An Interview with Zhu Yi

Relatively new Youngblood member Cory Finley interviews relatively new Youngblood member Zhu Yi.

	(As a documented alien, Zhu Yi never remembers to carry her passport around. That's why she always ends up drinking orange juice while everyone else is having adult beverage.)

CF: I know you write in (at least) two different languages -- do you find you write differently in different languages? Have you translated your own work?

ZY: I've been speaking/writing/dreaming in Chinese through my life but in English only for 4 years. Of course I write much more smoothly in my first language, but sometimes skillful writing can distract a writer's mind and cover the deeper truths. Since I have nowhere to hide in English, because I don't know how to gift-wrap my plays with beautiful (or correct) language (all I can hope is making less grammatical mistakes every time), I have no choice but to focus more on the structures, stories, images, themes, etc.. I become more honest when I write in English. And I find the great power in the simplest words.

More specifically, the difference between writing in Chinese and English is like the difference between - this is going to be inappropriate - making love with the lights on and off.

I write in both languages.

CF: Do you write on a computer? On paper? What are the day-to-day mechanics of your writing process like?

ZY: Firstly, I randomly put words on a piece of paper. And somehow I know what to write about by staring at it. Then I write on my laptop with the help of e-dictionary and food.

CF: COMBO-QUESTION: What is your favorite food, who is your favorite writer, and what do you think that writer would think of that food? Or, alternately, what do you think that food would think of that writer?

ZY: My favorite food is Sichuan food. It's super spicy but subtle because it's well balanced by different kinds of spices. My favorite writer is Charles Mee. His plays are “ broken, jagged, filled with sharp edges, filled with things that take sudden turns, careen into each other, smash up, veer off in sickening turns.” And that sounds exactly like Sichuan food to me – stimulating, fierce, heated and well-balanced.

(a typical Sichuan dish)

CF: What is your most irrational fear?

ZY: That no one loves me.

CF: Why theater, rather than any other art form?

ZY: Among all the art forms, I like the ones that are practical and associated with daily life. That's why I prefer design to fine art, architecture to sculpture, and storytelling to academic writing. They make me feel alive. However, even with the practical ones, the magic would only happen when you take a leap of imagination and dare to be less “useful”. So I choose theater, an art form can swing between practical and impractical, earth and heaven.

CF: I've been considering whether I should create a profile on an online dating website. Do you have any thoughts on online dating? On dating in general? On the internet?

ZY: I tried online dating once, and I could never artfully or truthfully answer the question “So how did you guys meet?” Neither could my boyfriend at that time.

But I think you totally should create a profile. You know, more and more undocumented immigrants are fostering the improvement of immigration laws by self-exposure; more and more gay people are advocating for gay rights by coming out. I believe if more and more people try online dating, one day it will be no longer awkward to answer “so how did you guys meet”. Plus a tall handsome smart young Yale playwright will bring an increase in the overall level to the online dating pool. So dooo it for the world, Cory.

My thoughts on dating in general... I was amazed by how many terms Americans have invented for dating: hang out, casual date, exclusive date, booty call, friends with benefits, take a break, open relationship, open marriage, etc. It's been a pain in the ass for me to adapt to such a system, but lately I've realized when it's not The one, cultural background, timing, distance, language, or anything would make it complicated; but when it's right, it's just two human beings wanting to be together. Nothing is simpler than that.

(I do cheesy things.)

CF: Any upcoming productions you'd like to promote?

ZY: My new play HOLY CRAB! will have a workshop presentation at New York Theatre Workshop in March 2013. It's a dark comedy looking at American immigration history through the metaphor of Chinese Mitten Crabs in Hudson River.

Another play of mine I AM A MOON will have a staged reading at IATI Theater on March 27th, 2013. http://www.iatitheater.org/programs/detail/i_am_a_moon/

10 Essential Steps of Brunch Prep: A Field Guide

The following outlines the various tasks that a responsible Youngblood member will perform on the morning of a brunch. 

1. Arrive at EST at 11am. This is extremely difficult unless you happen to still be at EST from the night before (recommended). However, brunches don't brunch themselves, so a crisp 11am playwright call is a critical part of the process. After all, there are muffins to cut.

2. Begin cutting muffins.

3. Locate tablecloths. Apply tablecloths to tables. Seek a partner to help you if needed (if possible, ask Rachel Bonds to help you, as she is very skilled at this.)

4. Resume muffin cutting.

5. Make sure somebody makes coffee.

6. Do a lap of the entire second floor (2x-3x) with concerned look. If possible, do a lap while holding clipboard to ensure zero interruptions. 

7. Clean up muffin crumbs/begin distribution process.

8. Decipher whether clusters of actors are socializing or running lines. Join conversations/suggest rewrites as appropriate.

9. Hide backstage and question your choice to become a playwright. Immediately stop when you see all the fantastic people in your life eating various bits of muffin. 

10. Stay in lobby directing the lost to the Medicine Show. 

Top 50 Albums of 2012: 10-1

This is it! This was a great year for music, and these were the ten that stuck with me the most.

10. Converge - All That We Love We Leave Behind

Top 50 Albums of 2012: 29-11

Keepin' 'em coming! But first, here's a SUPER COOL BONUS ALBUM (because I miscounted, and came up with 51, whoops.)

