Thank You, Boston

I really wanted to blog yesterday. I really wanted to say something poignant. Then I remembered the night I met my idol Patti Smith. I told her that I wanted to say something poignant to her.  She said, “Please don’t.” I smiled and said thank you. Everything I felt about her and her art was summed up in that thank you.

Thank you, Boston. If I didn’t live in my hometown, The Big Apple, I would live in Beantown in a second. Thank you for your chowder in a bread bowl. I don’t eat clams but I’ll eat them at Faneuil Hall. Thank you for having pretty cool ghost tours. Ian and I have been awesomely spooked on your creepy night tours. Thank you for being 5 hours away. I couldn’t go on a full blown honeymoon during my last year of grad school. Yet you were a stone’s throw away and welcoming.  Thank you for being our rival city in baseball. It’s not about baseball now. Thank you for giving me great memories of past travels and for creating new ones.

Thank you. We’ll see you in the summer.

Here are pics from our last jaunt to our city of love.

Imaginary Friends for Life?

Imaginary-FB-Profile_PhotoFor the life of me, I cannot remember my imaginary friend’s name. I do remember us speaking fluent Eurogibberish. I thought that if I just said gibberish with some foreign words thrown in there, it would sound European. This was the thought in a 5 year old’s mind.  “Leghakhgeria” must not have been a good imaginary friend or else I would know her name. She probably let me down. Even at a young age, I was let down by others…who don’t exist. Well, now I am just rambling about vague memories. However, there is a point.

My next and very exciting project is called Imaginary written by my friend, Nick Radu. The story is that Jack Cartwright has passed on after being involved in a tragic car accident. Before passing on to “the other side,” Jack must take on the job as Imaginary Friend to 8-year-old Molly Hamilton. Jack is just another notch in Molly’s candy lipstick case as she has been through six Imaginary Friends already in her short life. Sampson, the angelic spirit in charge of the Imaginary Friend Network, explains the rules of imaginary friending to a reluctant Jack, who finds the task slightly more daunting than he expected.

Now there’s a possibility, I was like Molly to “Leghakhgeria”. I was never a rude child but I was mouthy. I digress. Maybe we didn’t do much together. I was a bookworm as a child who devoured Nancy Drew and Ramona Quimby. Maybe the titian-haired sleuth was my friend. It’s so sad. Oh well.  These days I actually know who my imaginary friends are or as I like to call them, my guardian angels. Whenever I start to get bratty, they make me pause and settle down.  “Leghakhgeria” would never have done that.

I would love to know the name of your imaginary friend and what the two of you loved to talk about in your imaginary fort.

Please share!

 

This Girl is On Fire (in a good way)

734567_10151366043499422_994910249_nMy synapses have been on fire this week. A burst of energy and inspiration has raced through me over the last few days. When those moments happen, I experience it and allow it to guide me. Spring is here and winter is on it’s way out. Thank goodness because it seems as if the city has awaken from it’s depressed slumber in hopes to get life a-rolling again.

I read every day even if it’s a sentence, a passage, a page or a chapter. This week I came across these:

“Being powerful is like being a lady. If you have to tell people you are, your aren’t.” – Margaret Thatcher

“You take people as far as they will go, not as far as you would like them to go.” – Jeanette Rankin

“No one can make you feel inferior with your consent.” – Eleanor Roosevelt

I see not only the potential in myself, but the potential in so many others. I have seen the spark flicker and die. I have also seen the spark flicker and grow into a beautiful flame. Yesterday I actually witnessed a dream come true for one of my loved ones. She knew what she wanted and she worked towards it. Then it came to fruition.

Dreams come true.  Live the best you.  Spring is here. Plan a picnic.

Human Rights for All Humans!

579157_10151350029172548_1376665203_nSometimes we need to read the Declaration of Independence to understand the oppression, unhappiness and inequality our forefathers endured in this country.  Our statement on human rights is based on the second paragraph.  At the end of the day, don’t we want to strive for fairness and equality? Don’t we want to live in harmony? Don’t we want to live without fear?

I wasn’t sure what I was going to write about today but I felt inspired by the sea of red on Facebook today.  And even though I didn’t want to it in school, I am glad that I memorized the first part of the Declaration of Independence! And I am glad that I read it once again today.

To Marriage Equality!

 

The Declaration of Independence of the Thirteen Colonies
In CONGRESS, July 4, 1776

The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America,

When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. –That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, –That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security. —Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain [George III] is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.

He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.

He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.

He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.

