I said goodbye to Michigan State’s theater program five years ago. I quit acting and designing costumes, except for a final tour of a children’s show that allowed me to get my minor. I never thought that when I moved to New York, I’d end up working on shows, let alone one that was so incredible. It has been a taxing but very rewarding experience.
Just some of the amazing press we received, if you’re not already convinced:
“The American Play part of the New York International Fringe Festival takes audience expectation wraps it up in beautiful and innovative stage pictures, adds in a twist of horrendous tragedy, and then lands you exactly where you know you’re going but don’t want to be.” –Times Square Chronicles
“The American Play is honest and frightening because of how recognizable these college students are, influenced by consumerism, media, and the desire to belong.” –StageBuddy
“It’s very possible to say that The American Play was perfectly cast. The three young actors that comprised this play fit their roles to a t.” –Theater in the Now
I learned to count binary on my fingers while sipping an egg cream in a New York institution, Yonah Schimmel’s Knish Bakery. A friend of mine was explaining simple hardware setups and said he had a cool trick he used at nerd parties. I practiced over and over on the subway ride back to Brooklyn, until counting became a fluid motion. Now, I can easily count up to 1,023 on my hands (though, I’ve yet to find a concrete reason I’d need to do so).
What are Binary Numbers?
The binary numeral system, otherwise known as the base-2 numeral system, represents numeric values using just two symbols: 0 and 1. It is used by almost all modern computers and in circuitry design. Just because it is the foundation of computing does not mean it wasn’t being used before the 20th century. Binary existed even in the ancient world, having been encountered as far back as the 9th century B.C. in China. Read more
For the past four weeks, I’ve spent most of my spare time working on the production of Hallowed Ground, an exploration of text, produced by The Dirty Blondes. This is the second production I’ve done with The Dirty Blondes, first being a 24 hour festival, Deadline.
Before I discovered Professional Writing or even thought about a career as a web developer, I was sure I would be working in the theater. I acted in plays and musicals through high school and college; I single-handedly costumed Michigan State’s opera for a production of Susannah; I helped stage manage a rather elaborate production of Tommy the Rock Opera. After signing up for two many events and working with a few rather difficult directors, I took a break from the stage. My last production was acting in Reefer Madness in January 2010, and I finally took a breath.
About eight months ago, I decided I wanted to fund a kickstarter project. I knew I wanted to fund something to do with either tech or baking to get in on the ground floor of an exciting project. I decided on helping to fund Make Cheese Inc. I chose the mascarpone kit thinking, “I’d love to make cannolis for the holidays!”
It didn’t quite work out like I planned. The kits were delayed repeatedly due to the high volume and then to being held by Canadian customs. I didn’t receive the mascarpone kit until last Friday.
I was so giddy, I could hardly contain myself. What’s a girl to do on a Friday night but make her own cheese, right? That’s totally normal, right?
It’s booked. I’m officially going to Europe (for 25 days) as a graduation present to myself.
Ever since I was little, I’ve dreamed of walking along the Seine, standing in the middle of The Globe, and being fully enveloped into European culture. Granted, I’ve never been to Europe. My vision is a compilation of movies, tv shows, photos, and books. However, I’ve always known that it would somehow make me a happier person. In addition, I’m a complete history geek. Nothing sounds better than being in places where people have traveled for hundreds of years.
Question: How are you financing your trip abroad?
I’ve been working an hourly, non-babysitting position since I was 15 years old. I’ve been relatively responsible with that moneyin order to help pay off my soon-to-come college debt. I made it my goal to graduate with a certain dollar value in the bank to be my cushion if I am without a job for any period of time. With my internship this past summer, I’ve been able to exceed that amount, by almost 150%. In addition, it will be my last time when I’m really not tied down to anything. I’ve decided to take this opportunity to do what I’ve always dreamed of doing. Read more
In eight days, I’ll be heading to Orlando, FL for the last shuttle launch… ever.
Ok, I probably am speaking too soon. Who knows what will happen in ten, fifteen, or a hundred years. Maybe another president will reinvigorate the shuttle program with NASA. For now, however, this shuttle is set to be the last. I get to watch from the Kennedy Space Center as it launches. Incredible. (Read about the launch plans here)
When I was a little girl, there was something called Space Camp. Perhaps you remember those commercials from the 90’s. A trip to Space Camp was always the prize on those Nickelodeon challenge shows, and I dreamed of winning. What kid didn’t want the chance to experience zero gravity?!
A shuttle launch definitely doesn’t afford me those opportunities. However, I do get to be a part of history. I get to watch Space Shuttle Atlantis, who already has over 25 years of history, go to space for the last time. I will be there alongside professors from my department, and we can “geek out” together. It may be the last launch, but hopefully it will allow a friendship to form.
Most importantly, I suppose, I will be tweeting from the event. Follow me on Twitter to get the feed on July 8th. You can look forward to pictures of the space center and of the launch.
I feel like my life is suddenly being surrounded by weddings. In October, my friend Anna Taylor married her boyfriend Jack Kramer at a ceremony in the MSU Alumni Chapel. It was a wonderful wedding, with the reception in a ballroom in the Union. I was so excited to go to my first wedding as a “grown up,” having only gone to my Aunts and Uncles weddings when I was five and eleven, being a member of the bridal party. This time, I sat and watched an interfaith marriage (Jack is Jewish, Anna is Protestant), and they solidified their love through vows.
Joanne and Tom will be married in August, as I spoke of in my last entry. Once again, I’ll be a bridal party member, but it is different as an adult. I have new responsibilities and relationships with the rest of the party.
Yesterday, my father came to visit. He has been dating his girlfriend, Inez, for 18 months. They have spoken about getting married, but haven’t done the official “engagement” yet. He revealed his plans to me at lunch. He is in the process of buying a diamond, as well as a ring setting. We’re all headed to NYC for a weekend in June, for my grandmother’s 80th birthday party. Inez’s birthday is the Sunday of that weekend. The plan is for them to go to a late dinner on Saturday night. Then, he will take her for a horse and buggy ride through Central Park and propose at midnight, on her birthday. It sounds wonderfully romantic, grand, and cheesy… and I’ve never been happier for him. He deserves this. If he’s happy, I’m happy.
With a wedding, naturally comes the aftermath. This means a step mother and four step siblings. One of the children moved to Israel and became ultra orthodox; I highly doubt he will attend the wedding or ever really be a part of my life. However, the others will be a part of family holidays and traditions. Their family will, essentially, become mine and my brother’s family. We are grown up, therefore the living situation is not as much of an issue. Visiting will be strange, but eventually we’ll get used to it. It will become normal. Again, if my father is happy, we’re happy.
In the end, love is in the air. Weddings will come and pass, but it’s the new level of relationship created that matters the most. I wish the best for all three of these couples and hope that they never have broken hearts.