Channeling Bill

I am a proud alumna of the University of Kansas’ theater department.  In the summer of 2000 they sent a group of us to Greece to perform “The Birds” by Aristophanes in an amphitheater that dates back to 500 BCE in the ancient city of Oiniades.  It was a life-changing experience.  KU’s theater department has never tired of challenging its students and this new project I’ve learned of is a perfect example of that.  I’m excited to share that Professor Paul Meier is directing a production of William Shakespeare’s “Midsummer Night’s Dream” in its Original Pronunciation at the University Theatre, opening November 11th in a run of eight performances. This production is the FIRST of its kind in the United States, and has only been done three other times before in Europe.  With the linguistic assistance of David Crystal, the use of OP will give the audience the privilege of hearing how the actors would have sounded when the plays were first performed.

One of the more valuable experiences in my time at KU was studying under Paul Meier.  His vast knowledge of vocal techniques, accents and dialects were inspirational to me.  Learning accents and dialects is an essential tool for any actor.  But the depth of our studies about the evolution of dialect went above and beyond.  And his use of Shakespeare to teach what the human voice is truly capable of killed two birds with one stone for many of us.  Not only did it empower our vocal skills, it gave us an understanding of how to find meaning within the specialized text.

In a world plagued with BAD Shakespeare, Paul Meier is a man on a mission to help actors understand the intricate text.  Obviously, an audience will not get what’s going on if the actors have no idea what they are saying. Attention to detail in the text itself is key to acting Shakespeare.  Beyond the need to understand the definitions of the words at the time, an actor can take so much from interpreting what sounds mean.  Some basics, for example:  When a character is speaking of an urgent matter, you will find many consonants used to punch the words, heightened by intense alliteration to drive the point across.  If a character is sad or musing about the one they love, you will find many round sounds and vowels within the text, with assonance accentuating their sorrow or burning desire.  The list of tools used to understand the text goes on and on and can be applied to modern performance as well.  Through Paul, not only did I learn new text-based acting methods with very little technique shining through, I learned a new, conversational language.  Despite the richness of the text and the rhythm of pentameter, Shakespeare is just talking.

Professor Meier has found himself realizing a dream come true with this play.  Though I do not know many details about how this production has come to light, I imagine that Paul has always wanted to do something like this.  I remember when he introduced us to the concept of Original Pronunciation in class one day by showing us footage of Patrick Stewart (with hair!) performing a soliloquy in OP style.  I swooned at the sound of its soothing combination of lingual influences.  Its familiarity struck me even though I had never heard anything like it before.  Did mine ears deceive me?  Its lilt sounded so Irish and rural English…the hardness in the letter R so…Midwestern.

Many theories have gone in to figuring out how the dialect sounded back then.  The one I’m most familiar with comes from rhyme.  To our modern English speaking ears, some words do not rhyme in certain couplets, even across the distinction between American and British dialects.  This leads to an obvious conclusion; if everything else rhymes, these mismatched words had to have rhymed originally.  I’ve learned that Paul picked this particular play to experiment with partly because of the tricky rhyme scheme itself.  Understatement alert: There is a lot to work with.  “Midsummer” is already a fun, fantastical romp so I can imagine what the actors must feel like getting to add a whole other layer to the wackiness.  Now perhaps dialect, in addition to conventional interpretation of the text, can heighten meaning.

Shakespeare’s work is universally important because his understanding of the human condition is timeless.  By performing his work using the voices of the time, these actors will be channeling an intimate, personal connection to him and the actors who first brought his characters to life.  This is a special gift.  My hat’s off to this amazing project.  If you are in the Lawrence area, go check it out.

I will leave you with a video featuring a scene from the play performed in OP as well as this link to The History Blog to learn more.  Photos of the costume design by Dennis Christilles and the rehearsal process can be found in this link.

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On Mosqueaphobic Shenanigans

Let me tell you a story.  (I’ll warn you now that it isn’t terribly exciting.)  Recently my boyfriend Gene and I ventured to Bed, Bath and Beyond to shop for café curtains.  In the crowded confines of the curtain department, we agonized over the piss-poor selection and had pretty much decided to give up when I turned around to see a gorgeous baby staring up at me with huge, sparkling black eyes and spiky black hair.  She laughed as she slapped her hands on the tray of her stroller, thinking she was SO clever.  I cooed and “squeeeed” immediately as her parents apologized for the near collision I had with her stroller.  We politely brushed off the apology as we continued to ogle the baby, whose name is “Nora”.  I laughed about the name rhyming with my own leading to an introduction of their older daughter and then themselves.  We learned they live there in East Elmhurst and we shared that we live in Astoria.  We briefly compared neighborhoods and visited as their older daughter tangled herself up in the curtain display, giggling like the 4 year-old that she is.  Her mother cautioned her to behave as we all smiled, said our “it-was-nice-to-meet -you’s” and continued our shopping missions. 

