Sunday, December 21, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
In all honesty, these people were some of the most interesting people I've ever met. Their stories. Their history. Their jokes! One of my favorite residents, Mr. Diello, would shuffle in the dining room as he leaned against his brass walker, and shoot me a disgruntled stare. I'd approach him eagerly and ask, "Good evening Mr. Diello, where would you like to sit?". He'd reply, "On the roof! Is there room on the roof?!" LoLoL, oh Mr. Diello...... I guess you needed to be there.....
Unfortunately, for my entire "career" at Park Regency, the residents had a problem with calling me by my actual name -- Elias. Perhaps their hearing aids were purposely turned down, but they seemed to always forget the 'S' and mistake it for a 'T'. Therefore, my serving name was permanently "Elliot" and I was subsequently always asked to "phone home". Uh, childhood trauma much? I'm pretty sure that's why I go by Eli now...
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Monkey 1: "What was Eli writing about?" Monkey 2: "I have no idea."
When did humans develop language? Are the origins of language lost in the mist of time, or does science provide us with some clues as to how this ability appeared? To me, it seems that language appeared out of nowhere, since no other species has anything resembling human language. Therefore, it wasn’t surprising when another language recently emerged at the University of Arizona – a language I like to call The Sex Code.
Now, I'm certainly not a specialist of linguistics (nor lingaystics), but in a world where communication is key in any relationship, how can we be so sure we're speaking the same language. Think about it, how many times have our words been tangled in the dating web? It’s a peculiar world out there. Since when does the phrase, ‘let’s be friends’ translate to ‘I want you!’.
Seriously, this form of miscommunication is often exemplified within this theatre major. I’m a huge advocate on friendship and networking, however it’s hard to approach any egotistical college student without being presumably judged for "hitting on them". In the world of relationships, do we need a translator or are we just left to be stared at like a gaylien?
Well, luckily there is a solution to this verbal mishap and a key to unlock this Sex Code. I've learned to simply learn the dating lingo, separate my networks from those I'm actually interested in, and always be myself. I’ve also learned, if someone likes me, they should be able to directly say it out loud – any form of deciphering shouldn't be a problem.
The human language has always been a complicated issue in today’s dating society. Why does it have to be this difficult? Fortunately for us, this lingo isn’t necessarily a road block to happiness. There's a way around this bewildering language and, as we become more accustomed to it, this Code will hopefully get lost in the mist of time.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
This Universe is filled with all kinds of people. Big, small, tall, short, dark, light, old, young - each distinguished with a unique look and personality. Neighborhoods are filled with an array of diverse characters waiting to be written in the pages of their own book. Therefore, as I walk these sidewalks and pass by complete strangers, I can't help but appreciate the subtle nuances they have to offer. Their smiles. Their laughs. Their walks. Their stances. Their frustrations. Their tears. Each embodying the tiniest of details that are too distinct to be written -- if not imagined.
So, yes, I'm thankful for strangers. Complete strangers. Unknown men and women that haven't directly entered my life, but have ultimately entered my thoughts.
The following video was created by Crush & Lovely, a group of filmmakers who asked one question, and elicited a multitude of responses -- not to mention some of those subtle personality traits I've grown so fond of....
Friday, November 21, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
For those not completely familiar with the stage-to-screen storyline, Doubt centers on Sister Aloysius Beauvier (Meryl Streep) who becomes increasingly suspicious of Father Flynn's relationship with the school's first black student. While I admit to not having seen the stage version (shameful, I know), I must confess that I was instantly drawn to Shanley's impeccable writing style. Just a tiny reminder, this is the man who wrote Joe Versus the Volcano... I'm just sayin'. With precision, humility, and an intentionally interwoven wit, he made this screenplay seem almost effortless. It's no wonder why he racked up all the theatre awards three years back.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
However, instead of finding a church to worship in, we had to settle for a hole-in-the-wall drag diner in Greenwich Village. So in place of a Priest, we were treated to Baby Honeychild's lip-syncing sermon. And communion consisted of unlimited Mimosas.... What? I can't have a Mimosa at breakfast? I'm on vacation! (Dear Madonna - Bless us with good health, a happy future, and killer footwear. And deliver us from male pattern baldness. Gaymen.)
