Sunday, March 11, 2012

Teaching Tension

Scaffolding is terribly handy when hanging paper chains in a large room.

15 year olds are very smart, very dumb, very emotional, very confused, very devoted, very interesting, very simple, very tender, very flirtatious, very shy, very worried, very thick, very transparent, very energetic, very much alive.

Its really important to know the whole story.

One can stay fairly comfortable with heated seats and the sun roof open.

The difference between 38 degrees and 54 degrees is 16 and the world.

Three weeks is a lifetime away and its right around the corner. Into The Woods will be over and I will get all my time back and lose my identity all at once.

Friends are mostly made of memories.

Its better to wait for an answer than proceed without one.

Saturday was international fanny pack day. So sorry to my English friends. Delightful holiday.

You know you are busy when teeth brushing seems to be the highlight of one's free time. A shower is like a fantasy.

There's nothing that a coat of brown can't make better.

It's amazing when people want to help. It's even more amazing when they actually do.

Spring snow in the morning is fine if there is spring sun in the afternoon.

Have you tried the caramel cheesecake bites at Del Taco? Oh boy.

Rich knows. He just does. Thank heaven.

I have found that in directing Into The Woods with this group of kids, I have spent a lot of time teaching tension. What is it? How do you cope with it? How does the audience feel it? What do they do when they feel it? Why is it imperative to good story telling? What happens when it disappears? Who owns it? Kids spend the majority of their existence avoiding tension. We all do I guess. I'm asking them not only to endure it, but to create it. Some of them are getting really good at it. I hope it is good for them somehow. Its been good for me for sure.













Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Cleats instead of Biscotti

I usually write about feelings rather than events. Maybe I should try writing about events. But you know, the events in my life aren't that extraordinary. I suppose the feelings in my life aren't that extraordinary either, but they are certainly the part of my life that I don't understand - therefore more interesting.


There are a lot of kids in my life these days. A lot. I dream of having a job where I'm surrounded by grown ups. Lately I've wanted to have a job at a cafe in Salt Lake. Something to leave behind every time I drive home. Quirky co-workers that have entertaining problems - like being in love with their professor at school or trying to convince their brother to move here from Toronto, or deciding whether or not to get a cat or a tattoo. I would love to work at the coffee counter at the SL lib. That is a loaded statement. Why do I want these things? It seems like these are jobs for young people. Do I want to be young? Or experience a different life than I did when I was young? When I was 24 I had 2 kids and was pregnant with my third. I was teaching school at BHS and clipping coupons and hauling big wheels and trikes. And playing in fountains and reading story books. It was a great life. In a thousand ways more fulfilling than filling coffee cups and cutting biscotti. But still... I want to read some good books on a train on the way to work and have to walk at least 3 blocks to get to there, and eat out of a brown paper bag on the lawn for lunch. I want a boss that tells me what to do every hour and I don't want to be responsible for anyone's happiness. I'm probably not responsible for anyone's happiness now, but it feels like I am. Is this a midlife crisis?



I don't want to work in a clothing store or a bank. I don't want to be a bus driver or a parking attendant. I think it sounds fun to work in a hotel, but maybe that's just because I'd like to go on vacation. It also sounds really fun to be a farmer. I think I'd be ok with that for one season. Wouldn't it be fun to take a year and do a different job every month? I'd like to be the secretary in the music dept at the U for a month. I could work in a high rise for a month. What do they really do in high rises? I think I just want to ride the elevator.



Well, its late and tomorrow I'll go to work and teach kids about music. And I have to get there really early. And it will be dark. And I'll be so busy at lunch that I'll eat a protein bar. And I have rehearsal after school so by the time I get home it will be dark again. Guh.



I could be a ski lift operator for a month.



Corinne is currently sobbing because Rich is taking her big toe nail entirely off. It died weeks ago after she wore cleats that were too small to an indoor game. Who knew?



Gotta go....



Sunday, January 8, 2012

Happy National Bubble Bath Day

2012 a year of celebration.

