Tuesday, November 27, 2012
If a joke doesn't get a laugh during the first preview and then fails to get a laugh on the second preview, but then on the third preview gets an uproarious laugh, do you keep it?
Would you bench a player who hits a home run every third game and strikes out the rest of the time?
If you like the way something ends, the very final moment of the play, but nobody else (your director, your cast, your friends) seems to like it, do you keep it? If you have an ending that you don't like, but everyone else tells you its great...do you keep it?
Monday, November 19, 2012
September 19, 2011
Willie: oh hey unfiltered!
3:58 PM Willie: that's awesome!
Willie: that wasn't even the one you did for bloodworks, right?
4:00 PM Willie: when did they tell you?
4:01 PM me: last week
4:02 PM Willie: and you didn't tell me???
i cannot trust you, chiara atik
Posted by Chiara at 11:55 AM
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Once upon a time, Eric "Dufoxy" Dufault, Ryan “The Disembowler” Dowler and Jen Silverman were sitting over a manly feast of beers and wings. As Youngbloods do when presented with time on their hands, they set about discussing world politics. Then they moved on to a careful dissection of the place of religion in a modern world. Then—and only then— did they inadvertently stumble across a subject that was TRULY CONTROVERSIAL.
They lowered their voices to whispers. They shot glances over their shoulders. They tried to conduct the conversation in pig-Latin, to throw eavesdroppers off the scent, but ‘twas too late. The Most Controversial Conversational Topic of Modern Times had been unleashed and there was no going back. They had entered the topic of NAKED MOLE RATS.
“The most adorable and mysterious creatures on earth!” Silverman declared.
“More disgusting than a bucket of penises,” Dufoxy countered.
“My dad discovered a new form of mouse one time,” Dowler extemporized.
And they were off.
JEN: Whoa whoa whoa, Dufoxy. Hold your horses. Reign in your seething venom. Here is the case for naked mole rats. First of all, they are cute. There is nothing cuter than a semi-transparent sack of skin through which you can almost see internal organs shifting around. Additionally, I invite you to gaze upon their protruding front teeth. Their delicate little paws. The wonder in their blind little eyes. Does none of this move your stony heart?
Look, I find naked mole rats as interesting as the next person. But damn if those things are not ugly. Come on, Jen. We need more honesty and genuineness in the world. And the honest, genuine truth is that an elderly man would have a very hard time distinguishing a naked mole rat from his penis.
Now, I’d like this to be a family friendly environment. But look at this. Look at this terror. It looks like a penis being devoured by smaller penises.
Let’s do a Rorschach thing here, Jen. What do you see when you look at that photo?
JEN: I see a visual representation of unfounded fear, Dufoxy. I see a living metaphor for the misunderstood, the societal Other, the monsterization of that which is different. I see an awesome thesis topic for a fully-funded PhD that could rescue me from the streets and give me health insurance once again!
Now, I don’t want to challenge the values upon which the American nuclear family is based, but “semi-transparent sack of skin” is an apt description of babies as well. And generally, one thinks babies are cute and one tries VERY HARD not to mention the words “baby” and “penis” in the same sentence. So let’s try giving NMR the same consideration. Just for a second. And consider other instances of how miraculous they are.
For example, according to the Smithsonian blog:
1. NMRs are neither moles nor rats. They are more closely related to porcupines and guinea pigs. (WHO DOESN’T LOVE A PORCUPINE?? – Dufoxy, do not start with me.)
2. They are one of only two mammal species that are eusocial. (Hive-minded, like bees and wasps. BEES MAKE HONEY, WHO DOESN’T LOVE HONEY?)
3. The queen isn’t born a queen. She’s a female who has fought her way to the top. (WHO DOESN’T LOVE FEMINISM??)
And finally: No one has ever found cancer in naked mole rats; they appear to be resistant to the disease. (Like green tea, dark chocolate, and coffee: who doesn’t love anti-oxidants??)
BAM. I heart you, little porcu-wasps.
Clearly, there’s some weird, interesting shit going down with these freaks. They can’t get cancer (though I wish they could). They’re the only cold blooded mammal (which means that they're supposed to be, like, lizards or something?). They’re called the “sand puppy” (which is an insult to both puppies and sand). But we’re not interested in interesting, Jen. This, like everything else in life, all comes down to cuteness.
What is cuteness? I don’t know. Do you know who does know? Wikipedia. Which is why they have diagrams like this to help us with this debate:
Babies are biologically cute so that their mothers/fathers won’t eat them. And what makes them cute? A) A large head/body ratio and B) a large eye to head ratio. So the cutest creature would be an animal that’s all head and eyes. Now how about naked mole rats? A) Do those things have large heads compared to their bodies? And B) Do they have large eyes compared to their heads?
In closing, I would like to share this image of a naked mole rat’s penis:
RYAN DOWLER: My father journeyed over volcanoes in the Galapagos Islands to rediscover a rodent thought to be extinct for a hundred years.
I can’t even write a decent Sloan grant.
I can’t even write a decent Sloan grant.
....And with that, ladies and gentlemen, the case is closed.
