tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130038102011-11-10T01:14:21.507-07:00Deranged = Upset, Disturbed, Insane. : Rambling = To speak or write at length and with many digressions. : Deranged Rambling = A semi-regular product of the mind of a 30-year old American man living in a material world.Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.comBlogger1701100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-5138266958248795162011-08-16T08:48:00.003-06:002011-08-16T09:41:56.058-06:00

Every now and then I get e-mailed a random survey to fill out, which usually takes only a few minutes. The one I got today wanted me to actually write something down in answer to almost every question, which I thought was annoying. I was having a bad day at work too. So here's what they got: We are interested in your feedback on an innovative new product. Introducing PERFECT MEATLOAF - Tender,

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So I'm nearing the end of this little experiment and I have learned a few things!First, quitting video games was surprisingly easy. I always used to say "I can quit any time I want!" which sounded hauntingly like an addict's cliche. But it turned out to be true. Perhaps my addiction was not as bad as I feared - and learning that, if nothing else, was a great result from this experiment!Second,

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It's been a week fraught with emotions. I've felt like an unhinged person, all over the place. One minute I'm happier than I've ever been before, and the next I'm full of angst and crying over nothing.It took a while before I connected this behavior to my lack of video games this month. It's almost like playing games was the thing that allowed me to hide from stuff, to self-medicate into a state

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-48604717305351447802011-06-01T15:10:00.002-06:002011-06-01T16:05:14.824-06:00

I had my first dream about video games last night.Quite revealingly, in the dream I had a vague sense of uneasiness and guilt about playing and kept saying "Just a few more minutes!" to some companion whose face I do not now remember. I woke up and laughed, but felt a little uneasy. My resolve has still been strong, but there has been some temptation, usually in a quiet moment when I'm not sure

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-73520962564552828422011-05-28T17:55:00.003-06:002011-05-29T12:05:23.844-06:00

My name is Matt. I am thirty years old, and I am a video game addict.To be fair, I doubt I currently play games more often than the average American watches TV and movies, and certainly there have been many times in my life when I was playing even more than I am now. But that doesn't change the fact that what I always thought of as an entertaining pastime and a fun hobby has actually been

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Upper West Side Mom: I would like to schedule a make-up class for my son.Me: Ok, great! Is there any particular day or time that would work best for you?UWS Mom: Oh, anytime really. Me: Ok, let me look at our schedule. How about tomorrow afternoon at 4:00pm?UWS Mom: No, Wednesday's don't work. Me: Huh. Okay.... It looks like there's a Friday at 12:45pm.UWS Mom: Actually it really needs to be in

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-10124177791241065522010-05-13T12:58:00.003-06:002010-05-13T14:07:38.653-06:00

I have the unique opportunity to observe innocence every day. It appears to me in the form of wide-eyed and playful three and four year olds prancing around my office having fun. Sometimes they just sing softly to themselves, lost in their own fantasy world. Sometimes they explode into what, if replicated by an adult, would appear to be a psychotic breakdown. All of this is for the most part

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-62907297015273554432010-05-11T15:15:00.000-06:002010-05-11T15:16:02.321-06:00

Given that my very first blog post ever (recently discovered by archeologists and dated circa 2005) was a reflection on my 24th birthday, it seems somehow appropriate that I return to the blog briefly to record my thoughts about having survived yet another year. Today I am 29, which sounds like a respectable, mature age in which one can really be taken seriously as a proper adult who has his act

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-7198938920541342342009-12-03T14:14:00.002-07:002009-12-03T14:38:18.379-07:00

I’m no child psychologist, but I do work in an office where an endless string of kids parade in and out, allowing me ample opportunity to observe behavior. We also have a big TV here playing cartoons half the day, which gives me a chance to glimpse commercials for children’s toys. I’m noticing a particular trend, which may be obvious but I’m only now really beginning to appreciate.There is a

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Once upon a time there lived a little princess who was very beautiful. She was so gentle and kind and gracious that she almost glowed. Everyone who saw her smiled and felt happier, and almost everybody loved her. The people of the kingdom loved her. The men and women who worked in the castle loved her. The knights and the soldiers and even the visitors from far away lands loved her. The king, her

