Thursday, March 29, 2012
Confessions of a Deactivated Facebooker.
I never thought it would be me. But then again, one never does. I am a self proclaimed Facebook lover and have often sung its praises to anyone who would listen. And yet, two days ago, I deactivated my FB (Facebook) account.
Many people have asked why I've done this, most with incredulity, knowing how much I love FB. In a nutshell, I did it because it had crossed the line from being a healthy, fun social activity to a full blown distraction in my life. Please hear me: I fully believe FB is a wonderful social media site that has many useful possibilities in relationships and businesses. I still am managing my social media marketing page (SugarPlum Ltd.), my grief outreach page ("that which was lost") and the Ballet Ariel page. I have, however, made the decision to temporarily step back totally from my personal page.
In case you are wondering what the difference is between "deletion" and "deactivation," deletion means exactly that-- you can no longer retrieve your profile, pictures, info, and anything you've posted. Deactivation means you are switching it off with the option of coming back later to your profile, without deleting any data.
As I shared in a previous post (http://eslingers.blogspot.com/2012/03/sounds-of-silence-day-one-of.html), I have been deeply struck with the amount of silence I hear in my head. It is no longer ringing with the sound of other people's voices. And, being a half-extrovert, it has been a bit disconcerting. I love hearing about other people, being in the know, and conversing with friends about their lives online using the written word. Last night I had a dream that I had a hole in my forehead measuring about three inches in diameter, which showed a small space completely EMPTY inside my skull. I'm pretty sure my subconscious was pointing out my FB withdrawal symptoms. There is a figurative hole where all that used to be. Addictions are powerful little things.
So what to do now?
The instant gratification of hearing back from people, the comments and interaction that I have been so used to on FB, is suddenly gone. And honestly, there is a bit of loneliness that comes along with that.
The freedom I've been feeling from being tied to a website, however, is fighting the addicted side that wants to immediately get plugged back in. Another positive of the situation is that I am enjoying my face to face time with people in a much deeper way. So, I plan to keep blogging about this deactivation journey as I walk on. I wonder how many people out there have had this same, similar, or a completely different FB experience? Tell me about it!
Your Breath Smells Like Chocolate.
Stuart and Doreen Larkin from MadTV bring so much joy to my life! Here's your morning belly laugh:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZtjwtmzqTVU&feature=g-vrec&context=G2fc3f4eRVAAAAAAAACA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZtjwtmzqTVU&feature=g-vrec&context=G2fc3f4eRVAAAAAAAACA
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Spring in My Step
Ok, so this clearly is not me (I am much more tan... hahaha...) but I wanted to post this picture and share my little moment of excitement-- I GOT A NEW LEOTARD! These tend to be pricey, so I got this for my upcoming birthday (April 28th). It is the same style as this one, but mine is a dark gray with a yellow collar and red buttons. It's the first I've gotten from Eleve Dancewear, and seems to be a really great quality as far as leotards go.
I got to wear it for the first time in ballet class this morning. Many dancers will agree with me that wearing a brand new leotard brings a spring to your step (point?). We do so many of the same steps over and over, day after day, and having something pretty and new to wear brings novelty and excitement to class and rehearsals. You just feel prettier, and in my case, I tend to dance better when I feel pretty.
What brings excitement and novelty to your workday? I'd actually love to hear some comments on this! Feel free to subscribe and comment on this and on my other blogs, I love conversations (which is what I'm missing most about Facebook right now). And let me know if you have your own blog, I'd love to follow you.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
The Sound of Silence: Day One of Deactivation
How have I gotten so used to the sound of so many other people in my head?
(Read the sequel to this post: "Confessions of a Deactivated Facebooker" here: http://eslingers.blogspot.com/2012/03/confessions-of-deactivated-facebooker_29.html#comments)
(Read the sequel to this post: "Confessions of a Deactivated Facebooker" here: http://eslingers.blogspot.com/2012/03/confessions-of-deactivated-facebooker_29.html#comments)
Another Cinderella slideshow... Denver Post photographer captures us in rehearsal.
click here: http://yourhub.denverpost.com/highlandsranch/ballet-ariel-perform-cinderella-at-parker-s-pace-center/sGM0PwRS0PSoe1qjYrYXUN-gallery
| One of the beautiful black and white photos the Denver Post took in rehearsal... Me in my Stepsister costume spinning! |
Slideshow from Ballet Ariel's "Cinderella"!
Check out some shots from rehearsal and performance. I played one of the Stepsisters and also the Summer Fairy in this very beautiful and entertaining production!
Click on this link: https://picasaweb.google.com/114472389137222950215/CinderellaWithBalletArielSpringSeason2012#slideshow/5724660942846068050
Click on this link: https://picasaweb.google.com/114472389137222950215/CinderellaWithBalletArielSpringSeason2012#slideshow/5724660942846068050
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| Peony (Peter) and Doris (me) backstage ready to "wow" the Handsome Prince :) |
The deactivation has begun...
This morning I de-activated my Facebook account. Yes I agree, it is very ironic that I am BLOGGING about taking a break from this social media site... And so it goes.
I love to communicate with words. For me, blogging more is going to be a great way to expand on my thoughts and experiences, compared to the 2-3 sentence status update... I am even thinking of keeping a journal of "status updates" that only I can see. It feels strange even now (an hour into my Facebook deactivation) to not share about my new haircut and color (red!), what I am doing, how my beautiful friend called me this morning and how much I loved that, etc etc with all of my friends and the world. But I really think this is going to be a great thing for my soul. Exorbitant amounts of time online can kill a soul, I've found.
I don't intend for this to be permanent, of course. I do love Facebook. But I don't exactly know how long I need away. I guess I'll have to settle for not knowing.
