Showing posts with label theater. Show all posts
Showing posts with label theater. Show all posts

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Kickstarting a Dream

What a ride this has been! This is the first time I have run a crowd funding campaign, and it has been a fascinating experience. My emotions have ranged from thinking this is exciting, to uncertain, to heartwarming, to what-in-the-world-were-we-thinking, to hopeful, to exhilarating.

There was the initial jump in responses, there was the dreaded "Day of No Pledges," there was all the great press we got, there was the exciting pledge match, there was the thrill of scrolling through my Facebook feed and seeing people playing the Pointless Challenge, and there was the amazing push at the end which got us not only to the goal but over the top!

I don't think I will ever forget that Friday night when we hit our goal which ensured we would get the money we raised. It was a gorgeous evening, and so our family decided that we would bust out the grill for the first time this season and enjoy an outdoor dinner. The pledges had been pouring in all day, and my friend Meriah kept texting me, telling me to get out the champagne, that the goal was in sight. I, being cautious, kept saying "maybe... maybe". Jason was grilling up the burgers and hot dogs, the kids were running around the yard. I kept getting alerts on my phone about another pledge coming in, and another one. We dished up dinner, dusted off the patio furniture and sat down to eat.

Then, we were at $49,990 and everything froze.

My phone dings with an alert that someone has increased his pledge by $11. "I couldn't take the stress!" he told me later.

We did it!!!!! Amazingly, with support from around the globe, we had reached our Kickstarter goal and unlocked the pledges.

US:      We did it!
KIDS:  Did what?
US:      We raised a bunch of money to help build the brewery & theatre!
KIDS:  Oh. Can I have another hot dog?


And so we celebrated, opened a bottle of wine, feasted on hot dogs and hamburgers, and marveled at the generosity of human beings.

Here are the numbers (because I love numbers):
  • Duration of the campaign: 39 days
  • Amount raised: $52,536
  • 105% of goal reached
  • 522 backers from across the US, Canada, Australia, Poland, Israel, UK, Germany, Russia, Sweden, and Japan.
  • Average pledge amount: $100
  • 3,306 people watched the video
  • 57 people increased their pledges during the campaign
  • 36 people donated after we reached the goal. I have even gotten messages from people saying that they missed the deadline, can they still give (the answer is yes! Email me to talk more: tori AT pointlessbrew DOT com)

I find the Kickstarter philosophy quite fascinating. It is all based on their motto that all-or-nothing funding works. They publish all of their statistics, and their numbers back up this method:
  • Of the campaigns that made it past 60% of their funding goal, 98.6% made it to their full goal and were funded. 
  • Of the campaigns that made it past 80% of their goal, 99.3% made their full goal and were funded.
In other words, if you can reach a critical mass of people caring about this project, you are highly likely to get it to launch. I had all these numbers in my head throughout the campaign, but they only helped squelch the fear so much; there was still that chance that we might be in that tiny percent that fail!

So, what now? Well, Jason is busy cooking up all sorts of new brew concoctions, planning for auditions, working on permits and licensure, and I am busy dreaming and scheming about the family series which we are calling "Little Peeps." Much work, much fun, and all of it made possible by the support of our community around the world. "Thank you" doesn't begin to scratch the surface.

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In other news, the Healthline list of Best Lung Cancer Blogs of 2015 has recently come out and I am happy to say that I made the list, along with several other awesome bloggers, though I think the judges missed out on quite a few great ones. Most of all, I am happy to still be around, living, enjoying life, and still able to write and share this journey with others. Dare I hope for 2016?

Friday, April 10, 2015

Shall We Play A Game?

(I was a kid in the 80s and thought that was one of the coolest movies I had ever seen.)




As my regular readers know, Jason and I have been working toward opening our dream business, Pointless Brewery & Theatre. We are in the middle of a super exciting and nerve-wracking fundraising campaign through Kickstarter. For those of you who aren't familiar with Kickstarter, it is a website that gives artists a platform to get the word out to a large audience about their project, and people can make donations (pledges) to help make this project come to life.