Afterwards, we decided to hit the tourist circuit visiting key locations like Rockefeller Center, NBC Studio, Central Park, and Times Square. Also, to add a little more excitement to our already jam-packed day, we decided to try our luck on a Broadway show lottery. Yes, drinking and gambling on a Sunday.... We waited outside the Avenue Q theatre, held our breath with sheer hopefulness, and watched as they drew various names from a bucket. As you could probably guess, Monica's name was selected from the damn bunch. (What's with this chick? How lucky can one person be?!)
Anyways, Avenue Q was phenomenal! The Tony Award winning musical consisted of furry puppets, lavish sets, and unbelievably peppy songs. Hmmm, how can I further explain it to you... Do you remember the first time you really understood the meaning and significance behind Sesame Street? When Big Bird, Elmo, and Snuffleupagus taught us about morals, ethics, and kindness. Yeah, this show was nothing like that. In fact, it was quite the opposite. With songs like "Everyone's a Little Bit Racist", "It Sucks to be Me", and "You Can be as Loud as the Hell You Want (When You're Making Love)", the show teetered on the line of social decency. That being said... it was awesome. We were even fortunate to meet the cast!
Afterwards, we decided to end the night early. No bar. No alcohol. No run-in with the cops. It just didn't really seem appropriate. After all, we had a moderately calm and enjoyable day... we figured our livers were entitled to the same luxury...
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Therefore, when Lisa suggested attending Awesome 80's Prom - an interactive show where actors pose as High School stereotypes - I took it with the proverbial grain of salt. I've been through the prom scene before. I've voted for prom royalties, befriended the foreign exchange student, and been ignored by the head cheerleader. Why would I want to return?
Anyways, after hours of dancing, the costume contest began. My posse and I walked across the stage to be judged by the jury (Judgement? In high school? Weird...). Though, after a short deliberation, we couldn't pull off the win. That went to the scary-ass villain from Saw. Yet, on a positive note, we did take home second place!! Which was accompanied by t-shirts and New Kids on the Block tickets (We were definitely on a winning streak!).
Now if you don't mind, I better get back to my English report.... It's, like, totally late.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Anyways, bright and early, Monica and I braved the morning subway in full costume to attend the Halloween taping of Regis and Kelly. Let me just tell you... apart from having to hike through New York City dressed as a scarecrow (so embarrassing), the turn-out was incredible! The block surrounding the Regis and Kelly studio was utter mayhem. Seriously, it looked as though Halloween threw up... People went hog-wild with their costumes. It made my sad, little scarecrow costume look like a hand-me-down from Goodwill.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
This past week I put my vacation days to good use, booked my Frontier Airline flight, and headed to the Big BIG Apple (otherwise known as my other home). My roommates, Jessi and Sarah, felt it necessary to visit our dear friends before the distant memories of our college days began to fade. Fortunately, Lisa and Monica were kind enough to house us for five days. A hospitality offer I, myself, would have reconsidered....
If I were to relay the entire trip in this one blog entry, I assure you it would go on for days. Instead, I'll ease you in by simply breaking down the entries. Starting with the first full day of my New York Vacay 2008!
4) Fourth Stop: Scout: Or more formally known as Steve Brady's bar. Like your average alcoholic, we decided to buy Cosmopolitans at 2 o'clock in the afternoon. To make matters worse, we brought a flask of vodka to give these beverages a stronger kick. Do you judge me?
5) The Final Stop: Actually, it wasn't a stop at all. The tour guide ended the day with trivia questions from the series. As if this bitch could really stump us? Between the five of us, we answered about 95% of the questions. We won two Magnolia Bakery cupcakes and Chicago tickets. I'm not sure if that makes us winners.... or losers.
6) F.A.O. Schwartz: I've never been fortunate enough to visit this mega toy store. So needless to say, I was in complete shock and awe! I was literally 7-years-old again wandering around my dream haven. The entire store was filled with puppets, doll houses, train sets, barbies, and micro-machines. These Harry Potter characters were actually created from Legos! The re-enactment, however, was all us.
