tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50741792026-10-13T23:36:16.604-07:00My experiences and life as an emerging playwright.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13746879865518968962noreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074179.post-64757808807191205562010-07-23T11:31:00.000-07:002010-07-23T11:43:42.285-07:00

Location: Uptown BWeather: humid, hot, rainyMood: goodI'm pretty sure this gent is a cook. Or a chef. I'm not really sure of the difference. One time, I hears it was whether or not one attended culinary school, but I feel it might also have to do with one's position within the kitchen. Anyway, between his crocs and knife bag, probably works in a kitchen.

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Time: 2:04 pmLocation: downtown bound BWeather: humidMood: headacheMan. I have a headache. I'm pretty sure that when a head hurts bad enough, it becomes a mood. I saw these guys writing on the train today. I used to write on the train all the time. Not so much lately. I've been a little unproductive. This has been the longest stretch of non-writing I can recall. I actually have a mild jangle of

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Time: 9:47pmLocation: downtown bound D. Second to last carWeather: humidMood: bit sleepyWell, I'm sorta back. Figured I might as well continue throwing up pictures of strangers and talking about them. I really like the color of this. Also, the d train was supposed to be running local tonight. But it doesn't seem like they are. Bastards. I kind of hate the MTA.Location:E 61st St,New York,United

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Time: 1:04 AMLocation: 125th street AC stationWeather: Cold. Damn cold. Mood: Good. TiredIt's been a bit of time since I've written. The new job has certainly been taking it's toll, and tonight marks the end of two weeks on my own sans supervision. I think I did okay. A few mistakes here and there. A cop just came and removed a man from the platform. Not in a physical way, just walked down and

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Time: 1117Location: Bushwick Post OfficeWeather: Abnormally warm and sunny Mood: Same as aboveIn order to facilitate my writing of a graphic novel, I ordered a few books from Amazon.com, but the package was too large to fit through the mail slot at home, meaning I had to venture to the post office to pick it up. I don't like my post office. There's always a line of people, most of them are very

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Time: 9 and change AMLocation: uptown A trainWeather: cold but clear Mood: discombobulatedI hope I'm not the only one who does this, watching and analyzing the people around me, my brain makes up their stories, regardless of my desire. My classmate James was keen on saying that humans will overlay meaning on random events, that we had no real choice in the matter. We try and make stories. It

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Time: 1034Location: A train to Bed StuyWeather: rainy. Cold Mood: frustratedOkay, so, tonight was a rough one in some respects. So, some of you may know that I recently accepted a full time job with a theatre in Northern Manhattan (read Harlem), and while I was very excited, the commute is getting me down. An hour, or more, each way. The biggest issue has been waiting for the train. At times,

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Time: 1125Location: the F train. En route to ManhattanWeather: cold and wet, but muggy undergroundMood: cranky with gusts of blehLast night was the opening night party for the New York City Horror Film Festival. I attended the event, and I had a pretty good time. I met some really interesting people from all walks of life, including David Cross who is looking very beardy these days, and if the

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Time: 825Location: the BoweryWeather: cold and overcast Mood: mildly boredForgive the shoddy photo, but the iPhone is not built for low light situations. This, dear reader, is the long line outside the Ultra Lounge in the Bowery where the opening night party is supposed to be. However, it seems that things are off to a bit of a slow start, and so we are waiting outside and schmoozing in the cold.

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7:40On the J:Your thoughts?

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To start, I have to just say that one of the most depressing aspects of the subway is that it looks the same at six am:As it does at six pm:Full disclosure, that last picture was taken at five pm, but I figure it's close enough. Today, I am headed to the opening night party atfor the New York Horror Film Festival. As usual, the plus one that was so nicely given to me is going unused. I'm not

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Boy howdy, I seem to spend a lot of my time on trains these days; though would imagine that's the lot of the New Yorker. Or Londoner. Or, you get the idea. Today, I'm going to talk a little about writing. Sometimes, the easiest way to begin writing something is to, as I call it, "Build it Up". This refers to a process of ever increasing blips of information. This is going to be a little hard to

