tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49437233542055207142024-02-07T01:34:02.991-08:00An Australian in Texasoopshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16276438399372217041noreply@blogger.comBlogger157125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4943723354205520714.post-7551927598456130122014-02-19T03:54:00.000-08:002014-02-19T03:54:16.511-08:00This blog is now closed!Ok, kids. I've been living here for nearly three years now. This whole "keep up to date with Amy's news in her new home" facade can be maintained no longer...the home is not so new anymore (the ambiguous smells in the kitchen agree). If you're interested, I now have an actor website, with a blog there:<br />
<a href="http://www.amygarnerbuchanan.com/journal/" target="_blank">http://www.amygarnerbuchanan.com/journal/</a><br />
Thanks family and friends for caring about my travels! Texas has been good to us and will continue to be a great home.<br />
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<br />oopshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16276438399372217041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4943723354205520714.post-65191266597666455572013-12-31T07:29:00.000-08:002013-12-31T14:10:27.803-08:002013's Work in Review<h3>
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Main Street Theater</h4>
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<i>The Magic School Bus LIVE!</i></div>
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<i>Into the Woods </i>(in rehearsal - opens Jan 16th, 2014)</div>
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<i>Blithe Spirit</i></div>
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Stark Naked Theatre</h4>
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<i>Macbeth</i></div>
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<i>The War of the Worlds </i>(reading)</div>
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Classical Theatre Company</h4>
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<i>Hamlet</i></div>
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Image Source</h4>
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Legacy Community Health industrial</div>
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Highlight</h4>
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<i>The War of the Worlds</i> was an unexpected blast. To be honest, when I first read the script I thought, "how on earth do you make an hour-long news broadcast interesting?" But we did, and had so much fun, as did the audience, so many of whom said it was their first time at Stark Naked Theatre. I could feel the audience on the edge of their seats. Plain old-fashioned good storytelling is a wonderful thing.</div>
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Lowlight</h4>
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Touring children's theatre is both a blessing and a curse. There was a lot to love about the <i>Magic School Bus</i> tour, but the bone-crushing fatigue of the busiest weeks was among the hardest things I faced this year. But there's also something to be said about the satisfaction of working that hard - it's kind of great.<br />
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This year I auditioned for Houston Shakespeare Festival, many voice-over spots, Main Street Theater, Texas Shakespeare Festival, Ozark Actors' Theatre, Stark Naked Theatre, Back Porch Players, Classical Theatre Company, the Houston Theatre Alliance, Tall Tale Pictures and Ensemble Theater. Twenty-four auditions all told, of which four got me the gig, plus I got cast in three projects based on earlier work. So we're looking at about one yes for every two nos.</div>
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The audition for <i>Time Stands Still </i>at Main Street Theater was exhilarating. There are full performances I haven't enjoyed as much as I enjoyed that audition. I got to read four times with different groups of people, and the joy and satisfaction of hours of hard slog in preparation meeting magical in-the-moment creativity was something pretty special. Plus that's just a kick-ass script. I walked away almost (almost) not even caring if I got cast or not, just thoroughly satisfied with my performance that night.</div>
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Lowlight</h4>
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Nerves on an empty stomach saw me hurling up my guts about half an hour before my first <i>Macbeth</i> audition - nausea is the worst feeling in the world, I reckon. Good old body, though - it got it together at the last minute, managed a very respectable audition, and got me through to the next round of callbacks. I even got the gig.</div>
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This year I worked on dialects at home with some helpful resources; took Hope Stone's teacher training, contined in Kim Tobin's Meisner class as well as taking her audition preparation class; and took ballet, jazz and tap classes.</div>
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Highlight</h4>
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When you first work with Kim Tobin you get the impression that she can read you like a book. Now that I've worked with her for over a year I have this spooky feeling she can see into my soul and every so often just knows exactly what I need to hear. I have often despaired as I progress to new levels and realised just how much I don't know, but Kim gives me a great mix of encouragement and a kick up the ass when I need it, and her studio has become a sacred place for me that has seen so much of my growth.</div>
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Lowlight</h4>
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The teacher training at Hope Stone was valuable but occurred in a very busy time for me (during the <i>Magic School Bus </i>tour of exhaustion), so I wasn't feeling particularly patient when the session ran overtime that day. Something must have made it through my fatigue-fogged brain though, because my teaching has improved.</div>
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Hope Stone - teacher and blogger</div>
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Main Street Theater - substitute house manager</div>
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Houston Grand Opera - lightwalker<br />
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I have grown a lot this year, and enjoyed such landmarks as moving from children's theatre into grown-up theatre, earning my first Equity points, getting cast in a film project and getting up the guts to submit a play I wrote to a theatre. I hope your 2013 has been satisfying - would love to hear about it.</div>
oopshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16276438399372217041noreply@blogger.com0Houston, TX, USA29.7601927 -95.36938959999997728.878513700000003 -96.660283099999972 30.6418717 -94.078496099999981tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4943723354205520714.post-10015141418425989922013-11-08T11:24:00.000-08:002013-11-08T11:24:26.588-08:00My Thoughts on International Stardom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I'm sick with the psychotic-killer-queen of throat infections so I've been watching a crapload of tv this week. I've watched <i>Tin Man</i>, another one of the "let's consider <i>The Wizard of Oz </i>from another angle" stories that the world seems to be obsessed with, <i>Glee</i>, <i>Parks and Recreation</i> (which apparently has a Houstonian and classmate of my friend Leslie on the writing staff), and <i>The Slap</i>, on which I was an extra for its first day of filming before we moved to Houston two years ago and which I haven't gotten around to watching til this week.</span><br />
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<i style="font-family: inherit;">The Slap</i><span style="font-family: inherit;"> didn't air on Aussie TV until after I left, so I wasn't really around for the buzz of whether it was well received or not. I think it was a mixed reception. Anyway, I really like it and I'd love to read the book it's based on now. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">It got me thinking about two things. One, Melissa George. Oh, btw, it's her international stardom I was talking about, not my own, although given my huge exposure in this mini-series (see picture) your confusion could be forgiven. She stars as the attachment-parenting-style mother whose kid gets slapped by another adult at a barbeque. I was looking up interviews with her because I was curious about the four-year-old kid she is openly breastfeeding in a couple of scenes (yes, he was a child actor and no, he was not her kid in real life and unsurprisingly, <a href="http://blogs.abc.net.au/abc_tv/2011/10/melissa-george-on-the-many-sides-of-rosie.html" target="_blank">she said</a> it was pretty challenging), and I came across this article called <a href="http://www.uproxx.com/tv/2012/11/melissa-george-is-bit-if-a-dick/" target="_blank">Melissa George is Kind of a Dick</a>. It slams her for <a href="http://www.smh.com.au/entertainment/tv-and-radio/just-dont-call-me-angel-20121110-294uq.html#ixzz2k56wDD7s" target="_blank">some comments</a> she made last year on a return visit to Aus about how she hates the big hoo-ha about her being this huge international hit that got her start on <i>Home and Away</i>. And yeah, saying "I just need them all to be quiet" about our home country is kind of a wankerish thing to do, but I suspect that there are some mitigating factors rolling around in her brain, and not just how strange your life must be if you're famous. Australia's very complicated relationship with success, for one, and the fact that she had to leave the country to pursue her work to its highest level, and that weird feeling about home that you get when you've lived away from it for a while and kind of like it better somewhere else.</span><br />
On that note, the other thing it got me thinking about was just how Melbourne it was. The shops, the cafes, the houses, the people, are all so Melbourne, and it made me smile and inwardly celebrate one of the best cities in the world, but it also reminded me of a reason to celebrate not living there. Because in episode 2, when Rhys is in Anouk's gorgeous classic inner-suburbs of Melbourne house, old and spacious with polished wooden floorboards to die for and trams running right outside to take you to a lovely coffee shop, he sits on a radiator. And I bet that radiator is the only thing that heats that draughty house in the cold grey Melbourne winter (that doesn't even include Christmas).<br />
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<br />oopshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16276438399372217041noreply@blogger.comHouston, TX, USA29.7601927 -95.36938959999997728.878513700000003 -96.660283099999972 30.6418717 -94.078496099999981tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4943723354205520714.post-41531536497626855302013-10-31T06:52:00.000-07:002013-10-31T06:52:55.997-07:00I dream of great theatre on a rainy Thursday morning...So (by the end of October) fall is finally solidly here. It's been hinting at coming round for about a month, but now it's lovely and stormy, rainy and grey, and when it's not, there's a beautiful light in the sky in the evenings. Fall in Houston is something special. You really feel like you've earned it, with about five months of relentless tropical summer behind you.<br />
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Last night as a Halloween special Stark Naked Theatre put on a reading of <i>The War of the Worlds</i>, on the 75th anniversary of its original broadcast by Orson Welles and the Mercury Theatre on the Air. I had such a blast. It was a good challenge for me, being huge slabs of text I had to speak in an American accent, and I think I did it justice. I also just had heaps of fun. It was a pretty full house, and you could feel the audience hanging on the story. The other four actors and I did our best to bring the play to life, and one of the best things about the way Philip had set it up was that we got to sit on stage and watch the whole thing when we weren't speaking. A really fun night, an excellent play.<br />
And it's only a week until the wonderful <a href="http://antonialassar.com/" target="_blank">Antonia Lassar</a> comes to town! Joel and Heidi (friends from Stone Soup in Melbourne) saw her show <i>The God Box</i> somewhere on the east coast when they were travelling the world last year and encouraged me to bring her out here to Houston when she announced her national living-room tour. So we are! There's a show at our pastor Jenni's house on Sat 9th, a show at Zeteo on Sat 10th and a show at our house on the 12th. I'm super excited to meet her in person and turn my lounge room into a theatre space! You can see a trailer of the show <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i8zds4Jhb3c" target="_blank">here</a> and if you're in Houston. check out our event page on the <a href="http://www.zeteohouston.org/special-events/" target="_blank">Zeteo website</a> and text me for my address.oopshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16276438399372217041noreply@blogger.comHouston, TX, USA29.7601927 -95.36938959999997728.878513700000003 -96.660283099999972 30.6418717 -94.078496099999981tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4943723354205520714.post-9711827601461041682013-10-25T09:02:00.001-07:002013-10-25T09:02:53.837-07:00Three awesome shows happening in Oct - Nov<a href="http://ymlp.com/z9nttN">Three awesome shows happening in Oct - Nov</a><br />
