tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56108218146458703722024-03-05T00:49:37.208-08:00Exit, pursued by a bearDaniel Joseph Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245173836522679869noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610821814645870372.post-50704270337552651202012-07-20T23:53:00.002-07:002012-07-20T23:53:29.152-07:00While we lie tumbling in the hay<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm back from London and already have a project brewing. A few days ago I was informed that I am going to be playing the Shepherd clown in Winter's Tale! As you can glean from my blog title, I'm already a fan of this particular play, (it's my favorite one by far) so you can imagine how excited I am to start working on it.<br />
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So at my callback, the director (Javen) and I got to talking about clowning in Shakespeare. Javen seemed to want a pretty specific type of character from this, and while I know I have that in me, I have alot of research to do! So I apologize if my blog gets a little rustic on you, but I'm spending some time in Bohemia, baby!Daniel Joseph Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245173836522679869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610821814645870372.post-47884919505341031432012-06-02T14:03:00.000-07:002012-07-20T23:21:33.208-07:00Calm Before the StormHere's what is playing in my ears today...<br />
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<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 16px;">It sort of feels like one of those days when I just want to see the world from a distance, so I popped in this song, cleaned the flat, and caught up on homework. About 3/4 of the group went out of the country for the weekend, so I am here enjoying the quiet before Jubilee day tomorrow.</span></span><br />
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So it's the Queen's Diamond Jubilee tomorrow, a day where the whole of England celebrates the Queen's 60th year on the throne. Only one other monarch has lived long enough to celebrate this event, so this party is going to be HUGE. </div>
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I would avoid central London, but I sort of live here. Besides, this is going to be a big deal, right? I'm going to want to be in the middle of it. That's why I've been inside today. I need to get some me time before I moved through the sardine tin that will be London tomorrow. I'm also seeing a Lithuanian Hamlet at the Globe tomorrow, so here's hoping I can find a way to get across the river!<br />
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First I saw Long Day's Journey Into Night at the Apollo Theatre. I was really nervous about this one since I loved the actors already, but had no clue about the content of the play itself. This could have been a really long night if it didn't go off well. Luckily it was one of the best pieces of theatre I have ever seen since Death of a Salesman by theatre MITU. </div>
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So after the show, I got to meet David himself and talked for a good ten minutes with him about the show, about acting, and the deeper mysteries of life. You know, general chitchat actors have with each other.He was really cool, and had this super deep booming voice. It surprised me since I knew him as Inspector Poirot, who has a really sharp and nasally voice. It was cool to hear the difference.<br />
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Tuesday was for some reason the most tiring day on the trip. Don't ask me why, but we were zombies in class that day. The day picked up a bit though and even if it didn't we moved forward because we are in London after all, and you can sleep when you're dead! With that in mind we went to the Globe museum tour. Our tour guide David was pretty cool with his popped collar, and while we couldn't go out into the yard because of rehearsals for the globe to globe festival, he got us into the stalls to see a bit of a rehearsal for a Spanish version of Henry VIII. It looked pretty rockin'. He also told us he worked at the Rose Theatre just down the street, so I checked it out and on wednesday went and saw their production of Saint Joan which was great. </div>
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The theatre was itty bitty, basically performed on the lookout deck to the actual theatre excavation site. Their production was a little bare bones too, but was great nonetheless. It actually reminded me alot of Grassroots and in fact had two of our London members in the cast! Basically the show was cast blind to gender, and starred a punk Joan decked out in black and a shirt that said J'adore Orleans. It was pretty fun. The energy was great, and all the actors made really great, specific choices. So far it was my second favorite production here. It really made me realize that good theatre just needs a great cast, and a great story in order to be good. The production I saw the night before could have learned a thing or two from them...</div>
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On Thursday we went to St. Paul's Cathedral. We walked all the way up to the top, which was a really long flight of stairs to scale! Here are some pics from the top.<br />
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After that we traveled out of town for the first time and went to Brockly for some comedy by Chekhov. It was okay for community theatre. It sure made me wish our community was brave enough to do some more daring pieces. I mean the students do stuff, and Salt Lake does some neat things, but down in Utah Valley, it's a little too commercial sometimes. Anyways, that's a rant for another day.<br />
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That finally brings us to Friday, the only day missing in this slightly chronologically mixed up review of the week. The girls, as I mentioned before, were out of town so Topher, Nick, and I went out to Wagamama's for lunch. It was the best noodles I've ever had at a not really Asian, Asian restaurant.<br />
