this installment of "where in the world is victoria?" found her in saratoga springs at the dmb show.
dont burn the pig
warehouse
grey street
proudest monkey
satellite
don’t drink the water
one sweet world
if i had it all
kit kat jam
#41
i did it
raven
loving wings
where are you going
so right
ants marching
encore:
dancing nancies
two step
while a good time was had by all, becca's face upon the realization that dave was playing "dancing nancies" (the one song she wanted to hear--a song he hasn't performed in ages) made it all worthwhile.
can comment more later...as i must sleep now and prepare for my trip to washington in the morning. this whole traveling thing is getting quite ridiculous.
oh yeah, i'm home from the o'neill.
7.30.2002
7.27.2002
where are all my commenters at? show me some love, people...
modern technology, for all of its benefits, can truly kick my ass sometimes. take the computer i'm currently sitting at, for example. i'm in the script office as i write this, having used this computer on and off for two week now. but it hates me. don't know why--i didn't do anything to the little bastard...but the other day, as i attempted to write daniel my wise-ass email, it kept putting the email in the outbox when i attempted to send it. wouldn't actually send. so i tried a different technique--same result. finally, i emailed him from my other account with a short explanation of how the computer was trying to outwit me
as i look in my sent items now, it says there were two messages sent to daniel's address. add that to the one from the other account, and i look like a dumbass.
then, yesteday afternoon, i was sending an email to chad. wrote the message, clicked send--and aol crashed. so i had to retype it and add an emplanation of why he could possibly receive two emails from me, both with the same basic message.
i have an easy enough time looking like an idiot on my own...i don't need the computer helping me along!
modern technology, for all of its benefits, can truly kick my ass sometimes. take the computer i'm currently sitting at, for example. i'm in the script office as i write this, having used this computer on and off for two week now. but it hates me. don't know why--i didn't do anything to the little bastard...but the other day, as i attempted to write daniel my wise-ass email, it kept putting the email in the outbox when i attempted to send it. wouldn't actually send. so i tried a different technique--same result. finally, i emailed him from my other account with a short explanation of how the computer was trying to outwit me
as i look in my sent items now, it says there were two messages sent to daniel's address. add that to the one from the other account, and i look like a dumbass.
then, yesteday afternoon, i was sending an email to chad. wrote the message, clicked send--and aol crashed. so i had to retype it and add an emplanation of why he could possibly receive two emails from me, both with the same basic message.
i have an easy enough time looking like an idiot on my own...i don't need the computer helping me along!
7.24.2002
one flight down there's a song on low and your mind just picked up on the sound now you know you're wrong because it drifts like smoke and it's been there playing all along now you know now you know the reeds and brass have been weaving leading into a single note in this place where your arms unfold here at last you see your ancient face now you know now you know the cadence rolls in broken plays it over and then goes one flight down there's a song on low and it's been there playing all along now you know now you know -- norah jones
Damn, J-Lo! You are...83% dateable! Attractive and confident, witty and charming, a healthy ambrosia-based diet... you're wanted in the 48 contiguous states, you slayer. Call me. Seduce me. Make me a man (or woman.) Not only do you know how to turn a guy's (or girl's) engines on, but you also know how to oil, lube and rotate it. You put the "elation" back into "relationship," and the "night" back into "one-night stand."
Your inner child is The Happy Little Bastard (NSFC). He is the perfect well-diapered machine-- greased up with a sense of wonderment about the world. With your little guy sitting in your inner-sidecar there's nowhere you can't go. Tender situations don't upset you, you are calm, cool and collected. Your parents treated you well and you don't have any presiding phobias or issues. Everything is fine and great.
Don't be surprised if one day the person in the bell tower shooting at nuns and regular people is, in fact, you.
Your inner child is The Happy Little Bastard (NSFC). He is the perfect well-diapered machine-- greased up with a sense of wonderment about the world. With your little guy sitting in your inner-sidecar there's nowhere you can't go. Tender situations don't upset you, you are calm, cool and collected. Your parents treated you well and you don't have any presiding phobias or issues. Everything is fine and great.
Don't be surprised if one day the person in the bell tower shooting at nuns and regular people is, in fact, you.
Rob Lowe to leave 'West Wing' over salary
noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
i don't know why my posts have turned into nothing but links lately--perhaps the tiring schedule is making me lazy during my free time. things continue to go well in fair waterford...i interviewed lee today (!!!!!!!!), intellegent, funny guy that made for an entertaining interview--one that will, i hope, turn into a good story. it's part of our cumulative assignment--we have to interview someone at the conference who interests us, drafting the interview into a 750-word story. so i asked lee, who was very gracious.
yippie-ki-yi-yippie-i-oh-a (an allusion to "billy k", not a defeated descent into country music outbursts. fear not)...
noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
i don't know why my posts have turned into nothing but links lately--perhaps the tiring schedule is making me lazy during my free time. things continue to go well in fair waterford...i interviewed lee today (!!!!!!!!), intellegent, funny guy that made for an entertaining interview--one that will, i hope, turn into a good story. it's part of our cumulative assignment--we have to interview someone at the conference who interests us, drafting the interview into a 750-word story. so i asked lee, who was very gracious.
yippie-ki-yi-yippie-i-oh-a (an allusion to "billy k", not a defeated descent into country music outbursts. fear not)...