He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.

He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary powers.

He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.

He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harass our people, and eat out their substance.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the consent of our legislatures.

He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil power.

He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:

For Quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:

For protecting them, by a mock Trial, from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:

For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:

For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:

For depriving us, in many cases, of the benefits of Trial by Jury:

For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences:

For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies:

For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:

For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.

He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.

He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty and perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.

He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.

He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages, whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.

In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our British brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.

We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by the Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.

The signers of the Declaration represented the new states as follows:

New Hampshire

Josiah Bartlett, William Whipple, Matthew Thornton

Massachusetts

John Hancock, Samuel Adams, John Adams, Robert Treat Paine, Elbridge Gerry

Rhode Island

Stephen Hopkins, William Ellery

Connecticut

Roger Sherman, Samuel Huntington, William Williams, Oliver Wolcott

New York

William Floyd, Philip Livingston, Francis Lewis, Lewis Morris

New Jersey

Richard Stockton, John Witherspoon, Francis Hopkinson, John Hart, Abraham Clark

Pennsylvania

Robert Morris, Benjamin Rush, Benjamin Franklin, John Morton, George Clymer, James Smith, George Taylor, James Wilson, George Ross

Delaware

Caesar Rodney, George Read, Thomas McKean

Maryland

Samuel Chase, William Paca, Thomas Stone, Charles Carroll of Carrollton

Virginia

George Wythe, Richard Henry Lee, Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Harrison, Thomas Nelson, Jr., Francis Lightfoot Lee, Carter Braxton

North Carolina

William Hooper, Joseph Hewes, John Penn

South Carolina

Edward Rutledge, Thomas Heyward, Jr., Thomas Lynch, Jr., Arthur Middleton

Georgia

Button Gwinnett, Lyman Hall, George Walton

Reflection

3529_10151366040714422_506576816_nThis year’s trip to Trinidad was different than last year’s spiritual awakening. I was very sick with the flu when I left snowy New York.  Being sick on vacation can put a damper on plans but I actually found it to be refreshing. Hmm, maybe not refreshing but relaxing.  I had no choice but to slow down and rest. Even though we hit the beach and did some sight-seeing,  I just slept and hung out with my dad and family.

I learned a lot about myself such as :

  1. I actually do not like to be very busy.
  2. I commit to too many projects and duties.
  3. I don’t take enough time for myself.
  4. I tend to do things to please others.
  5. I force my thoughts than let them flow.
  6. I want so much out of life that I complicate life.
  7. I really and truly can’t imagine my life without my family and theatre.
  8. I have to listen to my body when it says slow down.
  9. Though I am a proud New Yorker, I just don’t like the snow and winter.  I like the warmth. I love the beach.
  10. I have very strong roots and amazing ancestry.

So this vacation was about reflection.  In order to be truly successful, I have to be to be passionate. True passion for me is being specific. I can’t be passionate about everything or else nothing is special. And that’s what came to me in my quiet time.

Now to plan the next retreat!

Rest, Relaxation and Questions

b13c064dbf28a0a9246a78640dce9bdc-bpfullAs I battle the end of this flu on this lovely vacation, I would be lying if I said that I have been care-free and fancy-free with thoughts of life back in New York. If anything, this flu (the first in over a decade) has totally laid me out. The fever, the chills, the extreme exhaustion and constant coughing has me thinking about how did I let myself be susceptible. Granted everyone has been sick this winter. Flu season affects most but I know that I was a contributing factor to getting this sick.

After the EstroGenius Festival 2012  closed in December, I took a month off to enjoy some down time and the holidays. However, once 2013 rang in, I started to schedule my projects, speaking engagements, rehearsals, meetings, conferences, vacations. I knew that I was coming to Trinidad this week, so I made sure that I had everything set before I left New York. In doing that I really didn’t leave much time for rest. I also didn’t take into consideration that my newest project was going to require extensive homework and brain power. I also didn’t think that one of my projects was not going to be rewarding. That’s okay though. Live and learn.

As  I try to let my thoughts run free in this amazing mellow environment, I find myself observing how no one seems to be under pressure. I put myself under pressure. The two thoughts that have played in my mind are:

  1. Where do I see myself in 5 years?
  2. Why do I get involved in projects where I say, “I have x amount of time before this is over .

Question 2 has answered itself. My major projects of 2013 have me filled with excitement: EstroGenius 2013 and Imaginary. My other projects are awaiting their turn in the limelight.

