I’ve had a new blog for about a week now. It’s just my little attempt to put something good into the world and to keep my head in the game. It’s on Blogspot because I wanted random people to have some opportunity to chance upon it. It’s here. I hope it can be of some use to someone.
I’ve been working on a website for Max Ink. It’s far from done, but some of the navigation is in place and a few things to look at. Go see Max!
I’ve decided to write 1000 words a day until my birthday this year. It shouldn’t be hard each day. The hardest thing will be finding the time to do it every day. Bird by bird, right?
I’d hate to be playing for the Denver Broncos right now. They’re getting routed. Ouch.
Acacia, my girlfriend of 5 years, and I are moving to Chicago in a year or so. That’s some big news. We’re really excited about it. I can’t wait to be in a bigger city with a bit more culture going on. I definitely don’t have anything against Columbus, but I’m pretty bored with it right now. A change will be invigorating and exhilarating.
Of course, the 3 or 4 people who actually check this will already know about our Chi-town aspirations, but I’m putting this here for anyone who wonders what I’m up to and tries to find me on the internet. Hi there.
I must be kind of bored. I’m writing to myself two days in a row. I guess to be a blogger, you have to get over the bizarre personal/public divide (or lack thereof) and just accept what you’re doing. I must accept the fact that I’m keeping track of stuff no one but me really cares about. I could do this on my computer, or on a piece of paper, and NOT post it to the world wide web for anyone who stumbles across it to read. But I choose instead to broadcast it. Here’s the 5:38 Slaybaugh news, for everyone who’s keeping tabs on me, me, and most importantly me.
I probably won’t ever get over that.
I did have something to say, but I now I feel like a jerk saying it.
And now the sincere part. I have some enthusiasm for a game. It’s been a few months since I was playing video games with any regularity, but I traded in a bunch yesterday for two new ones and one has me really, really excited. Shadow of the Colossus. Have you seen this thing? If not, go click the title back there. It’s sincerely the most amazing video game ever. I’ve never experienced anything like it. Last night, playing the very beginning of the game, I actually felt moved by it. MOVED! EMOTIONALLY! And not in a “wow-this-car-is-going-fast-that-gun-is-cool” kind of way. More in a “I-can’t-believe-what-I’m-doing-here-and-how-overwhelming-this-is” kind of way.
Do I have a blog now? Someone told me this is a blog, that makes me a blogger. Shit, I thought it was just a way to kill time.
Okay, so here’s a real blog post.
I quit my theatre company last night. I founded it just under 4 years ago, and last night I quit. It’s really complicated, but the bottom line is that I’ve been unhappy with it and I’m planning to end-up in Chicago soon anyway. So why drag out the inevitable? We were good, though. I made us a pretty cool website, too.
NOTE: That website don’t work no more. Check this one.
We’re on our way home now. Dave’s driving, our ETA, according to the GPS, is 12:41am, GMT.
We had a fantastic trip, but I’m exhausted and ready to rest.
I realize I never wrote about the Richard Foreman show. Let me correct that very quickly.
It was horrible. It was the worst thing I’ve ever seen. It was total bullshit. I absolutely hated it, from the moment it started.
Which is too bad. I was really looking forward to it. And when we got there, and saw the amazing set it this tiny church space, and Richard Foreman was actually there, I was pumped-up and read for something amazing. But, no dice.
Okay, onto other things.
We made a couple stops after the Bodies exhibit. We walked down to Battery Park and walked around a bit, took a couple of pictures. Then we walked up to Ground Zero. It’s a big hole in the ground now. All fenced off. They have conceptual drawings of what it will look like, and it will be rather nice. The “footprints” of the Towers will be made into huge pools fed by waterfalls. They will be surrounded by a forest of oak trees. It’ll be peaceful.
They also have posters illustrating the history of the site and the Towers. Then there’s a timeline of 9.11.01.
I’ll be straight. I cried a bit. It was harrowing, despite the seeming plainness of the experience of standing outsidea big fence looking at what is now, eseentially, a construaction site. But somehow, it got to me.
Well, after that we walked to Dave’s car and drove to Krista’s office with Theatre for a New Audience, in the Archives Building.
And we’re off. On to tomorrow.
Holy crap! I just saw a bunch of dissected dead people! Seriously. We went to Bodies: The Exhibition at the South Street Seaport. It was absolutely amazing, and strangely moving. I’m still dealing with it, but here are some highlights.
- A spinal cord laid out in a case, complete with brain and eyes.
- The entire circulatory system, standing up in human form.
- Fetal growth examples, starting at 2 weeks. You should see the bone development at 15 weeks, it’s remarkable. Did you know we each spent 30 minutes as a single cell.
- Cancer of the penis. Just as horrible as it sounds.
- I got to hold a brain. It was heavy (8 pounds).
- I got to pick up a bone. It was strong (6 times stronger than steel).
- I got to feel a muscle. It was fiberous (like beef jerky).
- They cut a body longways (head-to-toe) into five pieces.
And they were are real. Real people, who donated their bodies before they died. Some were diseased or malformed people, some were perfectly normal. Word is they have 800 people on tap to be dissected for the continuation of the project.
One odd thing is that the only women in the exhibit were there as examples of obesity and pregnancy; the implication being that women are just fat or have babies. I don’t know if I’d protest like that, but it was odd.
Anyway, see it if you ever can. It was utterly amazing. Even Gene Simmons digs it! (A link.)
Holy crap! I’m online at Dunkin Donuts! On 2nd Ave. And we just saw Richard Foreman! In person! And we’re going to the Ontological Theatre! Where Robert Wilson got his start too! Holy crap! I had two mochas at the Pink Pony! Yeah!
I need to calm down. I’m going to have a donut. That should help.