 Aside from the rarity, there was nothing extraordinary about this interaction, of course.  It reminded me of back home in Columbia, MO where this sort of friendly run-in is commonplace.  What would probably be different is that this family was Muslim, most likely Pakistani or Bangladeshi as I recognized her ornate garb and his white, woven cap and beaded tunic.  To be fair, this could happen in Columbia; there is certainly a substantial Muslim community there.  But it’s no Queens, the most ethnically diverse place on the planet.  Muslims are everywhere and I will gladly eat their food, smoke apple tobacco from their shisha pipes, get a ride home from them in their cabs, have them treat me for the Flu, heck, I’ve even dated a few and I will have no choice but to push them out of my way if I can’t get off the train at Queensboro Plaza.  (*shrug* Being a NYer is what it is, Yo. We are equal opportunity shovers.)

I’m inspired to speak out about my support for Cordoba House, now officially named Park51, the proposed community center and Mosque to be located two city blocks away from the WTC site.  I write this not only as an American and a transplant New Yorker, but simply as a neighbor to literally all kinds of people.   I’d like to help put a face on this issue and the people who are currently being spat upon.  I’m not waving a politically correct “Celebrate Diversity” flag or want “Stuff white people like” bragging rights when I say that I know some of my Muslim neighbors and co-workers personally.  Do we hang out on the weekends?  No.  But I do have a special friendship with my Yemini corner store guys, for sure.  They have always been there for me.  Recently, Abdu came to my apartment the day my father died to give his condolences to my mom and me.  He hugged us as we wept.  He and his brethren of corner store dudes are good, decent people.  They are local business owners who look out for their customers, the way it’s supposed to be.  They contribute.  And they are no different from most Muslim New Yorkers.  I certainly have no reason to assume that baby Nora’s parents are the enemy.  I would never say to them, “You and the people of your faith are personally responsible for what happened on 9/11.  You know where you can stick your new curtains.”

The fear and lie-fueled Islamaphobia surrounding Park51 makes me so mad, I’m compelled to openly declare shenanigans.  Never mind the political wedge this issue is being turned into by the talking heads in the media or politicians and their overpaid strategists.  The shenanigans I’m declaring on them and regular folks alike are flat-out willful ignorance and socially accepted bigotry. 

If this nonsense continues, we will symbolically imprison our American Muslims like a not-so-institutionally implemented Manzanar.  In many ways, they already have been imprisoned.  I’ve seen footage on NY1 of Muslims in Queens saying, sure, a compromise could be made.  Some believe Park51’s location should be moved because they believe it will draw too much negative attention.  That is SHAME and FEAR talking.  It’s happening in America, where freedom of religion is supposed to be a given; there is no compromise.  If I were a religious person I could not imagine feeling that way about myself and the good people of my own religion, my own connection to God.  “Well, we don’t want to be a bother…”  That is spiritual imprisonment and it is WRONG.  Shenanigans!!

I don’t believe that I need to rehash the various inflammatory arguments opposed to the center we’ve all heard.  But there is one that bothers me the most: Park51 is in bad taste.  The symbolism of it is too upsetting.  (Never mind that there is already a Mosque four blocks away from the WTC.)  They believe the center is disrespectful to the victim’s survivors.  I believe, good intentions aside, this argument sends the message that all Muslims are responsible for 9/11.  No matter how you word it, that is ultimately what is being said.  Even if those making the argument don’t really believe that is true, they want to appease those who do.  Why?  How is grief healed by guilt-tripping American Muslims?  We cannot seem to resist a good guilt trip.  Shenanigans!!

The Cordoba Initiative, the parent of this project, is an interfaith mission.  They named themselves after the famed Spanish city that was home to Muslims, Jews and Christians who all lived together peacefully, without incident, for centuries.   The history of Cordoba is extremely complex, and tolerance is a legacy they have which is NOT a romantic fabrication.  Some who oppose this project have suggested the symbolism lies in the Muslim rule of Cordoba which is completely untrue.  Shenanigans!! 

The Muslims who live here are simply a part of what makes America interesting.   This is my love letter to them, my neighbors and fellow Americans.  As they open up and proudly display their assimilation, Park51 is clearly a love letter to the rest of us, a declaration of peace.  

I would like to close by sharing a link to Park51’s beautiful mission statement: 

Mission Link

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For Denise

May she sing loud in the heavens and live on in our hearts.

We will miss you, dear blogger.  I feel lucky to have known you.  This is why, ultimately, the internet is a beautiful presence in my life.  I have met so many wonderful people.

I took this pic last weekend in Niagara Falls, near the Rainbow Bridge to Canada. 