7.23.2002
7.22.2002
oh, how could i forget to mention the all-company party?
so after "pro bono publico" saturday night, a party was held for everyone at the conference beneath the tree at the edith (this amazing little outdoor space i love). i figured i'd make an appearance, see what was going down, probably head back to conn early. ha! the booze was flowing, the bodies were dancing, and everyone was donning the candy necklaces provided. so i joined into the festivities and danced the night away. i had to say goodbye to jim, one of our critics who was only here for a week--*tear*--and then found some people i knew on the dancefloor. the theme turned into a tribute to the 1980s in all its electronic glory. we rocked out. during the one slow song of the evening--extreme's "more than words"--we were told to find a partner and act like we were at an eighth grade dance. everyone took it to the extreme--arms straight out, barely touching each other, nervous faces and gigles. it was hilarious, and my "date", justin--kept me laughing the entire time. good times...
around quarter to three, four of us headed down to the beach--my first trip there since arriving. we walked down the path and left our shoes on a bench before rolling up our jeans and wading into the surprisingly warm water. i let the water reach my ankles and then stood there, digging my toes into the wet sand and feeling the tug of the current as it lapped at my legs. justing, sarah rob and i formed a line looking out at the blackness, where we couldn't tell where sky ended and water began. no one spoke--all just looked at the sky, the water, the beach, thinking whatever. it was one of those moments of contentment that you know you're always going to remember.
after that, we piled onto one of the lifeguard's chairs, laughing as we each sat down and discovered the condensation on the seat. much laughter ensued.
after awhile, sarah and i headed back to conn, arriving in our respective rooms around quarter after four. fun, fun night, but i yelled at my alarm clock a few hours later when it woke me up at seven...
so after "pro bono publico" saturday night, a party was held for everyone at the conference beneath the tree at the edith (this amazing little outdoor space i love). i figured i'd make an appearance, see what was going down, probably head back to conn early. ha! the booze was flowing, the bodies were dancing, and everyone was donning the candy necklaces provided. so i joined into the festivities and danced the night away. i had to say goodbye to jim, one of our critics who was only here for a week--*tear*--and then found some people i knew on the dancefloor. the theme turned into a tribute to the 1980s in all its electronic glory. we rocked out. during the one slow song of the evening--extreme's "more than words"--we were told to find a partner and act like we were at an eighth grade dance. everyone took it to the extreme--arms straight out, barely touching each other, nervous faces and gigles. it was hilarious, and my "date", justin--kept me laughing the entire time. good times...
around quarter to three, four of us headed down to the beach--my first trip there since arriving. we walked down the path and left our shoes on a bench before rolling up our jeans and wading into the surprisingly warm water. i let the water reach my ankles and then stood there, digging my toes into the wet sand and feeling the tug of the current as it lapped at my legs. justing, sarah rob and i formed a line looking out at the blackness, where we couldn't tell where sky ended and water began. no one spoke--all just looked at the sky, the water, the beach, thinking whatever. it was one of those moments of contentment that you know you're always going to remember.
after that, we piled onto one of the lifeguard's chairs, laughing as we each sat down and discovered the condensation on the seat. much laughter ensued.
after awhile, sarah and i headed back to conn, arriving in our respective rooms around quarter after four. fun, fun night, but i yelled at my alarm clock a few hours later when it woke me up at seven...
the goodspeed experience. hmm...well...interesting, to say the least.
first of all, the opera house and the area is absolutely gorgeous. the house evokes the thought of a riverboat (somewhat) and is right by the road on the banks of a river. boats everywhere, small-town feel to the area...you can just fall in love with it when you arrive. which i did.
we then went to the shear library, which is a musical theater library a little down the road. we were told that it is the largest collection of musical theater research and documentation in the country--possibly the world. there's everything--playbills, photographs, recordings, scripts, documentation about productions, some props and costumes...very impressive.
what failed to impress me, however, was the lecture we were given by the executive director of the theater. it started out as a welcome and overview, but yeah, it turned into a lecture. this guy does NOT like critics, we quickly learned. he started telling us to "not be mean" (thank you captain obvious) and, when asked about what he thought the role of a critic was, said, "honestly, i have no idea." started talking about how we were consumer reports and all that, how critics tend to lack training and lack sensitivity. "you have to know that no one sets out to make a bad show." really? ohmigod, my understanding of theater has been so wrong all this time! i thought they WANTED to make bad shows! he then went on to talk about how critics can destroy people, individual people have different responses to theater, everyone works so hard, yadda yadda yadda.
