The Big Self-Promo: Medea (Dream Theatre Company)

Come and see it! Come and see it!

Medea

Jeremy Menekseoglu has adapted everybody’s favorite Greek tragedy about a sorceress whose husband leaves her for a princess, and turned its thematic focus towards the children in the story. I play one of the children in this play…which means that it all pretty much revolves around me. (Just kiddin’…kinda…) If you’re in the Chicago area between tonight and August 24, you should make the trek down to the south side (beautiful, artistic east Pilsen) and check it out. It’s gonna be a hell of a show! (I’m not just saying that, it’s really going to be a good show. Really.)

See the website for info and tickets.

Bring on the soup, motherfucker

I must apologize, but the post about my rehearsal process will have to come later. I have something much more interesting to talk about right now.

I have a bowl. I got it at Target. I’ve been needing one for a while now, and this week I finally got it. It’s not associated with any particular club or brand, and it doesn’t advertise any particular product, but it is red and black by a lucky coincidence, and therefore (almost) matches my red-and-black Angels coffee mug.
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Portrait of an Enabler

Hello, my name is Trevor and I’m an enabler and a co-dependent.

Like most inconvenient truths, it has taken me some time to realize this. I blame my mother. Not in a Maury Povich sort of way, mind you. The simple fact is she’s an enabler as well, and I’m my mother’s son. She’s married men who are not only addicts, but are utterly emotionally unavailable to her, and for this very reason I have avoided any serious attempts at dating for the past four years and counting. Because I’m the very same way.
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Two for the road

Ordinarily I don’t like to just leave a link to a news article without really expanding on it by adding my own thoughts, but I don’t have much time right now and I really wanted to put these out there:

1) Totally Gay Happy Meals/It is the end of the nutball Christian right. Here is your proof. To go

A sharply-written (and delightfully snarky) article about how the Religious Right has lost its power over America because the public has been bored with them for some time now.

2) McCain’s Problem: Not Age, but Condition

An article by Alec Baldwin for the Huffington Post with a very rational and appropriate warning not to alienate our elders by labeling John McCain as simply “old.”

Read and discuss. I’ll be back. (Coming up next – probably – all about the most interesting rehearsal process I have ever experienced, and some shameless personal promotion for the play I’m acting in…)

Kablooie!

Here’s hoping everybody had a good weekend. Independence Day is a sacred day for our nation, and I am doing my duty by watching HBO’s “John Adams” on DVD. It’s really good. You should rent it if you haven’t seen it. Also, I saw a lot of explosions this weekend. If that doesn’t shout “patriot,” I don’t know what does.
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On Making Peace

The more time progresses, the more private I’m becoming; I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not. One immediately noticeable consequence is that my desire to write — at least through this outlet — diminishes considerably, as from the outset I’ve sought to keep my personal details as much in the background as possible, something I feel even more strongly today. But in the spirit of goodwill, I will let you in on an embarrassing discovery I made this week: I actually like a Josh Groban song. I won’t tell you which one, though, because I really don’t wish to discuss it further. And if you ask me, I’ll lie.

In the past few weeks my life has become a grand exercise in making peace, both with my life as a whole and with others as well. I can’t speak too much to its success, although I will say this much: it’s immeasurably difficult to make peace with a stone. And I’m questioning my sanity at continuing with it any further. Furthermore, to my surprise my desire to elaborate any further on the specifics to anyone at all has disappeared entirely — it’s a strange new feeling. What I’d really like is a therapist, but for the time being my stack of Intervention episodes will have to suffice.