beautiful clotter

i grew up with jack chu. we were in school together from kindergarten through high school, and while we were never particularly close and didn’t travel in the same circles, we’d known each other most of our lives. after i reluctantly joined facebook at the insistence of a friend who’d moved to the east coast, jack contacted me to say hello. i wrote back, our messages started getting longer and longer, and turned into almost daily chats on our lunch breaks, while playing facebook-poker together. we both acknowledged the irony that after “knowing” each other for over twenty years, we were finally becoming friends; and we also laughed that we were now considering ourselves to be “friends” though we weren’t in touch via any other means than facebook.

we mostly talked about mutual folks we knew growing up, asked after each other’s families, and caught up on what we were doing now. we talked about music and poker, nothing too serious, and made each other laugh. he was still living in the bay area and wanted to know all about portland, declaring that since i’d decided to stay here for so long, it must be pretty awesome. i agreed, and told him if he was ever up my way to let me know and i’d meet him for a drink so we could catch up in person. he extended the same offer for the next time i would be down in the bay. 

i started touting jack as a shining example of how facebook turned out better than i’d expected; my attitude prior to joining had been “i’m already in touch with all the people who i care to be in touch with.” jack proved me wrong, as it was delightful to start to get to know each other in our adulthood, and it would not have happened otherwise.

then, in july 2008, jack was murdered.

he went out with a friend. they went to a couple bars. then his friend shot him in the head eleven times, shoved him into the passenger seat of jack’s car, and parked it on a residential street, where his body was not discovered for two days.

it was absolutely shocking. jack was the first friend of mine to die as the result of such violence. i didn’t know how to process it; we’d chatted the day before he’d died and i’d wondered the rest of the week if his schedule had changed, since i wasn’t catching him online at lunch anymore. other friends we’d grown up with expressed the same shock as me. he was gone, there seemed not to have been an altercation prompting his death, and initially, the main suspect was nowhere to be found.

once jack’s murderer was apprehended, there were no easy answers. there were pleas of insanity, there were four separate competency hearings, there were further delays when this guy attacked and choked his cell mate. my heart broke for jack’s family, wishing them closure and to find out why this happened, if that would bring them some peace.

it took years until small steps towards resolution took place. the guy was put on medication, and eventually deemed fit to stand trial. a trial date was set. the trial happened, the guy was found guilty. and just last thursday, he was sentenced. it will be 57 years before he is eligible for parole.

i still think about jack often. he’s the reason i won’t deactivate my facebook account, since our reconnection was such an unexpected treat. now that the sentence has been passed, jack’s name won’t periodically appear in my email, alerting me to developments in the case. i won’t share those updates with the kids we grew up with. jack’s been gone for almost four years, but now there’ll be additional silence when i think of him. i still remember him pulling on my hair during class in kindergarten, and am grateful for the time we got to spend getting to know each other as adults.

i hope his family finds some comfort in the conviction. i hope they are doing well, and that they know how jack touched a lot of people with his warmth, sincerity, and desire to reconnect with old friends. i hope they know that he’s still remembered even by those of us who were orbiting the outer circles of his social life. and mostly, i hope that everyone who knew jack never has to experience this kind of senseless act ever again.

the other years i’ve written this post, i’ve been able to get it done for New Year’s. not this time. a perfect example of the general frenzy and too-busy-ness of this year. let’s review chronologically:

• Kid Simple: holy shit. this was really hard. my cast was amazing and patient, the rest of the team was brilliant and ambitious, it was just, really, truly hard. there was a lot going on and it was stressful and we finally got it up and i didn’t get to watch the show anymore because the consistent rapid-fire pace of the cues was relentless. so honestly? i have no idea what the show we performed looked like. but you bet your ass i know *exactly* how it sounded.
• 29-hour Punk Rock Adventure: for our birthdays, Jen and i decided to head up/down to Berkeley and go see Pansy Division at Gilman St. this was the best idea ever. we used to go see Pansy Division in high school every chance we got, and while jen has spent many a night hanging out at the legendary Gilman St. venue, i had never been there. we gathered our fun-loving troops to the east bay, wandered around on telegraph, took a hotel shuttle to the club, finished off the bottle of whiskey in the parking lot, and danced our asses off, with a crowd consisting of a mix of 15-year-olds and people we recognized from going to punk shows 15 years ago. it was a total blast, and something i’m really glad jen talked me into despite my protests of being too busy and it being too short a trip to be worth it. i was wrong. insane amounts of fun.
• Adding Machine: i’m sad about the timing of this show, because i overlapped Adding Machine rehearsals with the run of Kid Simple, and it was a bad idea. i LOVED Adding Machine, and i am so happy i did it, but i was already fried by day 1. i do think i did a good job, and i had wonderful experiences with the many new people i worked with on this show, i just wish i’d been able to give it my full, less-exhausted attention.
• while Kid Simple was running and Adding Machine was rehearsing, i went on the road with a show for the first time. it was an educational children’s show about water conservation, game-show format with audience participation. we rehearsed a bit in portland, drove up to kent, washington and performed it five times over two days, then packed up the van and came home. the second best part about going on tour was the unexpected free time: the first day we were done with work by 12:30, so we had the entire rest of the day to goof off, and goof off we did. we got lunch, got ice cream, went to target to buy gear so we could use the hotel pool and hot tub, went to a bar, went to a movie, went back to our hotel to hot tub, and went to another bar. the best part about going on tour were my completely fabulous travel companions. total win. love ya both.
• when Adding Machine closed in may, i dropped. i’d been going a thousand miles an hour since january, and i slammed on the brakes and became a only-leaves-the-house-for-food-or-to-work hermit. eventually i started to emerge to do some social stuff, which was good.
• i tried to go see my dad for father’s day, but was thwarted by the airline.
• i successfully went to san diego for the long Fourth of July weekend, which was super fun as always. i timed my return flight to portland perfectly; as we flew up the coastline, we could look down and see clusters of fireworks happening who-knows-how-many-miles-apart, and it was a really cool experience.
• in august i rejoined the world fully, trying to cram in all the socializing i could before the start of my season. i managed a weekend in san francisco, a weekend out on the coast, and a bunch of plays and happy hours.
• september entirely went to shit, like, immediately. my good friend’s baby was in the hospital, having successful but still plenty scary heart surgery. (he’s doing super great now.) another loved one was in and out of the hospital at the same time. in both situations i felt powerless and anxious (not my natural state), and i carried around tension in a way that made me feel physically sick and pretty much constantly on the verge of tears. in all the ways that count, my attempt at the third annual month of rocktember was a total bust.
• Animals & Plants: though overlapping with the month of shit-tember, i had a pretty great time working on my season opener. chris murray is so high up on my list of people i like to work with that when he called to offer me the gig during Kid Simple tech, i said yes without knowing who else was involved or (honestly) the name of the show. [i’m sure he told me, but i was probably yelling something like “FUCKER, I AM IN TECH LIKE YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE AND CANNOT TALK TO YOU NOW, YES I’LL DO THE SHOW, MY BRAIN IS EXPLODING AND CANNOT PROCESS THIS INFORMATION, TALK TO ME IN TWO WEEKS. SHUT UP I SAID I’LL DO IT, YAY WE’RE WORKING TOGETHER AGAIN.”] we had to recast an actor a couple weeks into rehearsal, so that added a layer of challenge to things, but for the most part it was smooth sailing, it was great to work with chris, joe, and cameron again, and all the new-to-me people i got to work with (mike, collin(sworth), jason, nikki, and jon) were wonderful. we also had one of my all-time favorite rehearsals, where we headed over to a seedy motel on Interstate and rehearsed there instead of the theater. it was totally fun and also really helped us nail the “eww… don’t want to be here…” vibe we were going for. lastly, one piece of takeaway knowledge from this gig: if you ever decide to Right Guard your balls, the blue can (any scent) is fine, but the brown can is burn-y. you’re welcome.
• Hunter Gatherers: tom and i started rehearsing this show, and fairly quickly realized we were experiencing post-traumatic-Kid-Simple-stress. he kept saying things like “wait, this feels easy. what are we fucking up? what are we forgetting?” and i kept saying things like “no, it’s just going really well. you’re freaking out. we’re just broken for the next two years, everything we do is going to feel easy.” we teched over New Year’s, are still open now, and despite a very involved pre-show and clean up, it still feels easy (and booth-wise, totally is). of course there were some hiccups (random injuries, sicknesses, people late with their whatever), but i think he and i both spent a lot of time waiting for some catastrophe to drop which never did.
• i went to SF for christmas, where my parents and i all caught my brother’s cold despite him trying hard not to give it to us. they got better in a timely fashion, but mine mutated from a head cold to a chest cold to a who knows, and i remained sick until about january 20th. it was total bullshit. 

good things not to be glossed over:

• the Kid Simple peeps hung out more and in larger groups than any show i’ve done in recent memory, and it was really cool. a first for me: pre-matinee breakfast where we got together at someone’s house & cooked together. (of course i was late. non-mandatory morning shit + me = i’m running late)
• the night before the aforementioned punk rock adventure, tom had bought me tickets to the thermals show (they are always super fun), nicely rounding out my weekend so it just entirely rocked. when his birthday rolled around, one of our new favorite bands, Movits! was coming to town, so i bought him tickets to that. emily, tom, and i were three of maybe 50 people in the whole venue, so it was like being at a private party (though we could not understand how the portland indie music scene missed the fact that there was a swedish swing hip hop band playing. i repeat: they are rapping in swedish while playing swing music. AMAZEBALLS. why on earth was this show not packed?) this was one of the best, most fun nights EVER. as tom said “i don’t speak swedish, but i do speak flow.” movits, kom gärna tillbaka, herrar.
• during Animals & Plants, i had enough available time off from work that i took a week off for tech week. repeat: i had no day job during tech week. i’m totally spoiled now, because it was incredible. on opening night people kept telling me how good i looked, and i had to keep explaining that i was WELL RESTED ON OPENING NIGHT. such a thing has never occurred before.