Sunday, November 04, 2012
F. Scott Fitzgerald famously said ‘There are no second acts in American lives.’
As a playwright, I wish this were true. Not only because I find second acts the hardest to write, but because first acts are so full of (for lack of a better word) hope. Nothing needs to end in a first act, nothing needs to be definitive. They can be full of possibility and potential and the sweet, narrative candy that keeps us interested.
But they’re incomplete.
As an audience, we need those second acts. We need them because they satisfy us in that deep, primal kind of way. They bring with them the resonate weight of human truth. Take Oedipus or Death of a Salesman, for example. Without those second acts, the stories, on a subconscious level, feel false -- Oedipus is happily married to Mom, and Biff is going to that meeting with Willy thinking everything is going to be just fine. And while the optimist in me always wishes they would end there, what makes them timeless pieces of ‘Literature’ or ‘Art’ is that they reflect life. The cold, karmic hammer of reality comes down because it has to come down – not for the sake of the plot, but because as human beings we expect it, we need it -- we know it to be true. Something within us craves resolution. It’s scientific – every action has a reaction, factors result in a balanced equation; it’s the punchline to our jokes and why music makes us tap our feet.
And it’s why we should re-elect President Obama.
What does that have do with anything, you ask? Hold on.
If you ask me (and perhaps you didn’t), this whole American enterprise has grand tragedy written all over it. Why? Because, if we’re honest, the ‘greatness’ of this country, was built, like something from Sophocles or Shakespeare, on a tragic, pervasive flaw – which is, of course, slavery. It haunts us to this day. It lies at the root of our domestic problems and undercuts even the grandest ideas put forth by Washington, Jefferson, and the rest. Because, really, America’s not unlike ol’ Oedipus or Willy Loman – we harbor this terrible truth we can never talk about because doing so would expose the fundamental lie that governs this country: that all men are created equal.
Which is why, four years ago today, something incredible happened. In some deep, unknown way, America (the character, of course) transcended its perceived limitations in that rare, amazing, Helen Keller kind of way – the kind of way you’d never believe if it wasn’t true – by electing an African-American man to the highest office in the land and put him up in a white house built by black slaves. It was a choice – dramaturgs, holler if you hear me -- it was a choice to progress and, in some way, atone for what our ancestors had done. That we could, at a crucial moment, make a euphoric choice, instead of a tragic one --that we could somehow stop the inertia of history, draw a line in the sand, and say ‘Now, we’re new.’
It was, in the story of America, an act break.
But in the story of the Obama Presidency, of course, it was just the beginning. It was, if you want to get technical about it, the inciting incident. And I think the conflating of those two stories – what Obama’s election meant for the country and what it meant for the man himself – is why a lot of us have been frustrated by the lack of change over the last four years. We were expecting a second act, when in practicality, it was really just the first.
Are you following? I hope so.
My point is that the choice we make on Election Day isn’t for one man to have a job for the next four years, it’s the choice to finally usher in that second act we’ve been waiting for.
Because if we think about the sad nature of our political system, a President’s first term is only the preamble to the bold moves he (or she – Hillary 2016!) could enact his a second. And if we think of the narrative of President Obama -- from Hawaii to Harvard, from Chicago to the Presidency -- at every step of the way, he’s exhibited a profound political savvy, balancing between opportunism and pragmatism, knowing all the while he’s had to satisfy the expectations and prejudices of a fragile electorate (whoever it was at the time) in order to get ahead. And I firmly believe that an Obama second term is a chance for him to gloriously reclaim the mantle of ‘Change’ he championed so passionately as a candidate. And I know he can do it. Because without the fear of political repercussions that a second Presidential term allows, I trust that he will have the personal power and legislative know-how to institute the kind of widespread systemic changes that America needs in order to thrive in the 21st Century.
As President Obama knows better than anyone, we are no longer a country of White Christian men. And to succeed, to ‘win the future’ (as that terrible phrase goes), we have to embrace the growing diversity of our population and re-engage with the world as neighbors instead of bullies. We have to lay the groundwork for an epic American second act in which we see a modern renaissance defined by diplomacy in global affairs, progressive social policies, and a new New Deal that invests in updating our creaky infrastructure while balancing our economy.
It’s more than possible, but the time to make it happen is, and can only be, now.
If we falter, the second act we need so desperately will escape us, and not only will that make for one hell of a horrible story, but we’ll be headed down the same ignorant, self-satisfied path that has felled every empire over the course of human civilization – and the one, not to mention, that led to the mess we found ourselves in four years ago. If Mitt Romney is elected, we will admit to ourselves and to the world that we’re not who we thought we were in 2008, and we’ll revert to taunting the looming dangers of climate change, Islamic extremism, and economic disparity with our American chauvinism. And that cycle can’t keep repeating itself. We don’t have time. Sooner or later, the paradigm will shift, the egg will crack, and in a blaze of light or in blood on the streets, we won’t recognize ourselves anymore.
America deserves a second act. It’s about damn time we turned and faced the fundamental problems that plague us. And we can – because of one man’s unique place in our history – yes, we can. (Sorry). But it takes looking beyond our little window on the world. It takes empathy and guts and patience. Kind of like writing a play.
I’m sorry, but F. Scott Fitzgerald was wrong. There are second acts in American lives.