Saturday, September 10, 2011

Soap Box Sermon: On the Nature of Heroism

Since it's that time of year, thousands of fellow writers, complainers and soap-box preachers are taking to their electronic pulpits to declaim their opinions on the events that befell the United States on the day of September 11, 2001. I am no different.

That day, I was in high school French class when I heard the news. At the time, my father worked close to the City and was probably just arriving when the first plane hit. A classmate, a boy I didn't particularly like, walked up to the teacher and said, "A plane just flew into the World Trade Center." I didn't register the statement at the time. The first thing that popped into my head was, "Dad's alright." I honestly can't remember why I thought that, or even where he was - he was doing a lot of traveling for work at the time so it was possible he was in the air or in a far off place at the time. This isn't about me though.

This is about people. Normal people who did something extraordinary. Normal men and women who were pushed by fear and pushed back.

Whatever was motivating them, the passengers of Flight 93 were pushed down by fear. Fear of pain and suffering should they interfere. It was likely that, they didn't know where they were headed. It was likely that they didn't know what the hijackers wanted. But they were pushed. And they pushed back.

Because of their efforts, at least hundreds, if not thousands, of lives were spared. The Forty Heroes of Flight 93 pushed back when they were pushed. They did it for reasons that were to each one their own, but they still did not let fear stop them in their goal. Such is the nature of courage, and such is the nature of a hero. To those courageous Forty, I salute as heroes. May God bless them rest and respite, and may their bravery never be forgotten.

Brave, too, were others. In New York, the towers fell and millions stared in shock, then disbelief, then fear, then outrage. But while the public's mind was churning these thoughts, the New York City Fire and Police departments went to work. This was their duty. Their city was threatened, her citizenry endangered and an icon of her face destroyed. Yet these men and women went to work, when millions more stopped and stared. Lives were saved, lives were lost and into a breach of fire and stone and steel they charged, with all the bravery of Shakespeare's St. Crispin's Day speech on their heels. These, too, are heroes. May their dedication never be forgotten.

Like the passengers of Flight 93, when they were pushed - however indirectly - they pushed back. Bless you, Heroes, for standing tall and pushing back through fear. Your example is a lesson to any who would do what is right.

Reader, it is not the nature of heroism to stand and allow. It is not the nature of heroism to be kept in place by fear. It is the nature of heroism to push back when an opponent tries to frighten you into submission. It is the nature of the hero to do what is right because it is right that it should be done, regardless of the fear you might feel. Don't be afraid of being afraid. It's normal. It means you're still sane and human. Judge for yourself if the fear is too great to overcome or what the right thing to do is. But if it's not too great, if you have the will to set your fears aside because you know what is right and are willing and able to stand for it; Godspeed, hero.

Since that day ten years ago, the face of the Nation has changed. In a single moment, our world was rocked by fear. And we pushed back. We showed that we are not controlled by fear. If we were, we would have folded up like paper napkins, been balled up and tossed away as garbage.

Let these words stand as a testament to our bravery and our heroes, both fallen and fighting: We are not afraid of fear. And if we are pushed, beware the recoiling force that strikes back.

-S.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Auditions

...were yesterday and today, but that's not what's important. What is important is the fact that the director of the show in question called me up about an hour ago and asked me to play - get this - a prince!

I know! That was my reaction too!

I mean, me? Big, tall, doofy Steve as a love-interest Prince Charming? Moreover, an Indian Prince Charming. (More on that further in.) Not like, Native American Indian, I mean from, like, Dubai Indian. I guess I could give myself a make-up tan and darken my eye sockets a bit, but apart from that, I'm about as WASP (barring the last bit) as you can get without being from the South.

So here's the skinny on the show:

It's called "The Ash Girl", written by Timberlake Wertenbaker (that's a woman, btw), and it's being produced by the ABC Players in Nelsonville, OH. Go ahead and do the Google search. I know you want to. Nelsonville is about fifty to sixty miles from the greater Columbus area, so traveling between here and there is going to be painful, to say the least. However, the direct happens to live half-way betweeen here and there and offered to give me a lift so long as I can make it to her house in Lancaster, OH. That drive is about twenty minutes. Much easier to manage.

Okay, so, commute bitching aside, the play should prove to be very interesting. The story follows a basic Cinderella pattern, aligning itself closer to the Grimms version, rather than the nicey-nice singing Disney version, complete with body mutilation on the part of the Stepsisters. but that's not the best part. The best part is this whole set of characters based off the seven deadly sins plus one extra who are kind of like demonic animals.

So, there's these seven animals, right? A bird, a fly, a worm, a toad, a monkey and a snake, with Lust being played by a normal-looking human being. The plus one is Sadness, who will probably be portrayed as a wraith-like woman with claws. Well, she would if I had any say about it. These characters try to take over the other characters in the story. For more details, read the script. It's not too bad. A little obvious at times, but it could be much worse.