The awesome/terrifying thing about Kickstarter is that if you DON'T make your goal, you lose all the pledges.

Let me say that again...

You lose ALL THE MONEY.

So far we have raised over $37,000 and have more than 300 people from around the world supporting our project. All that love feels pretty amazing.

Here's the harsh part: we need to hit our $50,000 goal by April 20 or we will lose over $37,000

Yikes. Please don't let that happen. If you haven't watched our video and learned about our project yet, take a moment now to do so. It's worth it, I'll wait. Just click here: http://kck.st/1EEAQ08


Now comes the fun part, and why I quoted WarGames above.

Will you play a game with me? It's called the Pointless Challenge, and here is how it works:

  1. Post a picture of something that makes life less pointless. 
  2. Pledge to the Pointless Kickstarter campaign http://kck.st/1EEAQ08 
  3. Tag 3 friends to do the same.

The picture can be anything that makes you smile, that makes you happy, that gives you that giddy-in-the-tummy feeling, that makes your soul sing. It can be complex, it can be simple.

So, will you join me? Share on your Facebook wall, post to Twitter. Invite your friends to take a moment out of life to remember what's important.
 


Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Living On Borrowed Time....

There is a constant clock ticking in my mind.

Tick...tick...tick....

"Living on borrowed time...."

I've passed my expiration date.

Tick...tick...tick....

The thing that scares me most, that threatens to tear me away from my family lives inside my body.

Tick...tick...tick....

One day my luck's gonna run out.

Tick...tick...tick....

Ya know what sucks? Having your future torn away from you when you were just digging into your career. When things were looking so bright. Awards rolling in, people taking notice.

When you have a house full of small children counting on you.


(They're still counting on me.)

So what do you do?

You dust yourself off, take stock of what you still CAN do, where you still CAN play an important role, what dreams you STILL dare to dream.

My cancer is well controlled right now.

Right now I have time.

Tick...tick...tick...

Right now I have time to plan for my family's future. To get things in place to take care of them when I'm gone.

(Did you know cancer is expensive?)

Life takes unexpected turns. You adjust. You make the best of it. You still dare to dream big.

This is the only life you get. Even if it is cut drastically short.

So you shift gears. And dream.

And ask for help.

You.

Yes, you sitting at your computer, looking at your phone. I'm talking to you.

You know all those times you have read my blog and asked yourself what you could do to help?

Now's your chance.

I. Need. Your. Help.

I need you to dig down and pledge to support this dream, to support my family, to give cancer the big middle finger.

Right now.

Take out your credit card and pledge.

Every one of you who has read my writings and been touched by me baring my soul as I faced the unimaginable (your word, not mine).

You can make a difference. You can help build a future for this family.

You can help create something that I will get to be a part of for the next months and (dare I hope) few years. Something to live beyond. A legacy.

Tick...tick...tick....

But we need you.

I need you.

Give.

Challenge your friends to give. Tell them why it matters.

Because sometimes life is super crappy and unfair and horrible. But you know what makes it bearable? The people. The people who pick you up when all is lost. The people who allow you to hope for better days. The people who give you the strength to dream.

The people like you.

Now's your chance.

Tick...tick...tick....

Click here. Watch. Give.



Monday, March 23, 2015

Couple opening Pointless Brewery & Theatre in Ann Arbor

We got some nice press coverage for our dream project, Pointless Brewery & Theatre.

Don't let stage IV lung cancer keep you down!

Couple opening Pointless Brewery & Theatre in Ann Arbor



Want to join our Pointless endeavor? Pledge to our Kickstarter and enjoy lots of Pointless perks!


Thursday, March 12, 2015

Our Pointless Dream

Here it is, folks! As I wrote in "A Pointless Story", Jason and I have been hard at work getting things in place to open our dream business, Pointless Brewery & Theatre. (Which, as far as I know, is the ONLY such combo in existence. If you know of others, please let me know, I would love to meet the owners!)

And now is your chance to come on board and help get this up on its feet. Watch the video, check out the cool perks, and join us!

