Monday, January 4 & Tuesday, January 5

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In 1993, I spent the year writing in a blank datebook from 1954. Now, in 2010, I'm posting each page on the web and writing about it. You may want to start at the beginning.

January 4-5

I was a theater kid in high school and the first part of college, and I got started sophomore year as a dancer and chorus member in Bye Bye Birdie. It was a ton of fun -- I'd never danced or sung before -- and the only reason I auditioned for musicals was to do just that. So I was sort of annoyed that I was cast as Doc in West Side Story, one of the only non-singing, non-dancing roles. On the other hand, I already had a deep voice and was one of the more experienced actors at that point, so our director, Mr. Faust, wanted me in that role because I would actually be convincing and deliver a nuanced portrayal. It did turn out to be a good show -- I was really proud to be in it. More later, naturally.

In case you can't read the second bit, here's a transcription:

I'm going to do an installation self-portrait. It's going to be -- if I can do it -- in the theater. I'm going to put the self-portrait on a square(?) flat on stage. It will be viewed from the back of the auditorium. I might do it a performance piece. Who knows? I still have to ask for permission from Deignan. He might not go for it.
Yeah, totally pretentious, but it was a pretty cool idea in my head. The reason you'd view it from the back of the theater because that's where I would sit to meditate before performances -- the back right corner, specifically. I'm not sure I wrote much more about the project, but I did end up getting permission to do it from Mr. Deignan (the theater tech teacher), and he gave me an 8'x8' flat (the name for set pieces built out of canvas-covered wood frames) to paint, as I noted on Tuesday. Unfortunately, while I did complete the painting, it didn't turn out very well, and I never put up the installation.

(No idea who wrote "your hands and feet are mangos," but whoever it was was hilarious.)

My friend Chad B. gave me a bottle of K-Man, "the cologne of the Cayman Islands," as a late Christmas present. It was funny, but seriously gross-smelling.

Note the new girl trouble: now I've got three girls I'm interested in. Like I said, I was incredibly fickle.

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