Please check out the theatre awesomeness that is happening in my life by visiting the above link.oopshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16276438399372217041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4943723354205520714.post-58725329763967629752013-10-14T14:49:00.000-07:002013-10-14T14:49:37.448-07:00Upcoming Theatre funness<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My darling sister asked me for the backstory of all my theatre bits and pieces at the moment, so here it is, with much love.</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><b>Blithe Spirit</b> </i>is being put on by <a href="http://www.texreptheatre.org/" target="_blank">Texas Repertory Theatre</a>, where earlier this year I was in <i><a href="http://anaustralianintexas.blogspot.com/2013/03/sondheim-sorkin.html" target="_blank">Company</a></i>. I didn't audition for this one, but got a call to be in it after someone else dropped out. Which meant that I joined them a week into the process, without having seen a script in advance. I didn't fully realise I had an actor's *process* until I was in a show that didn't give me the time to go through it. But I'm having a lot of fun, and it will be a hoot, and we open this week. Best line: "Servants are awful, aren't they?"</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><b>The War of the Worlds</b> </i>is another opportunity that was handed to me on a platter by the company's Artistic Director, or rather handed to me over drinks at <a href="http://www.onioncreekcafe.com/" target="_blank">Onion Creek</a>. This one is with <a href="http://www.starknakedtheatre.com/season.html" target="_blank">Stark Naked Theatre</a>, of <i><a href="http://anaustralianintexas.blogspot.com/2013/04/houston-day-706-meals-macbeth-and-magic.html" target="_blank">Macbeth</a></i> fame. One rehearsal, one performance, and you better hope I get all that text out in the right accent. </span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Last year when our friends from Melbourne Joel and Heidi were travelling around the world, they came to visit us by way of [somewhere on the east coast], where they saw <i><b><a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/655478247817623/?context=create&ref_dashboard_filter=upcoming" target="_blank">The God Box</a></b></i>, by <a href="http://antonialassar.com/" target="_blank">Antonia Lassar</a>. When Antonia announced her tour this year, Joel messaged me and suggested we bring her out here to Houston. So we are. </span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So there 'tis! I am so happy that I'm a part of the Houston theatre community.</span></div>
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So last week just as I was thinking "yeah, I really do get bored when I'm doing only one show at night" (my only-do-one-project-at-a-time promise only seems to be necessary when it's children's theatre - beautiful, exhausting, early-morning children's theatre), I got an email from my boss at Hope Stone that went like this:</div>
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Her name is Lily. I thought, here is someone who I need and who needs someone like me. I can help entertain her, facilitate her creativity, give her a voice through some theatre, and doing that with her can give me a reason not to be stuck at home all day getting depressed. And trusting to the <a href="http://juliacameronlive.com/2012/07/16/synchronicity/" target="_blank">synchronicity</a> of it all, I set up a meeting with her and her mom and stepdad. (I took Lucas with me just in case "Lily" turned out to be not so much a real person as the name of their gun.)<br />
The initial meeting went well and so we had our first work/play session yesterday. We wrote a story together, read through a ten-minute play, and taught each other some games. I can see that I'm going to need two things: a) patience for when she's not particularly lucid and b) lots of two-hander scripts that are appropriate for a teenager in her situation for us to read through. We both had a good time and I'm seeing her twice next week. Hooray!oopshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16276438399372217041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4943723354205520714.post-64067139306377931812013-09-03T06:23:00.003-07:002013-09-03T06:23:43.110-07:00Labor Day Weekend<h2>
A Trip to Bryan, TX</h2>
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oopshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16276438399372217041noreply@blogger.com0Bryan, TX, USA30.6743643 -96.36996320000002930.4558228 -96.692686700000024 30.8929058 -96.047239700000034tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4943723354205520714.post-41285277528688339412013-08-30T12:55:00.001-07:002013-08-30T12:55:44.739-07:00Shakespeare's lessons for me today<h2>
The Lesson for Today</h2>
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This shit's famous. You get cast in a Shakespeare show and you're the latest in a line of thousands of people who have played the part before you. Also, in my case, I'm playing a part featured in a particularly famous spin-off, and initially I found it hard to get Tim Roth's Guildenstern out of my head.<br />
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So the temptation is that my joy at getting to be Guildenstern #24601 leads me to try and wring every single moment I can out of my time on stage, which leads me to be all over-played and self-conscious. I have seen it in other Shakespeare productions, too: there's such a sense of privilege at getting to do those famous scenes that you <a href="http://shakespeare.mit.edu/hamlet/hamlet.3.2.html" target="_blank">out-Herod Herod</a> a little bit.<br />
I realised this today after reading my favourite book for the umpteenth time in my favourite coffee house (on the advice of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Artists-Way-Julia-Cameron/dp/1585421464" target="_blank">Julia Cameron</a>, I am taking myself on weekly Artist's Dates), and this quote stood out to me:<br />
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He is like a man who plays Yesterday on the piano with Brahmsian amplitude & lushness and so casually kicks aside the very thing which is the essence of the song</blockquote>
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Lord Leighton (the painter) specialised in scenes of antiquity in which marvellous perplexities of drapery roamed the canvas, tarrying only in their travels to protect the modesty of a recruit from the Tyrone Power school of acting. His fault was not a lack of skill: it is the faultlessness of his skill which makes the paintings embarrassing to watch, so bare do they strip the mind of their creator. </blockquote>
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So off I go to learn how to hold all my research and nuances and technical work on the language with a very open hand, with the hope that not everyone will get everything every single time I'm on stage. And <i>that's</i> why I'm so lucky to be Guildenstern #24601.<br />