7) F.A.O. Schwartz - Big Style: Yes. Your eyes aren't deceiving you. Jessi and I actually played "Heart and Soul" on the gigazmo piano. And yes, an audience of customers surrounded us and observed our duet. And yes, we were also accompanied by a 3-year-old boy. I never said we were cool.
8) Adam Pascal: Our first day ended with two dear friends. Adam Pascal - original cast member of Rent. And tequila - original cast member of See You Tomorrow. Earlier that week, we made reservations at the Chatterbox theatre - a small piano bar that primarily covers musicals. To our surprise, Adam (a.k.a Roger) decided to drop by for an interview. He also graced us with a song ("Music of the Night" from Phantom of the Opera). I believe I was coherent when I talked to him. Jessi on the other hand....
All in all, the first day was filled with surprises, chaos, and downright fun. Little did we know the following four days were going to be just as eventful....
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Do you remember the first time you heard Martin Luther King Jr's 'I Have a Dream' speech? Which class were you in when you studied Rosa Parks or Harriet Tubman? History is made up of certain instances where moments are so preciously imprinted in the corner of our minds and hearts, we can recount the exact place where the moment unfolded. The feeling and emotion attached to that specific moment rushes through our veins -- it's like a historical high. Last night was no exception.
This election has undoubtedly sparked a completely new chapter in my life. A chapter where America has finally found the progressing road to a promising future of acceptance and equality. Sure, there are still some road bumps along the way (i.e. the passing of Proposition 8 - fuck you half of California), but this path is eventually destined for an amazing outcome. Barack Obama is merely the navigator whose perseverance and inspiration will lead us to a better tomorrow.
Okay, enough with the political hodge podge - back to my experience. Last night, as I channel surfed through CNN, NBC, ABC, C-SPAN and even BBC -- I hovered around the television set like a political addict. Anderson Cooper was my dealer and this election was my drug of choice. Without any hesitation, I soaked in the Obama electoral votes like it was heroin. Nothing could bring me down from this political high.
Then, as I began to calm my internal fix, the words appeared on the screen: Barack Obama Elected President. Almost immediately, I nearly overdosed. I lost control of myself and began reacting in involuntary fits of excitement. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God". I literally had to pinch myself.... "Can this really be happening?" Albeit, I acted a tad over-dramatic. But History is only made once, right?
My roommates and I popped open a bottle of bubbly, raised our glasses, and cheered to change and a stronger future. It's only a matter of time until the nation is united and President Obama can make good of what he promised. After all, MLK Jr sure did.... and that flame has never stopped burning.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
P.S. It'll make you dance. These kids have rhythm!
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
College – it’s a wonderful time in our lives. This immense privilege allows us to foster our education, meet new friends, and establish ourselves as individuals. Also, it is unfortunately a time to encounter the complicated idea of love. With that in mind, as I walk the busy sidewalks of this campus, I notice that segregation has arisen as a severe issue. There are two types of people at the University of Arizona (a microcosm of the real world) – those in relationships and the unpopular singletons (essentially the majority of this population). Yet, as this school year fades into summer, a new type that is rarely spoken of is revealed – the hopeless singleton. This class is basically caught between wanting a relationship and being satisfied with their single stature –a ‘sexual purgaytory’ if you will. During a time when we’re suffocated by the pressures of love, I wonder if we've become too comfortable with being single? Or is it possible to defy this segregation and attain a “relationship”?
Let’s take a closer look, shall we? On this campus, it’s easy to see those in relationships. They are the ones who, for the most part, are flaunting their affection by holding hands and shamelessly ‘making-out’ near the bookstore (gag reflex). However, I question these “relationships-on-display”. As I walked passed them, attempting to hold down my lunch, I wondered if relationships today were, in fact, genuine. Or rather, is it just an endeavor to feel adequate with their adult lives? Think about it, living on our own challenges us to battle an array of obstacles. For the most part, it’s the first time we're living alone, paying our own bills, and growing as people. Wouldn’t a relationship push us that much closer towards adulthood?