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-43634310714232876452009-11-02T12:41:00.005-07:002009-11-02T12:59:10.186-07:00

Once upon a time there was a little boy who loved to wander. He would wander over the hills beyond the edge of the town, past the fields where the farmers were sweating under the sun, right to the edge of the mysterious forest. The little boy loved the sight of the forest, so green and dark. There were many adventures in there, the boy thought. There was magic and love and glory. He would walk

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-16690942691822183032009-03-02T16:23:00.005-07:002009-03-02T17:12:18.798-07:00

The other day somebody suggested that the role of art during difficult times such as these is simply to be entertaining. During a recession, people don't want to consider weighty or grave matters, or to be confronted with intellectually or ethically challenging questions. They just want see a happy story with singing and dancing and forget about their troubles for a while. I understand where this

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-73489841653209682522009-02-25T16:00:00.002-07:002009-02-25T16:04:36.163-07:00

"An aesthetic education, which humanizes people, is far more important even for politicians than an economic education, which does the opposite."--From "The English Renaissance of Art"

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I always knew I'd be back one day, blog. I know I've been unfaithful to you, spending my time and energy on whatever mindless pursuits came my way, but deep down I knew that you were the only love for me. And so here I am. Begging you to take me back.I promise to post on you more often. I promise to make those posts interesting, passionate, relevant. I promise to make you readable again. Can you

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-46481599434113732012008-07-22T14:17:00.002-06:002008-07-22T14:18:56.551-06:00

A short but violent storm hit here yesterday, and while I was largely unaware of it in my dark little cubicle, it wreaked a bit of carnage outside. On the way home from work, I came to a very busy intersection of two major roads where the traffic lights had very recently gone out and there was not yet an officer on the scene to impose order. Behind my anxiety and eager desire to get home, I found

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-52705172035637250762008-07-11T15:59:00.004-06:002008-07-11T16:02:40.232-06:00

One grows accustomed to all surroundings, of course, but on the first day my fresh eye was drawn to the foreign, the strange, the slightly off – so that by lunchtime on Monday I felt unsettled by the nagging feeling that something was decidedly odd about my new place of temporary employment. It looked nice at first - high ceilings, marble floor in the lobby, ultramodern flourescent lighting, but

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-14098062606356242692008-06-07T13:20:00.004-06:002008-06-07T13:28:44.209-06:00

When I lived in Utah, I thought that I couldn’t wait to leave. I wanted to quit the state like a bad job, and leave the entire place behind me. Sure, I had many friends and loved ones who I would leave behind, but I was unsatisfied and restless and found myself growing more irritated with the land where I finally discovered what it was like to call one place home. I think, in retrospect, that it

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-76288177074061546902008-04-08T11:28:00.007-06:002008-12-09T10:54:02.723-07:00

As I mentioned briefly in my last post, I had the distinct opportunity to create a solo performance and bring it to life. Here are some pictures from my show, "David & Jonathan":

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My, this blog is certainly dusty. Anybody here? Hello? I really need to clean this place up. Maybe a change of curtains and a loveseat in the corner would make me want to be around the blog more often. We are nearing the end of my second year of graduate school, and hasn't the time just flown by. I played Romeo, wrote and performed a one-man show, and now I'm in a play set in 17th century France

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-65002639194348103242008-02-01T11:46:00.001-07:002008-02-01T11:59:23.329-07:00

So I actually found myself with a little free time today, and thought I would put something up here for anybody curious about what I am up to lately.It's a very busy semester! I'm in the process of rehearsing Romeo and Juliet, which has been taking up the bulk of my time. We open on February 22nd or something, and are running alternately with a production of the Tempest in the same space. Playing

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-26238639546865816252007-12-17T14:20:00.001-07:002007-12-17T14:21:28.975-07:00

If you're in Utah, and it feels a little colder this evening than usual, there's a reason.I'm coming back. I'm home from tomorrow until the 7th of January. If anybody reading this is in the Provo/Orem area this Christmas, give me a ring!

