“What I would find in your bag”
The contents of my bag varies hugely, depending on what I’ve got on that day.
So, because I’ve got a show on my mind, I’ve picked my standard “going to rehearsal” pile of crap.
A fairly succinct summary of the stuff you'd find in my bag for a show
Pens, markers and pencils
Ruler & highlighters
Gaffer & Lekkie tape
Mini-screwdriver set, selection of screws
String & thin rope
Paperclips & Rubber Bands
Bobby-pins, hair ties & a comb
Mini first aid kit, inhaler & aspirin
USB to mini USB converter, USB hub, Apple data cable, AUX cable, LAN cable
Candy, crackers and muesli
Phone (Stopwatch, torch, internet, voice recorder, games)
Spare black t-shirt, socks & stockings
MP3 Player & headphones
The hardest part of being a Stage Manager is picking which things you think you’re going to need that day. Sometimes it turns out that a hammer would have been a great idea, most of the time you’ll know in advance if you’re going to need it.
Dan, however, doesn’t have these problems! Check out his short list here.
Ms Sofie has a rather special post, although not in the good way. Read her post over here.
And I’ve no idea where Briony is, I’m going to blame the snow and give her the benefit of the doubt for now. Hopefully she’ll be back into the swing tomorrow, once the snow in Welly has settled down.
(Pfft, you know what helps? Remembering to POST your post before getting distracted by geekery)
“Something you crave for a lot”
Group hug time before we hit the road for my move up to Auckland for Uni. Nino is all of the confused.
Ohai interwebs! So nice of you to work for me today!! (The wireless connection at Mum’s is a bit shit, unfortunately)
“Plans/Dreams/Goals that you have”
There’s so many things that I want to do!
So I guess I’ll pick three. One short term, one somewhere in the middle and one long term.
Survive the next 4 months of study, doing well enough to get offered a place in a Masters program of my choosing. Preferably an overseas one with a full scholarship but getting accepted will suffice. Continue reading
“How you found out about blogging and why you made one”
Even now I usually have a sketchpad/journal & a pen on me. This shot's from our epic New Years detour. It was amazing.
As a child I wasn’t the sort to go out and rough house with the neighbourhood kids, mostly because there weren’t any my own age but also because I loved living in my own world. A world reached by losing myself in a story, be it a book or one of my own devising.
So, naturally, I kept journals. Writing for hours on end about everything I’d seen, heard or experienced that day. Or fanciful tales. Either were just as valid.
As I got older I didn’t write as much about what I’d observed or invented, I wrote more about how I felt and what had happened.
One day I came home from football training to find my Mum sitting on the floor of my bedroom, reading my journal.
I had, stupidly, left it sitting on my desk in the morning instead of hiding it away. There were some heated words exchanged and I vowed never to keep a paper journal again.
So I didn’t. I registered with LiveJournal (after googling “online journal”) and posted to my little hearts content on there. Continue reading
“Another photo of you and your friends”
Me (in the black) and Rara (with the scarf) pulling faces at Fox, with the rest of the boys in the background.
This one is a picture of some of the loons I’ve fallen in with in Auckland.
We had a Noir evening at my flat to celebrate the release of LA Noir. Complete with ambient jazz music, delicious nibbles and the terribly swanky clothing. After a few drinks and a few hours of playing, someone decided that our cheese platter wasn’t enough and that we should head to the nearest Denny’s.
Unfortunately I made the mistake of piping up with “I’ve never been to Denny’s” Continue reading
Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad
The problem with this one lies in the fact that it assumes there’s only one song for each of these emotions… Oh dear.
Or, probably more problematic, is assuming that there is rhyme and/or reason to my musical selections.
To give you an idea, my last 5 songs on my playlist are:
My favoured choice of music when I'm upset is to write my own or return to old favourites.
5) Steriogram – Be Good To Me
4) Deadmau5 – Cthulu Sleeps
3) Tequila Mockingbird – Everything’s Not Alright
2) Us As Robots – The Sunshine Deluge
1) Amanda Palmer – Oasis
By genre that would be: Punk-rock, electronica, country, pop-rock, alternative bubblegum-pop.
My favourite artist at the moment, however, would have to be Ms Amanda Fucking Palmer. Continue reading
“Something you’re proud of in the past few days”
I’m rather proud that I’ve managed to keep this blog a day thing up for longer than a week, I’ve had a lot of trouble with continuing projects recently. Which means that I’ve got a bunch of half-finished things and roughly sketched ideas. So hopefully I’ll be able to carry this through to other things.
The view from the lookout over to one of the falls, there's another just to the right of where we're standing.
Of course having Sofishie and Briony doing this with me has also been a great incentive, I’ve loved trading comments with them and cheering each other on.
Another thing I’m really proud of is also pretty mundane. We went out for a short tramp today in the Waitakere’s, to the Mokoroa Falls lookout then down the stupidly steep track to the stream.
And yes, I do mean stupidly steep. There were parts when it felt like we were nearly vertical going down and it was even worse heading back up! Continue reading