ok, first of all, we all know this. we've discussed it during our sessions, we all have thought about it well before this point. it's not as if we walked off the street and said, "hey, i want to be a critic." we acknowledge that there are bad critics out there--there are a lot of them--but we're taking the steps to become good critics. hence spending two weeks in connecticut learning about it and working on it. and who is he to say anything? just because he's executive director of a company, he has the credentials to talk about theater and we don't? he doesn't know anything about us, what backgrounds we come from. and the fact that he started telling us how tired the cast is and how the lead actor's voice is shot doesn't get me geared up for a great night of theater. if you're apologizing to a group of critics before the show even starts, perhaps you need to take a step back and think about your production.
anyway, i must review the show by tomorrow at noon, so i plan on working on that this afternoon. i'm also looking forward to finding the athletic facilities here at conn. so i can do some excercising (we have access to the excercise room--yippee!). that and i want to relax for awhile. maybe take some pictures of the o'neill when i go back for dinner. yippee!
first of all, the opera house and the area is absolutely gorgeous. the house evokes the thought of a riverboat (somewhat) and is right by the road on the banks of a river. boats everywhere, small-town feel to the area...you can just fall in love with it when you arrive. which i did.
we then went to the shear library, which is a musical theater library a little down the road. we were told that it is the largest collection of musical theater research and documentation in the country--possibly the world. there's everything--playbills, photographs, recordings, scripts, documentation about productions, some props and costumes...very impressive.
what failed to impress me, however, was the lecture we were given by the executive director of the theater. it started out as a welcome and overview, but yeah, it turned into a lecture. this guy does NOT like critics, we quickly learned. he started telling us to "not be mean" (thank you captain obvious) and, when asked about what he thought the role of a critic was, said, "honestly, i have no idea." started talking about how we were consumer reports and all that, how critics tend to lack training and lack sensitivity. "you have to know that no one sets out to make a bad show." really? ohmigod, my understanding of theater has been so wrong all this time! i thought they WANTED to make bad shows! he then went on to talk about how critics can destroy people, individual people have different responses to theater, everyone works so hard, yadda yadda yadda.
ok, first of all, we all know this. we've discussed it during our sessions, we all have thought about it well before this point. it's not as if we walked off the street and said, "hey, i want to be a critic." we acknowledge that there are bad critics out there--there are a lot of them--but we're taking the steps to become good critics. hence spending two weeks in connecticut learning about it and working on it. and who is he to say anything? just because he's executive director of a company, he has the credentials to talk about theater and we don't? he doesn't know anything about us, what backgrounds we come from. and the fact that he started telling us how tired the cast is and how the lead actor's voice is shot doesn't get me geared up for a great night of theater. if you're apologizing to a group of critics before the show even starts, perhaps you need to take a step back and think about your production.
anyway, i must review the show by tomorrow at noon, so i plan on working on that this afternoon. i'm also looking forward to finding the athletic facilities here at conn. so i can do some excercising (we have access to the excercise room--yippee!). that and i want to relax for awhile. maybe take some pictures of the o'neill when i go back for dinner. yippee!
7.21.2002
i realize that i never mentioned whether or not i was able to see daniel when i arrived. so here's a quick rundown before i dash back to conn to get ready for "babes in arms" at the goodspeed tonight (yay!):
i arrived here shortly before noon and walked up to the white house, where the critics' office is located. walking in, i saw dan (director dan, not daniel), who welcomed me and were all nice and whatnot. almost immediately, dan asked, "have you seen daniel yet? he was hoping he'd get to see you before he left, he's been asking all morning if you've arrived!" so i smile and feel all special and whatnot. then i met helene, who, upon being told i was victoria, said, "hello victoria! have you seen daniel yet? he wants to be able to see you." then i met sarah, the administrative assistant, who says hello and immediately says, "you're victoria? have you seen daniel yet?"
yay...and since it was lunchtime, dan led me to the mansion to get some food, telling me that daniel would probably swing by there, so that was the best place for me to be. we went in, got something to eat, sat down and were talking (helene and liza came as well), when helene looked over my shoulder and smiled. "there he is!"
i turned around to see the crazy guy, who got a huge grin on his face. we staged one of those really dopey reunion reactions and ran up and gave each other hugs. he was leaving in less than an hour and said it was about time i'd shown up, so we all had lunch together and had an enjoyable time. then he stole me away for a little while and we got to catch up on things, giving each other the usual hard time we always give each other. it was d.c. all over again.
