Good 'Ole Eleanor

I know... I know... everyone and their great-aunt-once-removed loves Eleanor Roosevelt quotes. But I've been living by one lately that seems to be a necessary rule of thumb for anyone going into this field of insanity civilized people call "the arts." It is so easy to get bogged down by fear. But good 'ole Eleanor will see me through:

"Do one thing every day that scares you." Eleanor Roosevelt.

Love,

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I'M BACK, FOLKS!

I’ve been getting settled in here in the Big Apple, which, yes indeed, has taken some time. But, now that I’ve got a couple day jobs and a place to call my own I feel that it is FINALLY time for me to jump back into this thing.

So, when you play the character of Time… it can mess with your head. In UE’s The Winter’s Tale last spring “Father Time” became more of a “Big Mama Time” a la Cole McCarty’s fabulous vision, and I had the distinct privilege of playing that hot know-it-all. Now, I did a lot of thinking about this part (a good thing and a bad thing to an extent) but I settled into the whole idea of Time as a continuum that is both ethereal and earthy, stationary and fleeting, naughty and nice, etc. etc. (I know it’s not original, but it helped me wrap my mind around the whole thing)

WELL. After all that thinking about Time that I did in my final semester of college… you would THINK that I would be able to handle the ridiculous shift in my perspective of it.

Negative. This adulthood thing has hit me like a ton of bricks. Up until we head out on our own time has been measured in increments of singular years, during which it is pretty obvious what you need to accomplish to be successful. Run for student government. Learn stuff in your classes. Make lots of friends. Have more that 1500 tagged photos of you on facebook (maybe that’s just me). 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, freshman, sophomore, junior, senior. We have a structure to lean on. Some constant institution, like a school or something, to keep us comfortable.

Whelp… don’t have that anymore… And now, some days it just kind of feels like I’m floating around day to day hoping to make a right career move here… needing to make $$$ there. And no one can prepare you for that upheaval. I’m sure it’s just one of those things you get used to… BUT IT’S HARD. Just so ya know. Here's a picture:

In other news, I’ve been working on a production called Something Outrageous at the 45th Street Theatre which is a compilation of several sketch comedy scenes. We had ‘em rollin in the floor laughing last weekend and I can’t wait to perform it for the last time, tonight! Also, I really like the people I work with at THE RIDE. If you haven’t checked it out go to www.experiencetheride.com and see who is providing the bacon (or facon for the vegetarians) for me to bring home.

HERE’S TO JUMPING BACK ON THE BLOG BANDWAGON! yeehaw. ruff rider.

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A Quick Update

Just a quick update with what's going on in my life.

With 7 performances left of Lincoln: Upon the Altar of Freedom I'm getting ready to say goodbye to Evansville for quite some time. Weird. It's bizarre how four years of living somewhere will sneak up on you and make a smelly midwest town feel a little bit like home. But like good 'ole Abe says, "We must always keep moving on."

Then I'm going to be on a whirlwind tour to South Carolina for four days of rest then I'm packing my suitcase (that I'm going to have to pay that airline for... grumble) and I'm off to NYC on the 13th. I will be living with the fabulous Ashlee Springer and Steven Manuel and apartment searching with the lovely Meredith Wood. Hoorah Hoorah! So... if you're in NYC, call me!

Anyway... I'm just getting all nostalgic about moving on and peacing out and jumping into something totally new, and I keep thinking back to Into the Woods. The quote in the finale "So... into the woods you go again, you have to every now and then. Into the woods, no telling when; be ready for the journey. Into the woods, but not too fast or what you wish wish, you lose at last. Into the woods, but mind the past. Into the woods, but mind the future." Yup.



Laterrrrr,
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Deconstructing Disney: Part Deux

Taylor shared this on my facebook wall. It's hilarious.

Homo-cidal Maniacs


Laterrr,
SC

Civil War Women

Since the beginning of the summer I've been working on this project off and on and really need to buckle down and get something on paper. I figure by informing my public of this (all 23 of my followers... haha) it will hold me accountable in some way, shape, or form.

SO. In early June I was hanging out at the library (like I do) and doing some research on Sally Bush Johnston (Abraham Lincoln's HOT stepmother, who I'm playing this summer) and I stumbled upon (like literally stumbled upon, not using the newfangled internet time waster which has kept me entertained many-a-day here in southern Indiana: stumbleupon.com) this book called They Fought Like Demons.

They Fought Like Demons presents the stories of women who fought in the Union and Confederate armies during the Civil War. I WAS BAFFLED. I had never even thought of women in the military before the second half of the 20th century (Although women could legally be employed by the armed services in 1948 after President Truman passed the Women's Armed Services Integration Act, it wasn't until 1992 that it became legal in the US military for women to be pilots for on navy and air force planes, 1993 is when women were legally able to serve on combatant ships, and 1994 is when women were able to join ground-combat forces)

These women risked everything by dressing like men and running into combat. Each of the 500+ women had their reasons for joining the war; reasons which were rarely documented and mostly hear-say from friends and relatives, which is what interests me. What were these women thinking? Was it the only way for them to escape the social constraints put on their sex in the Victorian era? Was it a monetary? (You could make a lot more $$$ enlisting in the military than being a domestic servant, which is what most single women of the time worked as) Was the military heroine a romanticized idea from stories read to them as children?

The stories are phenomenal and have rarely been told, so I'm working on writing a play-type-thing that somehow tells their story. The details are few and far between right now but I'm excited about it. Yup.

In other news, we only have 18 performances left of Lincoln: Upon the Altar of Freedom.

Byez!
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Go Away Jay-Z... Empire State of Mind

Dear Alica Keys,

Don't let Jay-Z mess up another one of your songs.

Sincerely,
Sally Cade Holmes

It's official...

True Blood's Pam is my hero.

Oh, and I bought my one-way ticket to NYC for August 13! Yes, that's a Friday the 13th, which my mother pointed out after twas purchased... oh well! See y'all in the city soon!

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