The Places I Miss

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A few days ago my dad sent some shots of the family of armadillos that have taken up residence in our backyard in Texas (obviously Texas. ‘Dillos don’t frequent Cincinnati or Rochester, as far as I’m aware). I miss those suckers.

This, of course, sent me spiraling down the rabbit hole of other Texas things I’ve been missing lately:  Bluebonnet season, the smell of BBQ smoking out of the back of hill country BBQ joints, enchiladas and margaritas from tiny authentic Mexican cantinas, spring in downtown San Antonio (The Alamo, Luminaria, Fiesta, the Riverwalk, NIOSA – Night in ‘Ol San Antone), casual Mexican dresses with fiesta wreaths of flowers and streamers worn atop the head, cowboy boots, tubing the Guadalupe river, Blue Bell ice cream, Tower Tuesdays with the Magik Theatre crowd, cactus and sunsets, sunny days, the shaved ice stand with lime cream snowcones, mariachi music, country music, Sancho…it’s time for visit.

But the missing didn’t stop there. It went right on through Lansing, MI (picnics and frisbee golf at Fitzgerald Park, Boarshead Theatre, Williamston and Grand Ledge, Golden Harvest, The Outpost, road trips, MSU, the bunnies out back of our old apartment, Horracks, fireflies, pizza and our super cheap first-run movie theatre, theatre friends, late nights, show calls and lazy Mondays) to Cincinnati (the Drive-In theatre in Amelia, walking across the street to United Dairy Farmers for ice cream cones on summer nights, Dewey’s Pizza and Graeter’s, girls nights with my friend Allyson for sushi or shows or to sunbathe in the park, blueberry picking, the Cincinnati-Columbus biking trail, summer 5ks, carnivals, and festivals, historical tours around Cincy and Newport, all the amazing theatre and dance shows we got to attend for free, Rhythm and Motion at Cincinnati Ballet, Findlay Market and Pho Lang, parks and fireworks, and those hills!).

I struggle to leave behind the places I love; I’ve learned this about myself. Fortunately, I’ve also loved every new city we move to. I love Rochester now for many reasons. I already have a whole list of things I’d miss about Rochester too, if we were to move again in the future.

The nostalgia is still bittersweet, but this is why we have vacations.

I sense the need for a trip or two, soon.

Are there any cities you miss?

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Life’s Greatest Pleasures

Good eating and good conversation in the Roc city on Wednesday for girls night! First the Gate House for some comfort food grub with Becca followed by dessert at Get Caked with Becca and Shawnda, both at Village Gate. Food and friends are two of life’s greatest pleasures!

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{The Xerox: Fresh mozzarella, tomatoes, crispy chicken, lemon arugula, goat cheese, and garlic butter – this pizza was so phenomenal it was unreal! The photo hardly does it justice, but this is a pizza I will crave in the future…}

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{The B. Anthony: Veggie burger with salsa fresca and sriracha mayo with a parsley mac and goat cheese…also delicious!}

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{Hidden star cider wine…a treat indeed!}

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{Strawberries and creme and lemon cupcakes…the cake flavors were fantastic and the frosting was incredible!}

We’re thinking Good Luck (also in Village Gate) for a colossal shared burger and some old fashioned cocktails, baking up some homemade dessert, and a few episodes of Duck Dynasty for our next girls night.

Can’t. Wait.

Interested in joining us? Speak up :) We like friends.

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Mixed Messages

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I’ve been reading a lot about food lately. Food is one of my great loves. Plus the articles just keep popping up on social networking, news sites, and Pinterest daily. They’re kind of hard to avoid.