i was able to give him a copy of one of our d.c. group shots, and we reminisced about the experience and he told me a bit about what the first session was like, and then i walked him to the car and he went off to the airport to head to d.c. (playwrighting workshop at the kennedy center--*sob*). when i went to my "mailbox" shortly after, i came across a slip of paper he and mark had left for me--each writing me a note on one side. his? typical daniel:
"vickie--
do you like me? (check one)
__yes
__no
__maybe"
then has all of the "you rock (spelled: U RAWK!)" and good luck wishes and whatnot. and, since i had barely arrived on the grounds and was all nervous about being here, it made me feel that much better about the experience to come.
so that's the daniel story. i sent him a wiseass email answering his question and throwing the question back at him, so i'm anticipating an equally wiseass response at some point. happiness.
i arrived here shortly before noon and walked up to the white house, where the critics' office is located. walking in, i saw dan (director dan, not daniel), who welcomed me and were all nice and whatnot. almost immediately, dan asked, "have you seen daniel yet? he was hoping he'd get to see you before he left, he's been asking all morning if you've arrived!" so i smile and feel all special and whatnot. then i met helene, who, upon being told i was victoria, said, "hello victoria! have you seen daniel yet? he wants to be able to see you." then i met sarah, the administrative assistant, who says hello and immediately says, "you're victoria? have you seen daniel yet?"
yay...and since it was lunchtime, dan led me to the mansion to get some food, telling me that daniel would probably swing by there, so that was the best place for me to be. we went in, got something to eat, sat down and were talking (helene and liza came as well), when helene looked over my shoulder and smiled. "there he is!"
i turned around to see the crazy guy, who got a huge grin on his face. we staged one of those really dopey reunion reactions and ran up and gave each other hugs. he was leaving in less than an hour and said it was about time i'd shown up, so we all had lunch together and had an enjoyable time. then he stole me away for a little while and we got to catch up on things, giving each other the usual hard time we always give each other. it was d.c. all over again.
i was able to give him a copy of one of our d.c. group shots, and we reminisced about the experience and he told me a bit about what the first session was like, and then i walked him to the car and he went off to the airport to head to d.c. (playwrighting workshop at the kennedy center--*sob*). when i went to my "mailbox" shortly after, i came across a slip of paper he and mark had left for me--each writing me a note on one side. his? typical daniel:
"vickie--
do you like me? (check one)
__yes
__no
__maybe"
then has all of the "you rock (spelled: U RAWK!)" and good luck wishes and whatnot. and, since i had barely arrived on the grounds and was all nervous about being here, it made me feel that much better about the experience to come.
so that's the daniel story. i sent him a wiseass email answering his question and throwing the question back at him, so i'm anticipating an equally wiseass response at some point. happiness.
7.18.2002
did you actually think i'd go without updating? honestly...
i'm currently at conn. college, enjoying my brief hours of free time before dinner back at the o'neill (which liza and i have dubbed the one ill theater) and a show tonight--i have no idea of what i'm seeing, all i know is that i have to write a review about it tonight and probably stay up far too late. it amazes me how relative everything becomes at this type of workshop--last night, i was estatic because i was going to be able to get five hours of sleep. i'm looking forward to sleeping in sometime in august (ack--how horrible is that to say?).
so--it's my fifth day, and i've settled into the routine with relatively few problems. my actf experiences have actually set me ahead of some of my fellow critics--i'm accustomed (relatively speaking, obviously) to the schedule: workshops in the day, show at night, review writing after the show. hell, i've been doing that twice a year for two years now. the others, on the other hand, are exhausted (not like i'm not tired, but you know what i mean) and are complaining about the grind--albeit not too loudly. meanwhile, i'm sitting here wondering where the boot camp part of "boot camp for critics" is coming in. rhiannon said she had experienced the same feelings, so i guess that for all of the disadvantages actfers have in this environment (being significantly younger than one's contemporaries, for instance), it balances out.
i'm having an extremely enjoyable experience. while i'm used to the place now, i've retained my bit of awe--the people we're working with and the things we're seeing are extraordinary. on monday, we went to the monte cristo cottage--gene's boyhood summer home and the only real home he ever knew. it was the setting for "long day's journey into night," so that alone was a neat experience--trying to imagine eugene as a child there, maryella wandering the halls and whatnot. what made the event unforgettable was reading the stage directions at the beginning of the play. we all sat in a back room and took turns reading sections out loud--and realizing that the objects described were the same as the objects around us. of course it was set up that way by the o'neill people (the house is a museum now), but nevertheless, reading about the rocking chair with the leather bottom and realizing that i was sitting in it was trippy (i made everyone laugh by rocking in it and making it creak when we came to the point at which it was mentioned).