I love to communicate with words. For me, blogging more is going to be a great way to expand on my thoughts and experiences, compared to the 2-3 sentence status update... I am even thinking of keeping a journal of "status updates" that only I can see. It feels strange even now (an hour into my Facebook deactivation) to not share about my new haircut and color (red!), what I am doing, how my beautiful friend called me this morning and how much I loved that, etc etc with all of my friends and the world. But I really think this is going to be a great thing for my soul. Exorbitant amounts of time online can kill a soul, I've found.
I don't intend for this to be permanent, of course. I do love Facebook. But I don't exactly know how long I need away. I guess I'll have to settle for not knowing.
Monday, March 12, 2012
The Road No One Wants to Walk
Four years ago, and not by my own choosing, I began contemplating grief in a serious way. It is a funny thing, grief. It appears to be a road that no one by choice turns onto, where one's heart is force to walk upon stickers and other painful things, for much longer than anticipated... Just when you think the road is coming to an end, you find it is just a curve. There are no detours or shortcuts.
In my experience, the longer or more times you walk this road, the stronger your heart becomes-- and it isn't such a shock when you find yourself on this path again.
But... The best thing about grief is the people. Those who walk beside you willingly on your journey are the ones to be truly treasured, and the ones you often get to keep forever.
May God help me be one of these people who will walk beside you in your grief journey.
Friday, February 3, 2012
At Starbucks with Thomas
It has been an interesting several months. I realize I have neglected the "pen and paper," ie, the blog for a long time by my standards. I have no excuse but the fact I've been dancing a lot and performing a bunch as well. This is a good thing, but the fact of my forgetting to write is not.
Today is a snow day, meaning Denver has had an uncanny amount of snow dumped on it. And for once, everything (well, almost everything) is closed. All the school districts, most work places, including mine, and I am assuming a lot of stores. I haven't been out in it and don't really want to try at this point. I have my parakeets and Mozart's Requeium keeping me company and I have no desire to slide all over the street right now with white knuckles.
Because today is a snow day, I am forced to stay inside. This usually means severe frustration on my part. I hate being "trapped" inside, which reflects on my irrational fear of being a stay at home mom (and as you know, one fear follows another if you don't squish them down right away... they like to congregate you know). Yeah, I know, I know. Some of you are surprised and some of you are not. I dread the idea of being stuck inside with nothing to do but chase kids, change diapers, and do housework. I realize this is a gross stereotype and probably not true at all, especially considering the joys that come along with having kids. Surprisingly, I do have a strong desire to have kids and stay home with them despite of my many years working in daycare. I am just a bundle of contradictions today. I'll blame it on the snow (it can't be hormones at this point, take my word for it).
Being trapped inside forces me to face my own thoughts. I quite effectively have scheduled myself out of time to do this lately: Ballet Ariel, teaching, swing dancing, time with Casey, voice lessons, building up SugarPlum Ltd.,worship team at church, and time with God (which is usually the thing that goes away first. unfortunate since that is the most important).
My time with God centers me, reminds me that I am His treasure, that He created me just the way I am and loves me just the way I am, even when I ignore Him. It's the most important relationship in my life. I have a friend that often says, "I don't even suck air without Him providing it for me." A certain organization in Colorado claims (on billboards, no less) that God is an "imaginary friend." All I have to say about that is, they have the right to their opinion. But when I met God and began my relationship with Him, there were changes made deep in my heart that aren't even possible to comprehend outside of something hugely and spiritually OTHER. The only explanation (along with the fact I'm pretty sure you can't have a living, breathing relationship with someone that doesn't exist...) I can give is that He has downloaded His Spirit inside my soul and is remodeling and healing my heart step by step.
Off my soapbox now. My whole point in all this is that my thoughts today center around my relationships and fears. I have had many intense experiences in the last several months, the largest of them being cast in and performing one of the most difficult roles in Nutcracker, Sugar Plum Fairy. My version was slightly different than some but still posed a major issue to my self confidence. I made it through and not nearly without God holding me up every step of the way. There were many tears and moments of doubt, but He wiped every single one away. Take home lesson for Gina: It makes sense for me to hold onto Him with all of my being.
So why is it that the first person I ignore is Him?
It's not because He is imaginary.
I think it is because He is invisible.
The love I have poured out onto me daily through His word, His people, and in His covering of me in my life isn't invisible. There are many paintings and drawings of Jesus which give me a visual, but it's still not the same as having, say, Casey right in front of me in flesh and blood. I am envious of Peter, John, Judas, etc who had Jesus right in front of them. Although who am I to say I'd have believed and trusted in Him even if He had been right there in front of me? I probably would have been the one hanging out at Starbucks with Thomas, talking about it all and saying. "What's the big deal about this Jesus guy anyway. How's your latte?"
Having an invisible Savior... It takes a bit of moving around of expectations of relationships on this earth-- in this life at least. And that is the spiritual journey. Some call it faith. Today I want to call it trust.
Instead of trusting in other people or in rewards in this life I want to trust in His love and provision. That if all else falls away (like Job in the Bible. That guy lost EVERYTHING and came out the other end-- after a lot of struggling, of course-- trusting anyway). That if everyone abandons me (which I've come to realize is my greatest and most debilitating fear lately), He is still there and that is more than enough. He's proven it millions upon millions of times since we met personally back when I was 20.
It's like jumping off a cliff and expecting Him to catch me. Sounds crazy doesn't it?
Today is a snow day, meaning Denver has had an uncanny amount of snow dumped on it. And for once, everything (well, almost everything) is closed. All the school districts, most work places, including mine, and I am assuming a lot of stores. I haven't been out in it and don't really want to try at this point. I have my parakeets and Mozart's Requeium keeping me company and I have no desire to slide all over the street right now with white knuckles.