More-so than ever, I’ve been reading articles about the dangers of the chemicals in anything not organic and how they do terrible things to your system and will kill you, how the chemicals in meat are not meant to be ingested by humans and they are making a new medication to combat that chemical for non-vegetarians before it kills you, how dairy isn’t good for you and you should be looking solely toward dairy-free alternatives for all your milk, cheese, yogurts, etc that won’t kill you., how all nuts and dried fruits we eat should be entirely salt, real sugar, and artificial sugar free before the salt, sugar, and “sugar” kills you, how takeout and fast food under any and all circumstances – no matter how rarely – is like injecting toxins directly into your body and will kill you, how we should eat nothing processed at all because they will kill you, how carbs should only come from fruits and vegetables because the other kind will kill you, and how vegetable oil and butter should be completely eliminated and olive oil consumption drastically reduced lest it kill you.

To this I say: ENOUGH.

I love food. I love cooking and I love eating. I love cooking and eating and drinking with friends and family. I love that food can simultaneously nourish us and bring us together. I love fresh, healthy, flavorful ingredients. I love a simple bite of homegrown tomato fresh off the vine and complex pairings of tomatoes and herbs and oils and meats and cheeses that create an explosion of flavor. I love uncomplicated classics and I love experimenting with the intricate and the exotic foods of the world.

And, for the record, I do believe that by putting a wide variety of healthier foods into our bodies we feel better, look better, and are healthier. I believe in trying to fill your basket with as many fresh items straight from nature as possible. Because they’re delicious, but also because they help your body do what it needs to do. And it would be great if they didn’t have chemicals on them to help keep the pests away and preserve them, but they do and that’s life.

But I also believe in eating delicious cheese often because it is, in fact, very delicious. I believe in bread, in juicy steaks, BBQ, and cold dairy-laden ice cream, in a damn Cheeze-It or Oreo or every now and then, in non-organic watermelon, in a margarita on the rocks, in trying food from all the other countries that we share the globe with, in Chipotle and Subway and Wendy’s and even Five Guys a few times a year if you’re feeling feisty, in almonds that maybe have been candied or salted for a change, AND in olive oil or cooking spay to sautee my dinner with.

How on Earth did people survive before all these helpful articles told us about the very few things we are allowed to eat safely, and all the hundreds of thousands of things we shouldn’t eat!?

I have one word: moderation.

Oh, and I have one more word: ENOUGH.

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Respectfully, I Disagree

So, this list has been surfacing around the internet a lot these days – “Things I Wish I Had Been Told in Theatre School.” I cannot even tell you how many of my Facebook theatre friends have shared this link on their walls because they like it. They agree with what this dude has to say. And to some extent, yeah, he makes a few very valid points that I agree with as well.

However, I have to speak up. I feel like the outlier in my profession saying this, but I just don’t agree – not completely, anyway. Most of the statements I agree with are things that anyone serious about this industry knows without needing someone at a “theatre school” to tell them. I understand these are not hard and fast rules, and I respect his personal opinion on his personal blog. He owns those words and he should write them with pride because, to him, they are truth. After all, everyone has a unique learning curve from which their experiences stem. We have all walked away with different lessons.

But there’s a couple of his thoughts, in particular, that I just can’t get behind because of my learning curve and my experiences. For the sake of not boring anyone to death, I’ll keep it to my top three objections only.

“#2. You’d be surprised how few people are willing to pay for theatre tickets when they aren’t your friends and family and have no personal connection to you whatsoever.”

This, I have to disagree with. Do you only dine at a restaurant if you have a personal connection to the chef? Do you only pay for tickets to a sporting event or music concert if you have a personal connection to the player or musician? If this were a truth in my world, the professional theatre industry would not exist and I would not be employed full-time by a LORT B house with a full-time staff of 50+ hard-working folks for whom theatre IS their day job/night job/living/life. That figure does not even begin to count the hundreds of actors, designers, directors, and over hire crew that we contract with on a show-by-show basis. The reason I am so blessed to be able to do what I do everyday is because people who had no personal connection to me, or anything involved with the show whatsoever, were willing to pay for tickets. Buying tickets puts butts in seats, and butts in seats means we can continue to explore our craft and share that journey with our community – which is, indeed, the heart and soul of the whole operation to begin with. Every single day we cultivate new relationships with single-ticket buyers who are stepping foot into our theatre for the very first time. They may not know a single soul associated with that production, but they were still willing to pay for a ticket. Why? Because stories are universal. Because art transforms us.