This one's for you, Denise.

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The Eyes Have It…

I have good news.  My mom and I have found out that my dad's eyes have given the gift of sight to 2 people in the New York area.  I think good has also come of his bone and tissue samples but I'm not sure what the details are yet.

I will be attending a memorial event at St. Patrick's cathedral in two weeks called "Remember and Rejoice" honoring donors, recipients, transplant candidates, donor families, medical staff, etc.  I've entered a 25 word memorial about dad for the program which will read:

"Mike N——-’s beautiful eyes saw the good in others.  May his insight live on as our sadness transforms into a celebration for another person's recovery."

I really cannot describe how good this feels especially considering how fresh his death feels.  It's hard to write about because here I am at work, trying not to cry.  But here I am. 

We know that at least one recipient can be contacted.  Mom is going to mail him one of dad's poems and a copy of the program from his memorial service so he can learn more about who his sight came from.  I'm sure it's different for everybody, but if it were me, I would want to know who.

This contribution he has made is particularly powerful for my mom and I.  His eyes were beautiful.  Deep and meaningful.  He was an observer, sitting quietly, most of the time, taking it all in.  He saw so much in this world and he loved to express it.  His poetry was vivid, his photographs magnificent.  His eyes were so healing and empathetic as one of the Vets he counseled told us.  That was certainly true for me, too.  My father's caring, smiling eyes helped to erase a lot of pain in my life, always.

I've never fully appreciated before how incredible it is that we can use each others bodies in order to save or better people's lives.  It's never been personal, I guess.

I'm especially glad now to be an organ donor myself.

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Major Hasan

I have yet to write about what happened at Ft. Hood last week.  It is just so overwhelming and awful.

I wasn't surprised that it happened.  I was/am angry and sad, but not shocked.  My immediate assumption was that it was somehow related to PTSD…wrong.  I dunno – is there such a thing as PRE Traumatic Stress Disorder?  Uh…I'm kidding, kind of.

My dad said something last week that chilled me but I felt to my core that I agree.  He said, not in so many words, that this incident is a part of these wars.  Collateral damage.  I understand what he means.  When you are participating in war, multiple wars, the violence and scars associated with it simply do not stop nor does it START at the physical boarders of the wars.  My dad knows this all to well being a vet himself and considering the volunteer mental-health outreach he does constantly with returning soldiers.  Some come back OK, some don't. 

I cannot find again a quote I read this AM on CNN (it's as if they removed it from the story completely) from a wounded soldier who essentially said the same – when you are at war, anything can happen, anywhere.

Today on Facebook my friend Gabe posted a New York Times article co-written by his brother that goes into a lot of good detail about Hasan, who I admit I am morbidly curious about.

Have a read here.   It is quite thorough. 

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Holy Crap

It'll be a YEAR on Sunday.  Holy crap.

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John Vega’s “Fleas & Biscuits” is featured in The Daily News today!!

Wow, how cool is this?  I knew John’s doggie clothing line was going to turn some heads!  Please pass this post along to any and all who love doggies.  These outfits are great gift ideas for the Holidays!!  He will do custom orders.

Read The Daily News story here.

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Introducing Fleas&Biscuits Part Deux

As I have mentioned before, my good friend John Vega has started his own doggie clothing line, fleas&biscuits

He is going to be featured at a doggy fashion show, Pawject Runway, tomorrow night in Astoria at The Jumping Bulldog.  Yay!  His Oscar gets to be a model…

One of my best friends, Connie Smith, the creator and author of Local718, a blog about Queens, interviewed him recently as the first in a series of videos Connie will be producing about inspiring and creative people in Queens. 

Enjoy!

John Vega discusses the inception of fleas&biscuits in a video produced by Connie Smith

   

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Happy Birfday Dad!!

Today is my Dad's B-day….I think he's spending it doing a float trip on some amazing river in Utah with my mom.  I'm envious.

This is a pic of my Dad and our beloved Townes (who we lost in 2003) on the Missouri river. 

They did this same trip last year sans float trip, so that's the highlight for him this time.  But they will be seeing more of the exquisite landscapes of this mysterious land that knows no mercy. 

This year they will also be attending an art festival where the finally "solved" mystery of Everett Reuss' death will be discussed at great length for the first time.  Reuss was a nature writer who went missing in the desert in 1934, never to be found until last year.  They didn't even confirm the discovery until this last spring.  My mom became fascinated with his story when she started doing some reading about Escalante, Utah in preparation for their trip last year.  She read a large chunk of his work (knowing mom, probably all of it) and to her he felt like a co-pilot for most of their adventures.  Turns out they found him while my parents were there, a fact that chills me.  She offered to be a presenter at the festival but they already had local historians lined up for it which is too bad.  I think my mom would have had a lot to add from a Literary perspective.  Anyway, they are both stoked about getting to attend.