Because today is a snow day, I am forced to stay inside. This usually means severe frustration on my part. I hate being "trapped" inside, which reflects on my irrational fear of being a stay at home mom (and as you know, one fear follows another if you don't squish them down right away... they like to congregate you know). Yeah, I know, I know. Some of you are surprised and some of you are not. I dread the idea of being stuck inside with nothing to do but chase kids, change diapers, and do housework. I realize this is a gross stereotype and probably not true at all, especially considering the joys that come along with having kids. Surprisingly, I do have a strong desire to have kids and stay home with them despite of my many years working in daycare. I am just a bundle of contradictions today. I'll blame it on the snow (it can't be hormones at this point, take my word for it).
Being trapped inside forces me to face my own thoughts. I quite effectively have scheduled myself out of time to do this lately: Ballet Ariel, teaching, swing dancing, time with Casey, voice lessons, building up SugarPlum Ltd.,worship team at church, and time with God (which is usually the thing that goes away first. unfortunate since that is the most important).
My time with God centers me, reminds me that I am His treasure, that He created me just the way I am and loves me just the way I am, even when I ignore Him. It's the most important relationship in my life. I have a friend that often says, "I don't even suck air without Him providing it for me." A certain organization in Colorado claims (on billboards, no less) that God is an "imaginary friend." All I have to say about that is, they have the right to their opinion. But when I met God and began my relationship with Him, there were changes made deep in my heart that aren't even possible to comprehend outside of something hugely and spiritually OTHER. The only explanation (along with the fact I'm pretty sure you can't have a living, breathing relationship with someone that doesn't exist...) I can give is that He has downloaded His Spirit inside my soul and is remodeling and healing my heart step by step.
Off my soapbox now. My whole point in all this is that my thoughts today center around my relationships and fears. I have had many intense experiences in the last several months, the largest of them being cast in and performing one of the most difficult roles in Nutcracker, Sugar Plum Fairy. My version was slightly different than some but still posed a major issue to my self confidence. I made it through and not nearly without God holding me up every step of the way. There were many tears and moments of doubt, but He wiped every single one away. Take home lesson for Gina: It makes sense for me to hold onto Him with all of my being.
So why is it that the first person I ignore is Him?
It's not because He is imaginary.
I think it is because He is invisible.
The love I have poured out onto me daily through His word, His people, and in His covering of me in my life isn't invisible. There are many paintings and drawings of Jesus which give me a visual, but it's still not the same as having, say, Casey right in front of me in flesh and blood. I am envious of Peter, John, Judas, etc who had Jesus right in front of them. Although who am I to say I'd have believed and trusted in Him even if He had been right there in front of me? I probably would have been the one hanging out at Starbucks with Thomas, talking about it all and saying. "What's the big deal about this Jesus guy anyway. How's your latte?"
Having an invisible Savior... It takes a bit of moving around of expectations of relationships on this earth-- in this life at least. And that is the spiritual journey. Some call it faith. Today I want to call it trust.
Instead of trusting in other people or in rewards in this life I want to trust in His love and provision. That if all else falls away (like Job in the Bible. That guy lost EVERYTHING and came out the other end-- after a lot of struggling, of course-- trusting anyway). That if everyone abandons me (which I've come to realize is my greatest and most debilitating fear lately), He is still there and that is more than enough. He's proven it millions upon millions of times since we met personally back when I was 20.
It's like jumping off a cliff and expecting Him to catch me. Sounds crazy doesn't it?
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Molly Brown makes history in Leadville!
| Molly and JJ Brown |
I just got back from touring to Leadville, Colorado with my dance company. This town (which you probably have never heard of unless you are a history buff) was where the famous "Unsinkable Molly Brown" got her start in life. She moved there, began working as a seamstress, married for love (JJ Brown) and later on became famous for surviving the doomed Titanic voyage and championing womens rights in the early 1900's.
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| Street view of the historic Tabor Opera House |
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| The stage of the historic Tabor Opera House |
Even in the first moments we drove into town, I began imagining where Molly had walked (through the mountains, up the street to go to the drugstore) and the significance of our performing there began to hit me. This made the entire experience very meaningful to me, and I think to the company as a whole. From when we first walked into the historical theater to prepare for rehearsals, to the final bow at the end of the show filled with "bravo!"s and "brava!"s (thanks to the very entertaining master of ceremonies, who taught and encouraged the audience beforehand where and when to cheer for us :)) it was an experience Ballet Ariel is not likely to forget. These are the moments that dancers and performers live for-- when your performance means something special historically, emotionally, and artistically to yourself and to the audience.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
I smell pretty... I smell pretty...
Some things require you be a girl to be excited about. I recently decided to spend my birthday money on perfume. Why you ask? Because I never spend more than ten dollars on any sort of nice-smelling product and I thought, "Why not spend it on something totally frilly that I'd never get to buy otherwise." And yes, I have always been a bit dissatisfied with the amount of time the scent of lotion/body spray/etc lasted on my body, and I assume the more expensive kind lasts longer. This decision also places me squarely in the "grown up" category-- the "I spent more than ten dollars on perfume" section of women.
It fascinates me to ponder the differences between my women friends: Some are so girly they seem to have a pink aura floating about them 24/7. Some others refuse to wear makeup at all. As far as where I land between the two extremes, I am definitely more on the girly side. Especially since living in Italy about 8 years ago. There are very few tomboy-ish women in that culture, and the ones you see there are most likely Americans who haven't figured out yet that baggy t-shirts are a no-go there. I think I brought more than ten BIG shirts in country with me-- and I left with one. Maybe two.
Enough rabbit trail for now... And by the way, this is in no way an advertisement for Clinique. In fact if you went looking for this particular product I am about to describe, you won't find it because it is a spring season product and everyone is sold out. I barely found this one online. But here it is:
It fascinates me to ponder the differences between my women friends: Some are so girly they seem to have a pink aura floating about them 24/7. Some others refuse to wear makeup at all. As far as where I land between the two extremes, I am definitely more on the girly side. Especially since living in Italy about 8 years ago. There are very few tomboy-ish women in that culture, and the ones you see there are most likely Americans who haven't figured out yet that baggy t-shirts are a no-go there. I think I brought more than ten BIG shirts in country with me-- and I left with one. Maybe two.