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After that we went to the Tate Modern, where there was a really cool sculpture by Damien Hirst. I didn't know what was in the big black box where it was stored at first, but there was a really long line, so we just queued up and waited. Its made of platinum, crystals, and real human teeth! It was sort of cool to see it glimmering alone in the darkness.<br />
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</div>Daniel Joseph Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245173836522679869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610821814645870372.post-6113666716883324902012-05-27T13:41:00.000-07:002012-05-27T13:41:32.527-07:00London!Alright! Time to get back to blogging my friends. I haven't been on in a while, but now I want to, because guess what? I'm in London!!! That's right, London. So here are some pics and stories from the last week:<br />
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So there was really not much to say about the flight. It was WAAAY too long, but I did get to entertain myself reasonably. </div>
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and these to read, which dealt unexpectedly with similar themes:</div>
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So, one huge trip and a drunken highschooler spooning me later, I arrieved at the Heathrow Airport! We all got there in various states of emotional well being, and were warmly greeted by the Tube stations, which we have come to understand and love! It reminds me alot of the tubes in Montreal. In fact, getting to the flat was a cinch because of that very reason. It was like coming home again!</div>
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We got a chance to wander around town while we waited for others to get here as well, so our fearless tour guide Nick Grossaint took us around town. When we stopped at the Globe I decided to leave the group and watch a Japanese Coriolanus which was at the very least a rich cultural experience. I liked it alright, but have higher hopes for when I see Hamlet in Lithuanian. </div>
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The next day we went to the Victoria & Albert museum and then saw our first show, Antigone. The museum was great and I have decided to go every sunday after church and really take my time enjoying it. The show was... well it was interesting. I liked it overall, it had some really cool design elements, and some really great scenes. The problem was that as a whole it wasn't as cool as the individual parts. Things all worked, but not in the same places. </div>
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Next we spent the day at the Tower of London followed by a great performance of Ragtime at Regent's Park. I was not expecting a whole lot from the tower, nor did I have high hopes for Ragtime. I loved the first more than anything else I've seen here, and really quite enjoyed the performance. Here are some pics during our trip to the tower:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What? We're not tourists at all. This was the most camera of days. So much to snap pics of...I on the otherhand forgot my camera. Sorry folks!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I did get a pic earlier that day next to the Tardis though! Well, next to a police box anyways...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So, it started getting just too damn hot for me, so I improvised and took a scarf and soaked it in cold water before I wrapped it around my head. Yes, I look like a pirate, but I was so cool that day so anchors away!</td></tr>
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And that my friends, brings us to today. Nothing much happened. I did my laundry, went to church, and spent the rest of the day looking at exhibits in the V&A. I hope you enjoyed this little picture journey, and I hope it makes you want to comed here, because you should. It really is a great experience to travel abroad and one that I wouldn't give up for the world. Until next week!</div>
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What do you like about yourself, your physical self? It can be something small, but I think everyone should have something. No matter how the rest of them looks. There are those tiny little things that if they're doing all right, I can leave the house in the morning ready to take on the world. I don't think of it as vanity or narcissism. I just think that our bodies are so incredible and should be something we should be amazed at and thankful for. Me personally, I love my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;">glasses</span>; my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;">hair</span>; and my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;">eyes</span>.<br />
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I'm always surprised by the changes that still manage to scrape through in our lives in as small amount of time as a single month. I've been thinking of this past year as it draws to a close, and even in these last few weeks, things are constantly changing. Life is funny that way.<br />
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P.S. The play for the month? Richard II. Sorry I didn't post it earlier. More to come on this play. I want plenty of time to gush over it. I love this one!<br />
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There's many things to ruin and many plans to upset.<br />
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I don't mean this maliciously, nor is this intended towards anyone in specific, but there's many a circumstance where I've wanted to say this, so I'm doing it now on this particularly introspective, cloudy Sunday.<br />
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We only have a short time here, and an even shorter time to share it with individual people that cross our paths, so why not make the most of it?<br />
