Thursday, April 23, 2020

Brilliant connections from my 7-year-old

“Somewhere inside all of us is the power to change the world.”     - Roald Dahl
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NOTE: This story was written several years ago but got lost in the depths of my documents folder until I discovered it today. Alex is almost 16 now - God give me strength, she still loves reading, still wants to be a writer, and is still making brilliant connections.



My daughter Alex gives me great hope for the future.

She was 7 last summer and on a kick of reading books by Roald Dahl. (Loved James and the Giant Peach and The BFG, but hated The Witches and put that one down after several pages.) Trying to support her interest, I picked up a Dahl essay “Ideas to help aspiring writers” because it shows some of what he thinks when he writes, and because Al herself is an aspiring writer.

Any good story must start with a strong plot that gathers momentum all the way to the end. My main preoccupation when I am writing a story is a constant unholy terror of boring the reader. Consequently, as I write my stories I always try to create situations that will cause my reader to

1)      Laugh (actual loud belly laughs)
2)      Squirm
3)      Become enthralled
4)      Become TENSE and EXCITED and say, ‘Read on! Please read on! Don’t stop!”

As I read it to Al before bed, I understood her yawns and lack of interest in this piece of nonfiction. I get no less from students – even honors-level students in my International Baccalaureate English class who are 10 years her senior, so I bring the essay to a logical close before its end.

The next day, Alex was sitting on the couch reading The BFG on her own when she called me over to point out a particularly gruesome part where Dahl explains how the other giants, other than the BFG, eat people, and how she laughed at it in spite of herself. “Dad, that’s like what you said about how the writer likes to make you laugh but also likes to make you squirm.”

“Alex, that’s incredible,” I replied. “You’re making connections that I try every day to get my students to make. And they’re big kids.”

“Really?”

And so I’ll continue to give Alex the outside texts that may help her continue making her own connections between books, characters, themes, and authorial intent. And I’ll continue my efforts to keep pushing all of my kids – at home and in the classroom – to build their intellectual collection, connections and personal meanings. And for anyone who says this is above their heads, that they must be carefully led through scaffolded steps toward these individualized connections and meanings (i.e. the teacher’s), I’ll tell them, “Hey, an 8 year old can do it.” Or just bring in Alex to teach it.

Maybe Groucho Marx was right when he said, “Why this is so easy a four-year-old could understand it. Now run out and find me a four-year-old. I can’t make head nor tail out of it.”

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Friday, April 26, 2019

The Roles We Play


"As a warning, let me say -- between us two -- 
Don Juan, my master, is the greatest scoundrel you 
Will ever find."
                                  -- Sganarelle, Act 1, Scene 1  
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The Roles We Play

I was described so often in high school and college as "nice" that it became a four-letter word in the truest sense. What I longed for was a difference - to be a rogue. And yet I continued to wear and ear the reputation of the white cloaked knight. 

That changed when director Barbara Leavel Smith cast me as Don Juan in her new play. It's my first lead role and just the challenge I was seeking.

Fortunately for me, Barbara is a director who believes in evolving a play organically, with input from the actors. So is Don Juan actually a rogue, or a "soundrel" as his valet Sganarelle says? Various interpretations see Don Juan as a sort of Don Quixote or a Hamlet, two vastly different characters. Barbara sees him as a dashing Errol Flynn/Douglas Fairbanks Jr.-type -- or Tangled's Flynn Ryder, for you young'uns.

Since this is a study in Don Juan, it's good to look at all the possibilities, including the archetype that he represents. I have attached a link to a site that puts Don Juan in the Rebel family. 


The article adds an interesting quote from German philosopher Fredrich Neitzsche about this type: “The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.” Interesting. Maybe it's that. 

But another quote I like even better describes the archetype in this way: “I don’t know where I’m going from here, but I promise it won’t be boring.” -David Bowie

The good thing about literature is that power is in the hands of the reader. And the actor. Find out yourself which way you see him.