Enough rabbit trail for now... And by the way, this is in no way an advertisement for Clinique. In fact if you went looking for this particular product I am about to describe, you won't find it because it is a spring season product and everyone is sold out. I barely found this one online. But here it is:
"Happy in Bloom"-- it is just flowery enough to not be overpowering, and not too powdery. It makes me feel prettier when I wear it. And that is why I place myself more on the "girly" side of the continuum. I like being a girl... How about you girls out there? Where do you land on the "girly" continuum?
Monday, June 6, 2011
Twitter and Donut Holes
Twitter is a fascinating little society. At first when I heard about it, I thought, "An entire site dedicated to (short) update statuses? What is the point?"
And now, after personally joining myself, I have found that yes, it is true. It is a site mostly concocted of short blurbs and updates. What is the point then?...
Exactly.
Twitter gets straight to the point. It gives you all you need to know in your ten minute coffee break at work, and if you want to check out the person's/company's/etc's website for more research later when you get home, you can. It's like a donut hole or a mini can of Coke. If you don't have much time for a WHOLE donut, this is your site. I have found it is totally worth joining Twitter just to follow funny people like Conan O'Brien or Jim Gaffigan, who daily share hilarious little one line zingers. And if you start following someone and find out they are more interesting than you anticipated... Bonus! Then you can go get a dozen donuts of the same flavor at Krispy Kreme. Mmmmm... Krispy Kreme...
And that's why I like Twitter. And (here goes my plug) this is why, if you are at all interested in the dance/live music/original film/art world in the Denver Metro area, you should check out and follow DelusionsofGrandeur (DenverDelusions) on Twitter. You'll get bite sized updates about what's going on and keep up on the important stuff. The only other thing I am going to say about Delusions (about which I've said lots more in preceding blog posts, if you decide you're hungry for the whole donut :) ) is that it was the artistic highlight of my dance year last summer and it is already the highlight of my dance year this year. Which is saying quite a lot considering we've only had about four rehearsals so far... Oh, and if you really want to know more and go for the whole boxed dozen... http://bodyofsound.wordpress.com/
*gets down off Twitter soapbox, gets into car, drives to Krispy Kreme*
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Apparently my hair REALLY needed to be flat ironed.
I started sleepwalking as a child. The earliest memory I have of doing it is when I was eleven and preoccupied by the upcoming babysitting job I had the next day. I had created a sort of "kid kit" to bring with me to the job, full of crayons, games, etc to occupy the kids I was to babysit (extra points to you if you know where I got the idea!!). Apparently I got out of bed that night, grabbed the kid kit, and proceeded to try and exit the front door. My mom found me fiddling with the lock and gently led me back to bed. "Never wake a sleepwalker," people say. I think there is some kind of legend out there that the sleepwalker will have a heart attack or something like that. The times I've been woken up in the process though, I've only been slightly annoyed and embarrassed. I have never except for the above occurence, tried to exit the house, and most of the time I have almost complete clarity of what I am doing at the time. For example...
In the past while sleepwalking, I've looked out windows for minutes at a time (my favorite sleepwalking activity), taught ballet (sometimes from the bed and sometimes standing up: "Ok, now, go to the right... Good... No, Jan, don't sickle!"), rehearsed for plays (I often notice what time it is-- "Why am I rehearsing at 4 am? Oh well, I guess I have to do it..."), took stuff off the wall and put it near my bed (a mirror a few years ago in Portland), and pulled entire comforters/sheet combos off the bed. Nothing compares to the other night here in Denver though.
I was dreaming that I was part of a wedding, and that I needed to do my hair for a photo shoot involved. I looked at the clock and it was 2:30 am. This, by the way, is what I often do when I sleepwalk-- notice the strange timing of whatever I am supposed to be doing, and sit confused for a while about whether I should just go back to bed or continue in the task. That is exactly what I did the other night, but apparently thought I should probably go ahead and do it just in case it was reality. So I walked over to the bathroom, opened up the cabinet and pulled out my flat iron, and plugged it in. I went back to bed until it got hot. Then, I got up and proceeded to, yes, flat iron my hair. I only got to a couple sections on the left side of my head when I thought (again, normal for this sort of thing), "This is weird timing for this photo shoot. It's three in the morning. I wonder if I am sleepwalking. I should just go back to bed." So that is what I did, after unplugging the flat iron of course. What was funny was I didn't even come close to burning myself. It's like I am in an alternate universe when it happens.
Do you sleepwalk? What is the weirdest thing you've ever done if you do?
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Delusions of Grandeur
Today I had another rehearsal with Delusions of Grandeur (the company made up of professional dancers, musicians, and other artists in the Denver/Boulder area, choreographing/composing and performing their own original works). We are working on "Eternal Dialogue," our summer show. This is the company I performed with last July-- the production in which I shared my piece "that which was lost" for the first time-- and I am super excited to be involved again. All the dancers, choreographers, musicians and artists are hand picked and are of amazing talent and quality. I am honored to be part of this group. One piece I am part of is set to "Clair de Lune"-- the music as well as the choreography is beautiful and haunting. This piece in particular is already feeling like one of the artistic highlights of my year dance-wise.
I am in several pieces for this show, and am also choreographing another piece to Glenn Miller's "American Patrol," half of which I got to set on my dancers today. They exceeded my expectations even for a first rehearsal, and I am so excited to see how it will grow to be even better! It is a comedy (with many slapstick elements) based on the home life of a stereotypical 50's married couple, and the husband discovers halfway through that he can control the wife with the tv remote. The dancers I cast are natural comedians and are bringing their own hilarious touches to the characters. It's amazing to me that the choreography I feel I was given in my head and soul, can and will be expressed by others and made into something to be shared onstage. Last year I was in my own piece, which is a bit different. This time I can be on the outside and watch every step as an director which is a great thing. I am already enjoying this new role.