AND - all donations of $75 or more get a one-year Pointless Peeps membership, which gives you 10% off of all show tickets, drinks, snacks, and merchandise. Plus a cool t-shirt. Pretty sweet, huh?

Click on the logo below to watch:

Thursday, February 12, 2015

A Pointless Story

I have been so busy writing stuff for CURE that I haven't been posting new content for this lovely bloggety-blog. And there is a huge piece of the puzzle that I have been leaving out.

I briefly mentioned this in a previous post, but Jason and I are knee-deep in launching our dream business. I guess I keep forgetting to write about it because we are so busy working on it that I don't have a lot of brain space left to reflect!

So, on with the story....

Ever since Jason and I have known each other (seriously, we talked about this on one of our first dates), we have planned to one day open a theatre together. We knew we wanted to create a space where people could come together and have fun, laugh, be creative, and just enjoy. However, since we have both worked in theatre for so long, we are well aware of how difficult it is to have a financially viable theatre. We looked at models of theatres that were successful, and they all had other sources of funding in addition to ticket sales, such as a strong education branch, a corporate program, and so on.

Then, about 7 years ago, Jason got a homebrewing kit for Christmas. And the man went crazy. He was totally hooked, and fell in love with every aspect of it. (And his beers are really good!) That's when we realized that combining improv theatre with craft beer was the perfect blend. Improv theatre is all about working within an existing structure to create something new; craft beer starts with existing styles and innovates with new ingredients and methods. They go together like rainbows and unicorns!

So, we had an idea we loved, but we also had three small kids and I was busy pursuing an MFA with the goal of becoming a professor. We put the business on the back burner and planned to return to it once my career was up and running.

And then, as you know, cancer.

My diagnosis flipped our whole world upside down, and "long-term goals" seemed pointless. Jason and I talked a lot about what we wanted to do with this time, and what we wanted for our family. We realized that if there was ever a time to pursue our dream of building something together, the time was NOW.

But how to make this happen? And what would we call it? Well, there is a story behind that too....

It was back during chemo and I was having a pretty horrible day. I felt rotten, run down, beaten up, and just exhausted. I looked at Jason with tears in my eyes and said, 

"What am I fighting so hard for? What if I go through all this, and it still just ends up awful? What's the point? Everything just feels so pointless."

And, being the wonderful, intuitive person that he is, he responded perfectly.

"Okay, maybe it all is pointless. Maybe everything we do is pointless.... So let's do this. Let's open a pointless brewery and theatre, and make our pointless dreams come true."

He got me to laugh through my tears. And then we looked at each other and knew that we had to do it. And we had the name. Pointless Brewery & Theatre.




It's the perfect name. How often do we waste our days doing what we are supposed to do, looking the way we are supposed to look, saying what we are supposed to say. You get up, rush to work, drink coffee to stay awake, work hard to get ahead, stress over deadlines, all for what? What is the point of that?

If you knew your time were limited, wouldn’t you spend it doing things you love, and spending time with the important people in your life? When it comes down to it, all that matters is the people you get to meet, spending time with the ones you love, and bringing joy to the world. Everything else is pointless. 

~~~

So, here we are now, building our dream! With the help of a few wonderful investors, we have leased a building, hired an architect, drawn up legal papers, and started making this dream come true. We will be launching a Kickstarter campaign in a few weeks to help raise the rest of the funding, and we aim to open by summer. I keep bouncing back and forth between being incredibly excited and absolutely terrified, which, as my dear friend Meriah said, is exactly how you should feel with a great creative endeavor. 

There will be more updates along the way as things roll out. Thanks for all your support throughout the ups and downs of my treatments. I certainly hope to be around helping Jason run this business for a long, long time. And if not, then I want it to live on and be something that he and our kids have to hold on to, and a place where people can come together with the people they love and find the joy in life.
"Grab a beer, have a laugh. It's all pointless ... that's the point."
~~~~~

Edited 3/23/15: Here's the link to the Kickstarter. Click on the logo, watch the video, and give what you can!