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

Welcome to the world of Don Juan

"Hypocrisy, my friend, is quite the fashion now.
The man of principles is just a role we play."
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Welcome, Don Juan readers!

I am happy to share my journey into the role of Don Juan with my students this year. I look forward to hearing your comments as you read along.

This new play is based on Dom Juan or Le Festin de Pierre by the French author Moliere, newly translated by Daniel Hoyt Daniels. The director is Barbara Leavel Smith, who directed my first community theater efforts in 2016 with Shakespeare's As You Like It at the Sand Lake Center for the Arts. This new play will be performed in late May and early June at the Ghent Playhouse.

Don Juan, the Libertine, is described as: "Don Juan’s life of insolence, debauchery and philandering ways have left his valet believing that such behavior will only bring his master to an evil end.  While actually detesting Don Juan’s actions, the valet has remained faithful, frequently cautioning his master.  But how will God tolerate Don Juan’s insolence and arrogance?  This is one of Don Juan’s greatest escapades."

Look forward to more posts and updates on this site as well as on our Google Classroom site.

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Don Juan, the Libertine, will be performed at the Ghent Playhouse with 7 pm shows on Fridays and Saturdays (May 24-25, May 31, June 1, June 7-8), and 2 pm Sunday matinees on May 26, June 2 and June 9.





Saturday, February 25, 2017

Play, music!

“Come, Balthasar, we'll hear that song again.”
“O, good my lord, tax not so bad a voice/To slander music any more than once.”
(Don Pedro and Balthasar, Much Ado About Nothing, 2.3.37-9)
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I never would have believed that the crescendo of my Saratoga Shakespeare experience last summer would come down to a song.

But there it was. The first day that the intern ensemble read through our play, Much Ado About Nothing, we reached Balthasar’s “Sigh No More” song, except there was no Balthasar in our stripped-down version of the play.

“Let’s have … Antonio lead us in this song,” director’s instigator Doug Seldin said.

Wait, what? I’m Antonio. And while our ensemble includes many talented trained singers, I’m certainly not one of them. But I recalled how I wanted to immerse myself in this experience, not just be a passive observer. I didn’t know what I was doing. It was probably like Will Ferrell’s Elf singing to his dad. “Sigh no more, ladies. Sigh no more…”

“No,” Doug interrupted. “I want it in four-part harmony.”

I don’t even know what that means. But I continued, “Men were deceivers ever…,” trying my best to lead the group through to the end of the song. Fortunately, Doug assigned the play’s other song to Brett, a much better choice with an angelic voice that fit that heart-breaking
romantic scene of Claudio over the supposedly-dead Hero.

But I guess I did okay. Or Doug really wanted to make me uncomfortable. (He actually did give that specific direction to a flirtatious Ursula during a party scene.)

After that rehearsal, I kept trying to find a more proper rhythm to the song, fully expecting to have the song continue as my responsibility. I had fun as I experimented with a way to match the beat of the song to BeyoncĂ©’s “Single Ladies”; even imagining my cast mates and me imitating the bouncy leotard-clad dancing from the video. (I guess I can be thankful that never saw the light of day!) I also found a way to singing it to the tune of a John Denver song and conclude with “Thank God I’m a Shakespeare boy!” Finally, in keeping with the audience interactive tone that Doug and director Tim Dugan were shooting for, I sent an email suggestion that I sing it to the tune of AC/DC’s thumping “We Will Rock You.”

Tim had other ideas. “You know Bill Murray’s lounge singer character from Saturday Night Live. Try it like that.”

He sent me the video to watch and it was obvious he wanted me to ham it up. Singing talent not really required.

The next day I tried it Tim’s way. The first verse. “More,” he said. Then the second. “More.” Then, I don’t know exactly what came over me. I stopped the song between the second and the final verse, threw one hand in the air, and started counting off, “One, two, three…” before switching to heavy metal rocker mode, complete with gruff head-banging tone. “Sing no more ditties, sign no mooooooooo. Of dumps so dull and heavy. The fraud of men was ever so, since summer first was leafy.” And then encouraged the audience to follow, “Sigh no more,” to stage left. “Sign no more,” to center stage. “Sign no mo-----------re,” to stage right. Then once more to each section before ending with “Big finish! Hey … non----ny, non---nyyyyyyyyyyyy” with Pete Townsend one-armed windmill flourish punctuated with a fist shake.