I am also in charge of marketing for the company this year. This means updating the website, facebook page, twitter page, writing and designing the newsletter, and keeping us in the news in general. Here is the website for the company with a blog to keep you up on all the happenings for Delusions and "Eternal Dialogue" (we are doing three performances this year in August, two up in Boulder and one here in Denver!): bodyofsound.wordpress.com
I am in several pieces for this show, and am also choreographing another piece to Glenn Miller's "American Patrol," half of which I got to set on my dancers today. They exceeded my expectations even for a first rehearsal, and I am so excited to see how it will grow to be even better! It is a comedy (with many slapstick elements) based on the home life of a stereotypical 50's married couple, and the husband discovers halfway through that he can control the wife with the tv remote. The dancers I cast are natural comedians and are bringing their own hilarious touches to the characters. It's amazing to me that the choreography I feel I was given in my head and soul, can and will be expressed by others and made into something to be shared onstage. Last year I was in my own piece, which is a bit different. This time I can be on the outside and watch every step as an director which is a great thing. I am already enjoying this new role.
I am also in charge of marketing for the company this year. This means updating the website, facebook page, twitter page, writing and designing the newsletter, and keeping us in the news in general. Here is the website for the company with a blog to keep you up on all the happenings for Delusions and "Eternal Dialogue" (we are doing three performances this year in August, two up in Boulder and one here in Denver!): bodyofsound.wordpress.com
Monday, May 23, 2011
an inconsequential post about bird feeders and birds.
We have a bird feeder now, it's hanging outside our sliding glass door. When I am eating at the table I can see the birds pigging out which is super cute. And it is driving our cat Stella crazy to be so close, yet so far away to the birds...
I like to go to Starbucks to journal, read, and get some alone time with God or just with myself. In Oregon, I used to love when it was warm enough for me to sit outside and do this mostly because the tiny little "hoppy" birds would be nearby looking for crumbs. I loved how they hopped around instead of walked. They had some serious glute strength, those little birds! They just made me happy. Some of these birds have come to eat the seed out of our feeder and that has made me smile lately.
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| This isn't the feeder we have, but isn't it pretty? These look like the "hoppy birds" I speak of in the next paragraph. |
Sunday, May 22, 2011
the end of things.
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| teen dancers in waltz scene after "Shipoopi" |
No, I am not going to talk about the supposed "end of the world" which (shocker) didn't end up happening... I'm going to talk about the fact we closed Music Man this last weekend (May 15th)... The cast was one of the most positive and caring bunch of people I have worked with so far, the play was just plain FUN, and overall the experience was amazing and one I just wanted to go on and on. I was not ready to close the show-- I could have easily done three more weekends.
They say all good things must come to an end, but along with these kind of endings come post show blues. You work with a group of people for sometimes months, put your hearts and souls into a show as a unit and become really close because of the mutual goals and efforts. This causes sometimes serious withdrawals (especially because the reality is you won't keep in touch with everyone you became so close with-- the cast had over 35 people!) Offstage, one of my favorite things about this experience offstage were the pre-show prayer circles we'd do before most shows. It was so neat to see even the kids come out and pray with us. Onstage I feel I really grew as an actress and singer playing Zaneeta. The choreography was just FUN, and I had a blast playing and dancing onstage with the other "teen dancers." There were so many special moments onstage with other actors that I'll never forget, and singing along with an entire cast has always been such a beautiful experience for me.![]() |
| teen dancers -- "Marian the Librarian" |
So how does one deal with the endings? The bittersweet realization that you'll never get to do it again with the same people, same circumstances, same experience? New projects have always been key in helping me move on, and yet I am hesitant to just "bury it" and move on so I don't have to feel any sadness at all. I've definitely done that before with other experiences and I am fooling myself if I think I can just forget it. Maybe for awhile, but that doesn't make for an emotionally healthy Gina. I believe the period of feeling the loss is important and part of the process of letting go completely. It is necessary, and an opportunity to realize how blessed I am to have these experiences and this passion. God has always provided another outlet for my love and abilities and I don't think He's going to stop now. However, knowing this doesn't make leaving these beautiful faces and people any easier...
To the MM cast: Love you all. Looking forward to working with you again.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
The Face of Love.
The face of love can take on a million different forms. Some people find their passion in singing, some in fishing, and others in less public actions such as accounting or writing. But when a person is united with their passion and is given an outlet to shine their talents and use them for the benefit of the others and the world, something magical happens. We are treated to a picture of absolute beauty. It is the face of love, expressed in a way that only that each individual can express it because: THIS IS WHAT THEY WERE CREATED TO DO. I find nothing else more captivating than seeing someone in this moment: Doing what they are made to and love to do.
This is what I see in every one of my castmates in Music Man. Below you will see many faces (not one being mine, as you have seen plenty of that in the last month) shining with love and passion and doing what they love. Pure magic. Come see this show if you can because I can guarantee you won't find too many other groups of people more passionate about, and more talented at, what they love to do.
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| "Trouble" |
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| Marian in "My White Knight" |
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| Amaryllis and Winthrop |
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| Harold and Marcellus in "Sadder But Wiser" |
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| Traveling Salesmen in "Rock Island" |
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| Mayor Shinn and Eulalie Mackecknie Shinn in "Shipoopi" |
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| The "boys band" |
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| Harold Hill in "Goodnight My Someone" reprise |
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| The hilarious Pickalittle Ladies doing their "fountain" pose |
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
A couple more shots- Music Man (live performance)
One more weekend of shows left! Here are some more shots I got of us performing Music Man...
