Hello from Lansing. Lots has happened since the last post. We open Mooglow tonight, after a week of audience-attended dress-rehearsals and performances. We have had a standing ovation every night from these audiences. I was amused to find, today in a local metro-times-esque publication I read while dining at a Mexican restaurant, that Wednesday's "Dress Rehearsal" was a theater party put on by the housing commision here in Lansing, well advertised... It cost $30 to attend (20 of which was tax-deductable) and there was fancy food there. Hell if I knew... Oh well. That night was a full-house. A house full of laughers. Very encouraging.
So, we closed Anne Frank. It was an odd year to be in the show; it just seemed to be full of complaints and it never really set in. Maybe part of it for me was the fact that it was sandwiched in between Moonglow runs. But I'm happy to be back with the Moonglow cast, even if I have to travel a lot on the road to do the show. I've been staying at Marjorie's place on the weekends, but during the week I carpool (we have performances Weds-Sun) because I have day jobs.
Today I felt inspired, during my day-long break, to look up parks around here and go for a nice walk. I found the Fenner Nature Center, which was a lot like walking around Rotary Park in Livonia (though with less graffiti--how does one spell that word?), but nice all the same. It was similar to Rotary in the way that I would walk for a while until I hit civilization and then turn around and walk in another direction. It was pretty cold and cloudy, but nice to have time to just think and notice things. I noticed these weird spikey cocoons hanging from the bare branches of a tree near a farmhouse. They were hollow white things, with openings at the bottoms that seemed to be for two creatures to break through. I also found a totem pole that was replicated by a fourteen year old boy (replicated from Native Americans from the Pacific Northwest and then donated to Lansing). There are weird and wonderful things to notice, I was reminded today. If only I could remember to keep my eye out for them or to take advantage of opportunities to seek them out.
Last weekend my brother(s) were in town for the East Lansing Film Festival. I saw 21 carbs (again) and enjoyed it (again). I also saw a disturbing documentary called "Fat Boy" about dieting. I think it broke something in me, because I've noticed that I've wanted to be healthier since I saw it. I think I actually have been a bit healthier, if only a tad. The next evening, I saw some movie that I can't remember the name of--Marty worked on it. It was a suspense film that turned out to be a little on the goofy side. But after that film, I saw Charlie Don't Shake at a party for the festival participants, and they were fantastic. I'm looking forward to seeing them play again.
The notable occurance of the week was, after my cell-phone past-away (still wondering why this happened), I woke up on Saturday morning, got in my van to go to rehearsal, and noticed that the battery was dead because I left the dome-light on for nine hours. Bravo for me. So I was stuck in Marjorie's subdivision with no phone and no friends (marj was in Grand Rapids). I ended up using the phone in the welcome center here, and getting a hold of Sailor Steve, who picked me up and later gave the car a jump. I bought him dinner in gratitude. I'm happy that I didn't flip out too much at being stranded.
My overall sentiment has been heavy, lately. It seems that there are a lot of people going through hard times. For one of them, I wrote this poem:
Will you go crazy? You can
Paint your pain; streaks
Across the wall of your composure.
Will you go crazy? You can
Scream your frustration, a sword
Slicing the flesh of your disappointment.
Will you go crazy? You can
Cry, alone or exposed, waves
Along the beach of your betrayal.
Will you go crazy? You can
Sing, washed in wonder, buckled
In your rolling haven.
Will you go crazy? You can
Go crazy. You can go crazy.
You can.
On a final note, I was pretty disturbed this week about the protest at MacKenzie HS in Detroit on Wednesday. Between 120-200 students walked out of class and marched down the street chanting (according to the Det. News) "No Books, No School." They walked out because there weren't enough text books, the bathrooms were disgusting, and they didn't want to wear uniforms. Obviously, it's the first two reasons that have got me disturbed... I guess the protest got out of hand (the kids marched in the street, the Freepress says a bottle was thrown, and there was swearing). 32 kids were arrested because of this--those under 17 had $500 fines sent to their parents. Those over 17 were taken to jail. I am upset because any child in a DPS could walk out at any time for a number of good reasons. Who will stand up for the Detroit Students, who want a fair education like any one else would? I wish I could do something...
Well, that's all for now. Thanks for staying with me, if you read the entire post.