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

That's Great It Starts With An Earthquake

I was jolted awake by Michael Stipe serenading me with "It's The End Of The World As We Know It" and immediately remembered my sister telling me she had been listening to that song some 20+ years ago when our mom called to tell her I had been diagnosed with childhood bone cancer.

Really poor song choice for my alarm this morning, a day when I was waiting for scan results.

Two years ago today I had just returned from the AATE conference, where I had met all sorts of impressive folks, the leaders in the field of Theatre for Young Audiences, and had received an award as one of the up-and-comers.

And today I spent the day at the cancer center.

The results of my scans were mixed. The lungs look stable with a bit of shrinkage on the remaining spots (yay!) and the brain scan was clear (big yay!). The questionable area was my kidneys. There might be something suspicious on them, but they consulted with several radiologist and they couldn't agree if they were really seeing anything or not, so I am heading in for a PET scan next week to get a closer look.

They take away was don't panic yet. It might be nothing. I'll be busy celebrating my wonderful son turning 6 this weekend, so I will keep myself occupied with that. It was this same weekend last year that I was waiting for my first scan results after starting chemo, and I got pretty remarkable results on Jason's birthday (which is just 2 days after Zander's). I hope Jason gets another great birthday present this year. And maybe next year let's plan the scans on a different week.

~~~~~

This song has been going through my head, after the terrible news about Robin Williams. (He was my second choice for my Make a Wish when I was a kid, but Winona Ryder agreed - and we had a lovely day.) What a remarkable actor and comedian, and what a terrible loss to us all. My heart aches for his family and those close to him. I sure hope heaven is real, because he is someone I would really like to meet someday (but not for a long time).
The best of times is now.
As for tomorrow,
Well, who knows? Who knows? Who knows?
So hold this moment fast,
And live and love
As hard as you know how.
And make this moment last
Because the best of times is now.

Sunday, April 06, 2014

The Other C Word

This weekend I saw an excellent production of To Kill a Mockingbird (seriously, if you live in the greater Ypsilanti/Ann Arbor area, run, don't walk to get tickets).
 
It was full of beautiful, powerful moments, but Atticus' lines about courage really jumped out to me and have been bouncing around in my mind ever since he spoke them. He explains that courage is


"knowing you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do."

I've often been told how brave I am in this cancer journey (and in my first). That has never made much sense to me, as I'm not doing any of this by choice. I would much rather NOT have cancer, and NOT put my family through all of this. Sure, great life lessons, live in the moment, blah blah blah, but I would really prefer not to have cancer at all. Really. REALLY. Really really for real.
 

I am, however, surrounded by some very courageous people. Perhaps the most astounding and least acknowledged are the caregivers, the partners, the spouses. They voluntarily attend countless appointments, put up with scanxiety, hold the patient's hand while awaiting daunting test results, and take care of rambunctious munchkins when the patient needs to sleep. (That last one might be specific to me.) None of this is required; it is not their bodies that are resentful hosts to this beast, yet they do it willingly. That is courage.
 

The other group who knowingly walk into this fray are the doctors and scientists. Sadly, I need to qualify this since I have come across too many that have the - usually unspoken, but not always - belief that people with stage IV cancer are not really worth the trouble and should be sent home to die. Thankfully, there exist some doctors and researchers that dare to dream. I'm talking about the handful who choose not to give up on us, even when the odds of living a long life with metastatic cancer are, well, pretty close to nonexistent. These are the rockstar docs (I've become a bit of a fan girl for some of them). They face hopeless situations with the crazy belief that these people are worth fighting for. They believe that with enough work, seemingly impossible things just might come true. And even if they don't, they will continue to try their damdedest to find a solution.
 
As Atticus said, 
"You rarely win...
 

...but sometimes you do."

Tuesday, September 03, 2013

Milestones

Today I had the joy of walking our eldest to his first day of kindergarten. As he was getting ready, he told me that he may feel a bit nervous when he gets to school, and asked me if I feel nervous in new places. I love how articulate he is about his feelings. When we got to school he did amazingly well, taking a moment to look around the classroom the telling me he would like to play in the kitchen area. 


