, come on out. I hear you hiding in the upstage. I found you lost, long ago, but you decided to put on a robe and go. Little voice, Eating in a corner, Writing in a circle, Where did you leave your pencil and jingoisms? I found them on the wall, smudged and stenciled out, like pearly white teeth with thousands of crossed-over braces. Little voice, How does your garden

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-11995207443414205542011-09-02T10:28:00.000-07:002011-09-02T10:28:05.403-07:00

I am finishing up my first week of work at College of Alameda right now. It is not a teaching position, but it is in the education field. At least I am staying in my field. The people here are really nice. The campus is petite and attractive. Watching episodes of Mad Men again. Best show on TV period. Taking one theatre class at City College SF, with same teacher. Practicing focus/

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-4841344505029919742011-08-29T11:49:00.000-07:002011-08-29T11:49:30.244-07:00

I have decided to stop talking to my sister for a while. This has been building up for a long time now. It has finally come to a head. It's very difficult for me to get along with family, but my sister has been the most difficult part of it these days. We have gone down such distinctly different roads that it's hard to understand each other. And truth is, we are more like strangers than ever

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-52299022047745171202011-08-11T20:14:00.000-07:002011-08-11T20:14:02.885-07:00

Well, I finally found a job, and yes, it is in my field, at the College of Alameda. Quite a commute, but hey, I am willing to work there until I find a better gig. What does that mean? I am going to make it by the skin of my teeth (WhereTF did that expression ever come from?). In other words, I ain't leavin'. I stuck to it, I'm going to eat cracker and cheese for maybe the next six months, but

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-26515871252341150192011-08-08T21:51:00.000-07:002011-08-08T21:51:37.663-07:00

Been a rough going at its right now. Decided to stay on as long as I can in the Bay, fight this out. Helps that the landlady gave me a free month of rent, since I have been a great tenant. I am the quietest, cleanest, tenant she has had (makes me frightened to think what she had in the past). Haven't had much to say lately. That's a lie. After all of these four years studying, researching, and

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-43393992427702090852011-08-03T18:40:00.000-07:002011-08-03T18:40:27.186-07:00

I have to make a decision to move back home or go for somewhere cheaper in SF, possibly the Sunset (where all the struggling artists reside). I have to figure this out soon. As you know, I would loathe to move back home. However, I could save enough money with an in-between job until I have to move away for one of the programs. That is, if I get in the very first year (have to deal with the

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-75180745498687110442011-07-21T22:21:00.000-07:002011-07-21T22:21:10.148-07:00

I have been studying for the GRE Online with Princeton Review and writing my personal statements for NYU for both the MFA in Theatre and the PhD in World Literature. I have a New York bug in me now that won't go away, and I would love to go back and stay, either in an MFA program or a PhD. I have gotten so busy these days I spend so much time writing I hardly ever write here. I don't really

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-47402898299417030362011-07-14T21:40:00.000-07:002011-07-14T21:40:32.883-07:00

This is the longest I have ever been without a job in my life. This is a strange period of my life, where I should be sitting pretty, but I am coming up empty. I find myself wondering what went wrong with economy, how everything got so screwed up. I applied for a temp agency who turned me down.Gave me a rundown over why I was way too overqualified to even apply. How utterly ironic, to not be

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-82116357951194764472011-07-06T12:42:00.000-07:002011-07-06T12:42:07.147-07:00

My Dad used to play this song on his acoustic when I was a child. It's a beautiful Irish ballad that the  Byrds picked up and did in acid rock kind of way. My Dad sings it more in the style of Joan than of The Byrds, so I thought this would be appropriate.

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-17675930296638301832011-07-04T19:51:00.000-07:002011-07-04T19:51:37.618-07:00

...just finished reading W.G. Sebald's "The Rings of Saturn," travel narrative on his trips throughout the lesser known areas of England, full of history and meanderings, too many meanderings for one to follow completely. Did like one quote, however: "I suppose it is submerged memories that give to dreams their curious air of hyper-reality. But perhaps there is something else as well, something

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-33054183364163914502011-06-30T12:13:00.000-07:002011-06-30T12:13:11.602-07:00

I have finally graduated, after all those years of hard work, and what do I get for it? I am not sure yet. I am still busy not doing anything. I have a laptop now (a beautiful Sony Vaio) and internet connection at home, so I can finally type to my heart's content. I suppose this will be useful now that I have so much more time (all the time in the world). Here is a video of Michelle Branch's

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-14747162647238587432011-06-18T19:10:00.001-07:002011-06-18T19:10:37.837-07:00

I would love to keep posting, but I have no internet connection at home, and am looking for work full-time. Will check up on things when I get a chance.