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P.S. If you have a few spare dollars, please consider helping this brilliant company out so I can continue doing good theatre with the <a href="http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/we-re-moving--2" target="_blank">Classical Theatre Company</a>. Or at least watch the video in the link and laugh at how cute our director JJ Johnston is.oopshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16276438399372217041noreply@blogger.com0Houston, TX, USA29.7601927 -95.36938959999997728.878513700000003 -96.660283099999972 30.6418717 -94.078496099999981tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4943723354205520714.post-8599102547692363782013-08-13T15:41:00.002-07:002013-08-13T15:41:58.873-07:00Houston Day 816 (Australia Day 14): Dance of the Sugar-Plum Corporate Professionals<h2>
Dance Class Teaching Workers How to Figure It Out</h2>
I wrote this piece recently for Hope Stone - very interesting to look at the impact of dance on the lives of people who are not professional dancers. (Boise readers - there's a link to a fascinating piece of work that's happening in your city!)<br />
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<br />oopshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16276438399372217041noreply@blogger.com0Ballarat VIC, Australia-37.5636495 143.8671868-37.966445 143.22173980000002 -37.160853999999993 144.5126338tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4943723354205520714.post-63416292681796986322013-08-09T15:13:00.000-07:002013-08-09T15:13:01.890-07:00Houston Day 812 (Australia Day 10) - dance of the after-school performing arts<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody>
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It seems my entire family live in a whirl of extracurricular performing arts programs. Not just my nieces and nephews, who take such courses (Luke, my oldest nephew, is obsessed with theatre atm - YES!), but my sisters, who teach them.<br />
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Yesterday I spent some of the day visiting my old school, where Sarah is Head of Music, helping out with her VCE Music class and the Middle School musical rehearsal. Her work environment is busy, beautiful, and never-ceasing. I don't quite know how she does it, but she was obviously born into this job. Toward the end of the school day I visited Ballarat North Primary to watch my 7yo niece Imogen's class perform a piece about dinosaurs in their school assembly. Her job was the make the brachiosaurus prop eat the tree prop. She was very proud and did it perfectly. I also went to watch her after-school swimming class, and hung out with my dad, who happens to be visiting Australia at the same time as I am. If you were to check in with any of us around three-thirty, you would have observed us performing the following intricate dance:<br />
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<li>Mum's track: leave Imogen's assembly and go home.</li>
<li>Dad's track: leave Imogen's assembly with Imogen and her brother Paddy and take them to their house for afternoon tea.</li>
<li>Claire's track: leave Imogen's assembly, check in with her kids about heading home with Dad, then go to meet her piano students, who had their exams.</li>
<li>My track: leave Imogen's assembly, wait outside Imogen's school for Sarah and head to the College Middle School musical rehearsal.</li>
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<li>Sarah's track (by far the most complicated, as always): leave her own school, pick me up from Imogen's school, pick her own kids up from their school, and take us all back to College for Middle School musical rehearsal.</li>
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Then the rehearsal finished and Sarah looked at me blankly, saying "All day I was just aiming to get us all to this point. I have no idea what happens next." and then we headed to Claire's.<br />
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Today I get to watch 7yo Emma's ballet class and tonight I go see Claire playing trumpet for the Ballarat Academy of Performing Arts' production of <em>42nd Street</em>. I am having a lovely time.oopshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16276438399372217041noreply@blogger.comBallarat VIC, Australia-37.5636495 143.8671868-37.966445 143.22173980000002 -37.160853999999993 144.5126338tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4943723354205520714.post-75766684324676691562013-08-05T17:54:00.000-07:002013-08-05T17:54:40.431-07:00Houston Day 808 (Australia Day 6)Fantastic things have been happening in my world. The Hope Stone blog is taking off, and I would love you to read our latest post at <a href="http://hopestoneinc.org/every-summer-has-a-story/">http://hopestoneinc.org/every-summer-has-a-story/</a>. It'll help you understand some of the awesome things that happen at my side job!<br />
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I'm in Australia right now visiting my family. It's been such a special time. I'm writing from my dear friends Ray and Cheryl's house, which will always be home to me because they were our landlords before we moved. We had a fantastic dinner last night with a bunch of friends, and right now I'm listening to the lovely Sass' radio show <a href="http://joy.org.au/standupstraight/" target="_blank">Stand Up Straight</a> before I get to visit the radio station tonight!<br />
And right before I came to Australia Lucas and I spent a week in Minnesota with his family. So much special family time! We played golf (regular-sized and mini), had dinners, played poker, swam and boated in the gorgeous lakes, visited Lake Superior, and generally had a good time. I love being a part of the Buchanan family and getting to call this dock one of my homes.<br />
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This is research for a piece for <a href="http://hopestoneinc.org/" target="_blank">Hope Stone</a> about working 9-5ers who also take dance class. Please answer the questions in the comments below!<br />
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oopshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16276438399372217041noreply@blogger.com0Houston, TX, USA29.7601927 -95.36938959999997728.878513700000003 -96.660283099999972 30.6418717 -94.078496099999981tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4943723354205520714.post-754807263283436132013-07-06T07:54:00.001-07:002013-07-06T07:54:34.193-07:00Houston Day 777 - a quiet Saturday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3bESVz4QdNyojY327t77TFPGSqZx0ILtyJ5g-XUkwpuNqICzxHO4pzZr2lMygPog_-K1qgVNeCgXGaFl0L9zkSCxbCxVYk7wt6MHBcdpVW-R2-5UgijuxSx5hAiyURSe4dmsDGaMy78bG/s1600/2012-06-01+19.21.16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3bESVz4QdNyojY327t77TFPGSqZx0ILtyJ5g-XUkwpuNqICzxHO4pzZr2lMygPog_-K1qgVNeCgXGaFl0L9zkSCxbCxVYk7wt6MHBcdpVW-R2-5UgijuxSx5hAiyURSe4dmsDGaMy78bG/s200/2012-06-01+19.21.16.jpg" width="200" /></a>It's a quiet Saturday morning here. Lucas is still asleep. The many birds who visit our backyard are singing. Tell you what, I never really cared about backyards until I moved into this house and now I don't think I could live without one! I also didn't care much for animals growing up but Lucas is showing me the joy of noticing interesting birds and lizards and raccoons and squirrels as they visit our yard (and dig up our plants).<br />