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You don't want to ask that person out for fear of rejection? Get over it.<br />
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There's very few times in our lives where <i>not</i> trying to reach our full potential will actually benefit us. So just go for it and if it all falls apart, who cares! You have friends to help you pick up the pieces, and yes, everyone has friends to support them, even if they don't believe it.<br />
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I don't want to get too sappy here, and no, I wont be quoting Nelson Mandela. I just want to say that you can do it. You might fail, but who cares? I will allow you to feel sorry for yourself for a couple of days, but that's it. After that, you better pick your feet up off of the ground and restart; because otherwise, you're just wasting time.Daniel Joseph Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245173836522679869noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610821814645870372.post-40631806930233755102010-08-03T20:29:00.000-07:002010-08-03T20:29:01.487-07:00Things I've Learned<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijHx64JH303IDR8n6CJNO1PRkL-o5l3i7SusSu9TU7kCptI7MZjRA41BFsJqJcJhZ7B_nLr9Y1paWC3NGZH4XR61gxqRwYOeLwOYzI_L-wDLEvu5IBIc5pkKXhtpiDULKv4Vv2xQQ4ai2o/s1600/shadow-art-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijHx64JH303IDR8n6CJNO1PRkL-o5l3i7SusSu9TU7kCptI7MZjRA41BFsJqJcJhZ7B_nLr9Y1paWC3NGZH4XR61gxqRwYOeLwOYzI_L-wDLEvu5IBIc5pkKXhtpiDULKv4Vv2xQQ4ai2o/s640/shadow-art-2.jpg" width="515" /></a></div>These past few days, this whole summer in fact, I have had chances to play around in other fields in the theatre world. I've run a soundboard; I've set up lights for Sundance, UVU, and for film; and I've even become the dramaturge for an upcoming production of Antigone. That being said, I've been learning so much, and realized something that I wish I had learned before.<br />
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You see, I am an actor. I always will be, and although I have enjoyed all these projects I've worked on, I would always rather act. I already knew that though. Its a part of me. It's something that's hard to describe; a passion that I feel deep down in my bones. What I didn't realize was that these things I have been learning would have such an impact on my acting. It has. It will continue to do so. I've always thought myself as a well rounded citizen of our little planet earth. I know enough about the world and its' cultures to be decisive in my opinions and little enough to still see it with an wide eyed, awe filled wonderment.<br />
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I realized this summer that the same is true in the acting world.<br />
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In order to be a good actor, I've realized that knowing the world that you work in is vital to your art. I'm not saying expertise is a must, but knowing your way around a light board or being able to conquer the terrors of the costume shop sewing machine is part of knowing how this big theatre world exists. I just think the more I know about the lights above me, the sounds coming from the speakers, or the makeup I'm wearing, the more I will be able to manipulate and synthesize them into my own work as an actor. Just a thought.<br />
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So for all my theatre friends out there, even though it is not the biggest thing in the world, I make this recommendation: Know your world and continue to learn things that are new to you. Know what its like to sew a costume, or hang lights, or paint a set to look like something it isn't. I'm lucky to be going to a school that is really open about learning these things, and while I will eventually be going to grad school and specializing in a specific field, I think these things will be useful in creating the most out of that ultimate goal. It makes us better actors, better scholars, and all around better people.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">After all, knowledge is power, right?</div>Daniel Joseph Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245173836522679869noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610821814645870372.post-68509239979949024092010-07-12T20:12:00.000-07:002010-07-12T20:12:55.567-07:00Highlights of the Week<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;">To See:</span></b></span><br />
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Whilst randomly scrolling through the interwebs I found this great website by illustrator Steve Morrison. Check it out. Really cool stuff.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> This is a picture of my ancestors. I only know one of their names, and I don't know much about their lives, but here they are nonetheless, and they are very much a part of my life and heritage. Isn't it fascinating to think about? Had one of my great great grandparents moved to India, or California, or anywhere else in the world, I might be a completely different person. I am blown away by that simple fact. It's like an intricate web that seems so big, but is made up of individual threads. Every action they made had a consequence which in turn created the person they were, which in turn set up the lives of their own future generations. Now, I'm not saying that they are responsible for <i>everything</i> I've done. I think we all are born with certain personalities and are prone to sensitivities towards certain aspects of life. I also think that we are born with the ability to choose and change the course of our lives as well. I do think, however, that if my ancestors had lived differently that could have possibly changed some aspects of the life I live. More of a variation on a theme than an absolute shift. That's what I think anyways.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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So, I saw Alice in Wonderland last night and despite what others have been saying, I LOVED it. I love that story anyways and I've always wondered why. After watching this film I realized it's because I love stories about children going into the world and returning as empowered beings. Its a great idea, and an idea that I think children should be told. They are capable. They will have to face the world and they will sometimes fail, but if they persist, they will return from their journey with a new strength.<br />