It is funny to reflect on how I felt last year when he had his first day of preschool. I had all the typical anxiety about my little guy growing up so fast. This year, I just felt so thankful that I got to participate in this milestone. 

I've been feeling very Emily Webb lately, as we say goodbye to summer and transition into a new season and school year.

"Oh, earth, you're too wonderful for anybody to realize you. Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? - every, every minute?"

(For the non-theatre geeks among you, Emily Webb is the lead in the play Our Town. While I agree that play is way over produced by high schools, I still think it is pretty beautiful. You should check it out sometime.)

I will leave you with some cute pictures of  Autumn and Mikaela getting ready to spend Labor Day grilling and playing in the yard. I asked them to sit on the couch together so I could take a picture of them, and they started posing. Those two crack me up.

Tuesday, July 05, 2011

Assorted thoughts on twins and more

As the shock of raising two babies at once (with an almost 3 year old in the mix, too) is wearing off, I am starting to see a lot of wonderful things about having twins.

Autumn
It seems no matter how we place the girls in their crib, the wriggle wriggle wriggle until their heads are touching and they are holding hands.

Autumn, Mikaela
It reminds me of their first night in this world. See, in the womb they had been positioned head to head, with the top of Mikaela's head touching the side of Autumn's. Their first night in their incubators, Mikaela, tiny as she was, managed to scoot all the way up to the top while Autumn wriggled all the way to the side. I think they were trying to find each other.

Mikaela
I walked into their room the other day to find them chattering to each other in their crib. So adorable. And they both giggle in their sleep! What's up with that? Z did it too. Quite wonderful.

Mikaela
I am getting excited about going back to school in the fall and starting work on some creative projects coming up. I'm not sure how it is going to feel juggling work and the newly-enlarged family, and I get little pangs of sadness to think that I might miss out of those great moments that the kids have. I was complaining to Jason that it is hard having both a family and work that I love. Then I paused and we looked at each other. He said, "Isn't that exactly what we have been trying to create?" Oh, yeah. I guess I am actually incredibly lucky. Nice to have it back in perspective.


The first time Z saw one of his sisters spit up, he recoiled in disgust (which is particularly funny to those of you who recall how much he used to spit up). Then just the other day, his sister spat up and he casually got a kleenex and cleaned it up. Jealousy issues and all, he is still a pretty great kid.


So he does alright most of the time, but when the girls get particularly needy, Z kinda falls apart. It reminds me of this idea I had years ago of doing a variety show lit entirely by the audience. Upon entry to the theater, each audience member would receive a miner-style helmet with a light. There would be several things happening on the stage at once, so whatever grabbed the attention would be lit, and everything else would go dark. I realized it would probably just dissolve into a bunch of attention-getting tricks. This is pretty much what happens to Z. "Oh, the girls are crying? Well . . . look at me! I just dumped out all my legos! Still nursing? Um . . . then I will dump a water bottle on the couch. Did you see that, Mommy? Look at me! Pay attention to me! Mommy! Mommymommymommymommymommy!!!" Totally transparent, totally understandable, and totally exhausting.

The world's cutest triceratops
The jealousy issues we are experiencing are basically the typical new baby problems that every older sibling has, only more so because, well, two babies. Plus we cannot go anywhere without attracting at least a few gawkers. While I am the first person to agree that the girls are gorgeous, these onlookers fail to notice that they have an equally wonderful older brother who stands silently by while people "ooh" and "aah" over his little sisters.

So if you are one of those people who likes to stop someone pushing a twin stroller and comment about the babies, please take a moment to notice if there is an older sibling you are overlooking, and send a little love that way.

Zander sharing his buddies with Autumn

Friday, September 15, 2006

Tori's New Hobby

I am a big fan of trying new things and having new experiences. Earlier this week, I had the opportunity to do something that I never in my wildest dreams imagined myself doing.

Everyone in my office was going to an inter-office event, and I thought it would be a good opportunity for me to meet some of the people that I know exclusively through email and telephone conversations. The event was to take place at the nearby hunting club.