the talent here--directors, playwrights, actors, critics, technicians--is impressive, but it's not as if people are walking around saying, "why, hello lee blessing! how is the award-winning playwright doing this morning?" it's like, "hi, lee, how's it goin'?" i was walking out of the white house yesterday afternoon when he passed by (i hadn't been introduced, so i couldn't be like, "hey, what's up, lee?" but i have said hello in passing), so i smiled and he commented on my red sneakers, telling me that he liked them. i said thanks and kept walking, then paused for a moment. lee blessing likes my shoes! lee blessing knows i have these shoes! how the hell did this happen?
i've seen three readings, two staged and one cold--the cold reading has been my favorite as of yet. i completely lost myself in the words--it's a brilliant play and i'm looking forward to seeing how it develops in the future. and of course i'm keeping all of my playbills so that i can have a list of the people i saw here--they bring in some incredible people.
i'm still giddy about the fact that i saw daphne rubin-vega perform twice. mimi from the original "rent". !!!! and that i was at the company hour during which we were addressed by a.r. gurney. so cool...
much as i want to keep going on about the experience, it'll have to wait. i must return to the dorm, take care of my sunburn (only a light shade of lobster, but to be expected--all of our sessions are outside and there's not an incredible amount of shade) and relax before dinner.
revel. revelrevel.
i'm currently at conn. college, enjoying my brief hours of free time before dinner back at the o'neill (which liza and i have dubbed the one ill theater) and a show tonight--i have no idea of what i'm seeing, all i know is that i have to write a review about it tonight and probably stay up far too late. it amazes me how relative everything becomes at this type of workshop--last night, i was estatic because i was going to be able to get five hours of sleep. i'm looking forward to sleeping in sometime in august (ack--how horrible is that to say?).
so--it's my fifth day, and i've settled into the routine with relatively few problems. my actf experiences have actually set me ahead of some of my fellow critics--i'm accustomed (relatively speaking, obviously) to the schedule: workshops in the day, show at night, review writing after the show. hell, i've been doing that twice a year for two years now. the others, on the other hand, are exhausted (not like i'm not tired, but you know what i mean) and are complaining about the grind--albeit not too loudly. meanwhile, i'm sitting here wondering where the boot camp part of "boot camp for critics" is coming in. rhiannon said she had experienced the same feelings, so i guess that for all of the disadvantages actfers have in this environment (being significantly younger than one's contemporaries, for instance), it balances out.
i'm having an extremely enjoyable experience. while i'm used to the place now, i've retained my bit of awe--the people we're working with and the things we're seeing are extraordinary. on monday, we went to the monte cristo cottage--gene's boyhood summer home and the only real home he ever knew. it was the setting for "long day's journey into night," so that alone was a neat experience--trying to imagine eugene as a child there, maryella wandering the halls and whatnot. what made the event unforgettable was reading the stage directions at the beginning of the play. we all sat in a back room and took turns reading sections out loud--and realizing that the objects described were the same as the objects around us. of course it was set up that way by the o'neill people (the house is a museum now), but nevertheless, reading about the rocking chair with the leather bottom and realizing that i was sitting in it was trippy (i made everyone laugh by rocking in it and making it creak when we came to the point at which it was mentioned).
the talent here--directors, playwrights, actors, critics, technicians--is impressive, but it's not as if people are walking around saying, "why, hello lee blessing! how is the award-winning playwright doing this morning?" it's like, "hi, lee, how's it goin'?" i was walking out of the white house yesterday afternoon when he passed by (i hadn't been introduced, so i couldn't be like, "hey, what's up, lee?" but i have said hello in passing), so i smiled and he commented on my red sneakers, telling me that he liked them. i said thanks and kept walking, then paused for a moment. lee blessing likes my shoes! lee blessing knows i have these shoes! how the hell did this happen?
i've seen three readings, two staged and one cold--the cold reading has been my favorite as of yet. i completely lost myself in the words--it's a brilliant play and i'm looking forward to seeing how it develops in the future. and of course i'm keeping all of my playbills so that i can have a list of the people i saw here--they bring in some incredible people.
i'm still giddy about the fact that i saw daphne rubin-vega perform twice. mimi from the original "rent". !!!! and that i was at the company hour during which we were addressed by a.r. gurney. so cool...
much as i want to keep going on about the experience, it'll have to wait. i must return to the dorm, take care of my sunburn (only a light shade of lobster, but to be expected--all of our sessions are outside and there's not an incredible amount of shade) and relax before dinner.
revel. revelrevel.