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Upon reflection, I thought of a couple of other movies that have similar ideas. These types of films are all some of my all time favorites as well.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Coraline is such a great movie on so many different levels. But I just love how independent she is and how the way she views the world changes as her journey progresses. I loved how the film took us along with her experience and little by little we saw her parents, her neighbors, and even the world around her change.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Matilda is another film that I have always adored. Its set in such a relatable world. School is a scary place, and I think we've all had moments when we've thought our parents didn't care. Plus, I love reading. I've loved to read since I was a little child. I think Matilda and I could have been friends.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Daniel Joseph Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245173836522679869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610821814645870372.post-10902998561491130492010-02-27T20:06:00.000-08:002010-02-27T20:06:57.589-08:00Life of a SLACer<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">So this weekend I saw Salt Lake Acting Company's production of Too Much Memory. Before I rant and rave about what I saw, I want to talk a little bit about how amazing this place is in genreal. So let's back it up a little and go back in time to a magical place called last semester in Acting 2.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Its a nice little place, but considering it used to be a church Im thinking of gym floors and cultural halls. Well, I walk in and the first thing that happens is one of the head hanchos of this place takes us around to check out the theatre. She shows us a little cafe with yummy food and the place is covered with photos and paintings by local artists. So far I am very pleased and we havent even gotten into the actual performance space yet. When we finally did wander in there, (and yes, we did wander in since they just let everyone float around the place) I am greeted with this remarkable set:</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Daniel Joseph Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245173836522679869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610821814645870372.post-72277175158519743472010-02-14T19:47:00.000-08:002010-02-27T20:09:41.421-08:00The Universal Tongue of Movement<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhos_Kx5ulowZlV6nyOg4ZTCI4la9e5Va1bYWgsIfCfq8hL8OHGT5HNf3GkG9_yrcKInmf6J3uAw85Ux-7_4Y6FlC78TUCez1uXSphiJgMo34-xIghQdd6CQ_ZCUIkmkBR7yAQ1SDODBX1X/s1600-h/20268_277478549787_68429934787_3165680_624748_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhos_Kx5ulowZlV6nyOg4ZTCI4la9e5Va1bYWgsIfCfq8hL8OHGT5HNf3GkG9_yrcKInmf6J3uAw85Ux-7_4Y6FlC78TUCez1uXSphiJgMo34-xIghQdd6CQ_ZCUIkmkBR7yAQ1SDODBX1X/s400/20268_277478549787_68429934787_3165680_624748_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<li>I am awesome. I know that sounds a little pigheaded of me, but its true. I learned some great things while I was there about strengths that I never knew I had. I will always be on the path of learning and progressing, but whenever an obstacle gets in my way, I'll overcome it. And if I don't right away, I will later. It's empowering to know that about oneself.</li>
<li>Winning is not the final goal. There was so much to learn from this aside from the competition alone. Some of these lessons I'm only learning now, which is why I've edited this post. We learn, we grow, and we move on a little wiser.</li>
<li> Earplugs are truly a godsend. I was in a room full of snorers. I admit, I do too. I wont deny it. But I cant hear myself do it. I will never go anywhere without earplugs again. Thank you Levi.</li>
</ul><div>I also want to take some time to write about shows that have changed the way I see my craft. I had the chance to see a show called Anton's Uncles while I was at KCACTF. It was phenomenal. It was a movement piece based on Chekov's Uncle Vanya. It was so fascinating to see how they used movement to convey the actors emotions. It wasn't just for spectacle. Everything they did had a purpose. Everything they did seemed like an outward execution of how these people felt inside. It was beyond words. In thinking of the show, I looked back on some of my other favorite shows. They all are my favorites for that same reasoning. That type of theatre connects with me in a very personal way. Here are some photos and clips from some of my favorites:</div><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">After watching the movie Julie & Julia, (which I thought was absolutely marvelous) I decided to find out a little more about this "chef legendaire". So I browsed a few recipes, read up on her life, and tried a few dishes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Case in point: I decided to make an omelette a la Julia. Let me preface this by saying that I have never liked omelettes. I rarely even like scrambled eggs. This omelette, however, was different. It was divine breakfast food from the gods. No kidding! I just had to sit there for a moment and think, "Is this my cooking? Is this really just an omelette? Why have I not known about this before now?!" It was pure goldeny eggy bliss. And from that moment on, I knew that Julia Child was my new best friend.... Just as long as we have an understanding that I am not going to use nearly as much butter as she does.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well, it's my first Thanksgiving home since I came back from Canada and there is much to be thankful for. I'm nearing my year mark back home and I have many things I've done that I'm proud of but more importantly, people that I have met who have been there for me. I owe these people many thanks and deeply indebted to them. Among those people, (who are to many to name here) I have created a list of other things I am indeed grateful for. It's amazing to see what you have put down, and once the list has begun, I have been able to see how truly blessed my life is.<br />