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-39381859620066317712007-11-28T16:39:00.001-07:002008-12-09T10:54:04.667-07:00

Hello. Still alive here. Been really busy. I offer these pictures as proof. They show you a glimpse of the insanity that was "Oh, What a Lovely War." Here are some more pictures of stuff I did in class, first from our clown workshop, then from our rockstar imitations in which I performed as Axl Rose from Guns 'N Roses. Enjoy. (I promise most of what I do in grad school doesn't seem quite as

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-84265374589488123082007-09-15T09:05:00.000-06:002007-09-15T09:09:30.346-06:00

Not for the faint of heart, the trailer for my new show:I've never been so proud of my work.

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-58093052347526301692007-09-04T22:33:00.000-06:002008-12-09T10:54:04.845-07:00

Dog Sees God: Confessions of a Teenage Blockhead

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-31933026663439728922007-08-14T10:43:00.000-06:002008-12-09T10:54:05.870-07:00

Yeah I know I'm a lazy bum. My blog has received no love in the last couple of months, and I think I can now safely say that the only time I'll be able to post anything on here is when I have pictures to show you of the various plays I'm involved in. I just finished up an independent summer project with some other grad students called "Funeral Wedding: The Alvin Play." I played an imaginary clown

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-5832474047761656922007-06-15T15:48:00.000-06:002008-12-09T10:54:06.845-07:00

Matt Dyes His Hair to Drop Dead Sexy Blonde:Matt Rocks Out In Early Rehearsals of "Hedwig" - The audio is a bit lacking on these videos. Sounds much better in real life!

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-25180104424237812292007-06-01T21:18:00.001-06:002007-06-01T21:18:58.231-06:00

"The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost."-- the fortune cookie that changed my life

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Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-73340122875078572602007-04-29T23:12:00.000-06:002007-04-29T23:14:16.270-06:00

Are here. Enjoy!

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It is to be all made of sighs and tears; It is to be all made of faith and service; It is to be all made of fantasy, All made of passion and all made of wishes, All adoration, duty, and observance, All humbleness, all patience and impatience, All purity, all

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-88973976442678964432007-04-05T15:03:00.000-06:002007-04-05T15:33:39.574-06:00

This is just for me, so I always have a reminder: "The rhythm of life in modern civilization is characterized by pace, tension, a feeling of doom, the wish to hide our personal motives and the assumption of a variety of roles and masks in life (different ones with our family, at work, amongst friends or in community life, etc.) We like to be "scientific" by which we mean discursive and cerebral,

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-44897417846848152512007-03-31T16:24:00.000-06:002008-12-09T10:54:07.001-07:00

Upon reflection with my friends Michael and Liesl Downey that the last Harry Potter book ("Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows") has a rather disappointing name:Harry Potter and the ApocalypseHarry Potter and the Bearded Lizard.... DragonHarry Potter and the Tumbly Wumbly SnazzleberryHarry Potter and BoobsHarry Potter BOOZE!Harry Potter and the Itemized Deduction Form 7-BHarry Potter and a Pound

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-87348438386818392052007-03-27T19:47:00.000-06:002008-12-09T10:54:07.508-07:00

You know those times where you ever sit and think, "Man, everybody I know really sucks. Someplace somewhere there has got to be somebody so completely awesome that it literally would blow my socks off and make milk come out my nose just to be near him." Yeah, I hear you. We all feel that way sometimes. Well, not me. I know that guy. He's my best friend.He is a man of many names. Master of a

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-73202344783954094372007-03-17T20:01:00.000-06:002007-03-18T08:32:39.271-06:00

My stories from this spring break are too numerous to tell here. I'll not bother to explain how I found myself stuck in Atlanta, Georgia for longer than anticipated, or tell you about bleeding all over myself some thirty thousand feet above what I think must have been Pennsylvania, or about how I wound up mostly naked in the back of a rented mini-van somewhere in New Jersey. These are all stories

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-10264247418685054672007-03-05T21:28:00.000-07:002008-12-09T10:54:10.450-07:00

Here's some pictures from my latest production, Twelfth Night. You can see more here .