I was breathless. I was dumbfounded. I was exhilarated. My cast mates’ applause and my own laughter surprised me. “I don’t know where that came from,” I said.

It was the first time I felt truly a part of this brilliant young cast, and felt truly accepted as part of the ensemble. Even if the only one I had to convince was myself.

Over the next few days, I worked on Tim’s directions to add even more. It was a challenge. It was fun.

Our costumer, Gaby, found a velvety blue and purple smoking jacket to wear. They gave me Arielle and Amanda as backup singers. They threw me a mic to catch to open my song. By the time we were practicing the play outside behind the Canfield Casino at Congress Park, I challenged my vocal projection to get the farthest weekend picnickers to look over.

By the time we started performing, I was taking Tim’s direction to move into the audience during the song and involve them. I delighted when, as my song came up in a boiling 100-plus degree day, a mother in the audience bit on my setup question if my jacket made me look warm. “You look hot,” she said. “You hear that? She called me hot!” I winked. (The setup didn’t work as well when we hit the big stage in Congress Park, forcing me to ad lib something different.)

After that fourth and final performance, Tim congratulated me on making the song my own and making it stand out.

“But why did you guys select me for the song?”

“Just an instinct.”

It’s exactly what they were teaching us to do. Listen to your instincts. Find yourself in the character. Trust yourself to make decisions and changes. Even if it looks, and sounds, goofy.

I never expected to sing this summer. But looking back now, I can’t imagine the summer without it.

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Saturday, January 21, 2017

You Must Be Joking: A Comic in the White House?


"You can fool some of the people all of the time and all of the people some of the time, but you can only make a monkey out of the voters every four years! " --comedian Pat Paulsen

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In 1968, the Smothers Brothers approached comedian Pat Paulsen with the idea of running for President.

His first run for the Presidency presaged the election of B-movie actor Ronald Reagan ("Bedtime for Bonzo") to the White House 13 years later, but came about one year after Reagan was elected Governor of California.

His campaign slogan: "I've upped my standards, now, up yours!"



In addition to the '68 campaign (won by Richard Nixon), he ran in 1972 (Nixon), 1980 (Ronald Reagan), 1988 (George H.W. Bush), 1992 and 1996 (both Bill Clinton). He died in 1997 at the age of 69.

While his campaign was grounded in comedy, he won votes each time and his commentary sounded as "serious" as others who have run for office:

* "Will I obliterate national debt? Sure, why not?"

* "We have nothing to fear but fear itself ,,, and, of course, the boogieman."

* "I will not claim I will solve all the world's problems by myself. If I did, I'd have to run as a Republican or a Democrat."

* "Yeah, I'm running for the White House again. Well, it's not a run, really; it's sort of a brisk walk."

* "Having a comic in the White House will assure stability in foreign relations. The world will continue to respond to foreign initiatives by saying, 'You must be joking.' "

We often look at politics and wonder if they're joking. At least with comedians you know right off the bat. Jon Stewart in 2020?


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To see more, check out the Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour Pat Paulsen for President Special on my companion website: http://lollounge.tumblr.com.

The Year of Living Humorously

"I am Serious.”
          "Seriousness is deadly. Seriousness 70 feet tall.”
“Yes, I’ve heard. Kills men (and women) by the millions, spiritually and physically, little by little, day after day. And he is here today, consuming us with a deafening cacophony of social media posts that people pull out of their arse. I am Serious. But I want that no longer. Today, I AM lol. And I see a whole army of my countrymen here in defiance of tyranny, the tyranny of oppression, the tyranny of fear, the tyranny of hate, the tyranny of sadness. You have come to fight as free men (and women), and free men (and women) you are. Free to frown, grumble and hate, yes, but also free to love, sing and smile. What would you do with freedom?”
          “We can’t fight. No, we will run, and hide, and avoid social media; and we will live.”
“Aye, fight and you may cry, brave hearts. Run and you'll ‘live’ -- at least a little. And lying complacent, straight-faced, in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, they may try to poison our spirits, but they'll never take our smiles!!!”