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</div><ul><li>I'm thankful for my friends, old and new. I have met some amazing people this past year who I now count as some of my dearest friends. They have helped me when I was a lost freshmen, they have guided me during rehearsals for plays with loving comments and friendly camaraderie. They have been colleagues, old mission companions, teachers, ward members, workmates, and general friends. I can do nothing with them, and being with them and feeling an overwhelming joy knowing I am sharing my life with such talented, caring, and creative people. </li>
<li>I'm thankful that I've found my passion in life. I have talked with many people about schooling and it has surprised me to learn that many of them are still wondering what they want to do with their future. By no means do I think this a fault on their part, but I am glad I have found from an early age what I want to do with my life and what my calling is. It's what keeps me going when things are tough, it's what helps me look forward to each day, and I'm glad I have been blessed enough to be able to find that.</li>
<li>I'm also thankful for my limits. I'm discovering more and more about myself everyday in pursuing my studies as an actor and I'm learning what I can do, what I can't do, and what I haven't yet done. It's liberating to know what forces restrain me and which ones I can conquer. By knowing what is beyond me, I can find ways around it to other doors that are open. </li>
<li>I'm thankful for my parents and family. The older I get, the more I realize my parents are right about everything they've taught me. I've also learned that the most important people in my life are those I have been raised with. No amount of learning, money, fame, or acclimations can replace the people I am proud to call brother, sister, father and mother.</li>
<li>I'm also thankful for the really small things I have around me. Sorry, for getting all puppies and sunshine, but its true. Little things like a nice cup of herbal tea, christmas lights, Sammy's pie shakes, a good book, good plays, good movies, good music, my bike, a fresh harvest from the garden, my walnut trees, and other things like that.</li>
</ul>Its good to be alive and able to experience a life thats so rich and full of beauty. Life is good.<br />
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It has beautiful photography and the recipes are wonderful. There is a section on chocolate that has some of the best desserts ever. My favorite recipe comes from this book so I've decided to post it so you all can enjoy! Its a great meal with some grape juice and mini quiches. </div><div> </div><div>Warm Tuna and Potato Salad <span style="font-size:78%;"><strong><em>Serves 6</em></strong></span></div><div> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">For the dressing</span></em></div><div>2 shallots, finely diced</div><div>3 tablespoons white wine vinegar</div><div>2 tablespoons grainy mustard</div><div>sea salt, to taste</div><div>Freshly ground black pepper, to taste</div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">1/3 </span><span style="font-size:100%;">cup plus 2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil</span></div><div> </div><div> 1 pound small red potatoes</div><div> 6 ounces thin green beans, trimmed</div><div> olive oil for the pan</div><div> 8 ounces of cherry tomatoes</div><div> 6 ounces tuna in olive oil, drained</div><div> 4 salt packed anchovies, filleted and cut</div><div> into thin strips</div><div> 1 large bunch of basil</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> For the dressing, put the shallots, vinegar, mustard, salt,</div><div> pepper into jar with a tight-fitting lid and shake vigorously again.</div><div> Shake well before using.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> Gently cook the potatoes in their skins in a saucepan of </div><div> lightly salted simmering water for 20 minutes.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> Drain the potatoes, cut them in half , and place them in </div><div> a salad bowl. Pour the dressing over and toss to coat the warm </div><div> potatoes.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> Meanwhile, heat the oven to 400 F. Lightly brush a </div><div> baking sheet with the olive oil. Toss the cherry tomatoes in </div><div> oil to coat them and roast for 10 min. Add the hot tomatoes</div><div> to the potatoes and green beans.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> Flake and add the tuna along with the anchovy strips</div><div> and gently mix. Tear up the basil, scatter it over the salad, </div><div> and serve at once.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div>Daniel Joseph Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245173836522679869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610821814645870372.post-85637338737731369932009-11-15T18:38:00.000-08:002009-11-15T20:13:21.488-08:00Bard, pistoles, y Mexico<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Im currently in a production of Much Ado About Nothing at UVU and I must say, I am quite enjoying the experience. After participating in Chris Clark's production of As You Like It, I couldn't get the idea out of my head that I really wanted to be in another Shakespeare piece. I enjoyed the vitality and exuberance of Shakespeare's characters, and since I was only a musician for As You Like It, I was really anxious to sink my teeth into an actual role. <div>So here I am, weeks after a very nerve wracking audition, playing the role of El General Don Pedro. Here's an image of what the director, (John Graham) is envisioning for us: </div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 589px; height: 903px;" src="http://www.old-picture.com/american-history-1900-1930s/pictures/Emelio-Zapata.