… as the Rogue kicked off it’s 8th year. Before I go any further let me first state that my postings on things Rogue this year will not include reviews of shows. Simply because I don’t feel it is my place to do… being still associated with the festival even though I am not involved… and haven’t been for a while.
I will however give you a glimpse of the events… perhaps even with pictures. I will also reflect/comment on the state of things as I witness them. Sort of a commentary on the festival itself.
Yep… it’s one of my favorite aspects about the Rogue. New shows to catch. If you read my post below it will all make more sense.
Some may be more polished than others…and frankly, some may be… wanting. But if it is new and original… chances are… I’ll be there. There is just something so vibrant when people are trying… stretching… going out on a limb. Attempting to put the extra into ordinary. And doing it with passion.
So, I’m counting that it makes me feel alive. Really, it’s not a bad way to be reminded that life should be about just that.
EDIT 2: I went out for the RogueHop last night. It was fun running into performer friends and making new ones. I took some pics. Click them for bigger versions. As per usual… there are none of me.
Tonight the eighth Rogue Performance Festival begins with a Kick-Off RogueHop/Party. If you live in and around da Big NO you really should turn up (click the link for details) and check out the previews and rub shoulders/meet this year’s slew of artists and performers. It’s always a good time… plus the beer is chewy yummy at Full Circle.
Because of the “Mum duties” that need to be performed my presence at the fest will be a little more sparse than in previous years. Still, I’m looking forward to catching as many shows as I can… especially the new and original stuff. Just the way I roll.
On that note, I will say I wish local theatre companies (or college students) were being more adventurous in that arena. There are local folk in other disciplines who are trying something different (and collaborations at that)… why not in theatre? (Hello, playwriting programs in the colleges… as an example.) Afterall, the Rogue is the supreme annual opportunity to try out the bold and new. Nothing wrong with the tried and true (already published works… which I have no doubt they will do a fine job with)… but there is the rest of the year to program that fare into the season.
My intent is not to slam what they are doing (or not) but to encourage the creation of local original works. I can say as a playwright that bouncing a piece up against an audience (at a Fringe Fest like the Rogue) provides invaluable insight on what works and what doesn’t and what to tweak. (It’s all about creating a better finished product, yo!) Besides, the Rogue provides a low cost opportunity (plus a willing and more adventurous audience) to attempt something really new (psst… that’s why most of them turn up). And I will go further and say… don’t stop there – take the show to other festivals too! Perhaps next year, huh?
At least where the Mainstage or BYO venues are concerned a couple of groups of theatre type folk are actually pulling up their daring pants and not capitulating to the safe “surethingitis”… kudos to them! Let’s hope there will be more next year. So, go see their shows… and as many as you can at this year’s fest. Rogue Ready passes are only “$35 and allows you in to 5 Rogue Mainstage shows or 10 Rogue Cafe shows or a combination thereof.”
Anyway… Happy Roguing… and if you should “get your rogue on” – be safe.
… for the Rogue to begin. Rogue Maps are out… the Press has begun and there is even a place on the site to Blog the Rogue. There are even events that begin tonight and the big Kickoff is Thursday. Over the next couple of weeks from Mondays to Fridays (4-6 PM PST) you can even catch Rogue Performers on the TV machine at a local station… click HERE to get their online video streaming page. Yeah, you can even call in.
Rogue time is an exciting time in da Big NO… at least for those in da know. Yeah, it’s going into year number 8 and there are folks who live here who still have no idea it is happening or even what it is. This fact still makes me do a spit take… especially if I’m drinking coffee. In fact, just writing this made me spray.
We are talking about intelligent folk who “love the arts” too… and not those who make it part of their life mission to complain that there is “nothing to do in this town“. Ironic… considering the Rogue has garnered notice and respect on the international Fringe circuit. This is evidenced by the number and (the high) caliber of performers who are traveling from far and wide to perform here along with the adventurous locals who are attempting something new.
There are also those in the know who still steer away from the Rogue… dismissing it as “weird wacky stuff”. Granted these are the same folk who want the “pre-packaged-tried-and-true-decided-by-big-city-folk-what-is-good-for-you” type of entertainment.
Sure, a lot of the stuff at the Rogue can be a little rough around the edges. Many performances are in non-traditional spaces. But if a show connects despite these conditions it only amplifies the power of the performer and the true substance of the piece. I have news for you… some of these shows do make the jump into the mainstream. So, don’t deny yourself the opportunity of telling your big city friends, “Yeah, I remember seeing that when… “.
So, what are you saying, Lecram? Go to the Rogue. Take a chance. You may be surprised… and chances are… pleasently so. You can start by planning your Rogue experience at THE ROGUE SITE.
A couple of days ago, my friend, Bruce came by to help me figure out what was up with the floor heater in the living room. This is the same room that Mum is interred. We thought it was the thermostat. When Bruce walked in he wished, “Hello, Mrs Nunis” to Mum. She said nothing. I reminded Mum that Bruce had been here on several occasions and was helping me fix something. At the time I was feeding her soup for lunch as she lay in bed. At one point she beckoned me to move aside so that she could see what Bruce was up to. She waited until she caught his eye. She smiled and puckered her lips and air kissed… aiming it at Bruce. He beamed and air kissed her back.
A couple of weeks ago on different occasions my friends Brandy and Joy came in to assist me with Mum. She looked at at both of them and said, “Pretty girl”. I know that it put a smile on both their hearts. Even though she is bed ridden and can be uncommunicative at times these little signs of thanks and compliment do produce a powerful effect.
