The World You Love

Bittersweet Memories

dweber — Tue, 09 Dec 2008 10:03:23 +0000

For the last 4 and a half years, I have always been the one being left. Bare with me while I explain. I seem to easily become friends with those people who are older than me. While I would never trade these friendships for anything in the world, they do cause one to be left. I have always found that moment of not quite saying good bye a bittersweet one. While I know that with Facebook and other technologies I will still be in contact with them; our relationship will never be the same. They are off to something new and I, being the one left, behind continue daily life as if it hasn’t changed.

Now I am the one leaving. I know when I return to visit Mary Wash, it will be different. It will not be the same campus that I spent my college career at. Those friends I hold so close to me will grow and discover themselves without me being here to grow with them. I will return and there will be that awkward first “Hi how are you?” Only this time it will be me on the visiting end. This realization is met with bittersweet sadness.

Graduation Part 2

dweber — Mon, 08 Dec 2008 01:37:49 +0000

First, let me begin by apologizing for neglecting you for so long. I feel sort of like a Catholic entering confessional after a year of sinning. It’s been about 6 months since my last entry. So much has past that it would cheapen the memories to rehash it all to you.

Right now I stand in the greatest transition period of my life. I literally have 5 days until I am finished with college. I say finished with college not that I have graduated. To be frank, my final on Friday determines whether or not I graduate. I’m quite stressed about it. I feel I will pass. I feel I will graduate. I just don’t want to jinx it.

This evening I was standing in my kitchen discussing with Sam, my incredible roommate (On the subject of roommates, I have really lucked out this semester. My roommates are incredible and I really don’t want to leave them), how we had to make sure I didn’t leave any of my dishes. This subject caught me off guard as it finally sunk in that I was moving out. Moving out of an apartment I adore and leaving roommates I adore even more. I know I can do this and I know there is more out there for me than Mary Wash. I’m not one of those people that can be in school for the rest of their life and I’m really looking forward to actually getting a job. In the same respect, I don’t know where I will be in a month and this fact scares me to no end.

What does the future hold? To be honest, I have no idea.

Graduation

dweber — Wed, 25 Jun 2008 16:57:47 +0000

My sister graduated! Mary graduated from Lesley University in Boston last May. I know I’m a little late and wrong on my updating of my blog. Forgive me. Anyways I was lucky enough to get to go up to her graduation. I’m super proud of her. She’s a total rockstar.

America

dweber — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 00:43:17 +0000

Last week I spent 4.5 hours in the High Museum. I explored every gallery I could and ended up “accidently” crashing an opening night recepection for their new exhibit. The exhibit which took me by suprise was Young Americans by Shelia Pree Bright. It’s a series of photos taken of 20 somethings which the American Flag in their interpretation of what America means. These five were my favorite shots.

Photo Credit: Sheila Pree Bright from her website http://www.sheilapreebright.com

Blue Man Group

dweber — Thu, 22 May 2008 16:33:40 +0000

Mary and I went to see the Blue Man Group last night. It was AMAZINGLY FUN. It was theatre and a rave at the same time. It was really incredibly fun. Everyone should see them if you ever have a chance. While reading the program before the performance there were two reviews one of Macbeth at BAM and one of Gypsy. It was so cool to be able to say I had already been to those performances. Boston has been a great trip. Part of me is not ready to leave. I only have two more days then DC then Newport News then Georgia on the 27th! I’m so excited for this summer but still very nervous.

Part-Time Artist

dweber — Fri, 09 May 2008 19:31:30 +0000

“You can’t be a part-time artist. You can’t be a part-time poet, painter, or photographer. You’ve got to love it so much that you go to bed thinking about it, and you wake up thinking about it. I can’t think of doing what I do any other way.”
- John Swannell

Photo Credits: John Swannell from his website www.johnswannell.com

take two

dweber — Thu, 01 May 2008 23:51:07 +0000

So this is my final project for Ideas In Performance. I’m incredibly proud of the work I did on it. Especially since I lost it all and had to rebuild the project. My deepest deepest thanks goes to the IT staff (especially Mike and Jim), Gregg, Jon, and Ms. Desi in Financial Aide. I hope you enjoy it! You should comment if you watch it. CLICK TO PLAY Click to Play This is a better resolution than the other one. This video was originally shared on blip.tv by dwebe8pl with a No license (All rights reserved) license.

The World Of Theatre

dweber — Thu, 01 May 2008 23:30:59 +0000

All Nighter

dweber — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 12:47:50 +0000

A. I’m addicted to Red Bull.

B. I can’t stop coughing.

C. Clartin + 2 Red Bull = The most distracted person on the planet.

Today is going to be a ridiculously long day.

9-10: Writing 3 more play reviews
10-11: Work
11-12:15- Modern Dance Final
12:15-12:30- Review Bio to talk to Griffith
12:30-1: Mtg. with Griffith
1-2: Lunch?
2-5: Calling Prosective Students
5-6: Management Mtg.
5:30-7: Half Hour ’til Showcase
7-9: Musical Theatre Performance Showcase
9: Finished Day

Dementia

dweber — Sun, 13 Apr 2008 16:20:44 +0000

Last week we went to see “Death Of A Salesman” at Arena. For the first time, I finally had that moment Gregg has been talking about in class. I let myself experience the moment without thinking about the sets, the costumes, the deeper philosophical meaning behind Arthur Miller’s story. I sat in this theatre in Crystal City and had one of the most beautiful moments of my life. Finally several days later, I have thought enough about what happened to actually tell you. Disclaimer: you’re about to read some personal shit and its slightly long but since this is my blog and this is about my experience in a production, I think its okay.

The beautiful thing about theatre is you have an audience whose been running around all day and finally they come to the theatre. They sit down, the house goes dark and they see a brief moment in someone’s life presented for them on stage. They come with all of their life experiences and the experience they have in that theatre will be shaped by the experiences they bring with them. -Gregg Stull (generously paraphrased, he sounded a lot more intelligent)

So there I sat at Arena Stage and the lights dim and the life of Loman’s was presented for me. Arthur Miller is one of my all time favorite playwrights. I know “Death Of A Salesman” very well. I’ve read it, discussed it, watch the film version. I knew what to expect. Looking back, I didn’t really know what to expect.

Sometime during Act 1, there was this moment where Willy Loman is talking to himself; he crossed the stage and something about his action. All I could think of was that’s my father. My father is Willy Loman. The moment past and I tried to push it out of my mind. The fact Miller allows us to see into Willy’s dementia, to be in his mind, to see what he is seeing. It’s completely real even if in reality it isn’t. But then again, what is reality. It’s subjective.

Then after intermission, we see Linda tell Willy his sons were going to take him to dinner and he goes out into the city on his mission. When that moment happen all I could see was my family on stage. I don’t know why but suddenly I started to cry. Not sobbing (circa Talya and Emma’s experience during Next To Normal) but just tears streaming down my face. I wasn’t sniffling, that was Layton rocking the allergies. It was a type of crying I had never experienced before. I believe crying is a person’s way of processing excess emotion he or she doesn’t know how to process. I cried for the entirety of Act II. I was with the Loman’s at every step, in every moment. To explain it in further detail would cheapen this experience. During the discussion in class, I’m not sure I’ll be able to contribute.

On our way back to the vans, I overheard Mary and Mitch talking about the production. One of them said “It makes you think what if I become Willy Loman? How will my children turn out?”

What if you were raised by Willy Loman?

How will I turn out?