On the other hand, the single life causes students (and graduates) to discover a completely different side of themselves. On our own, we're able to concentrate solely on our goals and aspirations. For the first time, we aren’t ‘tied down’ by our parents and, on the contrary to “the couple”, we can be free. Yes, this may be construed as selfishness (or insanity), but being independent may be vital during this point in our lives.
Then there are those in this ‘sexual purgaytory’. This ‘type’ cherishes every single minute of being single – we're free to do whatever (or whomever) we want, aren’t constricted to solely one person, and can concentrate on our ambitions. However, this freedom ultimately evokes desire for companionship. We want to have our ‘cock’ and eat it too. No matter what, we're never satisfied.
As someone who has embodies a little bit of all the aforementioned traits, I must step back and take action. Therefore, I have a dream. In this ‘love/no love’ world, we will always be forced to make choices. Are we willing to change? Or are we satisfied? I guess all I can say now, as the year comes to an end, is no matter what ‘clan’ we're all in, I recommend we break down this relationship barrier and, with high hopes for the future, follow our hearts.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
I'm all for voting no on Proposition 8, but it sincerely irks me when advertisements like this one are released (it reminds me of a bad skit from Mad TV). I understand that the intentions are solid and ultimately meant for the greater good, but there's a fine line between being informative and downright hokey. From an objective voter's point-of-view, I wouldn't be convinced or informed from this slapstick commercial. Nor would my perception of marriage equality be altered for the better.
Then again, I'm sure those prejudice conservatives who support prop 8 (or prop 102 for Arizonians) are more than willing to throw down a grand or two to keep marriage "sanction". They'd gladly fund wide-released advertisements (like this one) no matter how ridiculous they are. The hate in their hearts and selfishness in the heads must be tucked away, secured, and sealed and that can't be done without these preposterous campaigns.
You realize, there has been over $40 million put into Proposition 8 by both campaigns. $40 million!!! Personally, I think that kind of money would have been better invested towards saving Darfur, UNICEF, and/or aiding Hurricane Ike victims. Don't ya think?
I just wished we, as a nation, were at that stage where we didn't need political advertisements and ridiculous propositions to support equality for everyone. I wish we, as a nation, were matured, civilized, and selfless enough to look beyond sexual orientation, move passed our petty differences, and excel into an age of acceptance. And finally, I wish we, as a nation, would understand that marriage is defined by love. And no matter what those marriage equality opponents say, love has no boundaries.
I pray that proposition 8 doesn't pass. But if, by chance, it does - I promise you it will not be the end-all be-all. It's a known fact that once the smoke finally settles and the dust clears, love always wins. Always.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Therefore, it's no surprise my favorite character in Heroes is the villain. However, somehow I'm thinking this attraction reaches beyond fiction.... But why? WHY? Why is the "bad boy" always the most intriguing? It seems like they always have the most depth behind their tough, cold, (albeit, rugged) exterior. No matter how many Clark Kents and Peter Parkers there are, I seem to always fall for the Lex Luthors and Harry Osborns (swoon, James Franco). Perhaps it fits behind the notion that I'm not looking for a hero. Bonnie Tyler didn't know shit! I don't want to be saved (show of hands: who was as annoyed at Kirsten "Damsel Twat" Dunst as I was?). Instead, I'm looking for someone who can break through my tough exterior and be my partner in crime. I'm looking for the Clyde to my Bonnie that will move beyond saving the world and concentrate on one another. Is that too much to ask?
As for now, I'll just have to wait... and until then be content with my fictitious psychopathic, head-splitting murderer (every boy's fantasy....)
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
To my narcissistic surprise, many outfits were chosen, hairstyles created, and locations scouted with hopes of not resembling any hint of the elephant man. Then, out of nowhere, Sunday slowly crept up on me and I was unfortunately exposed to my own brand of torture. "Camera shy" doesn't even begin to describe how uncomfortable I was. The minutes ticked by painfully slow, the sun beamed down on my powder-coated skin, and I was blatantly aware of the neighborhood passers by. Needless to say, I pushed forward. I attempted to discover my inner-Tyra (smiling with my eyes). I imagined Janice Dickinson shouting foul insults in my face. Hell, even Heidi Klum evoked some inspiration - but no matter how much I trekked forth, I was completely out of my element. There's a reason why I want to be behind the camera!!!