And for those individuals who do need a personal connection – we reach out. We invite them in, we get to know them, and we open the doors to involve them so they can take ownership in the process, translating to an investment both in themselves and in us, ultimately leading to the purchase of future tickets so this industry can continue to exist. We make a connection through what we share with them. Every single theatre experience is about making a connection to something or someone in some way. Audiences are smart folk; give them credit.

“#4. By the same token, there are very few roles in the theatre for twenty-year-olds.”

News to me. We feature twenty-somethings on our stages all the time. Every single new play I have read in the past six months (and I have read many plays in the past six months – plays in the early stages of their development, plays in a state of workshop and final revision before being published or produced, plays making their world or regional premieres, plays new within the past year, plays new within the past five years, plays that have been around the block a time or two, and plays that are have been around for years and years) has had (usually, this is a generalization, of course) at least one role for a twenty-something. Look harder. Broader your horizons. Explore new material and up-and-coming playwrights. These roles are all around. You just have to be open to them. They won’t always exist, all the time, but “very few roles” feels like a drastic exaggeration, in my opinion. Sometimes I feel like I can’t keep up with the number of excellent roles open to twenty-somethings.

“#32. And finally, don’t go down this path just because you’re “good enough” to be a professional actor. For the love of God, do it ONLY because you cannot do anything else.”

I have always had an issue with this sentiment. This very phrase was drilled into my head by countless theatre mentors from the time I was twelve and I have silently disagreed every single time but never spoke up because if so many people said it, then it must be true. “Only do theatre if you cannot do anything else. Only do theatre if you cannot imagine doing anything else. Only do theatre if you would be unhappy doing anything else.” I have been working in the professional theatre industry for the past five years, and I love what I do with every fiber of my being. I love that everyday, I get to go to work and create art. I am honored to be able to share that very art and make connections and touch others lives every single day.

But there are a lot of other things I can do, and could do successfully and probably even happily as well. Almost every actor I know could likely do something else successfully and happily as well. I think I could make a fine writer, a great educator, a strong nonprofit leader, a compassionate social worker, a smart veterinarian, a capable researcher, an archeologist, tour guide, animal trainer…but I choose to do theatre, not because it’s the only thing I can do, but because it is something I enjoy doing and want to share with the world. Treating this profession like you were forced into it out of necessity instead of choosing to do it out of love, just sucks all the fun and passion right out. I think telling our possible future generations of theatre artists that they should only do this if they cannot possibly do anything else with their lives is limiting. It intimidates them. It scares them away from what could be an amazing experience and an amazing life. Now, I’m not trying to diminish the fact that being an actor is hard work, or that you might work 150 jobs that have nothing to do with acting (unless you actively translate them to experiences you can use in your work – in other words, soak in the experiences and make them relevant), that making enough income to keep a roof over your head, food in your body, gas in your car, and your bills paid might be hard to come, or that you’ll need stamina and gumption to power through. I don’t shy away from the fact that it’s not an easy paycheck kind of life. But, we can be honest while welcoming people in to this wonderful world, not frightening them away so that someone who might make an excellent stage manager or technician or actor or director or designer or dramaturg never tries to pursue it because we’ve told them it will be miserable instead of joyous, when really, it’s a lot of miserably hard work that is incredibly joyous and rewarding! Let’s not make artists a dying breed.

Just my two cents.

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Currently

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Reading: I Love You Paris, But You’re Bringing Me Down by Rosecrans Baldwin (it’s hilarious)

Pondering: 27 Ways To Make Your Groceries Last As Long As Possible (valuable tips)

Considering: Angel Sandwiches and Stuffed Sweet Potatoes (mmmm)

Wanting: Tune Belt Otterbox Armband and Gokey (for running)

Researching: Small yard herb gardens and kitchen/bathroom/closet organization (for our cozy new townhome)

Eating: Tomato Basil Salad (this without the bread and with multicolored mini heirloom tomatoes)

Listening: Pandora Spa Suite (because it’s so relaxing!)