That's right, a hunting club.

I was assured that we would not be killing any actual live animals, but rather shooting at clay pigeons which, I was again assured, are literally made of clay and are not and never have been alive. "Skeet shooting" I believe it is called.

Okay, I told myself, I can handle this.

I was wrong.

As I drove up to the club, I thought, "This is pretty. It is sunny out, I'm in a fairly woodsy place, I like this." Then I turned off the car and heard LOTS OF GUNSHOTS.

I try to act calm as I walk into the lodge and meet up with the people from work. The front desk person asks if I will need to borrow a gun or if I've brought my own. (?!?!?!?!)

I borrow a gun.



She then asks me if I will need a lesson. "Have you ever fired a gun before?"

"Uh, once . . . in a play . . . I fired a gun . . . for, um, a sound effect. I was . . . offstage."

"Yes, I need a lesson."

As we walk outside, I try to ignore the incredibly loud gunfire all around me. I hang back and let the others shoot first, hoping that I will get used to the sound and stop trembling. Eventually, everyone else has gone, and I walk up to the - I don't even know the word - little half-cagey-thing where you stand while firing guns at clay pigeons. One of my co-workers hands me the gun. I am startled by how heavy and unrelentless and powerful it feels. My hands are shaking as I try to get the shells out of my pocket and I drop one on the ground. I fumble to pick it up while holding on to the gun but not wanting to hold the gun too close to myself oh my god what am I doing - okay, okay, load the gun - she told us how to do this - the safety, where is the safety? don't pinch your fingers while you push the shell in - that's right push it until it clicks but don't push too hard or you will pinch your fingers - now turn off the safety. Aim. "Pull". FIRE.

I'm nearly thrown backwards as I experience the kick of a gun for the first time. I don't want to do this again, but I have three shots left for my turn. C'mon be a good sport you can do it calm down breathe breathe stop trembling hands push 'til it clicks wait put on the safety okay here we go again.

I finish my turn in a blur while trying desperately not to show how much I want to cry.

I politely deline any more shots and try to enjoy what would have been really peaceful surroundings if not for the bullets flying around me.

On the upside, I won a prize in the drawing. I was really hoping for the Carnivore Blood-Tracking Light, but I was happy enough with my camouflage beer cozy made to resemble a shell.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Melbourne Arts Festival

I happened to be in Melbourne during the annual International Arts Festival. There were events throughout the city, both indoors and out, and most of them were free. Here are the ones I went to see. I've included their press info in italics, just because I think it is interesting to see how artists promote themselves (I might get a bit theater-geeky here, so beware).

Ride-in Movies
The days of the old Drive-In Movies may be all but gone, but the nights of the Ride-In Movies are about to begin! Put on your best pair of walking shoes, jump on your bike, catch a train, tram, bus, and join us at Federation Square every evening from 6pm to 7pm. Ride-In Movies features nightly screenings from the home movie collections of notable Australians from around Victoria, as well as the home-made, hand-spun movie-making enthusiasts, auteur hobbyists and backyard directors of the ACMI Archives.

Each day had a different theme. Here's the one for the night I went:

Soap Operatics
Social training films from the 1950s are given shiny new narratives by some great Melbourne writers.


The setting was really cool, with a projection onto the side of a building in Federation Square, right downtown. Beneath the screen was a small stage where the host and the people reading the voice-overs stood. There were folding chairs set up, plus the Square is nice and open with steps all over the place that people were sitting on.

It was a device that I had seen before, where they show one of those old films (this one was about how to find the right man to marry) and people record a new soundtrack. The films were pretty funny, though I was annoyed by the lack of precision with the voice-overs. Sometimes they would have the character keep talking when a new one on the screen had started, or they would have very long lines when visually the charater only said a few words. It threw the comic timing off and made the whole thing feel sloppy. There were some funny moments, but overall it was pretty mediocre.


Lone Twin