My count today are these little signs and the great lessons of grace they continue to teach me.
To find out what Da Count is all about… click the flashing sign above.
… but from this point on I move back to my work at hand. And there is a lot to do in a short span of time. Honestly, for the last couple of weeks I have felt a little like Michael Corleone in Godfather III… “Just when I think I’m out… they pull me back in again.” No, it’s not as dire as it sounds… and for the most part I have stayed out of the fray… but it has been a time vampire during a period when I can ill afford it.
So, let me open my big trap and insert foot in it… next week I will have completed the first 3 episodes of “Zeros”. Yeah, it is the video project that I’ve been working on. More on that when it comes to fruition.
Is it just me or is time seem to be zipping by faster than usual. There was a time when it felt that way the thing to say was, “It’s because you were having fun.” I haven’t really had a horrible time… but I can’t quite categorize it as fun either. Oh well… onward and forward.
Yeah, I know… another boring and mundane what Lecram is doing that I didn’t need to know post. Perhaps there will be a witty and more interesting one later.
I had a hankering last night… a gnawing need that kept me up. Even though I was on the platform about to embark on the dreamland express the thought of some hot freshly fried goodies was bouncing in my brain. I tossed. I turned. I attempted seducing myself with the bliss of sleep. Still the pull was strong. I finally gave in. Unfolded the blanket away from me which was now at just the perfect temperature of snuggly warm and sat up on the edge of the bed. I was half way there… now just to commit my actions to facilitate my intent.
I headed out into the kitchen. I rummaged through the larder just as the clock on the wall hit the one o’clock hour. Nothing in there. Hmm… perhaps the freezer would yield a treasure. Ahh yes… jalapeno poppers. Oil in the wok… stove lit. Now just to wait until it was hot enough to fry.
Plop. plop… sizzle, bubble. A couple of minutes and it will be done. Soon, with a small plate of these golden brown nips of heaven I headed back. As I sat with the plate upon my lap a thought fleetingly whizzed by in my brain. “You’ll pay for this in the morning.” The thought was so fleeting I decided to ignore it. Chomp, chomp, chomp… mmm good… I ruminated that it has been years since I had a late-nite fried food moment like this. It used to be a staple of a life-style long past.
I humored myself with remembrances of lifetimes and lifestyles along this journey as I bit into these breaded beauties. Faces and places flashed as snippets of songs sountracked this mini life movie. And when the last one was savored I tucked myself in with a blissful curl of a smile on my lips.
When I awoke… I was reminded why it had been a few years. Jalapenos stuffed with cream cheese… not exactly recommended during allergy season. So the day started a little later than usual… medication and a little nap needed to be indulged for any sembelence of functioning today. Still… it was worth revisiting the late-nite fried moment before the dreamland express pulled out of the station.
We have all experienced it, haven’t we? You know the friend who (insert annoyance factor here) but you love them despite it. It’s easy to spot in others. Yet, (let’s be honest about it) we all possess something (a trait) that annoys others.
So, here is the challenge… what is one trait of yours (you are aware of) that can be annoying to others. (It doesn’t have to be the most annoying… just one… simply annoying is fine for this exercise.)
Sure… I’ll be fair and start the ball rolling by describing one of mine.
I CAN COME OFF AS A MOFO KNOW-IT-ALL
Especially within a discussion/brainstorm about getting something done. An individual will present an idea (all excited and eager) and I will trump it. It will usually begin with the words, “I’ll one up that… what if…” And within the course of counter punching I will both (sometimes concurrently) lay out the total infallibility (with utmost authority) of my idea and subtly shoot holes in the preceding one. If I get my (I’m so smart my shit don’t stink) “tude” on and really get fervent I become merciless and this will inevitably deflate the other person’s enthusiasm and make them feel like a dunderhead in the process. (Dude, I always do my homework and have a tendency of thinking things out at least 3 steps ahead.) It’s not something I’m proud of (the way I present… not how I think)… but it does happen on occasion. (I’ve really tried to curb doing it over the years… but I do slip.) Perhaps it is a carry-over from when I entertained the notion of becoming Pope at a young age.
OK… your turn.
EDIT: BTW… blessings to all of you. Consider all ye who read this canonized.
No… It’s not a sex post (sorry) though it does deal with self love. (Not to be confused with narcissism either.)
For instance, this morning when I awoke the rain was tumbling out of the sky outside. One of my favorite things to do in weather like this is to snuggle up and just listen as the drops fall. There is a certain zen to it. I had morning duties to perform… breakfast for Mum, etc. But I gave myself an extra half hour in bed to indulge in just listening to the rain as it fell outside. I think doing so just made it a better day for me. For one thing… my patience quotient just rose several notches.
No matter what… that little something that we do for ourselves does make a difference. Some of you pamper yourselves with getting your nails or hair done. No matter what it may be… it is that little something that we claim for ourselves that assures that we matter to ourselves. It may be something that requires the expert service of others (hair, nails, etc) or it may be a quiet private indulgence (a moment, hobby, etc). It is that special something that is ours and only ours.
So, on this rainy morning I’m counting that I can… and in so doing make a difference to my immediate environment. Perhaps not in any earth moving kind of way… but it is a difference nevertheless. Feel free to share some of yours in the comment section.
To find out what Da Count is all about… click the flashing sign above.
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And since it’s the big LOVE DAY tomorrow here is a little Valentine from me to you. Yeah, I’ve posted this before but I thought this song captures the sublime delight of being in love. Cheers and may it be a good one for all of you!
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And if you are in the Big NO… here is sonething to get you and your significant other in the mood. Click the pic for details.