<a href="http://www.accentpros.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/How-To-Speak-Like-an-American.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="199" src="http://www.accentpros.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/How-To-Speak-Like-an-American.jpg" width="200" /></a>I have been very diligent the past two weeks since Macbeth finished at keeping busy working at home. Yesterday I spent hours working through my <i>Speaking American</i> dialect-training book. Thanks to that book, I have mastered all the individual technical sound shifts necessary to speak convincingly as an American. Now I'm working on intonation, which is very confusing to me, mostly just because I haven't paid much attention to it before.<br />
We also spent a lot of yesterday hanging out with Nick and Bekah, and also trying to book our upcoming holiday to Minnesota. Turns out we've picked the weekend some giant festival is on in Duluth and most of the state's accommodation is either a) crappy, b) expensive, c) far away from where we want to be, or d) booked out.<br />
Today is our last quiet Saturday at home before lots of travel - to Austin, Minnesota (if we can ever get there) and Australia. We'll be going to see a show tonight by a company I've heard a lot about - Landing Theatre - but never seen in action. And tomorrow I'm taking Lucas on a surprise date. Sh! Don't tell him what we're doing!oopshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16276438399372217041noreply@blogger.com0Houston, TX, USA29.7601927 -95.36938959999997728.878513700000003 -96.660283099999972 30.6418717 -94.078496099999981tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4943723354205520714.post-75565030328016041172013-07-03T08:04:00.000-07:002013-07-03T08:04:36.054-07:00Houston Day 774 - auditions and heartbreak (and blogging and pools)<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Whew. Just finished a run of seven <a href="http://anaustralianintexas.blogspot.com/p/auditions.html" target="_blank">auditions</a> in four days. Four of them were first-round, the others were callbacks for <a href="http://classicaltheatre.org/events/onstage/hamlet" target="_blank"><i>Hamlet</i></a>; <i><a href="http://www.ensemblehouston.com/season/seasonlineup13.html" target="_blank">By the Way, Meet Vera Stark</a> </i>and <a href="http://mainstreettheater.com/youththeater/giver.html" target="_blank"><i>The Giver</i></a>. I love auditioning, as I've mentioned before, but this weekend really wore me down! The nervous energy and crashes both got bigger, like spikes on a graph. The most enjoyable audition was the <i>Hamlet</i> callback; I was late and stressed out and fluttersy but then I turned around and my beautiful friend Jeff (who played Banquo in <i>Macbeth</i>) was there and it turned out we were reading together - we were being considered for Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. We had a blast.<br />
I'm also struggling with the possibility that I might not get cast in anything, and working through (again) the age-old question of why I pursue this even though it breaks my heart. And the answer is, because I love it, and because to me excellent theatre is one of the most exquisitely beautiful things in the world, and because the longing and the heart-breaking are somehow all a necessary part of it.<br />
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When not at auditions, I've been working at home, either preparing for said auditions, or writing for Hope Stone. The <a href="http://hopestoneinc.org/arts-teacher-training/" target="_blank">latest blog post</a> is about Hope Stone's teacher training days, which I took in Houston last year, and which just ran in New Orleans. I haven't been to New Orleans yet, but I'm enjoying developing an e-lationship with the staff at the Hope Stone there.<br />
I'm also keeping social and doing a pretty good job at fending off those post-show blues. Jeff and I had a drink after our <i>Hamlet </i>callback, and I caught up with Matt, another <i>Macbeth</i>er yesterday at Onion Creek - love it that he is as intense as I am and loves to just talk solidly for an hour about the meaning/s of life. Leslie is moving house soon so we'll help her with that, and the Nickerbekahs are coming over for fourth of July celebrations tomorrow. (Let's not look too deeply into what I am celebrating - it's probably not American independence, and maybe just the fact that everyone has the day off, and that we have access to Scott and Maggie's pool.)<br />
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oopshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16276438399372217041noreply@blogger.comHouston, TX, USA29.7601927 -95.36938959999997728.878513700000003 -96.660283099999972 30.6418717 -94.078496099999981tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4943723354205520714.post-84167024003463338732013-06-21T12:02:00.000-07:002013-06-21T12:02:03.539-07:00Houston Day 762 - first Hope blog of the yearI am transitioning into the type of blogger who has deadlines and pay checks :) And I love it!<br />
My latest post is <a href="http://hopestoneinc.org/the-year-of-balance/" target="_blank">HERE!</a>oopshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16276438399372217041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4943723354205520714.post-72365606949590479472013-06-12T05:53:00.000-07:002013-06-12T05:53:11.662-07:00Houston Day 753 - listlessnessAnd more ennui is setting in now that I found out I didn't get a callback from the audition I went to last night. As my sister used to say, "I am without a list". I know it may have nothing to do with the skill with which I auditioned (even before the audition I wasn't convinced of my "rightness" for either of the female roles up for grabs), but it's always hard not to take it a little personally. And, actually, more than that, the issue is mostly that there's always this excitement and possibility around an audition - it would be really fun to have a project on the boil, and there was a reason I went to this particular one - and then that gets damped down. Oh well, I had fun getting to read with a couple of great actors, and it was good practice at cold reading with my American accent. And, now I'm free tonight to go to a concert with Lucas. It's a singer-songwriter from Texas named <a href="http://sarahjarosz.com/" target="_blank">Sarah Jarosz</a>. Should be fun.<br />