As for Question 1…that used to be the easiest for me to answer in the past. I honestly can’t answer that question right at this minute. My default answer is sitting on a beach writing poetry. Unfortunately, I couldn’t do that today because it is raining.

Hopefully, I’ll have a semblance of an answer by the time I get back to New York City. And hopefully, I’ll remember to schedule time to take care of myself.

 

 

A Never-Ending Dream

DCIM100SPORTI am off to the Caribbean for some R&R&R (Rest & Relaxation & Rejueventation) and maybe, some adventure. This week I came across Ang Lee’s personal story of pursuing his dream.  I can identify with him as I am a West-Indian woman who as a young girl, hitting cattle calls, didn’t see anyone like me. However, like Ang, I keep going. I know that I will fulfill my goals and my dreams will come true.  My past bloggers have been so inspirational and I thank Ian, Dawn, Kate and Ang for being their best selves.

And here’s Ang Lee’s A Never-Ending Dream

“In 1978, as I applied to study film at the University of Illinois, my father vehemently objected. He quoted me a statistic: ‘Every year, 50,000 performers compete for 200 available roles on Broadway.’ Against his advice, I boarded a flight to the U.S. This strained our relationship. In the two decades following, we exchanged less than a hundred phrases in conversation.

Some years later, when I graduated film school, I came to comprehend my father’s concern. It was nearly unheard of for a Chinese newcomer to make it in the American film industry. Beginning in 1983, I struggled through six years of agonizing, hopeless uncertainty. Much of the time, I was helping film crews with their equipment or working as editor’s assistant, among other miscellaneous duties. My most painful experience involved shopping a screenplay at more than thirty different production companies, and being met with harsh rejection each time.

That year, I turned 30. There’s an old Chinese saying: ‘At 30, one stands firm.’ Yet, I couldn’t even support myself. What could I do? Keep waiting, or give up my movie-making dream? My wife gave me invaluable support.

My wife was my college classmate. She was a biology major, and after graduation, went to work for a small pharmaceutical research lab. Her income was terribly modest. At the time, we already had our elder son, Haan, to raise. To appease my own feelings of guilt, I took on all housework – cooking, cleaning, taking care of our son – in addition to reading, reviewing films and writing scripts. Every evening after preparing dinner, I would sit on the front steps with Haan, telling him stories as we waited for his mother – the heroic huntress – to come home with our sustenance (income).

This kind of life felt rather undignified for a man. At one point, my in-laws gave their daughter (my wife) a sum of money, intended as start-up capital for me to open a Chinese restaurant – hoping that a business would help support my family. But my wife refused the money. When I found out about this exchange, I stayed up several nights and finally decided: This dream of mine is not meant to be. I must face reality.

Afterward (and with a heavy heart), I enrolled in a computer course at a nearby community college. At a time when employment trumped all other considerations, it seemed that only a knowledge of computers could quickly make me employable. For the days that followed, I descended into malaise. My wife, noticing my unusual demeanor, discovered a schedule of classes tucked in my bag. She made no comment that night.

The next morning, right before she got in her car to head off to work, my wife turned back and – standing there on our front steps – said, ‘Ang, don’t forget your dream.’

And that dream of mine – drowned by demands of reality – came back to life. As my wife drove off, I took the class schedule out of my bag and slowly, deliberately tore it to pieces. And tossed it in the trash.

Sometime after, I obtained funding for my screenplay, and began to shoot my own films. And after that, a few of my films started to win international awards. Recalling earlier times, my wife confessed, ‘I’ve always believed that you only need one gift. Your gift is making films. There are so many people studying computers already, they don’t need an Ang Lee to do that. If you want that golden statue, you have to commit to the dream.’

And today, I’ve finally won that golden statue. I think my own perseverance and my wife’s immeasurable sacrifice have finally met their reward. And I am now more assured than ever before: I must continue making films.

You see, I have this never-ending dream.”

(Following Ang Lee’s second Best Directing win at the Academy Awards last night, this beautiful essay resurfaced. Here is my translation of Ang Lee’s words, written in 2006 (post-Oscar win). Translation by Irene Shih & http://www.facebook.com/quaximodo.wye

Home: My Refuge

Document1Home: My apartment, New York City, and the theater.

It’s the place where I feel safe and comfortable. It’s a  place where I feel free to be me.  It’s where the foundation is sturdy and where the cracks are fixable. It’s the place where I can a step into the foyer/vom or onto the tarmac and feel relief. It’s the place where I wouldn’t think twice if I need to take a little more time and exertion to make it even homier. It’s my refuge.

