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im going to miss hawai’i…

the title of today’s post is actually a phrase that popped into my brain about a week ago and has refused to leave. this, could be partially to the fact that i think it would be a good name for a band… or at least a good album name… and that i seem to have developed an incredibly challenging articulation exercise.

try it…. you know you want to

say “moribund proclivities” three times… as fast as you can and accentuating every syllable. but not in the signature antoinette way of “aeeeiouaeioaueaaaaaaaaaa-ktkpdpdkktkttptkkrpptk!!” (that tidbit of humour is probably lost on you unless you went to the gaiety school in dublin in fall ‘05)

annnyways… once you’ve spoken the speech quite trippingly all your tongues… just try and tell me that you *dont* feel as though your tongue has had a fantastic workout!

so… for those of you too apathetic to look up the meanings of “moribund” or “proclivity”… fear not… cuz ive just done it for you!

moribund \MOR-uh-bund\, adjective:
1. In a dying state; dying; at the point of death.
2. Becoming obsolete or inactive.

pro·cliv·i·ty [prO-'kli-v&-tE], noun
: an inclination or predisposition toward something; especially : a strong inherent inclination toward something objectionable

so there ya go.

moribund proclivities, and to all a good night!

since ive gotten to hawai’i, my friends brett and jesse have gotten me HOOKED on So You Think You Can Dance. I used to think that it was a vapid excuse for people to flounce around onstage in front of america in a masturbatory fashion while claiming to be “art”… and… to a certain extent it is precisely that…

however… they flounce reallllllllly fuckin’ well.

i guess im going to lose all of whatever “hetero-street-cred” i have left in me by saying this… but god… i love dance!

i love watching it, i love doing it, i love everything about it. and watching this show has been a fantastic reminder for what i want to be doing with my life.

no no no, dont get me wrong… im NOT trying to say that i want to go out and be a contestant on So You Think You Can Dance… and im not saying that i want my life to amount to a showy, fluff oriented, series of entertaining stupid human tricks. i want the art (be it dance, theatre, music, everything and anything) that i make to be relevant, personal, and make people question themselves, the world, etc. etc. etc. but GOD DAMN!… i wish i could move like some of those dancers can on the show… i know im getting there… but damn

as a dancer… i get a lot of flak for a lot of reasons. one, im not *too* trained… i mean… ballet, jazz, tap, modern for like… 4 years puts me ahead of quite alot of people… but comparatively, im just a baby as far as training goes. and two, im big. yes yes, world… i am a tubby bugger, and although i carry it well and i take sordid amounts of pleasure from being able to tell people that im the biggest guy they’ll probably ever see do a triple pirouette… i still feel bulky and too big and sometimes restricted by my size.

annnnyways… the show is somewhat inspiring because it makes me want to dance, and it also makes me want to work harder and harder and harder. i know i’ll probably never be as nimble as baryshnikov (upside: i also know i wont be as big of a mysogynist asshole either)… but i know that i dont ever want to stop pushing my boundaries as a performer and especially as a dancer.

so annyways… yes… i know i can dance… but yes… i know i can, want, and need to get better.

so… has anyone heard carrie underwood’s hit country-pop song “jesus take the wheel”?

nod if you have…

…and if you havent… just nod anyway.

putting this poor girl’s very unfortunate patronymic aside… if you’re ever incredibly bored, or just looking for a good laugh… think about replacing the line in her song that is… shockingly… exactly the same as the title of the song… with some other series of words that ends rhyming with “wheel”

so… for example…

“jesus ate some veal”

or… “jesus clubbed a baby seal”

now… the trick is to sing it out loud, as if you were carrie underwood, asking for the sweet lord of lords and king of kings to commandeer her vehicle.

so… once again…

replace the words

belt it out to your hearts content

…and let the hilarity ensue!

…as if the world needed any more of these…

annyways… welcome to my new blog. for those of who who dont know who i am… im earl. performer/entertainer/artist extraordinaire. im currently finishing my final year of undergrad at Naropa University in Boulder, Colorado. hopefully… if everything goes well, i’ll be graduating in may ‘08 with my BFA in Theatre/Dance performance focused on ensemble physical theatre and dance theatre.

as this blog progresses, im sure you’ll hear more about Naropa as an institution of higher education, and more specifically about the BFA program… as well as my senior thesis project. i’ll try to keep my ranting and raving to a minimum and hopefully some of my musings will hold your attention and keep you somewhat entertained…

and with that… i guess ive got my first post!