UK performance duo Lone Twin make work dealing playfully with ideas of travel, place, endurance, human interaction and kindness. Since 1997 Gregg Whelan and Gary Winters have worked across contemporary theatrical, live art and dance contexts to make generous, entertaining and publicly accessible work. They are now set to take Melbourne by storm.For the first time ever, four works by Lone Twin can be seen in the one place as this performance pair settle in for a Festival residency sure to be remembered. You might see them in the street, on their bikes or by the Yarra, but to really understand what Lone Twin are up to, come and share in their four incredible unique performance works.

Here's the one I saw:

To the Dogs

Armed only with two small folding bikes Lone Twin will cycle around town by day and return each evening at 7.30pm to deliver a performance-dispatch of the day’s events.

An interesting note about this is that the first night it was seven minutes long, then each subsequent night they add another seven minutes so by the end of the week of shows they have a 49 minute production. I saw it on the second to last night.

This one was also in Federation Square, and the audience sat on a staircase with the two performers at the bottom. It was getting dark when their show began, so it was lit mostly by the surrounding lights of the city, plus they were wearing reflective bicycle outfits. They looked pretty funny, but the writing was weak and they were not at all theatrical. It was a lot like two guys standing there talking about stuff they had seen that day. This photo shows the the most movement they did during the piece. Since I have a total bias toward movement and physicality on stage, this bugged me. The audience seemed to enjoy it, but I wonder if it wasn't just fun to sit out on the steps and watch something, regardless of the quality.


Theatre for One
The Late Great Libido: Rock Opera

Come inside the custom-built Theatre for One to experience a unique and very clever video-based piece performed just for you. Behind the red velvet curtain inside this single-seater theatre you can be the sole audience member for the 20-minute theatrical installation The Late Great Libido: Rock Opera. This multimedia presentation from creator Justin Harris incorporates elements of music, video and sculpture in an intimate and creative representation of a live concert.

I was totally intrigued by this idea. It some ways, it seems entirely contrary to the idea of theater since it isolates the audience member and removes the communal experience of seeing a show.

I loved the set-up, which was essentially a booth in the plaza area in front of a building. Behind that red curtain (see the picture above) is the single seat where you watch the show.

When I went around the corner to pay my $2 entry fee, I was very disappointed to discover that it was sold out. But it got me thinking, if only one person at a time can see your 20-minute show, you're really not going to reach many people. Again, what a weird thing to do for theater. I talked to the ticket guy about this, and he said that there was major corporate funding for the festival, so there wasn't a concern or even a real attempt to make any money on this. He also said that the artist was more focused on the rock opera, and that the Theatre for One idea was sort of an afterthought to get people interested in hearing his music. Well I guess it worked, since it was sold out. I think it is a cool idea, but kinda feels like you are shooting yourself in the foot.


Xu Zhen
The last few mosquitoes
From inside the body
For the Festival, Chinese artist provocateur Xu Zhen brings two installations to Spacement: The last few mosquitoes and From the body.

Finding this place was a challenge, and I actually walked past it and had to go back searching for it. The Spacement building is at the end of this alley, and around the corner to the left. Can you see the sign that says Spacement? No, me neither.


Once I finally found the building, there was a steep, dark staircase into a warehouse-style basement. On the left was a large room painted all white. When you look closely you can see several mosquitoes on the wall, about two inches long. Upon closer inspection, you discover that their bellies consist of a thin glass tube that rhythmically fills with red fluid, then drains out again. I'm guessing this was the installation called "The last few mosquitoes." It looked kinda cool, but didn't do much for me.

Next to this is another empty room. There is a wide, white wall, onto which three images are projected. Each camera is aimed at a brown couch, all identical. A man enters the left screen at the same time that a woman enters the right. The center couch remains empty. The man and woman each sit and remove their shoes and socks. As they are doing this, they start to notice a smell. It builds slowly, with just a distracted sniff as they untie their shoes, but gradually they become obsessed with finding the source of this smell. (To the theater geeks out there: it is basically a Lecoq-style minimum to maximum scene.) As they are searching for the smell, they sniff all over the room and all over themselves, removing much of their clothing in the process (they keep on tank tops and underwear).