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-81406617498687817632011-06-01T17:55:00.000-07:002011-06-01T17:55:17.984-07:00

I am free now. I went to Universal Studios with my beautiful little nieces and my sister and her husband. Lots of fun; not for me, but to watch the little girls expressions on the rides. Nothing more precious than to see the excitement of people you love. My 10 year old niece is a wonderful little girl who I adore. She still jumps on me and gives me a great big bear hug for such a petite little

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-71974928157217431522011-05-18T14:49:00.000-07:002011-05-18T14:49:57.295-07:00

I am at work right now, finishing makeup hours. I have one class left tomorrow, no finals left, and Commencement 2011 on Saturday early afternoon at San Francisco State. It is going to be chaos. I am almost done. Now what do I do? I hope I can get some kind of measly summer job to fit the bill for now. Teaching jobs are hard to come by. I have a whole year to kill before I possibly get accepted

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-89855893698950221602011-05-04T21:23:00.000-07:002011-05-04T21:23:39.013-07:00

This is a time of crisis. I have my Culminating Experience Oral Exam, which is my final class needed in order to graduate, on Monday, May 9th, at 11 am. I am sweating it out, practicing my 20 minute lecture on 5 books and an hour and a half on the remaining 30 texts. I am trying to practice, but I need to interrupt one more time with Sara Bareille's version of Beyonces "Single Ladies". I think

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-56083128373253040752011-05-04T20:58:00.000-07:002011-05-04T20:58:00.457-07:00

Yet another Sarah I am in love with..sorry, Sarah Mac! God her voice is gorgeous, she is gorgeous, mainly because of her voice, but she's, just wow.

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-48981203183420606482011-04-14T01:44:00.000-07:002011-04-14T01:44:07.362-07:00

I have no computer, but I do have an I-pad. I wish I had more time to talk about everything t going on,but I have never been busier. I am taking 4 classes, doing 3 to 4 presentations a week on average, acting, writing academically and creatively, attending academic conferences, and working as a teacher's assistant all at the same time. On top of that, I have to study for an oral exam in order to

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-3969115302900800452011-04-06T21:14:00.000-07:002011-04-06T21:14:30.468-07:00

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-40018051837277418962011-03-06T22:11:00.000-08:002011-03-06T22:11:54.979-08:00

I have often wondered about why I am such a female vocalist lover, since I have no recollection of whether it spawned out of my childhood or how it started. It may seem odd, or overly sentimental, to have a love for female vocal artists; not only their voices, but their words, as well. Something about a woman singing her point of view seems to really get to me, and I wonder what it is I am

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-23751390588196306732011-03-02T21:31:00.001-08:002011-03-02T21:31:35.734-08:00

Working on so many things right now, but I am having a decent time.  Lots is going on, tell you more later. Back to Sara Bareilles!

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-48595189654237690752011-02-16T01:04:00.000-08:002011-02-16T01:04:44.142-08:00

Hands press together to make a fresh cut diamond. Lips entwine, a narcissistic ourobouros. Legs blush like an embarrassed horizon. Teeth click in anticipation of wintergreen air. Eyes tilt the deep sea blue. Heart stops to allow purple impulses to pass through. Eyebrows knit together to embroider questions into the fabricating mind. Clothes rustle to whisper deep murmurs to the heart. Hair cuts

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-17558128879368406892011-02-14T21:30:00.000-08:002011-02-14T21:30:06.729-08:00

I graduate May 21st of this year. Finally.

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-62728287583980688602011-01-21T14:06:00.000-08:002011-01-21T14:06:09.469-08:00

Here is a powerful reason to continue on as a PhD: this helps me define my future as an actor/PhD candidate/writer. Thanks, Borges. "[According to this doctrine,] [T]he world is a fabrication of the will. Art-always-requires visible unrealities. Let it suffice for me to mention one: the metaphorical or numerous or carefully accidental diction of the interlocutors in a drama...Let us admit what

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-46891634683142081392011-01-16T00:39:00.000-08:002011-01-16T00:39:04.916-08:00

Writing on my fan now it's torn in half-- for memory's sake

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-21098942830285339582011-01-14T14:26:00.001-08:002011-01-14T14:26:22.475-08:00

Happy New Year, my dear reader!

