"His best. Time may show it to be the best single piece of any of us, I mean his and my contemporaries. This time, he discovered God, a Creator. Until now, his men and women had made themselves, shaped themselves out of their own clay; their victories and defeats were at the hands of each other, just to prove to themselves or one another how tough they could be. But this time, he wrote about pity: about something somewhere that made them all: the old man who had to catch the fish and then lose it, the fish that had to be caught and then lost, the sharks which had to rob the old man of his fish; made them all and loved them all and pitied them all. It’s all right. Praise God that whatever made and loves and pities Hemingway and me kept him from touching it any further."

William Faulkner reviewing 'The Old Man and The Sea' by Ernest Hemingway

"Resist much, obey little"

Walt Whitman.

So what is new? Well, finished work on 'The Streets Project' which has been nominated for 2 awards - awesome. May also transfer - also awesome. Was a pleasure and an honour to be on that one - it was really special.

Tomorrow I have a shift working on the followspot at 'Thriller Live' in the West End. Immensely more excited about this than scared which can only be a good thing right? Right? RIGHT?

Day job continues, after a fashion.

Not LARPed on a regular basis since I stopped being in charge of Fools and Heroes. I miss people though so when/if I get any free time I will hopefully come along and catch up with people. Not sure when I will get any free time!

It feels like lots of my life and personality have been chucked up into the air because of a decision I made recently. I am waiting to see where they fall, if they fall at all. It is partly liberating and partly terrifying and sometimes I feel so fragile and sad. I know, I know, no different from normal!

Still, my birthday is soon so that will be nice :)

#Without a sound, I step outside...

...Look around, step out into the night.
Without a word, I close the door,
On the world I was in before#.
'Streetlights' by Finn Anderson from 'The Streets Project'

Too much has happened since November to write here.

Worked on a show called 'A Dream Play' for my course. It was great, learnt a lot.

Currently working on 'The Streets Project' and back at the Cockpit Theatre.


Everything all at once

Moving soon so spending a lot of time packing. Work gets busier and busier. RENT draws closer and closer. Trying to manage time and space. Hopefully I will get through and can start ticking things off and be able to think about something new as I discussed in my last post.

Just so dang busy.


The Social Contract

"The notion of the social contract is that individuals unite into a society by a process of mutual consent, agreeing to abide by certain rules and to accept duties to protect one another from violence, fraud, or negligence."

One version of this is the opinion "that we gain civil rights in return for accepting the obligation to respect and defend the rights of others..."

We used to wait...

2011 so far.

Went to France for a week to learn to Ski. Didn't injure myself, nor did S. Skiing is awesome and I hope to go again sometime.

Came back and went straight into rehearsals for 'The Other roof'. Three shows done this week and made some new friends/industry contacts who might have more Stage Management opportunities for me.

Work is very busy.

Trying harder to keep in contact with people than last year.


"All in the golden afternoon...

Full leisurely we glide;
For both our oars, with little skill,
By little arms are plied,
While little hands make vain pretence
Our wanderings to guide.

Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour
Beneath such dreamy weather,
To beg a tale of breath too weak
To stir the tiniest feather!
Yet what can one poor voice avail
Against three tongues together?

Imperious Prima flashes forth
Her edict to begin it
In gentler tone Secunda hopes
"There will be nonsense in it!"
While Tertia interrupts the tale
Not more than once a minute.

Anon, to sudden silence won,
In fancy they pursue
The dream-child moving through a land
Of wonders wild and new,
In friendly chat with bird or beast --
And half believe it true.

And ever, as the story drained
The wells of fancy dry,
And faintly strove that weary one
To put the subject by,
;The rest next time' -- 'It is next time!'
The happy voices cry.

Thus grew the tale of Wonderland:
Thus slowly, one by one,
Its quaint events were hammered out
And now the tale is done,
And home we steer, a merry crew,
Beneath the setting sun.

Alice! a childish story take,
And with a gentle hand
Lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined
In Memory's mystic band,
Like pilgrim's wither'd wreath of flowers
Pluck'd in a far-off land."

Lewis Caroll from 'Alice in Wonderland'

"I was awoke at 6 o'clock...

...by Mamma, who told me the Archbishop of Canterbury and Lord Conyngham were here and wished to see me. I got out of bed and went into my sitting-room (only in my dressing gown) and alone, and saw them. Lord Conyngham then acquainted me that my poor Uncle, the King, was no more, and had expired at 12 minutes past 2 this morning, and consequently that I am Queen."

Queen Victoria, from her diary 20 June 1837. She was 18 years old.