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></div><div>That's right! We're Mexican! It's taking place during the Mexican revolution. I'm having a lot of fun and I'm learning alot of things. I've made a list of some of the experiences and lessons that I've learned.</div><div><br /></div><div>1. Cowboy boots are a pain in the butt. I've never worn them before, and I have to wear them every rehearsal. Mine are kind of stylish though, so its cool. Beauty is pain....?</div><div><br /></div><div>2. Bull fighting is a horrible sport. My character is supposed to have a certain grace mixed with machoism, so I was told to watch bull fighting. While I could see how it applied to my character, the event itself is one of the most violent and cruel things I've ever seen. They basically skewer the bull alive. Im all for a good show, but seeing a animal in spasms on the area floor vomiting blood? Not really my cup o tea.</div><div><br /></div><div>3. There is not very much subtext in Shakespeare. Everything you need is in the script. People said what was on their minds so all the clues needed to build a character is all there for you. This was a little hard to do at first, but after a while I've found it makes acting so much easier. </div><div><br /></div><div>4. Stage Combat is convincing when its practiced well. One of John's specialities is stage combat and so our process is really specific and detailed for every fight scene in this show. It usually consists of doing each movement step by step and in slow motion until it's completely safe. Some of the actors are doing movements so complex that they wont be going full speed until the week before the show opens. </div><div><br /></div><div>5. Make bold choices! Sometimes you make a mistake, but if you never do something bold, you can never do anything exciting either. There are many people in this cast who are making some pretty great choices in their characters, and its only been through trial and error that those choices were found. </div><div><br /></div><div>6. I will never like Mexican food. I'm okay with salsa, and Wendy's bean dip is to die for, but I am not a fan of Mexican food. I had such a hankering for ribs when I was in Charlotte's web, and I thought this might be the same, but no. I'm just not a fan.</div><div><br /></div><div>I love this show. Viva Zapata!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Daniel Joseph Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245173836522679869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610821814645870372.post-14445955549765191612009-07-02T07:31:00.000-07:002009-07-02T08:08:56.970-07:00Amour de ChocolatI've always loved the film "Chocolat" and thought the hot chocolate that she makes in the film looked absolutly wonderful.<br /><br /><p>Recently I found a cook book called "My French Kitchen", written by the same woman who wrote the book the movie "Chocolat" was based on. It has a ton of great meals that remind me of the European feel that I enjoyed on my mission. Here's the recipie for the hot chocolate that was made in the film. Its rich, it's dark, and its excellent. When I make it for my family, I omit the chili, but I think its a nice little kick.</p><p></p><p></p><p>Chocolat Ch<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcPaZtwI_0zWCtQDIWns_RIYzivcdRdK6aPSGccl1bQPek17AVLpg7lBv6ffDlerwcHrHAZ22keYAGwQLC4XOWgrCIk-I75OOjualG8jg3vY-uDq9z85AoOvFB3XRfYhqnG4AaOclfAY6u/s1600-h/23449PremiumHotChocolate%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353870797577430082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcPaZtwI_0zWCtQDIWns_RIYzivcdRdK6aPSGccl1bQPek17AVLpg7lBv6ffDlerwcHrHAZ22keYAGwQLC4XOWgrCIk-I75OOjualG8jg3vY-uDq9z85AoOvFB3XRfYhqnG4AaOclfAY6u/s400/23449PremiumHotChocolate%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a>aud serves 2</p><ul><li>1 3/4 cup of milk</li><li>1/2 a vanilla bean, cut in half lengthwise</li><li>3.5 ounces of chocolate (60% dark)</li><li>cinnamon stick</li><li>1 small hot red chili, seeded</li><li>brown sugar (to taste)</li><li>Whipped cream, chocolate shavings or other toppings</li></ul><p>In a heavy sauce pan, bring the milk to a very slight boil. Introduce the vanilla, cinnamon, and chili and let cook for a few minutes, making sure to slowly stir with a wisk. Grate the chocolate into the milk and stir until melted. Take off the heat for ten minutes and let infuse. remove the chili, cinammon stick, and vanilla pod, place on heat again until hot, and once poured, top with whipped cream, or other desired toppings.</p><p></p><p></p>Daniel Joseph Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245173836522679869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610821814645870372.post-44745770043206528472009-06-30T11:53:00.000-07:002009-06-30T12:05:43.264-07:00Color and Light<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDRJDsfyiIgWg3LDsx-gu11kTGsGwsf9o6faoPAcescSIlq01-74ssWdgpEO-12nx1wG3G3XE_D2tS2DsknbLqdEjyrnV8Nh83ccOAT7mjo-ZnGEbToE1Nb1M2gc-ZX0UYmGFxwCcONF2j/s1600-h/seurat_1024-768%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353195906224419058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDRJDsfyiIgWg3LDsx-gu11kTGsGwsf9o6faoPAcescSIlq01-74ssWdgpEO-12nx1wG3G3XE_D2tS2DsknbLqdEjyrnV8Nh83ccOAT7mjo-ZnGEbToE1Nb1M2gc-ZX0UYmGFxwCcONF2j/s400/seurat_1024-768%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> I recently saw an amazing muisical by Stephen Sondheim called "Sunday in the Park with George". Its a fictitious musical about a real painter named George Seurat. It was a beautiful musical and its made me want to take up sketching again. I always flirted around with it and made copies of photos, but now I am actually reading books about method and learning to do it on my own. Its really amazing. After a few days my art has improved dramatically, (not to say it is anything great still but hey, an improvement is better than nothing) and its interesting noticing how I see the world. Light has more depth and quality. I see shapes and contours more, and the world feels more... living. </div><div> All of these things I'm feeling and noticing really convinces me that there is a creative wellspring in each person that just needs to be tapped into. Anyone can draw, and anyone can make art. Art is unique. It may be critisized by others, but thats of little to no importance. Creating art is not only about others. Its about changing the world around you and the way you see it. After one does that, then there is the hope that is affects others in a positive way and helps them glimpse into what you see. I don't know... I just think its cool.