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-67071611462962099812010-12-24T06:53:00.000-08:002010-12-24T06:53:40.478-08:00

dreamt of in dark big rooms like an elevator without wings, Kept in a pocket as a round thick peppermint that dissolves after chewing, A sock linted with weeks of dry growth in a black recess, A paper crumpled cup outside the water cooler's trash bin. Solely crept up from verdant crystal quarry, Living in the abject rainforest in a dewdrop painted spiderweb.

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-67071047546481090552010-12-19T12:08:00.000-08:002010-12-19T12:08:22.146-08:00

I briefly mention my mother and sister as potential problems because I don't want to get into my personal life, especially the past. I have a counselor for that. However, given that, I sometimes wish my Mom would grow up. I love her, but sometimes it seems that it would be best to disown her. Now, I would never actually do this. I love my Mom, even though I don't like who she is. She is an

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-19119851184486043712010-12-16T18:48:00.000-08:002010-12-16T18:48:56.258-08:00

I just finished my scene analysis final at City College of San Francisco. I have been taking scene analysis/character development classes for the past year and a half, so I am up to my nefarious ways of acting again. We did Hedda Gabler, in which I analyzed and did scene work as George Tessman. This semester the advanced students read The Doll House, and I worked on the character of Helmer

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-17396906311531106522010-12-13T20:55:00.000-08:002010-12-13T20:55:36.022-08:00

Blonde Hair and Black Eyes, On One Person Or On Two Others Is As Good As Another. What's The Difference In Us Is IN Us, Or Between Us The Two Of Us Is One Of Us, Not Two. Blonde Hair and Black Eyes, Satin Pageantry Of A Midnight Parade, Necrotic Roots Of A Smaller Head, The Two Heads Blonder Than The Blackest Of Eyes. Ours Are The Blackest Of Eyes And The Blondest of Roots Have Never Seen.

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-43976725990065169182010-12-13T20:38:00.001-08:002010-12-13T20:38:38.317-08:00

Waiting, rising, focalizing, bellowing, chiding, intensifying, grinding, promoting, meeting, pacifying, ironing, ending, scoping.

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-10135182640177106192010-12-13T19:46:00.000-08:002010-12-13T19:47:50.569-08:00

There's an open field and I'd like to swim. There's an open field and there are bright shadows. There's an open field and I'd like to play. The bright shadows are black rainbows, in the rainbows are small specks of dark light, in the small specks of dark light are a million one colors. In the open field there are trees that hug you and pull you under the ground, they tie you in to the soil and

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-47166665939644575682010-12-11T19:09:00.000-08:002010-12-11T19:09:53.687-08:00

I am her father now, I am here now. A life rears its hind legs and you displace yourself until you can take care of a child on your own. until you can pretend to raise her on your own. There's a sunny tree curled up under the shade as they run. I love my unborn children, because they play in front of me, they wave and ask me to pull the tire swing. They tell me they are dizzy, and they sit with

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-23504899425047559502010-11-30T23:01:00.000-08:002010-11-30T23:01:09.191-08:00

Ok, later then, bye. See you soon. That's interesting. A little at a time. I don't want to talk to you later, then, I want to talk to you now. That's for me to know and for you to find me out. Don't care. Just breathe. Respire. Seek me out. That's interesting. A little at a time to find out why the time is still in the present all I want is you can't be serious about all these things, a

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-58629000140843844842010-11-09T14:22:00.000-08:002010-11-09T14:23:20.967-08:00

Je suis un souteneur in the presence of your shower. I look at you to affect us further. Je suis un souteneur. We glance at you, the unseen observer, to extend the structure of power. Je suis un souteneur in the presence of your shower.

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-46084412547670174412010-11-07T19:13:00.000-08:002010-11-07T19:17:57.715-08:00

I read philosophy of literature, daily, to enhance my understanding of what literature, of what a text, of what words, of what "is said" into my life in order to incorporate my love, my philos of this type of wisdom, that is, on paper. I read Plato to get a hold on my understanding of representation; I understand the need to long for the point of representation and forms of infinite meaning.  I

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-74345336677021243802010-11-06T01:06:00.000-07:002010-11-06T01:06:39.141-07:00

In a translation, one can book- end their favorite misgivings, malapropisms, even when they trade that object in itself for the intentional object. I think one does this for accountability or the honesty of misunderstanding the task of the mistranslation. When one hears the words they want to hear, it's there for their own; however, the words are heard by another.