The weather here is getting ridiculously hot, and I can't seem to find a good day to visit the beach, despite all my sitting-around-at-home-watching-Torchwood time. BUT we have some travel plans in the offing, so I'll just have to get excited about that instead. Don't be a child, Amy. You can deal with no excitement for a couple of days.oopshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16276438399372217041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4943723354205520714.post-38080205551250322032013-06-11T06:32:00.000-07:002013-06-11T06:32:28.480-07:00Houston Day 752 - here's to this lady who lunches<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Things are pretty quiet around here right now. Still getting used to post-<i>School-Bus </i>life. Feels weird to have<span id="goog_674599260"></span><span id="goog_674599261"></span> my self-set schedule be the only thing that's getting me out of bed. I'm spending my days going to yoga, taking myself out to lunch, preparing for the half-dozen <a href="http://anaustralianintexas.blogspot.com/p/auditions.html" target="_blank">auditions </a>I have over the next few weeks, and watching "Torchwood". Evenings are still pretty busy, with shows and time with Lucas and social time. <i>Macbeth</i> is going great guns and I'm having a blast. And Dad is coming over from London this weekend to see it! I love living only a ten-hour flight from him.<br />
You can read some reviews and articles on <i>Macbeth</i> here:<br />
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<li><a href="http://www.chron.com/entertainment/arts-theater/article/Houston-features-headlineStark-Naked-Theatre-does-4585420.php" target="_blank">Houston Chronicle review (inc some photos of me!)</a></li>
<li><a href="http://houston.broadwayworld.com/article/BWW-Reviews-Stark-Naked-Theatres-MACBETH-is-Gloriously-Breathtaking-20130608" target="_blank">Broadway World review</a></li>
<li><a href="http://blog.chron.com/criticscritic/2013/06/stark-nakeds-macbeth-is-largely-forgettable-production/" target="_blank">Another Houston Chronicle review that's not so positive (I don't know what on earth he means about Kim's accent)</a></li>
<li><a href="http://blogs.houstonpress.com/artattack/2013/05/macbeth.php" target="_blank">Houston Press interview with Philip Lehl, Kim Tobin and David Matranga</a></li>
<li><a href="http://artsandculturehouston.com/deep-in-the-marrow/" target="_blank">Arts + Culture interview with Philip and Kim</a> </li>
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<br />oopshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16276438399372217041noreply@blogger.com2Houston, TX, USA29.7601927 -95.36938959999997728.878513700000003 -96.660283099999972 30.6418717 -94.078496099999981tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4943723354205520714.post-9376234517173960082013-06-06T08:47:00.000-07:002013-06-06T08:47:46.895-07:00Houston Day 747 - Three Reasons I'm Better Than You<h2>
Reasons I'm Better Than You, Or, The Superior Expat </h2>
Gosh, May just fell off the blog radar. Too much time in theaters playing Ms Frizzle and witches to find the energy to blog!<br />
<a href="http://i2.esmas.com/2012/12/11/457164/miss-australia-691x552.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="159" src="http://i2.esmas.com/2012/12/11/457164/miss-australia-691x552.jpg" width="200" /></a>But during May, I also caught myself playing the role of the Superior Expat a lot. If you haven't met these wonderful people, you should know that they're the ones who show up in the following situations. You're standing around the water-cooler (or tour van, or theater lobby), just shooting the breeze, talking about your friend's schooling, or the current state of politics, or your favorite food, or whatever, and the Superior <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Expatriate" target="_blank">Expat</a> reveals themselves. They take off their hood of silence (which you preferred), clear their throat, prepare you for some weighty contribution to the conversation, which turns out to be:<br />
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Well, none of these problems would happen in my home country.</blockquote>
And they're off.<br />
I know the Superior Expat is annoying when she shows up a bit too frequently, especially without taking the time to appreciate the country she <i>chose to move to</i>, but in my defence, here are a few reasons why my country is better than yours.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Our Prime Minister<span style="font-size: xx-small;">: </span>I actually do think she's a classy bird</span></i></td></tr>
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Homesickness. </h3>
It's as simple as
that. <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=matt%2012%3A34&version=KJV" target="_blank">"Out of the fulness of the heart, the mouth speaks"</a>, and if I
keep in the forefront of my mind how <a href="http://anaustralianintexas.blogspot.com/p/english-around-world.html" target="_blank">bogan</a> our classy Prime Minister's
accent is ("woi the Ustrailian poiple"), how beautiful the Great Ocean
Road looks on a sunny day, and how glorious it is that I don't have to
worry about medical bills thanks to Medicare for every Australian
citizen, I won't forget who I am or where my home and the people I love
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Tall Poppy Syndrome. </h3>
Australians have a special place of hatred reserved for those who are, or claim to be, or are perceived to be claiming to be, better than them. (US readers: The name comes from the desire to cut down a poppy that is taller than the rest so that the field looks even. It probably comes from our convict past.) So when I talk to Americans who, perhaps because they travel less than Australians (partly because they can't afford to without that socialised economy), think that their government/society/economy/ideology is the best/only/bees'-knees way of running things, I cannot help myself. I cut down that giant poppy and stuff it in my mailbox. <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">“Patriotism is, fundamentally, a conviction that a particular country is the best in the world because you were born in it." - George B<span style="font-size: small;">ernard Shaw</span></span></h1>
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And yes, I know that it's working both ways. I'm just showing my patriotism by cutting down yours. It's the Australian way. (Or, as Julia Gillard might put it, "the Ustrailian woiaey".) </li>
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It's the Thing I Have to Offer. </h3>
I learned pretty quickly that as a foreigner, often your defining characteristic is that you are a foreigner. (My name to some employees both at Houston City Dance and at Houston Grand Opera is "Miss Australia".) It can mean that you are perceived as interesting and exotic and sexy, or it can just mean that you have no idea about those old commercials/children's storybooks/quintessential American experiences that the conversation is revolving around. It can also mean that you don't know how to order in certain chain restaurants (something I'm still having trouble with). So in order to either play up to my exotic foreigner image, or just keep up with the conversation, I have to resort to telling you about the Kellogg's Crunchy Nut ads/Blinky Bill/gap years working in a London pub (which I never even did).</li>