</div>Daniel Joseph Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245173836522679869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610821814645870372.post-64376865333176817622009-06-05T11:00:00.000-07:002009-06-05T11:19:45.083-07:00Pros and cons about being a grownup....sort of <img style="-webkit-user-select: none" src="http://www.myopia.org/child.jpg" /> <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>It's not that I am ragging on being 21. It's great. I love 21. Its a nice number and I think there are lots of good people in the world associated with it. There are just some things that I wish weren't involved with being 21. But with the good comes the not so good. Because I know the whole world cares, here's a list of them.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Pro: I can drive a car</div><div>Con: I have to pay for gas<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Pro: I go to University!!!</div><div>Con: I have to pay for textbooks and fees </div><div><br /></div><div>Pro: I have a lot more freedom to do what I want</div><div>Con: ... okay, that one is pretty cool.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pro: Many of my good friends are getting married!</div><div>Con: Many of my good friends are getting married...</div><div><br /></div><div>Pro: I can legally drink</div><div>Con: I don't drink...I guess the idea that I have that freedom is good...I think?</div><div><br /></div><div>Pro: I could pick up and travel anywhere in the world I want to.</div><div>Con: Swine Flu.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Overall, I can't complain. I mean, all he good things about being a kid are still at my fingertips, I just have a bigger world to play in. I still love blowing bubbles, riding my bike, making a mess out of messy food, taking naps, reading a good book, sitting next to the fire with my parents, and other cheezy cliche things like that. <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I guess the important thing is just making sure you go out and grow and explore the world, but keep the good things that you learn. Because honestly, who wouldn't feel better after a stressful day at work if we could take a nap and finger paint?<br /></div>Daniel Joseph Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245173836522679869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610821814645870372.post-47520815711439283222009-05-17T17:20:00.000-07:002009-05-17T18:09:52.753-07:00My first Semester at UVUCool stuff I found this Semester<br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">Music</span></span></span></span></div><div>Beriut- Gulag Orkestar</div><div>Carla Bruni</div><div>Camille-Le Sac Des Filles</div><div>Andrew Bird</div><div>Dear Science</div><div>Coraline </div><div>Sufjan Stevens-Come on Feel the Illinoise</div><div>The Frogs</div><div>Evening Primrose</div><div>Bjork-Volta</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 136px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhIBplz3t_5_83aaRD20rZFHEz4CfZR0K3Q-oze4yspJxbkTmOSyK0EA978AcX2evOHuSbtYwvevYlluy012DgOTu70PGabBP7bsMg-oyBSxQeH40YQSAxZZTRoJTNcJm81Xr9gKE3X5_6/s320/gulag.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336962452707280242" /><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Gulag Orkestar</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Movies</span></span></span></span></div><div>Coraline</div><div>Marie Antoinette</div><div>Asterix and Obelix aux Jeux Olympics</div><div>Jules et Jim</div><div>Paris Je T'aime</div><div>Doubt</div><div>Mon Oncle</div><div>Bon Voyage</div><div>Something Wicked This Way Comes</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_PBcUlZOs9Zf6f4Xxnos85M7oLTgY6cBb07h9tCid9QqKgrPARtzZ9F1odw0IviVITzgJWVEAbX1xFo7rI1R9iUlVQnZnlgJ-i3bulUyiwz0vvdGrBSoIpXHfDvDDJJN6tmKnu4vi_bH7/s320/paris-je-taime-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336962877744091010" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">Cool places to go/eat</span></span></span></span></div><div>Zupas</div><div>Used bookstore on Center Street in Provo</div><div>Greywhale</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 69px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCijItNKuFsXu3C4Sv0dmZnSXq-gNT7ol6jfx3I-0Rtc-k7eohJekQgdsB_g8qNspWO9c6vBBOS-pwq1YyGqZq_FfP8GVCo_7IijkdyWlFCv9QmEblArpYm7NU2shxl_w56wAVpZP5EUji/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336963560639073650" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">Plays and Books</span></span></span></span></div><div>Petit Nicholas</div><div>Something Wicked This Way Comes</div><div>Wit</div><div>Last Night of Ballyhoo</div><div>Fat Pig </div><div>Mercy Seat</div><div>Rhinoceros</div><div>Floyd Collins</div><div>Home of the Brave</div><div>Offending the Audience</div><div>Endgame</div><div>Enrico IV</div><div>Charlotte's Web</div><div>Kaspar</div><div>Tartuffe</div><div>Almost an Evening</div><div>Medea</div><div>Hotel Cassiopeia </div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQFYp-CR5uz7KjQ3kKG3vip6mk_7_LyPxJPwSAe7sAzfj-ZPHLbYjbc_35OWrb6lG1RUET4DscNOR_zR4-2gl18hxzKKn6pmE2q2OEMTpUjX5A4DZ5HF47YBme3fFzrpmn3u3fwW-9vOjh/s320/cassiopeia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336963987454748514" /><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hotel Cassiopeia</span></div>Daniel Joseph Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245173836522679869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610821814645870372.post-48476891608009295472009-05-03T17:19:00.000-07:002009-05-03T17:48:36.090-07:00Lessons<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj021KCrwp5duMUXKI-UHf9IW9euIDiAVv20c1OERvM2WpHHSttkn8A4WxkGAQDZ0z3Vp1gniTo3tbq83C2Y-XdUlUhmkg6E-hf3GvysPM1_I03yeLIfDw6Vjr_rIUtE_SPNHodAwqfD6K7/s320/nebbiaGonzSteph.