Laughing: Mixer Antics (because who hasn’t been there?)

You?

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Weekend Wins

Friday night I plopped myself on the sofa with a large, delicious takeout box of beef with broccoli, crab rangoons, and passion fruit bubble tea from my favorite family-owned Chinese takeout joint, talked with my parents and Ted on the phone for a while, and then turned on the tube and vegged for the remainder of the evening. It was marvelous.

Saturday I hit up the farmer’s market for some farm fresh humongous carrots, broccoli, a bundle of basil, and a hot prosciutto, mozzarella, tomato and basil pastry pocket from Martha Jane’s Bakery (they are seriously the most incredible thing I’ve eaten in Rochester so far), took advantage of the beautiful weather for a run in Highland Park, drove by the beach and past what will be Ted and my new townhome together come May – our first permanent home in Rochester even though I’ve lived here for eight months already(!!!), knocked out some laundry, threw together a flavorful fresh tomato salad, and headed to the theatre for opening night festivities for The Whipping Man: a champagne toast, the incredible show (it’s a must see!), and a post-show southern comfort food reception followed by a full night’s sleep.

Sunday brought a 2+ mile run around Cobb’s Hill Reservoir in more gorgeous spring weather, mass at noon, an amazing, filling pancake (with butter and real-deal maple syrup), bacon, sausage, and orange juice brunch and good conversation with some other young adults from my parish, led a talk-back and panelist discussion for No Child at the theatre, and came home to cook some tasty homemade taquitos and salsa with the windows open, the sun shining, the birds chirping, and some mellow music playing.

It was a fantastic weekend. Here’s to more ahead! (Maybe I’ll even remember to snap a few shots next time!)

What were you up to?

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Eighteen Minutes, Worth Your Time

You NEED to watch this.

I’m serious.

Grab a bowl of popcorn because this is a totally awe-inspiring 18 minutes of neatness live from the amazing artisans behind the horse “puppets” used in the Broadway play War Horse.

Ted scored a free ticket to see War Horse on tour at the Aronoff Center in Cincinnati last Sunday and said it was fantastic – the story, the acting, and the horses.

Then he forwarded me this video about how they made the horses for the show.

Incredible.

Do yourself a favor, relax for 18 minutes, and watch the magic unfold.

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Craybie Cakes & Cats

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{Little arms Ace – the extreme home makeover gravel digger, climber, mover, and shaker}

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{Gentle Giant Gigi – the intimidating wanderer, friend to neons, and resident rock lover}

Both due for a molt and needing to eat a bit more…but otherwise, fun and wonderful as only blue crays can be!

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{And of course, the sweet guy – the snuggle thief}

It’s surprisingly difficult to be so far away from these three. Wish they could come live in NY too…

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Could’a Would’a Should’a

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My usual adventurous and nutritious cooking this week has been about as exciting and healthy as mac n’ cheese (with buffalo sauce! that counts for something), fruit, turkey provolone and broccoli sprout sandwiches, and store-bought veggies with hummus. Sometimes you just gotta let it go when life gets busy. But here’s what I wish I was making…

Avocado Chicken Parmesan w/ Field Greens

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Homemade Fig Vanilla Popsicle

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Rosemary Gin Rickey

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Also, I could totally go for the homemade creamy chicken taquitos Ted and I adore (recipe here). They are a DREAM.

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A Subtle Hint

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If this outfit found me, I would not be upset.

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{Modcloth Dainty Dramatist Heel in Cream}

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{Piperlime Tinley Road Jeweled Cuff}

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{Modcloth Dainty Dazzle Earrings}

Summer events are calling.

That is all.

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