Time Zone Troubles
Most of the time, I enjoy change. I like experiencing new things and seeing what I may have previously missed.
But there are kinds of change I don’t like. I recently discovered one of them when I had to travel for business. I hate changing time zones.
I’m not talking about heading to Illinois for a few days and having to remember that everything is one hour off. I went to Vancouver on the west coast and had to suffer through that three-hour swing.
Yes, I said suffer because not only did my body not know what time it was, all the TV stations were different, it rained the whole time, and I couldn’t access web sites like Hulu to entertain me in my hotel room. That’s just cruel.
ITEOTWAWKI: Crushed
What an Experience
I can do this.
That’s the thought which went through my head when the spotlight first hit me on opening night for “Miracle on 34th Street.” I had never really acted before – other than acting like a grownup for the past 20 years or pretending I knew what I was talking about in general conversation – but something felt right.
I could not have predicted this a couple of months ago when I initially agreed to play a small non-speaking role in the production at Hanover High School. As I wrote a few weeks ago, this all evolved into the role of Mr. Macy.
I may not have shown it in rehearsal, but I struggled at first. I knew I could project my voice since I have decades of experience trying to be heard above the crowd at family parties.
But I worried about succeeding beyond the volume. Would I get any laughs? Would I sound authentic? Would I remember my lines?
Book Review: This is Where I Leave You
On the Road: Vancouver
Ready for My Closeup
The Return of Comedy
About this time last year, I found myself developing a character trait I did not like. Something that violated everything I learned growing up was happening.
I found myself disliking television.
At first, I wondered if I had changed. Had parenthood softened me? Did I develop too many outside interests? Had I become old?
Then I realized that I didn’t have the problem. Television did. The people in charge of the shows churned out so much garbage, I had started to reject pretty much everything.