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-69952396674421085462010-10-24T19:52:00.001-07:002010-10-24T20:07:17.480-07:00

I am listening to the songs of John Jacob Niles, a Deep South folk song writer, because I am presenting the works of a friend in class for my Translation Workshop class in the Creative Writing graduate program. Don't ask, just remember: I am a world literature (you can call it comparative literature) major, so that allows me to enter any and all fields I want, just so long as I can prove that

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-87939779989710038632010-10-24T19:44:00.000-07:002010-10-24T19:52:14.863-07:00

The text in front-the visual image of the bride kissing the groom--is representation of the goodnight miracle, The End.-The text is backgrounded with the pretend days ladenand laid down to restthe bride kisses the groomthe groom kisses the brideit is a visual textwith no front or back.it is multidimensional it is deadit is not a NOT ending it is that which isthe representation of the livingthe

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-83152027371077136182010-10-06T11:58:00.000-07:002010-10-06T11:59:44.989-07:00

Listening to chick rock and feeling alive. How funny. I think her name is Julie Moffitt and I am in love with her voice. Although I love Sara Bareilles even more so.

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-25354807855649433762010-09-25T17:15:00.000-07:002010-09-25T17:17:36.644-07:00

I must admit that I am not applying to PhD programs this year. I cannot explain this right now, but I am very upset about it. It's enough to know that I am graduating this Spring 2011, finally. I hope that my outlook on this situation changes soon. In the meanwhile, I will work on two resumes (work-related and acting), reading my oral exam books (16 to go yet), and turn in my paperwork. Please,

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-21920611405928847612010-09-20T21:42:00.000-07:002010-09-20T21:43:12.194-07:00

Writing too much, practicing scenes too much.

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-34394574622678093752010-09-01T17:32:00.000-07:002010-09-01T17:58:05.172-07:00

I wrote this after a severe depression, and felt much better afterward. It's a dadaist combination: it combines stolen lines from Stanislavsky's "My Life in Art" and synthesized forms of philosophies of time and space, as produced from Borges's "On Mysticism" and Immanuel Kant's "Transcendental Aesthetic". I felt I was going in a slightly different direction with this one. There is so much to

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Perhaps I am not fit to write this weblog anymore, because I am not feeling up to writing it much anymore, nor do I feel the same as I did when I first ventured on writing about my personal life. Perhaps the problem is that I have spent too much time in advanced education. I have found that my interest in providing education to adults has extended only to those who don't naturally attend higher

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-42574149143960666252010-08-02T11:42:00.001-07:002010-08-02T11:50:20.801-07:00

I am permeated by New York's culture, specifically the "bohemian" Greenwich Village and my permanent stopping place, West 4th Street, somewhere between the Avenue of the Americas and Bleecker Street Pizza. It's not so much that I am out of words to describe what is going on write now, it is the amazing amount of culture I am taking in right now that I am at a loss for words. I will give it in

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-73210268289492730072010-07-20T07:39:00.000-07:002010-07-20T07:40:00.497-07:00

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-7644822787992732332010-07-19T10:22:00.000-07:002010-07-19T10:41:21.733-07:00

I am trying to convince my Mom to come out here for my final weekend (Aug 14-17th), so I can take her to The Statue of Liberty and the Empire State Building. I can afford her plane tickets with my fellowship money, but I cannot pay for her hotel room. This would, of course, be a ticket for her and my stepdad, so would be from 8-1000 dollars. I get her final say today on whether she really wants

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-27556289074276222442010-07-13T08:02:00.000-07:002010-07-13T08:07:20.913-07:00

Back when Nelly was interested in music, not pop bullshit. This song is one of my favorites of hers.

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-56067751516930460492010-07-13T07:50:00.001-07:002010-07-13T07:58:40.565-07:00

Possibly my all-time favorite, Suzanne Vega, of folk rock.

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Alicia Keys-New YorkThought that this was appropriate. She was brought up in Harlem, where I reside this summer. She's exhibit A of gorgeous female voices. But God damn, she's fucking fine!