7.12.2002
so i've finally figured out my schedule for the next couple of weeks:
i leave in the morning for boston with becca, spending the night at michelle's and seeing averi at paradise, returning to vermont saturday. sunday i head to connecticut for the o'neill, where i will be until the 27th, at which point i return to vermont. the time at home is short-lived, however, as i head to saratoga springs to see dmb at spac on the 29th and then hit the open road again, this time with my father, for a trip to d.c. because i have my interview with patrick's people on the 31st, after which we return to vermont and my future could be completely up in the air.
oy. so really i won't be readily available to anyone or anything until august 1, but, knowing me, i'll find a computer with internet access between now and then.
i leave in the morning for boston with becca, spending the night at michelle's and seeing averi at paradise, returning to vermont saturday. sunday i head to connecticut for the o'neill, where i will be until the 27th, at which point i return to vermont. the time at home is short-lived, however, as i head to saratoga springs to see dmb at spac on the 29th and then hit the open road again, this time with my father, for a trip to d.c. because i have my interview with patrick's people on the 31st, after which we return to vermont and my future could be completely up in the air.
oy. so really i won't be readily available to anyone or anything until august 1, but, knowing me, i'll find a computer with internet access between now and then.
7.09.2002
alright, maybe this is something that my fellow recent smc grads will understand. i hope, anyway...
i watched the final real world: chicago tonight. and, triggered by something becca had mentioned, i was surprisingly emotional watching it. not that the real worlders have such an emotional control of my heartstrings or anything, but this particular season was the last of many i enjoyed in college. this was spring semester of senior year. sometimes i'd go over to becca's to watch the show (particularly after my internship was over), other times i'd enjoy it with bethy and michelle at home. regardless of the exact details of each episode, the fact remains that it was a part of my final months of school. and when the last original episode ended tonight, so did one of the last things that i can associate with college. and facing that was actually pretty rough.
granted, i can be extraordinarily sensitive--a complete sap at times. but i definitely cried after the show. what a dope am i...
we had a corporation visit today--we knew it was coming, so it wasn't a surprise or anything, but i was still a bit nervous. i was in charge of the shift last night and making sure everything looked decent, so i knew i had a big responsibility, in addition to working dt while rory was there today. so i did my best to step it up a notch. and we did a great job. i was psyched.
so psyched, in fact, that i went running when i got home. it was a good start--not an incredible distance, by any means, but the important thing is that i went. and i'm going tomorrow. and i'm going to keep going. my muscles are tired, i know i'll be a bit sore tomorrow, but i feel absolutely incredible and i want to keep this going.
and the latest in the o'neill saga: i had information saying i could get to ct. after three on saturday. so that's what i've been shooting for. that's what i told rhiannon and daniel. now i'm being told i have to be there before four on sunday. well, after three on saturday IS before four on sunday, technically...and i certainly did not appreciate the cold nature of the email i received. yet i doubt they would relate to my argument that i need to be there so i can see a friend before she leaves and party like a rock star that night with an adorable guy...
AURGH.
i watched the final real world: chicago tonight. and, triggered by something becca had mentioned, i was surprisingly emotional watching it. not that the real worlders have such an emotional control of my heartstrings or anything, but this particular season was the last of many i enjoyed in college. this was spring semester of senior year. sometimes i'd go over to becca's to watch the show (particularly after my internship was over), other times i'd enjoy it with bethy and michelle at home. regardless of the exact details of each episode, the fact remains that it was a part of my final months of school. and when the last original episode ended tonight, so did one of the last things that i can associate with college. and facing that was actually pretty rough.
granted, i can be extraordinarily sensitive--a complete sap at times. but i definitely cried after the show. what a dope am i...
we had a corporation visit today--we knew it was coming, so it wasn't a surprise or anything, but i was still a bit nervous. i was in charge of the shift last night and making sure everything looked decent, so i knew i had a big responsibility, in addition to working dt while rory was there today. so i did my best to step it up a notch. and we did a great job. i was psyched.
so psyched, in fact, that i went running when i got home. it was a good start--not an incredible distance, by any means, but the important thing is that i went. and i'm going tomorrow. and i'm going to keep going. my muscles are tired, i know i'll be a bit sore tomorrow, but i feel absolutely incredible and i want to keep this going.
and the latest in the o'neill saga: i had information saying i could get to ct. after three on saturday. so that's what i've been shooting for. that's what i told rhiannon and daniel. now i'm being told i have to be there before four on sunday. well, after three on saturday IS before four on sunday, technically...and i certainly did not appreciate the cold nature of the email i received. yet i doubt they would relate to my argument that i need to be there so i can see a friend before she leaves and party like a rock star that night with an adorable guy...