I have to remind myself that whenever I feel a disconnect from a place that I call “my home”, it’s time to address it. So I ask myself the following questions:

  1. Why am I no longer comfortable?
  2. Why do I not feel safe?
  3. Is it time to move (on)?

If the answers have legitimate reasons that can be explained in a logical concise way, meaning they are not “Cause”, “ach, I don’t know, “Grr’ (though, that can be logical and concise), I have to then make a decision that is best for me.

There’s nothing wrong with moving on if no one is going to get hurt in the process. And really, home is where the heart is and if there isn’t any heart, there isn’t any warmth. And if there isn’t any warmth, I gotta go.

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It’s a great month for theatre:

The 39 Steps at Parkside Players (Check out Ian’s post)

Cheryl King in Grapefruit as part of the Wired Arts Fest at The Secret Theatre.

 

What Shade of Success am I?

imagesSo believe it or not, I  moonlight as a Mary Kay Independent Beauty Consultant.  I know. As if I don’t have enough on my plate but I do love make-up and reversing the signs of aging as we read.

Last month we received an email from our National Sales Director about taking control of our lives and living the way we deserve.  Don’t live in our dreams but be willing to take action. That’s always a tad hard but I think  if we move away from our fears, we feel empowered.  For me, my default is to rely on fear as a way not to move forward. As a result, I have to have people in my life that will help me take the action steps. I have different people for different segments of my life. Those people are my mentors.  They are my trusted guides. If it wasn’t for them, I know that I probably wouldn’t have stayed in theater (my true passion); wouldn’t have created this blog, wouldn’t have written out a business plan for Theatre Beyond Broadway. I wouldn’t have done anything. I am kind of lazy in some respects.

My two professional mentors are Ken Davenport (Broadway Producer: Godspell and the upcoming MacBeth with Alan Cummings) and Michael Roderick (Broadway Producer: The Scottsboro Boys). They help me take the small actions to build on one another. They ask me questions. Sometimes I can clearly and concisely answer them or sometimes (and this happened last week) I just look at them with a blank stare. I have to figure out what I want and what am I willing to do.

  • Am I willing to be inconvenienced to be successful?
  • Am I willing to do things that maybe at first make you a bit uncomfortable?
  • Am I willing to step out of your comfort zone?
  • Am I willing to dream audacious dreams?
  • Am I willing to say enough is enough?

The answer is yes. I will do what it takes to be successful in the world that I love. Plus, if I didn’t, I would be stuck in my dreams and in my head…there’s a lot of noise in there.

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The 39 Steps open in two weeks! Hope you can make it. Read Ian’s post!

Performances
Fridays, February 22 & March 1 at 8:00 pm;
Saturdays, February 16, 23 & March 2 at 8:00 p.m.;
Sundays, February 17 & 24 at 2:00 pm.

Admission: $14 / $12 for Seniors

http://www.parksideplayers.com/

 

 

 

 

Queen of Denial

The Lance Armstrong interview with Oprah has been on Dszpics1my mind since I watched it in its entirety on Friday night. A great character study for an actor. Armstrong’s mannerisms and physicalities said more than the stuttered and staggered words that fell from his lips. The one word that kept replaying in my mind is denial.

Denial is tough place to live. One lives in a constant lie and the manufacturing of those “truths” becomes difficult and exhausting to maintain.  You become defensive, sensitive to criticism,  secretive. You change your habits and routines. You become cranky, irritable, agitated. The psychological manifests to the physical.  You are in the funnel.  You can’t escape the tornado.

When I was first diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis six years ago, I was in complete denial. I refused to accept my diagnosis and chose unhealthy avenues to deal with it. I didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t talk about it. It was as if it wasn’t happening to me at all. As a result of my choice to neglect my condition, I started to feel emotionally and spiritually bankrupt. My body felt like it was falling apart. I was in complete despair. Watching Lance’s depositions where he was lying triggered some of the same feelings I went through at that time. Granted I was not in the Tour de France but I was on my own personal journey. Once I conceded to the truth and finally let go, I  clearly addressed and accepted my condition.

Acceptance means a few things to me: to stop fighting the truth; to not get in my way to manipulate; and to really just let it be.

I hope that Lance can find that acceptance and not let his ego get the best of him. He helped many cancer survivors and is a role model. It’s sad that his whole career is tarnished due to an act in which he denied. But who am I to judge. I proudly donned my crown as queen of Denial.