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-62802350675887138112007-01-22T21:09:00.000-07:002007-01-22T21:17:19.321-07:00

This is for those people who ask me "How is grad school going?" Well, here's the clearest and most detailed answer I have so far:"This letter is to summarize our December discussion regarding your work in your first semester. It includes comments from all of your major professors and comments from the MFA faculty meeting that took place at the end of the fall semester.The faculty agreed that

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-40647917409320204152006-12-19T14:05:00.000-07:002006-12-29T17:22:13.033-07:00

I like to travel. I like airports. Mind you, I wouldn't want to do it everyday, but every now and then its pretty fun. I travelled to the Columbia Airport with my friend Ian, who was flying home to New York. We chatted a bit in the waiting area until it was time to board my flight. I didn't really speak to anyone again until my brother picked me up in Salt Lake. But I watched everybody, and I

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-1165593579416383652006-12-08T08:48:00.000-07:002006-12-08T08:59:39.516-07:00

The following is an excerpt from a paper for one of my courses, detailing the essence of my progress this first semester. It is applied specifically to the art of acting, so you actors out there may find it especially interesting, but the heart of it is pretty good stuff thats useful in almost anything if you are interested, and frankly I can understand if you didn't want to read some boring

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-1165363622862586462006-12-05T17:05:00.000-07:002006-12-05T17:07:02.883-07:00

Attention everybody. I will be returning to Utah to celebrate the holidays on the 18th of December, and I will be staying until the 8th of January. Prepare yourselves, for I am coming.That is all.

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-1164649976748321012006-11-27T10:33:00.000-07:002006-11-30T07:18:49.040-07:00

Well the Thanksgiving break is over already. This year marked the first celebration of the holiday in many years in which I was not with my extended family in Utah enjoying Grandma's celebrated home-style cooking, but I was able to make it enjoyable none the less. Yes, the day is all about family, but what is so great about the holiday (and what makes it perhaps my favorite of all holidays) is

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-1164240993942258742006-11-22T16:42:00.000-07:002006-11-25T08:25:48.213-07:00

It is a truth universally acknowledged that the forces of Fate are combined for one ultimate purpose: to defeat and destroy me. That may be dramatic and illogical, but it does give me a sense of importance I would otherwise lack; and, as I've said before, it is easier to accept cosmic enmity than cosmic apathy. Not too long ago I was riding on a new surge of confidence after a highly successful

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-1163803685845340912006-11-17T15:38:00.000-07:002006-11-17T15:48:05.863-07:00

So the story goes like this:I am sleeping, snuggled up comfortably on my inflatable single bed, dreaming of peaceful shores and relaxing breezes. I feel a delightful tickle on the back of my neck, like a cool breeze on a summer's day. I feel refreshed and peaceful. The tickle then moves to the front of my neck, on my chin, and then on to my face. It is at this moment the realization pierces

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-1163569036477853182006-11-14T22:35:00.000-07:002006-11-14T22:37:16.510-07:00

Check out the production photos from "Good Person of Setzuan" and you'll get an idea of the craziness that has been my life for the last two months. Points for you if you can recognize me in any of the pictures!Production Photos

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Yesterday I had a great day! I've been having a very rough couple of weeks where I have been greatly depressed about a great number of things, including my acting ability. I have this recurring nightmare that I actually suck and nobody is brave enough to tell me. Well, I received the perfect confirmation that I am exactly where I'm supposed to be yesterday, when I went to some screening auditions

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-1162270803786967182006-10-30T15:46:00.000-07:002006-10-30T22:00:03.940-07:00

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-1161985760195631742006-10-27T15:37:00.002-06:002006-10-27T20:09:23.426-06:00

Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists?And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists?And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air?Oh they're taking him to prison for the colour of his hair. 'Tis a shame to human nature, such a head of hair as his;In the good old time 'twas hanging for the colour that it is;Though hanging isn't bad enough and

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-1161614041735203382006-10-23T08:33:00.000-06:002006-10-23T08:34:01.756-06:00

I got my hair cut today, and I had them chop it all off. I have less than an inch left. I look like a jerk without any hair. I thought it was appropriate.