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1) A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM (Off-Off Broadway)This is the first play I saw in New York, and it was a relief to know that, despite a cast of actors from around the world, the only thing that separated me from them is the physical ability. Talent is relative, it appears, and it also seems that Midsummer can be done in only so many different ways. I've been in three Midsummer plays, and I know it

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Here's what I am up to:ORAL EXAMS READING LIST (First):DREAM OF THE RED CHAMBER: Tsao Hsueh Lin (Finished!)The dramatic stories of Pao Yu and Black Jade, and the royal family surrounding them is a classic, and I had time to only read the abridged version, but this 16th (17th?) century Chinese novel was captivating. More on this later, when I summarize and list all the characters. Great

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Here's the whole quote (couldn't get it all as my epigram, up top):"But if I an individual truth is the only one that a book can contain, I might as well accept it and write my truth. The book of my memory? No, memory is true as long as you do not set it, as long as it is not enclosed in a form. The book of my desires? Those also are true only when their impulse acts independently of my

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-27319095232038002782010-06-14T10:54:00.000-07:002010-06-14T10:55:36.001-07:00

I got my money, bitches!!!!Now I have to wait for B of A to take the hold off (fuck, why did I choose B of A when I came to SF? Not the smartest choice...)

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...I'm still into earth tones, but I think this is more Summer-like.

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While I wait for cash and wander Madison Square Garden, I want to share with you what I have been reading for the past few weeks, since I am always reading all sorts of shit:1. If on a winter's night a traveler-Italo Calvino (Still Reading)I've always wanted to read Calvino, and now I have some time to do so. His book is full of disparate narratives that continually change, as we, the Reader,

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-56507908328874047142010-06-07T07:18:00.000-07:002010-06-07T14:32:13.199-07:00

I am currently translating a Spanish essay by Ossa, which I will show you later if I do indeed do it well. Here's the link to my Hemispheric institute. That should do it.

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At the end of this culturally shocking week, I find myself broke but full of wanderlust. Here is a picture of the New York public library, since I couldn't find a good picture of NYU"s Bobst library, which I happen to like. I'll be spending alot of time there since I am here on a mission to study for the GRE and for my orals. As for this weekend, I probably will explore 34th St Penn Station

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-74267065840881691172010-06-03T07:09:00.000-07:002010-06-03T09:13:57.979-07:00

I work in the building in the middle; to the right is the huge Cooper Hotel, and the left is actually mainly housed by Kaplan, Inc, my old boss. I work in the City of Lost Arts building, where I intern as a proofreader and translator for e-misfericas, the digital archive journal for Hemispheres, my trilingual institute dedicated to performance in the Americas through politics and theatre.What

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-58713493332695884562010-06-02T14:35:00.000-07:002010-06-02T14:57:56.677-07:00

Arriving in the "Upper West Side" wasn't easy, considering that I was moving into Harlem and NOT UWS. Seeing as how easy it is to want to advertise Upper Manhattan as "Upper West Side", I can see why my landlord did as such; however, by the time I realized that Manhattanville was just South of Harlem, little did I realize that I lived right next door to one of the most feared places in the U.S.

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I'm in Day 5 now, so bear with my details:I flew in from Sacramento, CA at 11:59 pm PST, to Houston, TX at 5 a.m, only to arrive at La Guardia Airport, New York, NY at 12:30pm, EST in a redeyed stupor.Traveling from airport to airport was strange and interesting. I had a layover in Houston for about 2 hours, so I sat and goggled at the airport mall employees setting up shop for their Jamba Juice

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I can't reach internet connection in Sacramento, not even at my Mom's house, so I won't be able to keep you up to date, and I am paying by the minute at FedexKinko's right now (it's like the Stone Age in technology out here in South Sacramento), so I'll tell you this, and give you more when I get to NYU:I leave tonight on the Redeye and intend to get a layover in Houston, TX, and get to NY

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I am finally done with character analysis for Hedda Gabler, by Henrik Ibsen. After Writing all of my 5 steps, all of my fears and intentions, I have written a short biography of my character, George Tesman. I hope this will be the final, missing link to connect myself spiritually to this character. I'll try my very best tomorrow to keep up with my great partner. She is hard to keep up with,

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One final class...Scene Analysis with Gloria Weinstock at City College of San Francisco.It's been an interesting ride so far, not just in general, but in the acting class, specifically. Within 2 semesters, I have been able to remember most of my old acting instincts, and have worked with the best partner in the class. People cheer us on when we do the scene. It's pretty cool.I feel grateful to

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I must protest:After going through all the paperwork, another ceremony congratulating me on being a fellowship winner (while being surrounded by Fulbright winners, the fellowship of my dreams), I still haven't received a single penny from the State of California; even more recently (about two days ago), I found out that I will recieve the check no earlier than June 1st. This is where I would have

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Distressingly busy. Talk later.