I'm not sure why I'm so set on celebrating this year. Maybe it's something to do with three consecutive months of celebrating this last fall and a particular walk up the hill and an emotional discovery that I am happiest when I have something to celebrate. And it doesn't have to be grand (but it could be - grand is good) it can just be a simple acknowledgment of something notable. Celebrating is gratitude in action isn't it? Birthday - grateful to be alive, so blow up balloons and eat cake. Independence day - grateful for independence, so send beautiful bombs to explode in the sky. Thanksgiving - grateful to be grateful, so eat. St. Patricks Day - grateful for the color green and a man named Ned (who has a heart the size of his head in his chest). This year I'm going to be more often grateful and act upon it by celebrating more. Maybe this is a resolution. I'm not sure. I shy away from that kind of pressure, worried that the right thing in January will be the wrong thing come July. A year is a long time isn't it? Well, at any rate - I'm going to celebrate this week. 3rd - Festival of Sleep, 4th Trivia Day, 5th National Bird Day, 6th Epiphany, 7th Nicolas Cage's birthday. (I was going to skip Nicolas Cage's birthday, but I really like Raising Arizona and Moonstruck so much that I thought I would show my gratitude by doing some celebrating.)

I'm hoping this celebrating will be a bit of a magic pill. I love music so much that I'm celebrating by teaching kids how to sing and how to appreciate it. I love feeling organized so much that I'm celebrating by cleaning out closets or the garage. I want to celebrate color by painting my bedroom. I'll celebrate breakfast by making it. I LOVE breakfast.

I really think one of the reasons I love Europe is that there have been so many people live in that place and love and make mistakes and walk and dance and think and die. The place itself is a celebration of lives lived. All of them all at once. I want to celebrate the planet and all of the incredible people who've lived on it by seeing all of it. And all of them. Is that reasonable?

It's 2:03 am. Off to a stellar start. I'm going to celebrate pillows by resting on some for a while. 4 of them. I really LOVE pillows.

Happy New Year.

2011 was a year for thinking. 2012 will be a year for celebrating.


Wednesday, January 4, 2012

National Trivia Day

A camel has three eyelids. One is transparent so he can see in a sandstorm.

The first TV dinners were created in 1953 when someone at Swanson overestimated the number of turkeys Americans would consume for Thanksgiving. Inspired by prepackaged airline food, Gary Thomson, a company representative, combined the leftover turkeys with dressing, peas and potatoes in aluminum trays and thus TV dinners were invented.

Babies are born without kneecaps.

Richard's - Phil Mickelson, who plays golf left-handed, is actually right handed. He learned to play golf by mirroring his father’s golf swing, and he has used left handed golf clubs ever since.

Jessica –1. In the olden times it was a common belief that a murder victim’s body would bleed when the murderer was present. They used this gruesome process in murder trials. 2. A butt is an old English unit of measurement. It indicates a large barrel – usually full of wine. So, a butt load of wine is an accurate term, and not as crass as you might think.

Douglas - Queen Amadala’s decoy’s name in Star Wars episode II, the Clone Wars, is Corde.

Corinne - Carry Fisher’s (Princess Leia) real life mom is Debbie Reynolds, who plays Kathy Seldon in Singin In The Rain.

David - In any given day, more fresh mangos are eaten than any other fruit.

It's pretty incredible to be in a family. Tonight at one point Douglas was singing Agony from Into The Woods, Corinne was playing Sousa something-or-other on her flute and Jessica was playing Flogging Mollies on the guitar. All at once. In their separate locations, but - woa.

Yesterday Corinne annihilated a pile of laundry that was at least the size of a large boulder. Douglas has done the dishes two nights in a row. Jessica is the best math tutor in the house - and the happiest. David doesn't ask for a song anymore when we tuck him in. And he's sleeping without the hall light on tonight.