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I've come to the rather surprising conclusion that I'd rather be the one who is hurt, rather than one who causes the hurt in others. At least then you have somebody else to blame for the pain you feel inside.

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-1161091276292970012006-10-17T07:16:00.000-06:002006-10-17T07:21:16.310-06:00

Those of you I've talked to a bit have heard that the play I'm currently in here is a bit.... unusual. Here's the only publicity photo I could get my hands on, and even though I only have a very small part they used me in the photos. Yes, thats me on the far right, sneakily stealing some rice from Brian's bowl. The whole cast will be in white face for the show. Should be interesting. I've done

Matt Hawshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01356462890308945805noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13003810.post-1159742521479884562006-10-01T15:58:00.000-06:002006-10-01T16:42:01.856-06:00

At last, picture proof of my adventures in South Carolina!This is a shot of the very first day we all met each other, in the Longstreet Theater, where the department offices are located. Here's a good shot of the whole group (minus a few), when we went to Frankie's Fun Park to celebrate Actor Jock's birthday. (That's AJ himself sitting on the rail on the left there)We had a lot of fun last

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And the work goes on! Here’s a few tidbits from my day today, which may give you a good sense of the experience I’m having in general. This morning I taught my acting class, which involved watching a couple students perform scenes in which they were to tell us a story, communicating clearly WHO they are, WHERE they are, WHAT they are doing, and WHEN it all takes places, simply by performing

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Ok, so you really can't blame me for not posting more often on my blog. For one thing, I'm not sitting in front of a computer for eight hours a day with only about two hours worth of work to do, so I don't have the abundant opportunity or the desparate need to fill up time that I once had. For another, its difficult to know what exactly to do with my blog during these turbulent times of change. I

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Holy cow! That's all I can say so far. My time here has been a blur, but at the same time I feel like I've been living in Columbia, South Carolina for AGES. Still don't know my way around though, but at least I can get to all the buildings on campus I have anything to do with. Most of the last week was filled with training meeting after orientation meeting after meet-and-greet session, one right

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Just a quick note to let you know the conclusion to my epic journey. I'll write a longer blog later when the dust clears some more. We arrived in Columbia on Sunday night and its been a crazy whirlwind of excitement ever since! My new roommate, we'll call him Jock Actor, or J.A., (since using Blog Names is all the rage now days), seems like somebody I can live with and laugh with, and our new

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Today is my last day at work – after this, the countdown to my departure begins in earnest. I'll spend most of next week packing, finalizing travel plans, making sure I have a place to live in South Carolina, spending time with friends, freaking out, and playing computer games. Then, the week after that is when it all goes down. A four day cross-country drive followed by weeks and weeks of

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Eventually there comes a day where you stop waiting for inspiration to hit and just write something, anything, to put on your blog. Of course, having a slow-paced job helps quite a bit, but even that has not been enough to get me blogging lately. I did write something last week about the new computer game I've been playing, but it was really nerdy and I thought that we've had enough of my nerdity

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I thought I'd take a moment to shamelessly plug the play I'm going to be in that opens this weekend. You absolutely must come to see it, not just because I'm in it (though that should be reason enough for most of you!) but because, for the first time in a while, I'm doing a play that I can be reasonably certain every single person on this planet can enjoy. It's called “You Can't Take It With You

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I like Superman, but I love Clark Kent.Though, despite the elaborate disguiseConsisting of a single pair of bent,Simple specs, they're not two different guys But only one, still I said what I meant:I like Superman, but I love Clark Kent.I like Superman, but I love Clark KentI guess because one of them's more like meAnd does not always get what he wantsAnd struggles with our vulnerability. And

