Blog, the First

I expect of myself no consistency in blog posting. I also expect very little in the manner of fantastic insight. I find my daily life wonderfully exciting in the rather hum-drum way of college life. I think college life lends itself to seeming wonderfully exciting, but so often very little results from the four, five, six years.

I'm currently reading Zen in the Art of Archery, and learning how one must abandon her sense of self to become the art itself. It's a wonderful book -- concise, if not enlightening. However, it's also very frustrating. Having pursued intellect -- the art of deep thinking and reflection -- my entire life, I find that abandoning this sense of self that I have learned not only to define but develop is tricky. Tricky tricky tricky. I get to college where I am barraged with the idea of defining my identity not only as the subject of other's viewpoints, but independent of other's opinions -- a stronghold apart. And then along comes acting (and all the acting coaches involved) and they're all telling me to stop thinking. Well damn.

Tricky tricky tricky.

My efforts will be in yoga and meditation. But for now I'm off to my first production meeting. I'm directing Neil LaBute's Some Girl(s) for The Lost Flamingo Company (Ohio University's only student-run theater company). I'm very excited and moderately prepared (getting there!). And then, on to hours of journalism homework (double majoring is a bitch).