And I'm envious…  :)  Here's why:

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Bryce Canyon IBryce Canyon

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Ur doin it quite well, akshully.

Oh noes!  Teh internets are holding kittehs captive while their pictures are downloaded onto a silly website with ridiculous, misspelled, grammatically incorrect captions over their heads!!  Or at least that’s the theory in the highly entertaining musical, “I Can Has Cheezburger: The MusicLOL”.  This show, which feels like children’s theater for adults, is featured as part of The New York International Fringe Festival 2009.  It is directed by Karina Bennett with the book, music and lyrics by Kristyn Pomranz and Katherine Steinberg.  What can I say?  These are my kind of women.

Inspired by ICanHasCheezburger.com, this show is one of the most absurd, off-the-wall, bizarre, messed up pieces of theater I’ve ever seen.  It is many levels of wrong and I loved every second of it.  Sure, it needs work in places but what new work doesn’t?  One particular musical number went on a little too long and considering the plethora of internet inside jokes the website ICanHasCheezburger.com has helped to create, there are even more themes that could be included…but I admit I was getting ahead of myself with ideas, being both a theater person as well as a big fan of ICHCB.  This show currently borders on chaotic, so perhaps it’s best left the way it is.  The use of media helps as most of the “set” is projected onto a screen along with a variety of LOLcats that move the story along.  I enjoyed the actor’s performances immensely.   This material is extremely delicate, as is any absurdist piece, and the cast has the imagination it takes to make a story such as this come to life.  They strike a balance between taking the story seriously and not too seriously.  This is no easy task.

One could argue that LOLcats are simple, lowbrow entertainment.  But the genius in disguise is found in how they’ve been keeping people like me sane at work for over two years now.  I take cute breaks several times a day at the office with ICHCB.com and Cuteoverload.com.  These sites provide a short-but-sweet respite throughout the day for many a worker all over the world, hence their incredible popularity.  If someone has never been to the website ICanHasCheezburger.com and goes to see this show, they won’t be too horribly lost after the first few minutes.  The internet phenomenon of LOLcats is an acquired taste but once you catch on, the logic (or lack thereof) and humor behind it all soon falls into place.  That being said, this show is riddled with inside jokes shared by fans of ICHCB.com and that, coupled with the simplicity of LOLcats, is what makes this show work – it charms both LOL virgins with a sense of humor as well as die-hard fans of the site who have been following it since the beginning (like me).

The silly romp takes you on an adventure in the ever expanding world of the internet.  An LOLcat (aka “Happy Cat” – though that’s not his name in the musical for some reason) gets downloaded onto the cheezburger site after he adorably makes a play for his owner’s cheeseburger in real life.  Finding himself lost in the internet, he’s now on a quest to find his cheezburger, his one true love.  He runs into familiar faces for us ICHCB fans including LOLrus who lost his bukkit, Drop the cat who hides in a box waiting for the cheezburgers to drop, Epic Win and Epic FAIL, the owl who cries *head tilt* O RLY?, a kitteh who adds up all the sumz for buying moar cheezburgers and last but not least, Mr. Wrong, a kitteh with a slice of cheese on his head who was once told “Cheez – You’re doin’ it WRONG” in his caption as a kitten and never recovered, thus leading him to cause evil mischief for all eternity.  (I have to say here that Clint Carter’s performance as Mr. Wrong is brilliant.)  In the land of teh internets, “Jodie’s” is where you go for cheezburgers.  Jodie is a mouse with a slick business sense and a strong desire to find love.  You know, “Just someone to eat cheese with” as the adorable musical number goes.  When LOLcat stumbles onto Jodie’s corporate headquarters he learns that he’s in the wrong place for the actual cheezburgers.  Thanks to the confusion caused by “sumz”, Jodie’s piss poor accountant who cannot tell him how much monies he will need for the cheezburgers, LOLcat finds himself lost once again.  He falls into the evil paws of Mr. Wrong who convinces him that “Jodie’s” discriminates against cats and that in order to get cheezburgers he ought to mousenap her and demand equal accessibility to cheezburgers for cats…or something like that.  (Are you following me?  Because I’m not.)  As expected the plan goes horribly wrong when LOLcat discovers that he has a forbidden love for Jodie the mouse and cannot bring himself to sacrifice her dignity and freedom for the cause…or will he?

Find out, if you can, by seeing the show Wednesday August 26th at 9:15 PM or Friday August 28th at 4:45 PM at The Cherry Lane Theater.  Buy your ticket online in advance as these shows will sell out.  Even if they don’t win at Fringe, I smell a future run of some kind for this play.  Go to fringenyc.org for more details!!  KTHNXBAI!!!!

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