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Stanislavski Method: The system is the result of Stanislavski's many years of efforts to determine how a human being can control in performance the most intangible and uncontrollable aspects of human behavior, such as emotions and artistic inspiration...The system is based around an actor being "in the moment" but always staying one step away from complete belief.
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanislavski_Method)

The Stanislavski M… Continue

I realized tonight that I've been hurting a lot lately. I've been avoiding the fact that I do, but that doesn't mean it isn't true. Isn't always in the back of my mind. I hate that it is. More than anything. I hate that I let myself to succumb to these negative thoughts, that I'm letting little things run the way I think about myself. But I have to admit to it. I have to be able to say that I do let those thoughts consume me.

I've always struggled with being a perfectionist, feeling like I can… Continue

This was written for my Comparitive World Literature class based on the novel, The Things They Carried.

The Things I Carry:

I carry my I AM poem
Reminding me of all that I am
All that I want to be
And all that I can be

I carry the question:
“Who is present every time something bad happens in my life?”
And its response:
ME
Which reminds me that I have control not only over events that happen
But the way in which I handle and perceive them

I carry every straight line created by a… Continue

As I sit here in the presence of injustice, the presence of struggle: the Amache internment camp I am also in the presence of those who lived here, those who lived with the knowledge of their identity and the uncertainty of their country.

With the sounds of crickets in the open land, of the wind rustling through the leaves of Aspen trees, the sound of pen to paper. In the midst of the cemetery erected for those Japanese men who died in war, I can feel the wind blowing through my hair, I can fee… Continue

I am cloth on my skin,
I am glasses on my face
hiding everything that I am
and everything that I want to be

I am manners and politeness
that hide what I really feel about others
and hide my weaknesses for other people to see

I am closed gates
waiting for other people to care enough to open them

I am the ashes of a cigarette,
burning away at the use of someone else

I am my appearance
which gives me confidence
but never quite fits how vulnerable and flawed I really am

I am every straight line… Continue