Feet is an acquired taste

It's always been a recurring ambition of mine to host a cooking show. Having been raised on the food network- sara moulten, emeril, rachel ray, guy fieri... my nannies - anyway- the whole premise just sort of feels like one of those perfect jobs you can't quite place. It has always seemed to me the ultimate culmination of my interests. I'm a performer. check. I have an unhealthy preoccupation with food. check. I love kitchens. check. I could also enjoy polishing a marketable image to win over the hearts and bellies of couch potatoes everywhere who will buy my cookbooks not for the recipes but the unique cover art and awesome food photography. check.

Ina Garten lives the life, man. She walks around barefoot in her pristine kitchen, inviting over her publisher, photographer, designer, and musician friends, makes this awesome food which I'm sure she doesn't have to clean up after all is said and done. She's a contessa. Then on top of it all she has this beautiful property and money pouring in through every crevice.

I waaant.

The only obstacles interfering with my TV chef aspirations are:
A. My lack of culinary skills/ experience.
B. My foot-in-mouth disease.

A can be solved over time I believe. I'm pretty sure Julia Child didn't start her cooking career until later in life. I'm still young (technically), and unlike the violin or the piano, there may still be hope for a young adult such as myself to achieve some level of mastery in the kitchen.

B, well, I don't know if that can be solved. I consider myself lucky on the off chance my rambles carry an air of coherence, but otherwise, I can recall many incidences that left me kicking myself weeks, even months afterward. There are some childhood memories of word vomit that have only recently buried themselves past my reach, and I am grateful for that. If I had to be recorded, especially while engaging in an activity that to some matters more than the banter, I'm afraid the added ingredient of my tongue might spoil any meal and/or episode.

On the other hand, that could be my gimmick. Just be too cute for anyone to care. Awww, John just went on a 5 minute stint about body odor, isn't that precious? What did he make? Oh, a grilled cheese? Well, I bet it's great.

The Light in My Piazza

It's heeeeere. Well almost.

I'll be performing on July 31 and August 8 (opening and closing), so get your tickets as soon as possible. Opening and closing nights are probably more likely to sell pretty quickly.

Look how awkward I am! It's pretty awesome. This show has been a dream come true so far, and and the school is really hamming it up for this production. The scenic design is incredible. The whole MAC stage will be set on a turntable, which will be used during scene changes and some scenes. This show has to be one of my absolute favorite works of art. The messages, the music, the characters- the show is so layered and the work comes together as a means of conveying this rich, insightful impression rather than just presenting a story with music. Really sinking my teeth into the music has only made it that much more of an all-encompassing obsession. I can only hope to do it justice.

More soon! Check out the links for all the Piazza info you can probably ever need or want.







Rehearsal Photos







Most recent article about IU's production (including a picture of yours truly)

Loss for words

I apparently have nothing interesting to say. God when I grow up, what will my descendants think when they stumble upon this page in the archaic corners of the internet... which brings me to wonder what will happen to it by then. I shudder to think we'll advance to a level that will render all of this too obsolete to maintain anymore- what will happen to my old xanga page that contains all of my unenlightened high school ramblings?? I'd hate to see those go up in a puff of progressive smoke.

Anyway, as I said before. I got nothing.