AURGH.
today was an example of the "best of times, worst of times" rollercoaster of emotions. only starting with the worst. feeling drained of all energy and sense of reason, i was losing it emotionally at work (i'd have lost it physically as well, but i had no real ability to lose anything physically today--no energy). i was just a wreck for no reason at all. it is a rare occasion when i am such a jumble of emotions.
but i got through it and made it home, where i had email from paul awaiting me (i had emailed him asking him to be a reference, besides just wanting to say hello and see how he was doing), and his cheerful words brought my ego up a few points (which says quite a bit, as it was in near-record-lows all day). feeling somewhat energized and motivated, i am now engaging on a search for my old soccer cleats, as i have every intention of working my 11-7 shift and, on the way home, stopping by the high school to do some running on the soccer field. i've been all about this general health upgrade and feel that it's time to take it to the next level.
after i finished my last soccer game in high school, i never imagined i'd be eagerly anticipating the idea of running ucla's and hill sprints...
but i got through it and made it home, where i had email from paul awaiting me (i had emailed him asking him to be a reference, besides just wanting to say hello and see how he was doing), and his cheerful words brought my ego up a few points (which says quite a bit, as it was in near-record-lows all day). feeling somewhat energized and motivated, i am now engaging on a search for my old soccer cleats, as i have every intention of working my 11-7 shift and, on the way home, stopping by the high school to do some running on the soccer field. i've been all about this general health upgrade and feel that it's time to take it to the next level.
after i finished my last soccer game in high school, i never imagined i'd be eagerly anticipating the idea of running ucla's and hill sprints...
7.08.2002
at work today, i was struck by the haze in the air...turns out it's not haze. it's actually smoke. debi commented on how the moon was orange--but i pointed out to her that it was actually the sun--visible clearly through all the smoke. is this like how the smog in l.a. is, i wonder?
7.07.2002
7.06.2002
came home from work to a message on the table to call rhiannon so, naturally, i did. had a chance to talk to her and daniel (turns out all three of the other dc crew are at first session). the o'neill sounds like it's going to be a lot of fun. i'm already incredibly impressed by the people who are there.
so my plan is to get to waterford early saturday afternoon, which means i'll get to spend at least a few hours with rhiannon. daniel doesn't leave until sunday, so i'll get to see him regardless, but there are plans to party like rock stars saturday night. and then two weeks of theater...it's going to be a blast.
attempting to describe a band to someone is a thoroughly daunting task, might i add. daniel asked what kind of sound averi had and, by the time i was finished trying to describe it (rather poorly, i think), he thought i was describing a "hippie jam band." averi? hmm...not so much. but it's not like i can say, "well, they sound like...averi," or just say, "they're good." i'm sending rhiannon a copy of my averi cd, so daniel can hear them then and realize just how un-hippie-jam-band-esque they are.
it was so good to hear both of their voices tonight...i've missed the dc gang.
so my plan is to get to waterford early saturday afternoon, which means i'll get to spend at least a few hours with rhiannon. daniel doesn't leave until sunday, so i'll get to see him regardless, but there are plans to party like rock stars saturday night. and then two weeks of theater...it's going to be a blast.
attempting to describe a band to someone is a thoroughly daunting task, might i add. daniel asked what kind of sound averi had and, by the time i was finished trying to describe it (rather poorly, i think), he thought i was describing a "hippie jam band." averi? hmm...not so much. but it's not like i can say, "well, they sound like...averi," or just say, "they're good." i'm sending rhiannon a copy of my averi cd, so daniel can hear them then and realize just how un-hippie-jam-band-esque they are.
it was so good to hear both of their voices tonight...i've missed the dc gang.
7.04.2002
"let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together."
"i've got some real estate here in my bag."
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and mrs. wagner pies
and we walked off to look for america
"kathy," i said as we boarded a greyhound in pittsburgh
"michigan seems like a dream to me now"
it took me four days to hitchhike from saginaw
i've gone to look for america
laughing on the bus
playing games with the faces
she said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
i said "be careful his bowtie is really a camera"
"toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat"
"we smoked the last one an hour ago"
so i looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
and the moon rose over an open field
"kathy, i'm lost," i said, though i knew she was sleeping
i'm empty and aching and i don't know why
counting the cars on the new jersey turnpike
they've all gone to look for america
all gone to look for america
all gone to look for america
"i've got some real estate here in my bag."
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and mrs. wagner pies
and we walked off to look for america
"kathy," i said as we boarded a greyhound in pittsburgh
"michigan seems like a dream to me now"
it took me four days to hitchhike from saginaw
i've gone to look for america
laughing on the bus
playing games with the faces
she said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
i said "be careful his bowtie is really a camera"
"toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat"
"we smoked the last one an hour ago"
so i looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
and the moon rose over an open field
"kathy, i'm lost," i said, though i knew she was sleeping
i'm empty and aching and i don't know why
counting the cars on the new jersey turnpike
they've all gone to look for america
all gone to look for america
all gone to look for america
7.03.2002
7.02.2002
i should, with all luck, have in my posession, within seven to ten days, my very own, brand-spanking-new, 7.1-pound, black-and-silver-case, dvd-included laptop computer.
happy, happy me.