--Declaration of a LightHeart
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I am tired of being dragged down by negativity, by soul-sucking voices and actions. No longer am I interested in petty differences, but in being united in common interests. And there is no more commonality than in a smile, and in a laugh. It’s universal, with no political ideology, no gender, no race, no nationality. Regardless of where or when we are born, we can smile. It’s only time and experience that teach us to frown.

Today, I announce my Independence Day. My War on Seriousness. My year of living humorously.

I have restarted my humor website, The lol Lounge, at http://lollounge.tumblr.com. I have restarted and rededicated myself to this blog, Out of the Centrifuge, at http://outofthecentrifuge.blogspot.com. And I have proposed a new English course for my high school that I hope is accepted and begun next year entitled Laughing Matters: Comedy and Satire.

Feel free to join me in my journey. Feel free to start your own journey.

Laugh Out Loud/Lots of Love.


Friday, January 20, 2017

Laughing Matters LOL

"I have not seen anyone dying of laughter, but I know millions who are dying because they are not laughing."   -- Dr. Madan Kataria
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I have lots of love for the confused texter who didn't know what LOL meant.



Being somewhat new to textspeak, I've made many embarrassing errors myself. And in the scope of all social media, even moreso.

But you have to laugh.

I'm serious. You HAVE to laugh.

Back in the '90s, at the beginning of the Persian Gulf War, I was a reporter who had the unenviable task of gathering local reaction during the buildup to the war, the announcement of war, and covering war-related (anti-war, pro-peace, Support the Troops) rallies every weekend. And when I wasn't reporting it, I was reading about it and watching it on CNN for round-the-clock coverage to stay informed. After awhile, it got to me, mentally and physically. I called it the CNN Effect (although that term has since been used with a different definition).

The only thing that got me out of my funk was a dedicated daily dose of Bill Watterson's "Calvin and Hobbes" and Gary Larson's "The Far Side."


Image result for the far side on war

I felt like I was going through some Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. Further research shows that it's more along the lines of Secondary Traumatic Stress, which can come in the form of:

* burnout (characterized by emotional exhaustion, depersonalization and reduced feelings of accomplishment),

* compassion fatigue, and

* vicarious trauma (which is effects on a therapist from empathetic engagement with a traumatized client).

And since these effects, for me, came from the news, I guess I'd call it my own Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. (I'm a big fan of the Washington Post.)

As we face the onset of the Trump age in America, many people on different sides of the political spectrum are feeling similar effects from the constant barrage of negative and divisive comments on news media sources. Even more damaging is the barrage of semi-anonymous comments and posts on social media sites like Facebook and Twitter.

Where are Watterson and Larson when you need them?!?

Retired.

So I need to find a new source of LOL therapy. That's why I brought my website, The lol Lounge, out of retirement. When I began it a few years ago, I set out to post a brief video daily so that teachers (a career usually listed in the top 5 of any list of most stressful jobs) could take a breather in between classes and laugh. I ended up missing two days, but otherwise accomplished my task. I tried to be positive, sensitive and nonpartisan, and, for the most part I think I succeeded (with possibly the exception of some Inappropriate Friday posts).

Time constraints forced me away from maintaining a regular site, despite a couple of attempted restarts. But now it's time to start again.

As with each restart, my inaugural speaker is one of my favorite poets, Taylor Mali. His teaching background, represented in his famous poem "What Teachers Make," is my go-to video when I'm having a bad day. I also think it should be must-see viewing for Betsy DeVos to see the passion of America's teachers.

Welcome to this site's inauguration. Stay tuned. Come back often. It's time to make American laugh again.