I shot at least 10 rolls of film today alone. Somebody stop me before I do damage to myself and others.

Operation: I wish I were James Fee goes well. Our next photographic assignment is to write a report on a famous photographer, then submit images in that photographer’s style. Because James Fee took so many pictures in NYC, I’m capitalizing on the opportunity. Good timing, huzzah. Anyway, today first we cruised for snaps* at the St. Patrick’s Day Parade, which started right outside our hotel. My dad snuck beyond the barricades to get better angles, then when he was questioned by the Fire Department Chief, told him that he respresented the Dallas Morning News. ::facepalm:: What’s a bit of larceny among friends? Oh well. It worked. We both got some great shots. Next, Bryant Park, where all but two of the New York pictures in my art section were taken. Later, waiting outside MoMA QNS, I also shot massive numbers of pictures of the truck yard across the street. Then, going into Fee-mode, we rode the subway (finally! I’ve been working on my dad for three days about the ease of subway trains!) to Brooklyn Bridge, where I played with our wide-angle/fisheye lens extension. Finally, we went to the docks at the southern tip of the island to try to shoot the Statue of Liberty, which unfortunately was just too far away, even with my mom’s 300mm lens. Ah well. A highly productive day!

* “Crusing for snaps” was coined upon the realization that all photographic terms imply violence. “Shooting” film, “taking” pictures… in photography class, we came up with a bunch more. “Cruising for snaps” became our friendly alternative.

Last night, I blogged about my fabulous experiences at Man of La Mancha and La Boheme, but the skanky computer ate my entry and I didn’t feel like retyping it. Suffice it to say, both shows were marvellous. MoLM, which I saw Saturday night, was remarkably innovative with sets and props, and Brian Stokes Mitchell made an utterly phenomenal Quixote. His performance was unbelieveably good. Also remarkable was Mark Jacoby, as Padre. Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio as Aldonza, however, left quite a bit to be desired. I really disliked her envisioning of the character. But the show gave me dozens of ideas for the Jesuit production, so all was not in vain. I got my script autographed by several of the actors, who all wished me good luck in my performance. One of the Muleteers, an understudy for Quixote, actually went to Jesuit in high school. What a coincidence!

La Boheme, which I saw yesterday, was simply divine. The voices were all magnificent, and the acting was beautiful and touching. I especially loved Alfred Boe as Rudolfo and Daniel Okulitch as Schunard. I wasn’t as fond of Wei Huang’s (Mimi) acting, but her voice was so gorgeous that it didn’t matter. There was not a dry eye in the house at the end. As an added plus, it was rather cool to pick up on all the tidbits that inspired Jonathan Larson to write Rent. Awesome.

And now, the answers to your questions. In reverse order, because I’m lazy and that’s how they showed up when copy+pasted from my comments field. Continue to submit questions if you so desire.

Johanne: Have man kind actually walked on moon?

Yes. Anyone that tells you otherwise is part of the government conspiracy trying to instill doubt that we have walked on the moon.

Jia: What vegetable goes best with carrots?

Arugula (ouch — okay, close enough)

Allison: Do you think that, given time, I can become as cool as you are?

Forsake all winter coats and travel to Antarctica. Maybe then you can be truly cold. Actually, because I find I’m never really cold, it’s quite easy to be cooler than me.

Jo: Er… What is your favorite place in New York City and why? :)

Broadway, for obvious reasons. Stalking actors is always fun, as is actually seeing said musicals, as well as taking pretty pictures of blinking lights.

Alicey: Do you like cheetahs?

They never win.

Claudia: Did you go visit ‘ground zero’?

No. I don’t think I could.

Matt: When do we get to see the sexy table dancing?

April 30th and May 2nd, at 7:30 PM. At least, those who know me IRL will. All others will have to wait until I get the footage uploaded.

Joel: If a train is going 150 miles an hour and it needs to get to Toledo which is 562.45 miles away, how long will it take to reach the station?

It would be faster if he took the subway. ::glares at dad::

Brenna: Is Santa Claus real?