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Let America be America again.Let it be the dream it used to be.Let it be the pioneer on the plainSeeking a home where he himself is free.(America never was America to me.)Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--Let it be that great strong land of loveWhere never kings connive nor tyrants schemeThat any man be crushed by one above.(It never was America to me.)O, let my land be a land where

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Though the infrequency of my blogging might suggest otherwise, I lead a quite full life full of interesting events that would, in theory, make great anecdotal posts. Unfortunately, most of these stories (such as the one from last weekend where I ended up with an ice pack on my groin – don't ask) are not exactly fit for the public at large, because they reveal aspects of my personal life I would

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I am, as has been brought to my attention on several occasions, something of a “movie snob.” This means I regularly turn up my nose at mainstream Hollywood flicks in favor of more obscure, antiquated, or pretentious artistic films like “The Lion in Winter,” “Brokeback Mountain,” “Henry V,” etc. etc. However, I have tried to reassure my critics on this point that, despite the prevailing opinion to

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I was extraordinarily fortunate that, by a strange twist of fate, I was able to do Hamlet again this past semester. This was followed by being fortunate enough to continue on to be in our spring Shakespeare show: Greatest Hits. Thanks to Sam, our resident cross-dresser and MVA ("Most Valuable Actor"), I now have pictures to prove all this.HAMLET, WINTER 2006SHAKESPEARE'S GREATEST HITS, SPRING 2006

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It's been a frustrating week for me. I've tried to blog on several occasions, but nothing was coming out except for angry political rants and inflammatory statements of partisanship. Part of it, frankly, comes with my dissatisfaction with my job. But really, this has not been a good week in the news; I'm continually depressed by the state of the world. Yeah, we got Zarqawi. That's good. But

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A few weeks ago, something quite important happened in my life, and yet I neglected to mention it on my blog. I was waiting for the right moment, you see, to reveal all about it, but that moment never really arrived. There's no time like the present, I say! Actually, usually I say “eh, maybe tomorrow...” but right now I say there's no time like the present. In the most general sense, the

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After my incredibly snobby post about good art, I've been starting to think of myself as something of a hypocrite (yeah, huge revelation there). Because, as much as I'm all about finding good art with “substance,” I more than frequently indulge myself in cheesy, light, feel-good stuff that doesn't make me think, only makes me smile. I indulged in this brand of sugar-coated entertainment just last

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I frequently get into discussions about random subjects with a co-worker, because its an easy and convieniant way to put off doing more work (or pretending to do more work, as the case may be). Today, for some reason, we were discussing theater, and he asked me which local theater venues were the best, in my opinion. I replied that that really depended on what your idea of good theater was,

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It's real.See for yourself.

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Today is a special day. Exactly one year ago today, I first decided I'd see what this new blog craze was about by starting up one of my own. I figured I'd play around with it for a few weeks before losing interest, but somehow, surprisingly, I stuck with it. I don't usually follow through with anything, so this is a big deal. One whole year of blogging; one year distilled and digitized for

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For reasons past my comprehension, I have been assigned the task of defining ten words that begin with the letter "D" in a manner which somehow reflects my personality. Many bloggers have preceeded me with various other letters. Here is one of them by the friend who then passed the torch on to me. I relied heavily on Ambrose Bierce's timeless work "The Devil's Dictionary" for inspiration. In fact

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Dearly Beloved,We gather here today to remember our dear friend and loved one, Matt. For twenty five years he has brought joy and frustration into our lives in his own unique and disturbing way. For a quarter of a century he has walked the earth, touched our hearts, and depressed our spirits. Matt was never self-serving or arrogant. He never spoke much of himself, didn't seek the limelight. He

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So I'm sitting in my cubicle, waiting for the urge to work to hit me so that I can actually get something productive done today. I've been here an hour and no urges yet. Not a single one. I'm aware that this is irresponsible of me. It reflects poorly on my maturity and work ethic. I'm also aware that everybody else here today is doing the same thing. In an average week, I get perhaps four or

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As many of you already know, since I'm horrible at keeping anything on the “down-low,” I have started working a personal trainer at the gym within the last couple of weeks. His name is Taylor and he is a nice young man currently attending UVSC. I meet with him twice a week for half an hour and let me tell you what, he doesn't pull any punches. He works me so hard I'm sore for days and days