Contact Lakewood Cultural Center for tickets. Sunday and Saturday matinees only have a few single scattered seats left so hurry! Website and box office phone number below.
www.lakewood.org/comres/pa ge.cfm?ID=46
Box Office: 303-987-7845
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| Shipoopi! |
| Zaneeta is annoyed at Tommy. |
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| Shhhhh! Marian the Librarian will see us! |
www.lakewood.org/comres/pa
Box Office: 303-987-7845
Friday, May 6, 2011
A Few Music Man Performance Shots
Here are some shots of the final dress rehearsal onstage for Music Man. I love that I can look at these after the show closes (which isn't till May 15th, but still) and all the memories and feelings and sensations of being onstage flood back. Stay tuned for more, these are just a few I acquired!
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| 76 Trombones |
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| "Ye gads!" Tommy, Zaneeta, and Harold Hill after 76 Trombones |
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| Tommy shows Zaneeta his new invention |
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| Shipoopi!! Tommy, Marcellus, and Zaneeta in the foreground |
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| Zaneeta and her mom, Eulalie Mackecknie Shinn looking a bit worried for Harold's future |
If you want to come see the show (please do!) it's at Lakewood Cultural Center and you can get tickets by calling the box office at 303-987-7845. Some shows are not available to buy tickets for online.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
The times, they are a'changin...
I am considering exploring a career in social media marketing. This means (as far as I can tell so far) I would help businesses/individuals have an active online presence on facebook, blogs, twitter, and other social media. Considering the time I spend advertising my shows the last few weeks before they open on my blog/twitter/facebook, and the interest I have in what it takes to get the word out about cultural and arts events, I figure this is a job that might be right up my alley. I am currently doing the marketing for Delusions of Grandeur Productions (the dance company I performed and choreographed with last summer up in Boulder, out of which my piece "that which was lost" came). I am also discussing possibilities of taking on the social media marketing for a photography business as well.
This is pretty exciting, because it is something I am actually really fascinated by, and I do adore writing in general. Also, how in the world did we get to the point that a lot of people get most or all of their day to day information online instead of the paper? And because this is happening, how does one compete with the millions of blogs/pages/ads etc online and get your information to people that might be interested in it? It is an amazing transition we've made and it seems businesses need to be thinking about jumping on board with facebook, twitter, blogs, etc if they are to survive financially.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Happy birthday to meeeee! And happy opening of Music Man too!
I turned old a few days ago. *offers up my face to be slapped by everyone older than me* . Yes, I had yet another birthday and 100% of people I tell of this event, do not believe me that I am my factual age. So I decided to try and figure out just how young I could get away with being... First I tried to say I turned 16 (Zaneeta, the character I play in Music Man, is that age). No dice. People just looked at me with narrowed eyes and said, "Really? Really. No." So then I replied, "Fine, fine. I'm 21." They then continued looking at me (with slightly LESS narrowed eyes) and didn't answer for a bit. The lucky ones, I told my real age. Can you guess how old I really am? Doesn't count if you've known me for more than a year.
| "Ye Gods!" |
| Susan and Gina in our "Iowa Stubborn" dresses |
We opened Music Man at the Lakewood Cultural Center in Lakewood, Colorado April 29th, 2011. I was so excited to get onstage in front of a live audience with this show, because I not only get to dance my little butt off, but I have lines and get to sing as well. I play Zaneeta, the Mayor's "oldest girl" and a very twitterpated teenager secretly dating Tommy, the boy from the wrong side of the tracks. I cannot tell you how much energy it gives back to us when we hear the audience laugh or applaud at something we were hoping they'd like, and something we've been working on for so long. It is just the best, most natural high in the world.
| Zaneeta and Tommy (Andrew) ready for "Marian the Librarian scene |
| Some of the teen dancers and Marcellus in back ready for "Shipoopi" |
Speaking of comedy... Some of the funniest people on the planet are in this show. Not even kidding. Below you see me with Dan (plays Charlie Cowell in this show), with whom I got to act in a melodrama last summer ("Dark Deeds at Swan's Place"). He was the villain and I was his little puppet, basically. Here we are reinacting a scene from last year's play.
| Montague Leech and Tai Pan reunited! (Here costumed as Charlie Cowell and Zaneeta Shinn) |
| Here I am with my "parents" Mayor Shinn and Eulalie Mackecknie Shinn :) |
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Above: Me, post opening weekend at home taking out my hairdo... This is how I get my hair to stand up in that little roll around my face. A poly-fiber stuffed knee high over which I wrap my front section of hair. You can see how much I enjoy wearing it...
| Casey has been such a trooper with me gone so much lately! |
Come see me in Music Man, it's my biggest role yet in the musical theater arena and I can guarantee you will have a good time. Here's some info below if you would like to come. I hear tickets are selling out fast so get on it!
Show times:
Friday May 6, 7:30 pm
Saturday May 7, 2:00 pm & 7:30 pm
Sunday May 8, 2:00 pm
Friday May 13, 7:30 pm
Saturday May 14, 2:00 pm & 7:30 pm
Sunday May 15, 2:00 pm
FOR TICKETS:
Lakewood Cultural Center
Civic Center North Building 470 S. Allison Parkway
Lakewood, CO
www.lakewood.org/comres/pa
Box Office: 303-987-7845
Show synopsis: Con man Harold Hill poses as a boys’ band organizer and leader, sells band instruments and uniforms to naïve townsfolk before skipping town with the cash. In River City, Iowa, prim but progressive Marian the librarian sees through him, but when Hill helps her younger brother, Marian begins to fall in love with Harold. Harold, in turn falling for Marian, risks being caught to win her. Songs include "76 Trombones," "Trouble," "Goodnight My Someone," and "Wells Fargo Wagon."