Now, for my character. I am playing an exiled prince who falls madly in love with a strange and waifish young woman who happens to stride into the ball my mother (an exiled Princess) is throwing in order to marry me off. Our eyes meet and the rest is history and hormones.

To be honest, I'm not that confident I can play a prince charming in any sense. Perhaps if he was the villain, or if he was the boss ordering the lovers around, maybe. Well, totally, but the love interest? Me? Psshh. I will do my level best to rise to the occasion, but I can't guarantee how well I'm going to do.

So that's the very latest in Steve-related nonsense and shenanigans. Stay tuned for further updates!
-S.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Still Here

Things have been crazy in the past couple of weeks. I lost the job I had, but my contact at this employment agency called me the next day and said that he was going to be looking and would get back to me in a few days. Here's hoping for something a little more stable than where I was.

Other than that, I've been writing sporadically, playing video games and generally hiding in my basement. It's a shame, I know. You'd think i would have figured some things out by now. C'est la vie.

Other than that, there's nothing major to report. It's still a waiting game for a whole lot of things and this was jsut a way to remind the world at large - or at least those who are still reading my blog - that I'm still here and still living.

I really need to get my act together and get moving with something. Anything at this point would be good.

-S.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

EMERGENCY UPDATE

So I have just three words for you in this update:

NEW MUPPET MOVIE

That is all.

Well, and the fact that it's slated for Thanksgiving. I don't care how dorky I look, I'd totally go to the Midnight Showing!

Muppets FTW!!

-S.

Delayed Update

So I've been a total loser and I haven't bothered to update anything yet. Which is my loss more than yours anyway, so go you! You get to read new information! W00t!

I have a job now! It's kind of boring and mind-numbingly simple. I restock shoes in a warehouse (There house. There, Paycheck!) The company that owns the warehouse is NGL - Network Global Logistics. They rent out space to various other companies to store their crap until its needed. Kind of like those rent-a-shed storage places I guess, just on a much larger scale. Anyway, this particular company that has all these shoes is Online Shoes . com. Google them at your own risk, I haven't seen there store yet. Considering what I stock every day, they've got just about everything under the sun as far as footwear for the average American. At least, I haven't seen any Prada or Manolo Blahnik or Dulce & Gabana or whatever. They do sell Berkenstocks, though I would hardly consider them to be haute couture shoes. Bloody expensive, sure, but not Devil Wears Prada worthy.

Anyway, that's the biggest announcment. I've been there over a week now and no problems so far! Honestly, I picked up on my duties after the first hour or two and was doing things that the trainer hadn't even talked about after the first day.

I did come tot he realization, though, that I am totally being wasted in a warehouse. I could really make a difference somewhere, I know it. I'm just too lazy and easily distracted to actually seek out a position that would enable me to make a difference somewhere.

Tragic flaws. I has them. And they sux0rz.

I'm playing WoW again, on Lothar as always. I even started dungeon-running. It's not as difficult as I had thought it would be. Go figure, huh?

In other News, I talked to the Theatre department as OSU and found out that they will be seeing Graduate applicants at this coming URTA (University/Resident Theatre Association) conference and auditions. Unfortunately for me, it's not until January. Less fortunately for me, the local theatre companies have already done all of their casting for their seasons in February as well. No matter which way I look at it, I'm stuck until this coming winter unless something miraculous happens, which is highly unlikely, given my personal track record for career advancing miracles.

I seem to be caught between everything at the moment. I wonder if that bodes ill or well for me? Time will tell, I guess.

-S.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Il Dottore

So there's this show that a bunch of friends of mine follow. It's a really popular show and it's been running for almost 50 years now. It was first aired in the UK and since then has crossed the Pond and become fairly popular in the US as well. It's sci-fi and bounces between philosophically profound, deeply moving, irreverently hilarious and cleverly executed.

If you haven't gotten it by this point, I'll give you a big hint: He wanders through time and space in a 1950s British Police Box.

Yeah. Now I'm a fan of the Doctor as well.

What can I say? I'm a sucker for time-traveling aliens.

-S.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Moving Day Is At Hand!

True, it's much less dramatic than an apocalypse, but it's still a source of sweat, blood and exhaustion. Kind of like a pitched-battle, only fewer casualties.

Huh. You'd think people would have made that connection sooner...

Anyway, tonight is the last night I will spend in the Lakewood Apartment, dubious distinction that may be. Amusingly, we discovered this morning that the noisy neighbors next door to us are acquainted with Bruce. All that time and he could have walked over and talked to them about having loud sex.

Probably a good thing that we didn't set Mm-Bop to repeat in the girl's room all night then.

Now their junk is moved up one flight of stairs in a New Apartment in another town entirely and I will be relegated to sleeping on their couch/air mattress until I have to move.

It's Official: As of Wednesday, I will no longer live in the Garden State! Cheers and Jeers!
-S.