Here's to my family -

"Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away."
~ Dinah Craik

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Lux

Tomorrow is winter solstice and the sun will start to return to the north. This solar event is celebrated across the northern hemisphere and has been celebrated throughout time. I love light. I love sunshine. I love winter solstice. Here's my 2011 celebration of light.

Film in a movie camera moves at 24 frames per second. (proper film - does not apply to digital film) The shutter on the movie projector closes between each frame and causes darkness on the screen. This happens so quickly that our minds don't detect the darkness, we just interpret the change in frames, or the changes in the pictures as continuous motion. The shutter is only open for 1/50 of a second to reveal each picture. The shutter is open 24 times and closed 26 times per second. This means we sit in the dark for more of the movie than we sit in the light. If the movie is 2 hours long, we will watch pictures for 58 minutes and watch darkness for 62 minutes.

In space, molecules of gas and dust grains bump into each other. Eventually, they form a cloud. The cloud starts to spin and it spins faster and faster and at some point the temperature at the center becomes high enough for a star to "turn on". Under the three stars in Orion's belt is a faint greenish haze. This is known as Orion's nebula. A nebula is a baby star. It takes light 15,000 years to reach the earth from the nebula. So the light we see from it now is actually energy that was emitted 15,000 years ago (13,000 B.C.). If you were to travel to the nebula at 65 miles per hour, it would take you 145 trillion years to get there and there would be 33,376,456,000,000,000,000 lines on the road on the way. Even at that distance - Orion comes to play in our planet's winter sky and that greenish haze taunts us. Is it possible that the nebula has grown up and turned on - maybe it's a star by now. But we might not know for another 14,599 years.
It takes 8 minutes for light to travel from the sun to the earth. The sun is in the sky 8 minutes before sunrise and leaves the sky 8 minutes before sunset.
It's hard to imagine that the sun which is 149 million kilometers away from the earth can make the summer so hot. But if you know that it has a temperature of 27 million degrees farenheit at its core, it is a little easier to understand. If you are sitting outside in the sun, you can detect three aspects of the sun's light. Photons light up your surroundings so you can see. Infrared rays warm your skin. Ultraviolet rays brown your skin.
Visible light - rather, light we can see with our eyes - is only part of an array of light made up of wavelengths that our eyes can't detect. Examples of light we can't see are radio waves, infrared waves, ultraviolet waves, X-rays, etc. If the entire spectrum of light was spread across a football field, the light we can see with our eyes would take up less space than a blade of grass. There is a lot we don't know we don't know.
Visible light is made up of particles. The particle for the color red is a different size and shape than the particle for green, or purple, etc. Most of the light particles coming from the sun pass through the earth's atmosphere and are absorbed into the ground. The only particles that don't pass through are the blue ones. The shape of a blue light particle matches the shape of oxygen molecules in the air. The molecules act as a mirror, reflecting the blue particles and scattering them in the sky.

Light travels at a constant speed, which is 300,000 kilometers per second. Einstein figured out that if you were able to travel at that speed, time would occur at a slower rate. Time would be "relative" to your speed. Light is constant. Time varies.

Light is constant. Time varies. No wonder we crave the light.
Happy Solstice.


Sunday, December 18, 2011

Deutschland

Things that inspire missing Germany:


Irish. I know. Still.

Lebkuchen and Christmas Markets
















The ever intriguing Biscoff. Made known unto the Wadleys this very year, and discovered in America, and yet...


Pete's pics.
And then there is this little ditty. I know - Bulgarian. I didn't say it was logical, I just said it was inspiring.

I read an interesting article about the adolescent mind this week. We hard wire our brains from birth to age two, and then you get one more chance when you are a teenager. Its very difficult to unlove something you learned to love when you were 15. Proven fact. I'll admit that its not just a missing of the one place and the one time. Its the wondering about other places and other times. Its like coming down the beanstalk and wondering what you would discover if you grew a stalk in the back yard too. Would the top of that stalk be something different but equally wonderful? "The meek shall inherit the earth." I just need to find some more magic beans.