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<a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/be/BlinkyBill.JPG/200px-BlinkyBill.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/b/be/BlinkyBill.JPG/200px-BlinkyBill.JPG" width="153" /></a>So please forgive me if I play the Superior Expat a little too often, and I will try to learn to just appreciate this great country a little more. Especially given that we've just decided to stay here at least another three years, during which time I will have the opportunity to become an American citizen, with all the bitching rights (I mean, freedom of speech) that entails. Enfranchisement, here I come!<br />
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P.S. <a href="http://starknakedtheatre.com/tickets.html" target="_blank">Macbeth</a> has its preview show on tonight! Come out and support great theatre in Houston!oopshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16276438399372217041noreply@blogger.com1Houston, TX, USA29.7601927 -95.36938959999997728.878513700000003 -96.660283099999972 30.6418717 -94.078496099999981tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4943723354205520714.post-59677237260578091212013-04-29T13:15:00.000-07:002013-04-29T13:15:23.603-07:00Houston Day 709 - Hope Stone tech week Day 2!Almost 3pm. Lying on the couch, feeling terribly tired, watching <i>The West Wing </i>(was CJ the leak about the military space shuttle? We'll probably find out in an episode or two! God bless <a href="https://signup.netflix.com/?ca_source=gaw&ca_nw=g&ca_dev=c&ca_pl=&ca_pos=1t1&ca_cid=12623861&ca_agid=4352458404&ca_caid=92587884&ca_adid=18613506324&ca_chid=2001704&mqso=80033270&awmatchtype=e&awnetwork=g&awcreative=18613506324&awkeyword=netflix&awposition=1t1&awexpid=&gclid=CNO007rV8LYCFYOo4Aods3cAyg" target="_blank">Netflix</a>). 6.15am call time this morning, and a long drive to Cuero, TX, which is a beautiful little town. This afternoon we have Day 2 of Hope Stone tech week.<br />
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I've been struggling with motivation for teaching recently. Bekah very wisely suggested that it's because I've been working a lot this year so I'm pretty tired (Exhibit A, above), not necessarily because I'm doing a bad job or because I don't belong there.<br />
Anyway, this afternoon I'm contemplating what it means to be going this tech rehearsal. (I do that. I'm big on symbolism and I can't do most things without having a sense of what it means.) So...It means I'm telling these kids that I believe in them, that I treasure their stories and their work (<a href="http://hopestoneinc.org/lessons-in-theater-and-life/" target="_blank">not only in this circle, but also in your life</a>, hey?). It means I'm telling the Hope Stone community that I belong there. It means I'm telling <a href="http://hopestoneinc.org/hopestone-dance/jane-weiner/" target="_blank">Jane</a> that I believe in her vision of "art for all". Scariest of all, it means I'm telling myself that I believe in my own creativity. So let's get our ass off the couch, Amy, and go help some kids make art.oopshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16276438399372217041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4943723354205520714.post-38891219463599714322013-04-26T05:56:00.002-07:002013-04-26T05:56:58.204-07:00Houston Day 706 - meals, Macbeth and Magic School Bus<h2>
Meals, Macbeth and Magic School Bus</h2>
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plus Meisner and meditation and more of what's in my life right now...</h3>
Thanks to the people who continued the discussion on facebook from my last post. From what you both said, I am beginning to think that there's something in this "discipline sets you free" idea. I also had a good chat with the Magic School Bus girls that day. The more times you load in a show to a new venue, the quicker you get at it; however our shorter load-in time is not reflected in our call times, so we often have either a really leisurely load-in or a lot of spare time to just hang out in costume. So we had about twenty minutes up our sleeve the other day in which I invited the girls to share their experiences with diets with me, which led to a really great chat. And what they said reminded me of two things: that what you see usually isn't the whole story, and being nice to yourself can go a long way.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Advertising came out this week -<br />I'm pretty damn excited about this show!</td></tr>
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Most of yesterday was a pretty brilliant day, and I'm trying to figure out why I had so much energy. Maybe it was the extra twenty minutes of sleep, maybe it was meditation before leaving for work, maybe it was feeling buoyed up by the first of our Meisner sessions a few of us are conducting at my house, working through Larry Silverberg's "The Meisner Approach" workbook. We had two Magic School Bus shows that I really enjoyed, I went home and went straight to "Macbeth school" (i.e., my desk, where I sit with my laptop and Ashley's Riverside Shakespeare and do some pretty disciplined work on text preparation), I hung out outside and enjoyed the beautiful spring weather, and then had my last class with the Hope Stone teens before we head into tech week. We also caught up with some friends at a restaurant we hadn't been to before to see a friend's son play guitar in the courtyard. Today is back to Macbeth school, with a coffee break with the Zeteo pastor around 2pm, and going to see a show tonight to kick off the weekend. I think I'm going to try what one of the School Bussers suggested, and take a food journal that isn't just a record of what I eat, but how it's connected to what I feel. I suspect that being more in touch with myself spiritually will help, especially heading in to the next four weeks, which involve <a href="http://hopestoneinc.org/hopestone-dance/our-season/#simplify" target="_blank">Hope Stone tech week</a>, no less than forty-six Magic School Bus shows, and the beginning of Macbeth rehearsals. Goodbye, world, I'll see you at the other end!oopshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16276438399372217041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4943723354205520714.post-74686468163060093732013-04-24T04:25:00.000-07:002013-04-24T04:25:22.994-07:00Houston Day 704 - Fun (or not) with Calories<h2>
Fun (or not) with Calories, or, Diets Ahoy</h2>
I'm not sure whether this is an Australia v America experience, or if it's just the time in my life, but I seem to be surrounded by people on diets. The <a href="http://thepaleodiet.com/#" target="_blank">paleo diet</a> is a big thing, as is calorie-counting, but also there just seem to be a whole lot of people on an eternal quest to change their bodies, and once that change has been effected, watch over it with an iron rule.<br />
I totally get it, coz I'm on that quest too, and people should (and will) do whatever makes them happy. But I really long for a sense of freedom that I often don't see in these dieters - actual freedom, which to me means freedom from the habit of overdoing either end of the spectrum, not just the freedom to eat yourself into a diabetic coma. I have no idea how to achieve that freedom, consistently, for a long period of time.oopshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16276438399372217041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4943723354205520714.post-54218565708980996582013-04-16T04:59:00.000-07:002013-04-16T04:59:02.909-07:00Houston Day 695 - an artistic expedition<br />
