Bar-tender. Child-wrangler.
School-goer. Stage-manager. Award-winning mixtape-maker.
I play the cello. I drink a lot of whiskey. I'm a bagel on a plate full of onion rolls.
I like your beard.
I also run this blog dedicated to Paul Auster.
Emails go here.
I’ll be home alone for two days when I get back.
21st May 2013
Notes: 1
Me, pretty much all the time.
Reblogged From merlin
Bum. Mer.
Remember kids. Be nice. Be competent. But overall, be a fucking joy to work with. Next thing you know, someone you worked with 6 years ago will mention your name when someone asks for recommendations for stage managers.
That’s how it fucking works.
Be fucking nice.
The way I know I have the right balance of like…kindness and competence as a stage manager is that I am loved equally by actors and directors. During rehearsals for Much Ado, I saw one of the guys from Arsenic who was in the other show and he was like “I wish you were stage managing Superstar…L.J.’s fine, but you’re better.” Apparently L.J. was mad with power, yelled at the crew at least once a day, refused to let her ASM help her with anything, and called stand-by way to early every time. I don’t think L.J. will be getting very good letters of recommendation when it comes time for her to apply for fellowships!
This will likely be all I spent money on.
I am twenty-four and three-quarter years old.
Selener ain’t the only one she’s keepin’ an eye out for
So sad Nicki’s leaving Idol and this is exactly why.
(Source: lethoperiseup)
