Well, I may have the distinction of being the first recorded victim of Tularemia, a biological agent that hit the National Mall during the anti-war demonstration on 9/24. Do I feel special? No, just very very sick. More news as it happens.
So, were you at the anti war rally on the National Mall Saturday 9/24? If so, you may have been hit with a biological agent -- a bacterium called francisella tularensis which infects you with Tularemia. Sensors picked it up in small amounts on the mall during the rally. Although officials are saying it's not an "intentional" attack, the Washington Post is "puzzled" by the...
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"I've got to admit it's getting better..."
More news as it happens.
More news as it happens.
September. Time to move on. Time to get back to school, or back to work, or back to whatever it is one does. For me, its getting back to life. Pulling myself out from underneath a huge depression. Heres the treatment plan:
Do some writing and/or theater work every day.
Do yoga three times a week.
Check in on my ailing Dad thrice a week....
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Do some writing and/or theater work every day.
Do yoga three times a week.
Check in on my ailing Dad thrice a week....
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September finds me back in DC, looking after my Dad. Well, no time for whining, back to work. I seem to be drawn towards resuming my theatre work against my better judgement. Possibilities are many, health is better, romance is problematic, money sucks, life is life. The universe is doubtless unfolding exactly as it should, and I'm just gonna go with it for once. So,...
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ifonlyforever:
thanks for the comment and happy birthday. better late than never. 
The grieving process takes time, loss must be honored. But life must continue (for lack of other options). And, while I'm not reviving my theatre company (YET), I'm working on two scripts, my vaudeville duo, a 19th century melodrama, and the annual Poe celebration. I'm still organizing and editing my late mentor's complete works, and writing my feline son's story. Oh, yeah, and I gotta...
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When it rains it pours... My theatre company is still bankrupt, I've lost three of my best friends (including my feline son), and had a couple more surgeries. BUT. I am taking my life back and getting back into the world. It's Spring after all -- the yearly miracle -- and anything is possible! My series pilot was rejected, but my article for TDR (The...
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So I havent updated in a while. Life seems to be on hold (at least theres no annoying hold music or caring messages playing, just the endless noise inside of my own skull). My theatre company is on extended hiatus, several scripts Im writing have hit a brick wall, my relationships are strained at best, and my best friend and mentor died rather unexpectedly (and...
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cruelty:
Spinning theories? You're preaching to the choir, brother. I've spent the last month trying to figure out what happened and how I don't recognize the person inhabiting my body right now. In fact, a few journal posts ago, I had nothing to say - just a picture of a sulking Olivier dressed in black...
But to be honest, I'm getting fucking sick and tired of contemplating and second guessing - I think I'm forgetting to live. Just because one deciphers WHY they are acting and thinking the things they are doesn't make it easy to stop doing so.
But I'm rambling. I just finished a show that went up in Indiana and recieved a lot of praise, so I'm trying to ride this wave of energy into producing something and getting this company up on its feet. We will either be doing "The Empire Builders" by Vian, or we will strip ourselves naked and jump off the cliff with "And They Put Flowers on the Handcuffs." I know it's an ambitious project, and maybe it's suicidal - especially for our first "official" show. However, I think it may be a risk I'm willing to take at this point. It will, of course take about eight months of labor in many arenas from conception to finished product, but I think I'm up for it.
Glad to hear you're living life. Exits and entrances - that's all it is. Try to make the most of the holidays - mine always suck and I never look forward to them. I always raise a glass for those who feel the same way.
But to be honest, I'm getting fucking sick and tired of contemplating and second guessing - I think I'm forgetting to live. Just because one deciphers WHY they are acting and thinking the things they are doesn't make it easy to stop doing so.
But I'm rambling. I just finished a show that went up in Indiana and recieved a lot of praise, so I'm trying to ride this wave of energy into producing something and getting this company up on its feet. We will either be doing "The Empire Builders" by Vian, or we will strip ourselves naked and jump off the cliff with "And They Put Flowers on the Handcuffs." I know it's an ambitious project, and maybe it's suicidal - especially for our first "official" show. However, I think it may be a risk I'm willing to take at this point. It will, of course take about eight months of labor in many arenas from conception to finished product, but I think I'm up for it.
Glad to hear you're living life. Exits and entrances - that's all it is. Try to make the most of the holidays - mine always suck and I never look forward to them. I always raise a glass for those who feel the same way.
So I havent updated in a while. Life seems to be on hold (at least theres no annoying hold music or caring messages playing, just the endless noise inside of my own skull). My theatre company is on extended hiatus, several scripts Im writing have hit a brick wall, my relationships are strained at best, and my best friend and mentor died rather unexpectedly (and...
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Okay, so's I've been outta touch for a bit... Had lots going on. What, you may ask, could be more important than keeping my SG journal up to date?
Wrote a pilot episode for a sitcom on a very tight deadline for Bravo/NBC. What? John? Mr. Artier-than-thou, avant-whatever, post-post-modern-man?! A sitcom?! Well, as many of you know, my theatre company has been on hiatus, and...
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Wrote a pilot episode for a sitcom on a very tight deadline for Bravo/NBC. What? John? Mr. Artier-than-thou, avant-whatever, post-post-modern-man?! A sitcom?! Well, as many of you know, my theatre company has been on hiatus, and...
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