so, a quick update. dave matthews band tickets are being purchased tonight. the rest of my outfit for The Big Job Interview will be purchased tonight. the much-lusted-after and much-needed pair of sandals (to replace the ones that died) will be purchased tonight. i figure the sandals are, besides being lusted after and much-needed, well-deserved after the day i worked today and considering that i'm pulling overtime this week. the fact that i still fit into a children's size sandal (therefore saving me at least ten dollars) doesn't hurt either.
so, all in all, a very happy victoria.
furthermore, i request and recommend that people participate in this, courtesy of the averi mailing list:
Beginning July 3rd @ 6 p.m. CST (that means 7 p.m. if you're somewhere 'round Boston like us) Averi will be participating in a Jim Beam/Rolling Stone Band Search contest in which they were pre-selected out of hundreds of bands for, and will be up against four or five other bands in this round. There's a couple different rounds of this, but your vote would be greatly appreciated (there's all sorts of prizes and opportunities if we take this thing), and you can only cast your vote ONCE.
Here's the link
The voting ends July 10th at 6 p.m. CST.
(if you go the link above prior to the contest start time, you will not be able to find info on Averi just yet, simply wait til 6 p.m. CST on July 3 to rock it)
happy, happy me.
so, a quick update. dave matthews band tickets are being purchased tonight. the rest of my outfit for The Big Job Interview will be purchased tonight. the much-lusted-after and much-needed pair of sandals (to replace the ones that died) will be purchased tonight. i figure the sandals are, besides being lusted after and much-needed, well-deserved after the day i worked today and considering that i'm pulling overtime this week. the fact that i still fit into a children's size sandal (therefore saving me at least ten dollars) doesn't hurt either.
so, all in all, a very happy victoria.
furthermore, i request and recommend that people participate in this, courtesy of the averi mailing list:
Beginning July 3rd @ 6 p.m. CST (that means 7 p.m. if you're somewhere 'round Boston like us) Averi will be participating in a Jim Beam/Rolling Stone Band Search contest in which they were pre-selected out of hundreds of bands for, and will be up against four or five other bands in this round. There's a couple different rounds of this, but your vote would be greatly appreciated (there's all sorts of prizes and opportunities if we take this thing), and you can only cast your vote ONCE.
Here's the link
The voting ends July 10th at 6 p.m. CST.
(if you go the link above prior to the contest start time, you will not be able to find info on Averi just yet, simply wait til 6 p.m. CST on July 3 to rock it)
7.01.2002
found a mayer interview.
I tend to think that, after hearing Room for Squares, that just me and acoustic guitar is a little boring sometimes.
if that's boring, i'll take boring any day.
check out the interview...he talks about rufus (*sigh*), and provides the funniest, somewhat disturbing mayer quote i've ever seen or heard.
Interviewer: And Rufus is someone else you want more people to listen to?
John: Yes, but then also at the same time, I'm like…
Matt [Johnson, drummer]: Don't listen to…if you're only going to buy one record, I mean, you've gotta buy John Mayer's record, not Rufus's record.
John: If you like ejaculating into books, then I guess Rufus Wainwright is a little more [for your taste] and if you like, kind of ejaculating on yourself…
Matt: Your record.
John: Right.
Interviewer: That's going to be the big quote in like, 14 font.
John: 'I'm going to ejaculate…' 14? 72, motherfucker! (Menacing voice) 'I ejaculate into books and return them late. John Mayer.'
Interviewer: Something new to ponder.
John: That's a lyric. That's a lyric. I'm going to make that a lyric.
i'm frightened even thinking about how this will show up in the search engines and who finds my site through the key words of "ejaculation" or "motherfucker"...c'est la vie. :)
I tend to think that, after hearing Room for Squares, that just me and acoustic guitar is a little boring sometimes.
if that's boring, i'll take boring any day.
check out the interview...he talks about rufus (*sigh*), and provides the funniest, somewhat disturbing mayer quote i've ever seen or heard.
Interviewer: And Rufus is someone else you want more people to listen to?
John: Yes, but then also at the same time, I'm like…
Matt [Johnson, drummer]: Don't listen to…if you're only going to buy one record, I mean, you've gotta buy John Mayer's record, not Rufus's record.
John: If you like ejaculating into books, then I guess Rufus Wainwright is a little more [for your taste] and if you like, kind of ejaculating on yourself…
Matt: Your record.
John: Right.
Interviewer: That's going to be the big quote in like, 14 font.
John: 'I'm going to ejaculate…' 14? 72, motherfucker! (Menacing voice) 'I ejaculate into books and return them late. John Mayer.'
Interviewer: Something new to ponder.
John: That's a lyric. That's a lyric. I'm going to make that a lyric.
i'm frightened even thinking about how this will show up in the search engines and who finds my site through the key words of "ejaculation" or "motherfucker"...c'est la vie. :)
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