looking forward to:

• YOU GUYS! i am going to New Orleans, like, now! jen’s birthday is coming up, and she organized a gigantic posse of fabulous people and we’re heading down in less than two weeks. i just got my time off from work approved, and am super excited. it’s going to kick ass, and kick my ass too. can’t wait.
• i’m upgrading my technology sometime this year: gonna get a smarter smartphone (poor neglected webOS. i’ll miss you when i leave you for android.), and am getting an iPad. ya’all know how much i like gadgets, so i am stoked.
• i work all the time. i know. it’s on purpose. but i have learned my goddamn lesson and am not going to overlap like i did. that was a bad plan. bad plan. looking forward to a little self-imposed work/life balance.

2011, i won’t miss you. your highs did not outweigh your lows. generally, with occasional pops of greatness, you were lame. good riddance. let’s go, 2012. time for a great year.

posted last year: 

last year, I had a very trying month of August. as September 2009 approached, i decided to have a good month, in whatever way i could force it.  it was going to be a very busy month (yes, thank you, i know i’m perpetually busy. i mean even busier than normal.), filled with rehearsal and work and travel.  i decided i would try on a daily basis to accomplish all my junk while remembering to eat well, plan chores & errands realistically, reward myself at the end of long days… not necessarily glamorous stuff, but a real concerted effort to be as stress-free as possible without falling down on the job.

and holy crap, it worked! at the end of each day i was able to name something that rocked about my day, even when other things sucked. (the biggest disappointment in Sep ‘09 was learning i’d need to have the face smashing surgery.)  i had a wonderful Labor Day weekend in San Diego with The M.A.C.E., somehow managed to get sleep despite long days of work and rehearsal, mostly stuck to my budget, went to hear some great music, and hung out with friends.

this August was much better than last, but i started thinking about what a productive and non-chaotic month last September was, and i think i’m gonna keep the ball rolling this year, making this the Second Annual Month of Rocktember. something about each day shall rock, and that’s that. i’ll reassess at the end of the month, but this tradition might stick around; autumn is my favorite season, and a great time to buckle down, remain goal oriented, and remember to have a good time doing it. welcome back, rocktember.

so, i did fail to report back, but last Rocktember was fairly awesome. my goals of staying on top of my shit while making sure it wasn’t soul-suckingly tedious worked. this whole “september is the month to get shit together” seems to work for me, so i am sticking with it. i am also at the end of my second “taking the summer off from theater” thing, so this works out beautifully since i’m days away from starting my season.

however. this week most definitely did not rock at all.

dear friends of mine had their first baby almost two weeks ago, came home from the hospital, and then in a nightmarish turn of events when he was four days old, needed to call 911 in the middle of the night. he ended up back in the hospital, a very sick little boy, waiting to be strong enough to have heart surgery to repair his narrow aorta. he grew strong enough to have his operation a day ahead of schedule, and it went well. though Ronan the Warrior still has a long road ahead of him, his prognosis is good and it’s expected he will need no further treatment, and will grow up strong and healthy.

meanwhile, another dear loved one was also in and out of the hospital this week, but lives too far away for me to be there. i want to respect their privacy, but it needs to be mentioned as a significant contributor to my general level of anxiety and stress this past week. they are also on the path of recovery, and i hope are feeling as supported as i know Ronan’s family is.

so, while off to a crappy start, i’m trying to stay hopeful that this month’s biggest hurdles have been cleared, and that it’s all uphill from here. once Ronan comes home, i declare no more hospitals, no more panic, no more tears for the month. i didn’t realize how much tension i was holding in my body until it started to release on thursday night, and i spent all day yesterday with an unfurling knot in my stomach and a pounding headache (which was not helped in the least by the world’s loudest concert-outside-an-office-building ever). i finally got some decent sleep last night, and today am groggy and off, but on the mend. i’m going to eat nourishing food, take a bubble bath, drink fantastic coffee, and sit quietly for a while.

tomorrow? let’s try this shit again. year three, take two: welcome back, rocktember.

bethankfulforthefools:

Dear Sir or Madam:

The reason the stage lights feel too bright is because you came on stage from the dark off-stage area. 

Maybe I can find a cool You Tube video explaining how your irises work…

Love,

me

jeff, at least they probably found their light. or you’re (once again) using a disco ball and shooting light directly into people’s eyeballs. can you throw some gaff up there and tape out that one mirror, please? ;)