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If you are in need of a simple way to amuse yourself in a few empty moments (as I often am at work), then head over to www.blogthings.com where you can take a bunch of random and meaningless quizzes designed to tell you everything about yourself based upon four or five stupid questions. It's hardly sound physchological evaluation, but I was surprised by the number of times it seemed to be dead on

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What is Xanadu? Boy, am I glad you asked! It's a place where nobody dares to go. Its “A Fantasy, A Musical, A Place Where Dreams Come True.” It defies definition and expectations. Its an experience unlike any other. Anybody who attended the wild and crazy Hamlet cast party last Saturday night would agree: its life-changing. Like they say in the song, “they needed the world to know they are in

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I can remember quite vividly the exact moment when I first looked at eyebrows. I mean, really looked at them and thought about them. I was sitting the passenger seat of a jeepney, the dominant form of public transportation in the Philippines, looking at myself in the side view mirror. I realized suddenly that there was hair growing on my forehead. All my life I had never given a second thought to

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Ok, everybody. Somebody started this fad of creating quizzes about yourself, so here's mine. I couldn't bring myself to take it too seriously. Good luck.Matt's Quiz If you score badly, you obviously aren't a very good friend.

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In my mind I'm goin' to CarolinaCan't you see the sunshineCan't you just feel the moonshineAin't it just like a friend of mineTo hit me from behindYes I'm goin' to Carolina in my mindDark and silent late last nightI think I might've heard the highway callingGeese in flight and dogs that biteSigns that might be omens say I'm goingI'm goin' to Carolina in my mindWith a holy host of others standing

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One website I like to visit frequently is mcsweeneys.net, where erudite and expressive people contribute short articles about varied subjects for the general amusement of all. One feature that you can contribute to is called "Open Letters to People or Entities That Are Unlikely To Respond." I suggest you check it out, I'm a big fan. I have written my own contribution based on a situation in my

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I know you like me. Ok, perhaps “like” is too strong of a word, but I clearly don't totally drive you crazy, or why would you keep coming back to read my blog? Seriously. Unless you are some kind of masochist or something. I think we can safely assume, then, that you like me, and so I won't feel bad about continuing to talk about myself. See, people often discuss things that they have in common,

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Every time I begin to think that I have grown sufficiently cynical and jaded to prevent any further heartbreak caused from the clash of high ideals with harsh reality, something invariably happens to prove me yet a romantic, quixotic fool with no real concept of life. At times like this I feel like disillusionment is to be my lot in life. I am fated to be continually disappointed by the world

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Ever since starting full time work (or as I call it, killed slowly by capitalism), I've noticed that every other month or so (sometimes oftener if I really hate my job) I just need a day off. I'm not talking about Saturday and Sunday – those don't count! I mean I day where I should go to work but don't. I think this helps me feel like I'm not a total slave to the system and that I'm in control of

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In keeping with my personal mission statement to "assist individuals in their quest for perfection and eternal life" I have decided to post an educational blog today. I'm going to present ten wonderfully descriptive and useful adjectives which you can actually use in conversation and writing! Any one of these illuminative words could really spice up your life. Give it a try!1. affable - easy &

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Well, the debate is over and the questions of my immediate future have at last been answered. I have been offered a spot in an MFA acting program and I have accepted it. It is done. I'm leaving. My future beckons.It's a three-year program that emphasizes in classical repretory acting (which means Shakespeare and the like for you non-theater people). The facilities and faculty seem top rate, and

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I don't mention enough what great friends I've had in my life. I spent some time this weekend with a few of them. My friend Ben and I drove up to Salt Lake to watch Tristram Shandy: A Cock and Bull Story which turned out to be a pleasant experience all around. In addition to being extremely funny and a snappy dresser, Ben is always good for some old-fashioned erudite conversation. Our topics of

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Due to an incredible stroke of good luck on my part, I get to do Hamlet again every Tuesday for the next couple of months! I'm very excited about this, as I found that I missed the experience much more than I thought I would. For historical interest, I have decided to post a number of pictures from last semester, courtesy of Fallon. This way I'll have an easy place to look back and remember...