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I have a speech to give to the Graduate Opportunities for Students of Color panel. Forgot to dress up. Have a bad congestion and a sore throat, and losing my voice. Hate speeches. I am supposed to give them advice on how to better themselves. I am not bettered, ironically. Yeah, tell the State to send me my goddamned money for the NYU trip, then I'll be better. Peace. Quiet. Serenity Now.I

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(Ironic: The Creature, or actor in the Boleslavski dialogue, happens to be a young ingenue)."We have a special memory for feelings, which works unconsciously by itself and for itself. It's right there. It is in every artist. It is that which makes experience an essential part of our life and craft. All we have to do is to know how to use it".The I tells "The Creature", or young lady ingenue

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I had a conversation with a friend recently who never met her grandparents. I wanted to remember my grandparents on both sides, because they always were good to me.On my Mom's said, Natalia, mi abuela, was a woman I'd always pick up in West Sac from my Tia Nellie (note: I've only met my Mexican grandfather once; he was a recluse, and slept with every woman that he met, so says my Mom and my Tias

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Reading Richard Boleslavski's "Acting: The First Six Lessons". Creator of the Acting Studio in New York, a polish actor and director who learned his work in the Moscow Theatre. This book seems to remind me of Stanislavski's work, but it is written in more of a dialogue, or rather play form. There are two characters: "I", and "The Creature". It is very dramatic, as the I speaks to the creature

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-37635313353046512652010-04-27T20:51:00.000-07:002010-04-27T21:09:37.725-07:00

Mom's BD today. Almost completely forgot.My Sister is now living with my Mom. Girls moved in. Love those girls.My nieces, I mean.Been so busy can't remember Mom's BD. I should be better than that.Friends from work went to grab tacos. Kept asking me to come. Have too much work to do.Friend at taco place sent me TEXT saying "You're missing out". Watching MadMen Season 2. Great show.Working

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That's all.

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I've got plenty to do, but I don't want to do it anymore. I feel like an open sore; been taking alot of blows from people, and feeling ultra-sensitive doesn't help anything.I am sick to death of the same old, same old. It doesn't feel like anything is changing or getting better, no matter how hard I try. I am being vague on purpose here. For those that know me, you can figure it out. For

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I haven't had any time to do this, but I have alot of things to say, as usual. Let's start with the material, and hopefully you'll be able to read the undercurrent of personal thought (this will be automatic writing, since I don't have time for anything else):I am currently reading an essay by a modernist philosopher buddy who wrote an essay on the definitions of "qi" from a Westerner's

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Working on scholarship essays. Busy. Some disillusionments. More positive things to look forward to. Talk of this later.

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...still have to go to Berkeley, though, next week, but only Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Dammit.

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This isn't near close to Sarah's excellent version, but at least this cover sings it okay and prints out all the lyrics. Here, my alma mater.

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It looks like I'm in for the N.Y.U. summer internship. Things are moving slowly, however; from the round trip plan tickets to the cost of living to the research plan, I have not planned a single THING. I will meet my fellowship advisor this Wednesday since I am so overwhelmed with that and school and scholarship writing. I will have 2/3 of this done by the end of this week. Promise. More to

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I'm just saying, that's all.(breathes in)JINX!

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Let's just face it; I am habitually absent. I try not to be, but I am studying for a Greek midterm, and have no time. From going to UC Berkeley to City College SF to SF State, there's not exactly a lot of time to study. I am stuck here in the Trapp Library (a library dedicated to the Classics AND Comp Lit Majors here at State (Reverse that order: COMP LIT and maybe some Classics students) and

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-36672018274681908972010-03-07T19:24:00.000-08:002010-03-07T19:54:53.628-08:00

This sounds a bit like my old shit, but there's a few minor differences. Here's to my first dedicated poem since three or four years back (be kind. P.S. This isn't the one I was working on that I had mentioned earlier. That one is still under construction. This one is the first fully formed composition.):StaircaseWhenever I see a staircase, I lie.If you fall down the stairs, grab me.I don't

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"Nationalism is our form of incest, is our idolatry, is our insanity.'Patriotism' is its cult. It should hardly be necessary to say that by 'patriotism', I mean that attitude which puts the own nation above humanity, above the principles of truth and justice; not the loving interest in one's own nation, which is the concern with the nation's spiritual as much as with its material welfare - never

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This picture certainly fits my mood. I appear to be very popular at work these days, since I am there all the time. I am learning how to cope with groups of people who enjoy my company, because of my counterphobia of large crowds of people I know. Funny, for an actor, uh?I don't have fears of large crowds of strangers, so I can perform well enough, but peers? I shit my pants.It appears that the

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-2312483806627473462010-03-02T22:03:00.001-08:002010-03-02T22:03:18.717-08:00

No time to talk, just react.