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For a hot second, I enjoyed the sent from my iPhone tagged onto the bottom of each post, but I don't anymore. So, goin to take it off. No need to advertise for Apple until they start paying me.To continue this iPhone chatter, the camera seems to have developed a strange little quirk in which it adds a healthy glow to light sources in frame.I'm not sure why it is. I think it has been part of the

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It might be a little hard to see in the picture, but this hipster tart seems to have slaughtered a muppet in order to have her swanky green jacket. I have half a mind to organize a PETM protest, and tosses buckets of foam all over her. Color picture below. - from my iPhone

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So, some cool news: I'm working on a new project that really excites me, a graphic novel. As I get deeper into the process, I will release more details about it, but for the moment, it's safer to say it is a growing project if which I am a co-creator. It's a noir/detective story set in a post-steampunk gilded age New York City, and explores some interesting themes of society and villainy.The

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I'm not a medium. I don't speak to the dead, and if you ever meet me, you'll notice that there isn't a last time I wore a medium. Right now, I'm sitting in this awesome diner with a shirt on that fits loose around the waist and stomach but tight around the chest. What cut of shirt is this? Who is this supposed to fit well? Chicken men? What is a chicken man? That makes no

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Sometimes people ask me where I gen my ideas. I'm sure, if you're a creative person, you have been asked it too. I never really know how to answer, and I'm not going to try to now.What I am more interested in talking about is this news story I read this morning. There's this girl in Virginia who has gone missing after goin to a Metallica concert on Saturday night. She's a

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Okay, so, the first thing on my creative plate is to write the book to a musical. This is a collaboration with a man I haven't worked with before, but I'm excited about the project. Basically, it's a piece that can be performed in any bar willing to accomodate it, it happens in real time, is adjudicated by a storyteller/narrator, and has a choose your own adventure sensability to

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Time: 2:50 pmLocation: J subway to ManhattanWeather: cool, but sunnyMood: cool, but sunnySo, as my life path begins to coalesce into something, I'm going to pursue this blog more seriously, so begin expecting new posts on a regular basis.This blog will now be focusing on my journey as a writer. What I do on a day to day basis to pursue my dreams. I'll write about my research here, any

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Boy howdy.Just today I was reminded how remiss I have been in putting together things to read on my little blog here. The last time I wrote in this little public journal, I was just graduating school. Now I have graduated and spent the summer at Vassar College with the Powerhouse Theatre Program as an Artist in Residence. Which was exceptionally exciting and challenging, and a place where I

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I find it hard to comprehend that this adventure is over. That this education is complete. I'm just not sure what this all means. I have a masters of fine arts in theatre. A terminal degree from a distinguished institution, and I am seemingly back where I started. Where do I go from here? All I know is, right now I don't want to leave, but I'm excited to see where I'm going.

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Time: 1537Place: the couch in Layla's apartment, bronxville, byMood: fair with gusts of hopeWeather: grey with touches of grayGrandfather,This is not a weekend to live literally or vicariously, though there cetainlt is something to be said for triumphing in the face of the difficult and vexing, but certainly, you faces your own tribulations this week, and deserve a weekend of rest and

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Time: 7:18Place: starbucks, BronxvilleMood: hopefulWeather: wet and lukecoldGrandfather,The end of another scholastic week. I have found myself in something of a sticky situation, having gotten a little behind in my work, and now I have to throw on some serious elbow grease and make this weekend a work weekend, and by weekend, I mean Sunday. A work Sunday.Hope you are feeling well.Love,Eric

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Time: 2152Location: the back patio, Pub, Sarah Lawrence college, Bronxville, NYMood: fairWeather: clear skies, cold airGrandfather,Well, I feel a bit foolish, having sent the past few emails to an address that was, sadly, incorrect. Problem solved, I daresay.This evening finds things in my neck of the woods quite well. I have a play due tonight, and I fear I will miss the deadline, but the

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Location: bottom floor, Grand Central Station, ManhattanTime: 1305Mood: fair, with mild low pressure zonesWeather: rainy, coolGrandfather,Due to unforseen complications (weather et. al) I did not end up attending any of the museums initially intended. However, it has been a fascinating examination of human nature, which is, in and of itself, a museum experience.Love,Eric

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