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331757102368793858" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj021KCrwp5duMUXKI-UHf9IW9euIDiAVv20c1OERvM2WpHHSttkn8A4WxkGAQDZ0z3Vp1gniTo3tbq83C2Y-XdUlUhmkg6E-hf3GvysPM1_I03yeLIfDw6Vjr_rIUtE_SPNHodAwqfD6K7/s1600-h/nebbiaGonzSteph.jpg"><br /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I saw Cirque Eloize perform yesterday with my brother in law. It was a great performance and was truly beautiful. I love shows like this because they always make me feel in a way that very few things are capable of doing. Here is an excerpt from my journal after the performance.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"There are moments when we see things that are pure beauty. Though we do not understand them completely, we feel something deep within ourselves resound and echo. There is so much about ourselves that we don't understand, and so much that we haven't even begun to think of understanding. There is a wisdom forgotten within our minds whose imprints surface in seeing such things. I think this is why I study theatre. It is wonderful to have these inklings and understandings, but is even more beautiful when I can see it on the faces of others and see them rejoice in the experiences I offer them. I dare not say I take joy in creating this experience, for I believe it is too deep and too... elemental, (for lack of a better word) than something I could create of my own will. It is rather an exchange in which I am a tool or device. I am happy to be that and be surrounded by the constant mystery and joy of this art."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I have had many "white doors" open to me this semester and I learned much from them in taking steps through. Here are some valuable things I've learned.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I. Serving a mission does not change everything. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> I thought I would come home and be a great student and really well organized all in one instant. You still have to work at things if you want to improve. We never can just wave a wand and make yourself incredible. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>II. Serving a mission does change some things.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The way I looked at the world was very different and I felt I was more receptive and creative because of the time I spent with the people of Quebec. The world suddenly became much bigger and there was much more to learn.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>III. Take a risk whenever you can.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>When I started my Acting I class, I decided I would push myself and do something unique and different each time I performed. Not to say it all worked, nor that I did anything incredible, but I wanted to push myself enough to not feel comfortable. It was great! I went to a handful of auditions that went both well and not so well, I got the lead in the Foreigner, and I performed scenes in my class where I played all sorts of different roles. Each one was a bit of a risk, but I did it, and now that it's over I can safely say that was one of the best classes I ever took.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>IV. Expose yourself to the world in as many ways as you can.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Serving a mission helped me with that. I realized that if, for example, I wanted to create a great play, I need to be open to as many influences as possible. The more I know what's going on in the world around me, the better I can create a reflection of that world for those who watch. <br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><br /></div>Daniel Joseph Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245173836522679869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610821814645870372.post-64068975770639725192009-04-13T08:29:00.000-07:002009-04-13T08:37:18.931-07:00Goals<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiQpgZTJweBtX2JUUrGRWafDn63PAGZI18tCBQ0goF9szAnGzDb5LOD1QOnQwkg8eau9x3pOHMNgJ_i09U69aYkFc7Iw8h9e_fcAr5Dm4pfB2XcUhMc3iDhoTr6t5SaWAuSkZrSc8iLsD2/s1600-h/DSC07779.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiQpgZTJweBtX2JUUrGRWafDn63PAGZI18tCBQ0goF9szAnGzDb5LOD1QOnQwkg8eau9x3pOHMNgJ_i09U69aYkFc7Iw8h9e_fcAr5Dm4pfB2XcUhMc3iDhoTr6t5SaWAuSkZrSc8iLsD2/s320/DSC07779.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324200481307681778" /></a><br />So I found a new musician I really like thanks to my director/teacher Chris. It's a band called Beirut. It's indy gypsy. I like it alot! It got me started on an idea too. I decided I'm going to take a swing at mask making. I collect them, but I want to make em! Yes, one more thing to add to my stuff of things I want to do. I always get these projects that I want to do and spread myself too thin on most of them. The ones I do accomplish turn out pretty good though for the most part. So far my big projects for the year are to:<div>Get really good at mask making</div><div>Learn to play the accordion</div><div>Get my Shakespeare project started</div><div>Play the violin as a street performer in Salt Lake City</div><div>Read Talking to Tesla (why cant I find time to read anything other than school stuff and plays?)</div><div>Save up all my money for Europe</div><div>.....so far I have a mask made and am on my way with the accordion.... thats all. Oh well. </div>Daniel Joseph Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13245173836522679869noreply@blogger.com0