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I feel as though I'm coming off a funk I've been in lately. The last week or so I've been up and down, though mostly down. I've had this sore throat and runny nose and gunk for over a week now and though it hasn't really been bad enough to interfere too much in my life its certainly been annoying. Plus there's been a lot to think about, a lot of unexpected changes coming my way and I'm not at all

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Bored with dull corporate nowhere jobs? Looking for excitement, a chance to travel, meet new people, and be part of a success-oriented and motivated team? Then you should consider an exciting career in anonymous henchmaning!The recent boost in the evil villian market has left a huge demand for capable, detail-oriented, and above all totally obedient legions of henchman. This new opportunity can

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My favorite morning radio talk show, which I listen to religously while preparing for work each day, has a regular segment featuring lists of "Things That Must Go," in which they read submissions from listeners about things in life which bug or otherwise irritate them and which they believe should stop. These range from petty annoyances to major ideological clashes. Anyway, its great fun and, as

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OK, I know what you all want to hear about. I went to Chicago for a reason, after all. It was my intention to get into a grad school. It didn't quite go as I had thought it would.I'm not sure exactly what I expected to happen, actually. Did I really think that I'd take the stage, perform my monologues with staggering talent, and every single university recruiter would stand up and beg me to come

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Downtown Chicago, like most major cities, is populated by an intimidating forest of gigantic metal trees, each staring down imposingly upon the small, fleshy inhabitants who wend their way in between the massive trunks with their reddened faces set grimly into the biting wind.Wind can be comforting - a mother's caress on smooth baby skin, a lover's hand run intimately through your hair – but in

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Today I'd like to share with you something that makes me very happy, something that brings little rays of sunshine into my life every day. I trust that all my friends have refined and exacting tastes and have not totally been brainwashed by mainstream American entertainment. Not one of you watches American Idol, I would venture to guess (and if you do, please don't tell me – it would break my

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I wasn't feeling very well yesterday (stressed and discouraged, with a slight sore throat) and so I decided, quite selfishly, that I deserved a break from the rigorous and painful sugar strike I put myself on last week. I had already anticipated this would happen, back when the determination to eat healthy and nothing but healthy was fresh and strong, and had removed all of the obvious sources

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Today is the celebration of Martin Luther King, Jr.'s birthday, which has been a national holiday since 1986. Accordingly, many people do not have to work today. I do, unfortunately, but I didn't want that to stop me from thinking about the significance of the day – so I'm taking a quick break from all the ruthless taxonomy to share my thoughts about MLK.Who was this guy? Why does he get a

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I'm fat again. I really have this problem with dedication and commitment, you know? I dropped nearly 20 pounds for Macbeth and was well on my way towards my target weight when I kind of ran out of gas with the whole “eating healthy” thing. My infrequent indulgences in pizza, cookies, and ice cream became more and more frequent, with bigger and bigger portion sizes, and my physical activity level

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I'm quite tired with people today. I'm tried of the dark and depressing aspects of human nature we see all about us: hatred, intolerance, prejudice, exclusion, demagoguery, and despair. Sure, it's in the news we get each day of still more violence and bloodshed in lands far away. But its here too, right in our backyard, in our community, in our workplaces, in us. We cannot lament the worst

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I guess I have one of those faces. When it comes time to hand out responsibility, I must just look like somebody who either will handle it well or, more likely, will take it without complaining too much. Its happened to me a number of times throughout my life, and sometimes I don't mind it because I can be a bit of control freak and want to get in there and do it myself. But a lot of times, I'd

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Greetings all and Happy New Year! I just watched the big ball drop and so, of course, I couldn't help but wonder about many things. Like, for example, why the heck do we drop a big ball to celebrate a new year? When is it really the new year, since its already past midnight in a number of places in the world? Where is the first place to turn 2006? Is our calendar completely arbitrary? And, of

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