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The Woodlands Waterway Art Festival</h2>
This weekend just gone was my first weekend (almost) completely work-free since <i>Company </i>started in February. So Lucas planned a fun and full weekend for the two of us, including going to an art festival in The Woodlands. The Woodlands is a suburban outpost of Houston, which I've commented on <a href="http://anaustralianintexas.blogspot.com/2011/11/houston-day-169-busy-busy-busy.html" target="_blank">before</a>.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rick Loudermilk was the featured artist,<br />and his art was on all the signage</td></tr>
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The Art Festival was cool. The Waterway was lined with hundreds of booths set up by various visual artists, representing so many different media and different styles - it was so much fun to look and see what great creatives can do! We bought a couple of pieces - one from a Texas artist who is entertainingly named <a href="http://www.rickloudermilk.com/rickloudermilk.com/home.html" target="_blank">Rick Loudermilk</a>, and who was there with his wife (also a painter). Her style shares some similarities to his, which was interesting to see. The piece of his that we bought is a big, geometric, colorful picture of some flowers, in a similar style to the picture on the left.<br />
The other painting we bought is called "The Sea Conquest". Here is its description:<br />
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<span style="background-color: #333333; color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: -webkit-center;">The chubby girl put a fish on her head and a sea anemone on top of the fish. She doesn’t need to, but she is balancing on her tricycle, conquering the sea</span></blockquote>
The artist, Tanya Doskova, is from Bulgaria, and apparently her children pick on her for her English-language skills, but I think the way she writes is gorgeous and I love it that she doesn't express her potent, complex ideas in everyday Joe words. You can see the painting <a href="http://www.fineartoncanvas.com/gallery/fig%20art/The%20Sea%20Conquest.html" target="_blank">here</a>, and it's well worth looking through the rest of her <a href="http://fineartoncanvas.com/gallery2.html" target="_blank">online gallery</a> as well. Make sure you click on the pictures to read the descriptions!<br />
So we had a lovely day looking at different kinds of art, and brought home two paintings and some sunburn. A good day, all in all.<br />
oopshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16276438399372217041noreply@blogger.com0The Woodlands, TX, USA30.1658207 -95.46126249999997530.0559932 -95.622623999999973 30.275648200000003 -95.299900999999977tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4943723354205520714.post-9397591891363393412013-04-11T08:54:00.000-07:002013-04-11T08:54:08.338-07:00Houston Day 691 - The Extrovert's Confession<br />
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The Extrovert's Confession </h2>
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over the weeks we warm up.
the more stories are shared the more we have ties and memories and
things that link us to each other. and I
make her smile, and she told you something you didn’t know before, and we
giggle. we all bubble over with these stories,
these facts, that we are so proud to own.
we stand on each other’s shoulders to see how we can be funnier, louder,
sparklier. and quicker, and quicker, we
laugh too loud, there’s no time to hear.
we cut each other down in this scrabble to the limelight that our souls
are so greedy for. and it shines on our
face and we ride that joy all the way home.
but sometimes we get bitter, even when we win, because cutting each
other down just hurt a bit too much today.</blockquote>
I wrote this recently while I was figuring out some stuff. Please note that it's about me trying to identify the ways in which I hurt and offend people; I'm not trying to spew passive aggression all over the internet in an attempt to punish someone else for hurting me. I participate in situations like this all the time, and go home wondering why it feels so wrong.<br />
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oopshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16276438399372217041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4943723354205520714.post-20590011914699515262013-04-07T07:51:00.001-07:002013-04-07T07:51:39.510-07:00Houston Day 687 - little adventures<blockquote class="tr_bq">
I love to travel, it's true!<br />I love a change of venue,<br />A change of menu,<br />The feeling when you<br />Meet with something strange.<br />I love to travel.<br />I love a challenge,<br />I love change.</blockquote>
- "I Love to Travel" from <i>The Frogs</i> (Sondheim)<br />
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Little Adventures</h2>
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I only just realised over the past few days that my attitude to trying new things has changed since we've moved. Before, it was like I had two invisible lists in my head, one titled <i>Things That Amy Does</i> and the other titled something like <i>Things That Are Not Really Amy's Cup of Tea</i>, and I knew pretty instinctively which list an activity belonged to, even if I'd never tried it before. Going to theatre shows? Something Amy does comfortably. Bungee jumping? Definitely on the second list.</div>
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But since emigrating, the lists haven't disappeared entirely, but they've faded a bit, or at least are open to reassignment. I'm pretty sure that's partly due to the unavailability of many activities on the <i>Things That Amy Does</i> list (you try finding a Melbourne-style coffee shop in Texas: it's possible, but you have to know where to look), and partly due to being forced to make things my cup of tea that previously weren't (e.g., driving on the right-hand side of the road). I've realised how much joy is possible by looking for little adventures, both with Lucas and on my own!</div>
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So the adventure we went on yesterday was mountain-bike riding. I'm totally rubbish on a bike, and the last time I rode a mountain bike was when I was fourteen on an Outdoor Ed trip through the Grampians, and I was pretty rubbish then too. But we scored some good bikes from a colleague of Lucas' who was dumping a bunch of stuff before being transferred to Malaysia, so yesterday we went to Collins Park in northwest Houston in the glorious spring sunshine and I (pretty terrified) took to the trails. I have the bruises to prove it! Going downhill is much more fun than going uphill, but I shall learn! </div>
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