Thursday, February 3, 2011
EEE GADS!
So, about a week ago I bit the bullet and walked headfirst into a musical theater audition. This involves the slightly nervewracking experience of singing alone in front of people. As most of you know, I have trained in dance for years and years, and have been involved in many theater productions over the years as well. I have been taking voice lessons since last March but singing alone still makes me nervous.
There's no way on God's green earth I would do this unless motivated by a very attractive end goal. And this end goal was to actually BE in this musical. Performing in musical theater productions happens to be one of my top three favorite things to do in this entire world, ever.
So, I got through it (no doubt with the encouragement and prayers from many beloved friends). After my audition I was asked to come to dance callbacks! Yay! Now THAT is something I can do. I will dance for you all day long if you want me to!
Sunday night I arrived at callbacks just in time. We learned some choreography and performed the combinations in groups of four. I saw a few people there that I had worked with before, specifically in "Oklahoma!" with PNTC last year (the experience that once again introduced musical theater into my system as my own personal form of artistic, emotional and social crack). This helped me relax a bit (seeing familiar people, not crack) and actually forget about my nervousness and have fun in the audition. After dancing I was asked to read lines for the character Zaneeta Shinn. She is the dance lead in Music Man, and giggly teenage daughter of the Mayor of River City. For those of you who aren't familiar with her character, the line she is most known for saying is "Eee Gads!"
As it turns out, my happy meter is now about to explode, because I got the call that I am cast as Zaneeta! I am so excited about this role, because I will be dancing quite a bit, AND I have lines as well. I am so excited to develop this giggly teenage character and to see how much fun I can possibly fit into three months of rehearsing and performing again.
The show opens April 29th and runs for three weekends (until May 15th). I put the link to the Performance Now Theatre Company's website below if you want more info.
http://www.performancenow.org/
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Remembrance Story
Last night was hands down one of the most touching performing experiences I have ever had. Just being invited to be part of Rowan Tree's Annual Candlelight Remembrance Event was an honor and an even greater honor to actually meet and perform for this seemingly tight knit community. Rowan Tree Foundation was founded by a woman (Corinne O'Flynn) who lost her first baby in the first few hours of her life. Rowan was born with trisomy, which they didn't know about until she was born. After experiencing that trauma, she found a community of people in the Denver-Metro area who had gone through similar experiences of losing a child (either pre-natally or as an infant), and founded Rowan Tree Foundation. It is a community of people who get together to support one another through these types of losses. I was blown away by the level of encouragement and love this group of people eminated to each other, and to Kevin and I last night.
Around 6:30 pm, Kevin and I got to the church where the reception was being held. The group that would be watching our performance was already at the candlelight event, held annually at a park across the street. There is a statue of an angel in the park, which represents something precious to parents who have lost children. I was not able to attend the event because I had to set up our space and warm up before the performance. I would have loved to attend, hopefully I will be able to next year. After we got into the church, we warmed up a bit, got into costume, and put together our "set": A small couch at the back of the space (which was a wide space in the lobby, with even a beautiful Christmas tree at the back!), and a chair with a white scarf draped over it to represent what we had lost (the name of the piece is called "that which was lost"). Then, we set up the ipod speakers and did a sound check. Finally we tried a couple lifts we'd be doing in the piece before people started arriving. Right off the bat I experienced encouragement from a little girl (probably around 8 years old)-- when she saw me in my costume (a simple black dress) she said to me, "You look BEAUTIFUL!" How precious!
As people started arriving around 7:15, I was able to meet a few of the board members of Rowan Tree Foundation. As Kevin and I continued to warm up in the hall behind the lobby where we would be peforming, Corinne (the one who I had been communicating with the whole time about the event) found us, introduced herself, and immediately gave us both hugs. She told us we'd be performing in a few minutes, after people had gotten their hot chocolate and cookies, etc., and that she'd be introducing us to the group. We could see people pouring in the doors and getting in line for refreshments. There were so many kids there, and whole families. It was so cool to see families that had been through this type of loss coming together and honoring their children together at such a healing event.
Then it was time to perform. We walked out and stood in front of the group of people (around 150) as Corinne introduced us, and that we'd be performing a piece based on a loss I'd experienced. She said I had channeled my grief into choreography and that we'd been performing the piece around the Denver area at grief support groups. I took the mic and explained a little about what the piece meant to me, and Kevin did the same. Then we walked back and prepared to enter to perform.
The seven minutes in which we perform the piece are always like another world to me-- I always throw myself completely into the emotions involved in the loss I experienced almost 2.5 years ago-- shock, denial, anger, bargaining, guilt, depression, reconstruction, healing. I still think about the technique of the steps but more often I am concentrating on portraying the emotions and connecting with Kevin in a real way. Something really special and precious happens to me in these several minutes, my heart is being taken through the motions of the loss once again and I am often near tears-- real ones. Last night was no exception. As I went through the different stages and as Kevin walked and danced beside me in them, a little healing bubble was created for me and hopefully for those watching. Something happens when you really understand the depth of someone else's pain-- especially if you can relate totally to that pain. As we danced the room was totally silent except for the music (and this was even more amazing considering the sheer number of small children who were there).
When we were done the applause seemed to go on and on-- we don't normally do a classical curtsy or bow, but both of us acknowledged the applause with a little casual bow and acknowledged each other as they were clapping for us. Then we exited stage left to create a bit of closure to the piece.
Afterward there were many individuals and couples that came up to us and thanked us for coming and performing. Several of them had tears in their eyes as they thanked us, and told us it was beautiful and very moving. This blows me away-- performing the piece has a huge effect on me personally of course (because it is my story), but whenever people tell me it made them cry or I see tears after we perform, it is so incredibly touching and exciting as well. It tells me that our dancing and our performance as a whole was done in an honest and real way, otherwise it would not have had any effect at all on them (especially when they've gone through a similar loss themselves, they know what it is like to feel these things). Corinne later told me that "there was hardly a dry eye in the place." Another woman told me that she was sobbing throughout the piece.