They eventually wander off toward the center screen, and a few moments later enter and sit on the center couch together. They are being polite, but are clearly distracted by their desire to find the source of this smell. This again builds until they are climbing all over each other, sniffing and searching. (If there are any Rough & Tumblers reading this, it reminded me of the scene we did with Kristin and Michael trying to sit on the chair.)

Overall, I really liked this piece. The man was particularly good at playing the low levels, and his subtlety made it really funny. The woman had a bit of the "gosh, what is that smell?" look to her, which was annoying at times (for the Dell'Artians out there, I think Ronlin called it "playing at the thing"). My main criticism is that it built to nothing. Both endings just fizzled out (when the two left their individual screens and when they left the center screen). I kept thinking "Where is the white moment?" Or for the non-theater-geeks, "When do you realize yourself and what you are doing?" Even if they didn't go with the white moment that I've come to expect from all that wacky physical theater training, they needed some sort of completion to their journey. The build was great, but ultimately it felt like it built to nothing.

In spite of this, I really liked the piece. It was odd and kept my attention, and it is not every day that I get to sit in a dark room watching people frantically sniffing.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Expo 2005

Expo 2005! A chance for all the countries of the world to present something at a giant festival where we can learn about each other and the environment (the 2005 theme).

Expo at night.

Expo was cool, but totally crazy. The lines were insane. Some pavillions had lines with wait times of over 3 hours. Needless to say, I did not get to see all of them. Some of my favorites:
- UN Pavilion which had a fantastic photo exhibit from around the world (I have snapshots of some, but due to technical dificulties I can't put them up right now. Perhaps I can fix that later.)
- The French Pavillion had a great movie which took a very honest look at what everyone (specifically France) is doing that is harming the environment. Really well done.
- The Lithuanian Pavillion had great beer and really cool people working there.
- The Korean Pavillion had a poignant animated movie about the destruction and rebirth of the natural environment
- The Turkish Pavillion won the coveted Tori Low Prize for Best Design.

The Turkish Pavillion

- And of course, the Toyota pavillion where James was performing.
Tickets to get into that show are an incredibly hot commodity. James was able to get tickets, but it had to be done in secret. We had to meet at a certain location at a specific time for the drop.

On Tuesday, I went to that secret location.

A young woman sidles up next to me.

"You are, perhaps, a friend of James."

"Yes, perhaps I am."

She slips me an envelope with the tickets and walks away.

The show was pretty entertaining, with robots that can dance and play instruments. Plus there is a fantastic aerialist (James) who flies around above the dancers looking pretty cool (though James thinks the costume makes him look like a chicken).

Finally, I will offer you my experience with the Linimo.
The Linimo is an elevated train that is powered by magnets. The train itself hovers slightly above the track because of the like charges. As a result, you have an incredibly smooth ride. This train line is what you take to go to and from the Expo site. Expo, as I have mentioned, was packed. Taking the Linimo home at the end of the day was an intimate experience in squishing together with a bunch of strangers. Fortunately, the train is air conditioned because it was stinking hot and humid in Japan.

On my last day at Expo, James and I stayed until closing then joined the thousands of other people who wanted to go home. There we were riding along, packed in like sardines when all of a sudden - - - whoooooom - - - (you know that lovely sound that happens when the power goes out), and the lights go out, the fans stop, and the train DROPS. Not far, just an inch or two, but enough to make everyone in the train gasp and go totally silent. We sat in that heavy silence for about 30 seconds, then people began murmuring things to each other. What was going on? What happened? How can we get out of the train? We are several stories up, what happens if we fall?

There is static and the train conductor comes on. He says something in Japanese. We sit and wait. It is getting really really hot and stuffy. Finally the train starts up again. We start going, and just as suddenly it happens again. Whoooooom, drop. More waiting, more silence, more tension, more announcements. We start up again, and eventually make it to our stop. I have never been so happy to get of a train before.