29.5 Chairlift - Something

Youngblood 2012 By The Numbers

...an unofficial count of things we could remember.

5 Graduating Members

6 New Members

8 Unfiltered Productions

2 retreats.

54 Curtain Speeches 

472 miles driven to and from Lake Wallenpaupack

An Interview With Clare Barron

Top 50 Albums of 2012: 50-30

It's that time of year again. We're inundated with year end lists, opinionated internet blabbermouths try and tell you what was good and what wasn't and here at Youngblood WE'RE NO DIFFERENT. To the casual music listener/theater goer who visits this blog, you might be thinking: "50 albums? Were there even 50 good albums this year? Did 50 albums even come out this year?"

The anser is yes! Let's go to the Word document I've been updating since January of all the records that I've been listening to like the big fucking nerd I am.

50. Heems - Wild Water Kingdom

I think I'm not alone in saying I want to redesign my apartment to look like the set of "Going Out and Coming Back." 

InstaGraeme

A Question To Which You Can Answer, "John Philip Sousa"

Q: What celebrated American trapshooter, a fella some have celebrated as the father of organized trapshooting in America, also wrote a novel about a group of lady-hating men who go to sea?

A: John Philip Sousa!

Bonus question:

How does this excellent-sounding novel end?

Well! While the men have been hating on women, and sailing around a lot, it turns out the captain's niece has stowed herself away on the boat. She persuades the men that women aren't so bad after all!

It all comes together in a love story:

"If we had lost the picture of Venus, my heart would have been broken, but, of course, you saved them and -- saved my heart."

 "And you think it was a wise provision of Nature, that brought me on earth?"

"I do," she whispered. 

"And I think it was a wise provision of Nature, that brought you on earth," he said. 

And then -- if the Statue of Liberty had shaded her eyes she would not have witnessed a long drawn kiss of love. 

 Two days later Mr. John Stoneman received this letter from his son:

Dear Dad:

Just got back from long trip. My views about responsibility are rotten. Yours about heredity equally so. My bookkeeper tells me that I have drawn from you to date $484,767.52 for which find my check enclosed.  

She is the sweetest thing on earth. Her name is Miranda Bradley. And the wedding takes place next Tuesday. Come.

Stay tuned for tomorrow's question to which you can answer, "John Philip Sousa!"

When 'Tis Done

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?

Discuss.

Unfiltered, as seen on GChat

September 19, 2011

Willie: oh hey unfiltered!

 me: ah

  yes

3:58 PM Willie: that's awesome!

 me: thanks!

 Willie: that wasn't even the one you did for bloodworks, right?

 me: no

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

What Theatre Lacks Is Naked Mole Rats: Dufoxy and Silverman Discuss America

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?

ERIC: Nope.

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.

ERIC: Okay.

Okay. Okay.

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?

QED.

In closing, I would like to share this image of a naked mole rat’s penis:

At this point in the scholarly debate, we turned to Ryan Dowler.

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.

....And with that, ladies and gentlemen, the case is closed.

The Case for a Second Act

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 21^st 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. 

And the biggest one begins on Tuesday.  Go vote. 

Asking for Trouble 2012: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on VHS

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There are many, many reasons to love Youngblood’s ASKING FOR TROUBLE, which opens tonight at EST at 7pm, but for me it comes down to the actors.

Man, these actors.

I’ve been working with three big talents – Merissa Czyz, Bob Jaffe, and Jay Patterson – and you should definitely come see them rock out my show, “Flannel and Lace,” as part of Series A tonight at 7pm, Thursday at 8:30pm and Saturday at 3pm. Stick around tonight for Series B at 8:30pm. In fact, see it all. It’s gonna be great.

But I’m posting on Youngblog for the second time in almost as many days (sorry) to comment on the role one of those actors has played in my development as an artist and human and why this has made my first A4T experience extra special.

My childhood was defined by VHS. I was part of the first wave of kids to have easy access to cheap on-demand video entertainment. It arrived in the form of boxy tapes you could rewind and rewatch to your heart’s content. And when I was a kid there was no VHS I watched more than the 1990 action blockbuster Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I crushed that cassette.

Fast-forward to the A4T pick party a few weeks ago. I sat down after drawing the names of my actors and immediately began the necessary Google stalk. The instant I saw Jay Patterson's headshot I knew who he was, even before IMDB confirmed it.

Jay starred in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. 

He played Charles Pennington, the father of a troubled teenager who flees home to join archvillain Shredder’s dreaded ninja street gang, the Foot Clan. 

I have watched this man act more times than I'd care to admit. I have forced my brother to play him in backyard remakes of the movie while I played Shredder. To Jay this may have been just another gig. To us, this was the art that mattered, the art that taught us how to tell stories.

So I wrote a short where Jay plays an eight-year-old boy, Bob plays his older brother, and Merissa plays their mother. The three of them tell a story. For all the years my brother and I spent playing Jay, now Jay is playing us. 

And he is a fantastic actor – funny and scary and heartbreaking – as are Bob and Merissa. I could not be happier to be working with them and director Matt Dickson. If our play were a VHS, I’d order a pizza with anchovies and watch that sucker on repeat. Come out to EST this week and see for yourself.