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I love how off-key she is; she is so fully aware of it, but does not give a fuck! There's always beauty in imperfection, Dear Readers. Never forget that.Ok, so maybe she's a bit cocky here. Oh, well. She'd be a lot sexier without that. She usually is.

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...So I'll jump with you, God, even though you should have been my first choice.

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WOOHOOO!!!

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It looks like NYU accepted me already, but I am not sure what's going on with UC Santa Barbara. Nor do I know which one that I like best.Decisions, Decisions. What should it be, 8 to 10 weeks in New York, fully-paid, room AND board, OR Sunny Santa Barbara for 8 to 10? That's seriously fucking difficult!

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Who would have thought that, after a wonderful night of dancing, laughing, and being called cute at a dance studio, that I would curl into a fetal position and have claws for hands?Friday Night: Point is, I don't know how to do it. I planned a work party at a local dance studio, The Cheryl Burke dance Studio, but I am very skeptical when it comes to people showing up. I think noone will show up

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So what color works best here? Purple or just white against a black background? I had no idea this was so hard on the eyes. Sorry, Anyone Who Is Reading.(cont. of Part I). Like the time I fell in love with the duck. I know one shouldn't make missed opportunities a part of their lives. But it's hard to ignore if it keeps happening. Especially if someone tells you straight up that they like

Anthony S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04037726752314324888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15282028.post-91053354404294884232010-02-20T19:51:00.000-08:002010-02-20T21:09:08.432-08:00

Some days you just want to be overtaken with desire, and other days you are an icebox.It's definitely a mixed bag when it comes to women on my mind these days. I have all of these experiences I come off of, and I try to think outside of those experiences, since all of them have been very negative. Where do you go whenever you can't rely on a positive female role model in your life, ever since a

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There's really nothing more to add to the title. I just had to get that off of my chest. I need to sleep, eat, and just ignore the world for about 8 or 9 hours. I promise I will feel better later. I've just been thinking WAY too much lately.

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I need to pay special attention to this chapter, because I am about as flexible as a No.2 pencil. In the previous chapter, Kostya, the narrator, faints in the middle of one of the exercises. Torstov, the director, decides to show them how to release muscle tension and spasms in order for them to be full flexible onstage. In order to relieve great stress there must be a freeing of the muscles.

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Back to Stanislavski's "An Actor Prepares". I intend to cover all the chapters in brief summaries in order to show how important this is to me right now. As one friend told me, it's not "I was an actor". I am an actor, and I can't stress enough how much of an actor I've been in every aspect of my life. I read 6 languages; I bite my nails in large crowds; I blush when I am complimented; I look at

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1. V for Vendetta -Alan Moore. (This picture appropriately chosen for religious connotation via governmental propoganda) I have finally read it, and I won't say much, given the fact that it deserves a 2nd reading. The story of a post-apocalyptic world, a dystopia, is not uncommon; however, one based on Thatcherism and Reaganomics is. I am interested in seeing the rise of obvious anarchist and

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Favorite quote from Neil Gaiman's "The Doll's House" (Used to read his Sandman stuff day and night--no wonder I love intertextuality and mythology so much!):"Six months ago I had a really weird dream. [...] If it was true, my dream (and lots of it is sort of hazy, lots of it doesn't seem to make sense any more, although I'm sure it did at the time), then... then...Then nothing makes sense. If

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At the end of this weekend, we end with imagination and the types of imaginations that we have to deal with: Sluggish, overactive, inactive, etc. Torstov the director gives them sensations to use, especially perception, the strongest sensation for an actor. He says that in order to create a character, we must go through own memories as a series of images, and make them analogous to our

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This chapter deals mainly with acting with a purpose: no matter what happens onstage, there must be purpose. As my theatre teacher says, never play a result-this is an old fact of acting I knew, but never put into words. There are several exercises that include playing out these clear, logical choices of action. Actions can be as simple as closing or opening a door, simple, clearly stated

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