Yes. He killed your favourite pet tortise, Igbert.

Brenna: Are you Don Quixote, the man of la mancha? and if you are, can I be your sidekick sanchez guy or something?

Nah, I’m no one, I’m nothing, I’m only Aldonza the whore. Or actually, I’m only Aldonza, that’s all. Yay censorship. But you’re welcome to be my Sancho any day.

Renata: whaaat is your name? whaaat is your quest? whaaat is your favorite color?!

In order: Inigo Montoya, to find a word that rhymes with orange, and slightly ecru.

Weren’t we already at Orange Alert?

Watching Bush’s address this evening, sitting in the bar area of a restaurant and holding my jacket up to my face to stifle the cigarette smoke, the How to Succeed song “Gotta Stop That Man” became lodged in my head. Glean from this what you will. ::sighs::

Woo! Blogging from my hotel in New York.

Gravy, I’m in love with this city. My parents and I spent the day walking around, photographing, and tonight, we’re seeing Man of La Mancha on Broadway. I’m getting the actors to sign my script afterwards. XD

Link of the moment: The Nightmare is Over!

Meanwhile, here, have a meme. Ask me any question, and I’ll answer it in my next entry (unless I don’t feel like it, which could always be the case).

Wow. I feel like I’ve been kicked. XD

But all is okay. We choreographed the “abduction” scene–not a rape, I might mention–today in rehearsal, and it’s absolutely brutal. Fortunately, I’m in good hands. The Muleteers (the men who are certainly not raping me) are careful to make sure I’m not hurt, while still maintaining the appearance of violent realism. I think that in the production (even though this scene is definitely not a rape, no sirree), my dad is going to run onstage and try to save me. XD Too funny. And it’s not a rape!

Even funnier is how Lauren, my double, was scared out of her wits and refused to let Mark carry her offstage over his shoulder. After carrying me around the stage, then hefting another actor twice her weight, she was terrified that he would drop her. Even though we’re supposed to be unconscious, she started kicking and flailing when he picked her up, which made him have to put her down. And despite her squirming, he still didn’t drop her. Mark is nifty like that. It’s so cute how carefully he puts me down in the nook-thing, making sure I have my footing before letting go, then asking if I’m okay. ::is amused:: Ah well. Lauren will get used to it when she gets over her initial fear. She has all of tomorrow’s rehearsal to practice, as I have to leave school early to catch my plane to New York (squee!).

I will have internet access for most of the trip, but it will be limited. Plus, who wants to be stuck in some drab room, surfing the net, when they could be out, taking in museums, Broadway musicals, and countless photographic opportunities? This trip is going to be way too much fun. Musicals in NYC include: Man of La Mancha (goes without saying!), La Boheme (as directed by Baz Luhrman), Urinetown (because I wanted my parents to see it), and Nine (mum’s choice — stars Antonio Banderas). And in our brief sojourn in Philadelphia, we’re seeing The Last Five Years. When in NY, I’m considering a hajj to the Union Square Theatre to see if there’s any signs of the dear, departed Bat Boy. I’m definitely stopping by the Johnny Rockets on 8th Street to see all my friends on the waitstaff. Huzzah.

Now back to my Othello paper. Much stuff must be done before I depart!

Thank gravy the musician’s strike is over! Now I’ll still be able to take in massive amounts of Broadway over Spring Break! ::grooves::

Bwee! TNM.n is back! *delights*

I just got back from the Dallas Theatre Center, where my family went to see Big Love, a reaction of sorts to the first play ever written. It was absolutely amazing! The acting was magnificent, the staging was innovative, and the characters were genuine.

I saw the Headmistress of our school at the show. This amuses me, because the last time I ran into her in a theatre was at Rent, four years ago. She said she wanted to be Maureen. XD

I’m rather brain dead at the moment, so I think I’ll go back to work on my art assignment. Mrs. McCullough is a slavedriver. I put in more work for her class than I do for all the rest of my classes put together, and she acts as if I’m slacking off and not doing any work. Gaghk.