Several kids came up and said "I liked your dancing!" which was so cute. One little boy in particular came up and said "I liked your dance. Alot." I said, "Oh thank you! Which part did you like best?" He looked straight at me and lifted his leg to the side, almost spilling his hot chocolate. I said, "Oh, you liked it when we did that move?" He nodded, lifted his leg to the side again, almost spilling his hot chocolate two or three more times in the process. So cute and funny!
(Corinne and I at the reception)
(Part of our "set"-- and kids zooming around and having fun after the event)
We stayed for a bit and had some hot chocolate and cookies. I was so impressed by the way everyone in the room seemed to know and love each other. Kids were zooming around and playing and families/people were standing around and talking and laughing for quite a while. This tells me that community, and sharing each others' grief, and supporting others through hard times of loss creates a healing atmosphere. In this type of atmosphere and environment, tears can be changed into smiles and laughter if we bear each others burdens. It was touching to see so many kids at the event as well, especially because of the nature of many of the losses they've experienced. I am so grateful to Corinne and those at Rowan Tree Foudation for allowing Kevin and I to be part of this special community for at least one night.
Around 6:30 pm, Kevin and I got to the church where the reception was being held. The group that would be watching our performance was already at the candlelight event, held annually at a park across the street. There is a statue of an angel in the park, which represents something precious to parents who have lost children. I was not able to attend the event because I had to set up our space and warm up before the performance. I would have loved to attend, hopefully I will be able to next year. After we got into the church, we warmed up a bit, got into costume, and put together our "set": A small couch at the back of the space (which was a wide space in the lobby, with even a beautiful Christmas tree at the back!), and a chair with a white scarf draped over it to represent what we had lost (the name of the piece is called "that which was lost"). Then, we set up the ipod speakers and did a sound check. Finally we tried a couple lifts we'd be doing in the piece before people started arriving. Right off the bat I experienced encouragement from a little girl (probably around 8 years old)-- when she saw me in my costume (a simple black dress) she said to me, "You look BEAUTIFUL!" How precious!
As people started arriving around 7:15, I was able to meet a few of the board members of Rowan Tree Foundation. As Kevin and I continued to warm up in the hall behind the lobby where we would be peforming, Corinne (the one who I had been communicating with the whole time about the event) found us, introduced herself, and immediately gave us both hugs. She told us we'd be performing in a few minutes, after people had gotten their hot chocolate and cookies, etc., and that she'd be introducing us to the group. We could see people pouring in the doors and getting in line for refreshments. There were so many kids there, and whole families. It was so cool to see families that had been through this type of loss coming together and honoring their children together at such a healing event.
Then it was time to perform. We walked out and stood in front of the group of people (around 150) as Corinne introduced us, and that we'd be performing a piece based on a loss I'd experienced. She said I had channeled my grief into choreography and that we'd been performing the piece around the Denver area at grief support groups. I took the mic and explained a little about what the piece meant to me, and Kevin did the same. Then we walked back and prepared to enter to perform.
The seven minutes in which we perform the piece are always like another world to me-- I always throw myself completely into the emotions involved in the loss I experienced almost 2.5 years ago-- shock, denial, anger, bargaining, guilt, depression, reconstruction, healing. I still think about the technique of the steps but more often I am concentrating on portraying the emotions and connecting with Kevin in a real way. Something really special and precious happens to me in these several minutes, my heart is being taken through the motions of the loss once again and I am often near tears-- real ones. Last night was no exception. As I went through the different stages and as Kevin walked and danced beside me in them, a little healing bubble was created for me and hopefully for those watching. Something happens when you really understand the depth of someone else's pain-- especially if you can relate totally to that pain. As we danced the room was totally silent except for the music (and this was even more amazing considering the sheer number of small children who were there).
When we were done the applause seemed to go on and on-- we don't normally do a classical curtsy or bow, but both of us acknowledged the applause with a little casual bow and acknowledged each other as they were clapping for us. Then we exited stage left to create a bit of closure to the piece.
Afterward there were many individuals and couples that came up to us and thanked us for coming and performing. Several of them had tears in their eyes as they thanked us, and told us it was beautiful and very moving. This blows me away-- performing the piece has a huge effect on me personally of course (because it is my story), but whenever people tell me it made them cry or I see tears after we perform, it is so incredibly touching and exciting as well. It tells me that our dancing and our performance as a whole was done in an honest and real way, otherwise it would not have had any effect at all on them (especially when they've gone through a similar loss themselves, they know what it is like to feel these things). Corinne later told me that "there was hardly a dry eye in the place." Another woman told me that she was sobbing throughout the piece.
Several kids came up and said "I liked your dancing!" which was so cute. One little boy in particular came up and said "I liked your dance. Alot." I said, "Oh thank you! Which part did you like best?" He looked straight at me and lifted his leg to the side, almost spilling his hot chocolate. I said, "Oh, you liked it when we did that move?" He nodded, lifted his leg to the side again, almost spilling his hot chocolate two or three more times in the process. So cute and funny!
(Corinne and I at the reception)
We stayed for a bit and had some hot chocolate and cookies. I was so impressed by the way everyone in the room seemed to know and love each other. Kids were zooming around and playing and families/people were standing around and talking and laughing for quite a while. This tells me that community, and sharing each others' grief, and supporting others through hard times of loss creates a healing atmosphere. In this type of atmosphere and environment, tears can be changed into smiles and laughter if we bear each others burdens. It was touching to see so many kids at the event as well, especially because of the nature of many of the losses they've experienced. I am so grateful to Corinne and those at Rowan Tree Foudation for allowing Kevin and I to be part of this special community for at least one night.
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