it's a magical world

Whee, Spring Awakening got nominated for 11 Tony Awards! Including Best New Musical! I mean, well, obviously, there haven't been many good new ones recently, and this is the first new Broadway musical (that's not a revival) that's come along in several years that's been worth getting excited about. Still. 11 nominations! There's at least one I'm pretty sure they can't win -- lead actor for Jonathan Groff (see icon), who is all kinds of amazing, but Raul Esparza's going to nail that one for Company, and deservedly so, so that's all right. But, yeah, I'm glad there's finally a reason to watch the Tonys again, because the last few years haven't thrilled me at all.

And the play crop was pretty good this year, too, although this whole damn college-in-Chicago thing has prevented me from seeing any of them. Bet Coast of Utopia sweeps those categories though. I mean, it's Tom Stoppard, seriously.

God, I want to move back to New York so badly. Remind me why I'm sticking it out in Chicago for a few more years? Oh, right, because I can't afford to move back to NYC, and there's no way in hell I'm moving back in with my parents. Damn.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, airgiodslv! *squishes* I hope the people at that theater of yours are treating you properly!

In other news, holy shit, my play opens in a week. Hence the utter lack of lj-ness over here of late. Well, I still check my f-list compulsively, but not so much with the posting myself, because I figure, how many posts flailing about OMG MY SHOW OPENS SOON do you guys really need to see?

*flails*

Once we do a photo shoot of some sort (eep I should get on that), I totally will be spamming you all, though.

I have found a new love, and it is Spring Awakening. Oh, my. This is gonna be the new RENT, people. So much awesome. And I'm addicted to the soundtrack like you wouldn't believe.

( went on a bit of an icon rampage, actually )

Praise be to whoever, I'll be directing a show next quarter. There are a lot of dumb things they've decided to DO to my show, but regardless, it's a show, and it's mine, and I'll deal with the dumb stuff.

ETA: And, holy shit, they passed only three of the six shows proposed, so suddenly a couple of irritating stipulations are looking pretty damn good.

All right, I know I've got a few Queer Theory scholars on my flist. I'm trying to write an essay on the construction of homosexual identity in a couple of plays for one of my courses, and I need your help. What are considered to be the foundational texts of Queer Theory (or whatever the proper term for it is)? I could just dive into the field on my own, but I'm a Theater major, and I don't think I'd know where to start. I've had a reasonably solid education in the social sciences, but not this particular branch. Any suggestions?

And along similar lines, I know there are other theater people out there. Go forth and read a play or two by Frank McGuinness, if you haven't already. All of his plays have at least one strong gay character, without the plays themselves being "gay plays". It's so lovely, really, to read something where being gay is just a part of the many things that make up a character, without either needing to be the primary focus of the work or reducing itself to a secondary and oversimplified role of comic relief. I'm a particular fan of McGuinness's "Observe the Sons of Ulster Marching Towards the Somme", which is a beautiful exercise in slashtastic subtext, among other things.

Craig: Well, you're a rare buckcat anyroad.
Pyper: Funny word that.
Craig: Buckcat? It's a--
Pyper: No. Rare. Are you rare, David?
Craig: When I want to be. Army's no place for rareness though.
Pyper: Why not? It takes all sorts to make an army.

Oh, <3 .

So why has no one ever told me about Leslie Jordan before? And why does he never get real parts outside of "Will & Grace"? Because he's doing a one-man show in the theater I work at, and on Sunday before the show while I was working box office he popped his head in to ask about ticket sales and I was all thinking Psh, you're a strange little old man but whatever, you seem to sell tickets. And then the theater was kinda dead once his audience went in and my supervisor was all, just go see his show now. So I did. And OMGWTFBBQ, this strange little old man is a fucking GENIUS and hysterically funny and incredibly gay, and now I really want him to pop his head into the box office again while I'm working there because he is so WEE and FEY and FABULOUS and I want to squeeze him a lot.

Leslie Jordan, yo. If any of y'all are in or around the Chicago area between now and September 4, get thee hence to the play "Like a Dog on Linoleum" at the theater wot I work at. Seriously. It is all kinds of fabulous.

In other news, walking to the El from work, this relatively normal-looking guy stops me on the street.
Guy: Can I talk to you for a second?
Me: (warily) What about?
Guy: (looking strangely disappointed) You're into chicks, right?
Me: O_O
Guy: Yeah, you're into chicks. (walks away)

That was...interesting. I've never been pegged as a dyke before. I mean, I ping so straight that people think I'm kidding when I say I'm bi. And this guy wasn't a street wacko, just a normal guy. So bizarre.

Show done. The director of University Theater -- a notoriously harsh critic -- gave it a glowing review. Dude. Maybe I stand half a chance as a director after all.

Am at somewhat of a loss as to what to do with my evenings now. I took a nap yesterday evening. It was incredible. AND I got an A on the Freud paper what I wrote in about three hours, so I'm not even failing all my classes! Whew.

I guess I'll actually have time to do homework now. And maybe writing type stuff. What a novel concept.

Haven't had much in the way of internet access for the past few days. But back at school now, so all is well.

I'm pretty sure I nailed my summer internship interview this morning. I'd really like to work there. Awesome space -- three theaters, one of which is really cool and small and twisty, plus a small shop right in the middle of everything, and apparently the whole space serves as prop storgae. And the people seem nice and fun. The catch? Unpaid internship, which would mean I'd have to keep my current boring-as-hell part time job and double my hours there in order to pay my rent -- and that would only barely cover it, and then there's food and transportation...bah. So I've got to hold out a bit longer and see if any of the paid internships I applied for come through.

Auditions for MY PLAY tomorrow! Squee! I love auditions -- especially from the other side of the table.

Arthur Miller died last night.

Just...whoa. It's the end of an era of American theater.

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Seriously, though. I've been in a constant state of abject terror since, oh, late last night. Sometime this afternoon I will get a call telling me whether or not my show passed. I'm so scared that my hands are shaking ucontrollably and I can feel my every heartbeat. This has been steadily increasing in intensity for the past half hour, and there's still a fair amount of time to go before I find out.

This can't be healthy.

I keep telling myself that I've grown out of this musical, because it is so much with the teen angst. But listening to it still makes me so happy.

Thank god I've left its fandom behind, though. *shudders*

I LOVE AUDITIONING AND I OWNZ0RS ALL AUDITIONS.

That is all.

But I hate waiting for the callback list to be posted.

Time spent in Physics lab: 3.5 hrs
Time spent finding dinner and eating it: 20 min
Time spent blocking hour-long Act 1 of play: 2 hrs
Knowing that you just speed-blocked all of Act 1 COMPLETELY ON THE SPOT: priceless.

There are some things time can't provide. For everything else, there's kaydee's [lack of] sanity.


This message brought to you by Act 1 of Gross Indecency, for which I had absolutely no blocking ideas beforehand.


*collapses*