I had a thought.... The level of confidence people attain is quite thought provoking, don't you think? I would love to be the type of person who shines in a picture, hogs the spotlight, and devours celluloid attention. You know, the person who is so excruciatingly comfortable in their own skin, they feel no need to apologize for standing right in front of you during a candid group photograph (you know who you are). As I sat on the cement stoop in my $20 wool coat (in 80 degree weather, might I add!) and Joslyn snapped away, I had a choice. I could either sit on the pavement quietly seething and undeniably miserable because of this self-inflicted situation. Or, I could throw caution to the wind, accept the fact that I'm not a model, and simply have fun.... and so I did.
With a couple shots of vodka, of course....
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Without any fair warning, yesterday was one of those days...
As my eyes flicked open Monday morning, I was instantly opposed to the start of the day. The teeniest agitations became magnified and I was filled with this seething irritation. The slightest occurrence would set me off like a ticking time bomb of frustration. I literally became Shannen Doherty circa 1993. Shoot, girl... I became Oprah Winfrey with wet hair (I would CUT you!).
However, as I stepped outside onto my Los Angeles suburban street, I noticed something I rarely pay attention to (yet get so much gratification out of) -- my neighbor's trimmed rose bushes lining the yard. I noticed the piercing red color. The glossy emerald leaves. The warm, fall sun bouncing off the velvet-like pedals. It was like a scene from American Beauty. Suddenly, I was reinforced with an air of positivity. Instead of beginning my day with such hostility, I forced myself to observe my surroundings and actually look at the world around me.
At that very moment, I grabbed a nearby pad and pen, scribbled a succinct message, and placed the piece of paper in my neighbor's mailbox.
I felt this 'thank you' note was well overdo. Anything that can keep Shannen Doherty (circa 1993) from emerging deserves all the appreciation they can get...
"But it helps me remember... and I need to remember... Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in." - Ricky Fitts (American Beauty)
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
In my case, flirting is a talent I inconveniently lack. It seems almost impossible to talk to a guy I like…I suddenly become tongue tied. On the other hand, the people I’m naturally friendly to, the ones I only want to develop a friendship with, get the wrong idea and want to establish a relationship. It’s a vicious cycle out there; friends, relationships, fucking feelings. But wait, it doesn’t stop there. When I suddenly get the nerve to go on a date with someone I sincerely have feelings for, I have to subject myself to awkward, uncomfortable conversation. You know how those begin…. . “Wow, business. That’s an interesting major....” Is it worth it? Or do we have to force ourselves to be threatened when we're dating? A grueling process I like to call Intimi-dating.
As we reach adulthood, when relationships become an important element in our lives, it only seems to get more difficult. Life was so much easier when the only settlement we had to come to terms with was a simple toy. I guess all we can do now, as we turn our backs to our childhood, is embrace the moment, regret nothing, and appreciate the fact that we received the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle action figures in the first place.
Friday, August 22, 2008
A Story in Four Photographs
SUMMARY: When life gets you down, go to a gay bar. When the gay bar gets you even more down, DRINK SOME MORE! Just don't forget your favorite gal pal to keep you company. P.S. She'll make a good beard too...
TITLE: The Homo Frame
SUMMARY: While inebriated, and walking carelessly in the streets, make sure you create a human frame. It's also Emmy's "what's up, sexy?" pose. She's the female Zoolander and just as ridiculously good-looooking.
TITLE: The Belly Laugh
SUMMARY: Honestly... they're just laughing because the other person was laughing. P.S. Lorenzo really isn't that funny. Well... personality-wise.
TITLE: Just Jamison
SUMMARY: Jamison created his signature "caught in the headlights" pose. Coincidentally, he was actually staring into oncoming headlights...... and that's how he died.