Amorphous (or you can be anything)
July 21, 2011
I follow @Liz_Money’s Tumblr (and you should, too). Today she posted something that I thought is particularly close to my heart, this image:

"Cutest thing evar." - Liz Money
It’s intended, of course, to be a humorous take on professions showing how any profession can be used by “the Dark Side.” But it also makes another point: these people got trained in the careers listed above, but the skillsets they learned can be used in a variety of different ways.
Just because you have a degree in a specific field or training in a specific field doesn’t mean you can’t do something else. Half of your college education was in “general ed”! People forget that. You are more than just your major in college, and you can leverage the education you do have to, well… do anything you put your mind to.
The problem is that what you WANT to do is not necessarily what you SHOULD do, especially when money comes into play. It’s very difficult to make a living as an artist, whereas it’s much less difficult to make a living as a marketer or public relations manager.
I know dozens of theatre types who are absolutely convinced that they can’t do anything but theatre and be happy. It’s just not true. A stage manager can translate her skills into project management, running a camp, or human resources. An actor can translate his skills into being a teacher (i.e. “performing” in front of students), a salesman (e.g. performing in front of customers), or any number of other careers. And you can be happy doing it.
This isn’t going to convince anyone, but I just felt like sharing Liz’s link and blabbing about this.
Oh no, not again.
May 24, 2011
The human psyche is a fascinating place. For years, psychology has fascinated me. And I don’t mean the whole shrink “Tell me about your childhood” thing (honestly, I think it’s the biggest scam in the country, but I digress…). No, what really fascinates me is what makes people tick. Why do they behave the way they do?
And the one thing that I’ve learned over and over is that you can never, ever understand 100% why other people react the way they do, and unless you’ve spent years and years studying a particular person (spouses are good at this), you really don’t know how anyone is going to react when you bring up a particular topic.
Let me quote something real quick:
The Book: It is important to note that suddenly, and against all probability, a Sperm Whale had been called into existence, several miles above the surface of an alien planet and since this is not a naturally tenable position for a whale, this innocent creature had very little time to come to terms with its identity. This is what it thought, as it fell:
The Whale: Ahhh! Woooh! What’s happening? Who am I? Why am I here? What’s my purpose in life? What do I mean by who am I? Okay okay, calm down calm down get a grip now. Ooh, this is an interesting sensation. What is it? Its a sort of tingling in my… well I suppose I better start finding names for things. Lets call it a… tail! Yeah! Tail! And hey, what’s this roaring sound, whooshing past what I’m suddenly gonna call my head? Wind! Is that a good name? It’ll do. Yeah, this is really exciting. I’m dizzy with anticipation! Or is it the wind? There’s an awful lot of that now isn’t it? And what’s this thing coming toward me very fast? So big and flat and round, it needs a big wide sounding name like ‘Ow’, ‘Ownge’, ‘Round’, ‘Ground’! That’s it! Ground! Ha! I wonder if it’ll be friends with me? Hello Ground!
[dies]
The Book: Curiously the only thing that went through the mind of the bowl of petunias, as it fell, was, ‘Oh no, not again.’ Many people have speculated that if we knew exactly *why* the bowl of petunias had thought that we would know a lot more about the nature of the universe than we do now.
This is a scene from “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”, in which the Improbability Drive very improbably turns two missiles into a sperm whale and pot of petunias, respectively. It’s a very funny sequence, but what’s really fascinating about this is the Whale’s first thoughts.
“Who am I? Why am I here? What’s my purpose in life? What do I mean by ‘Who am I?’” Who am I, indeed. This is the basic question that we face throughout our lives, and we’re constantly defining ourselves by.. well.. everything. We define ourselves by race, by gender, by sexual orientation, by religion, by occupation. We define ourselves by class, social circles, interests, hobbies, passions, food preferences, height, weight, disabilities and skills.
In the 21st century and particularly with my generation, we’ve been raised and taught that all people are people, regardless of these things. Blacks and whites, men and women, Christians and Muslims are all supposed to be equal — we’re all just people. And we’re taught to treat each other the way we would like to be treated, regardless of those differences.
I, for instance, don’t care if you’re black, white, gay, straight, transgender, disabled or normal. I’m going to do my best to treat you the same way I would treat someone else. If I like you, I like you regardless of those things. If I dislike you, I dislike you regardless of those things. Your race shouldn’t come into the picture at all, nor should your gender or any of those other factors.
I strive every day to keep true to the above statement.
But when it comes to who I am, it’s much harder for me to let go of the differences. I look at my friend D, and I don’t even think about the fact that he’s black. I look at my friend M and I don’t even notice her glasses. I just see D and M as what they are: my friends. However, when I look at pictures of myself, I don’t see Brian. I see this big, glaring hearing aid sticking out of my ear. I see that my nose is gigantic. I see that I have an overbite and my teeth aren’t straight and pearly white. I hear that my voice is a bit nasal (a bit? maybe a lot).
I know logically that my friends don’t see those things. When they see me, they see their friend Brian. Not my hearing aid. Not my nose. Not my teeth or overbite. But I have a hard time convincing myself of that.
When I get a first date that I think went well, but not a second one, I wonder: “Was it because of my hearing aid? My voice?” And I know that I can’t change those things and that if those are the reasons, then I don’t want to date her anyway. In all likelihood, it’s none of those things. But I wonder nonetheless.
I don’t think of this as an insecurity, per se. I’m confident in myself, and I’m really secure in the fact that I do hear as well as I do and speak as well as I do, considering the degree of my hearing loss. It’s astounding, actually.
Instead, I think of it as an identity. It’s part of who I am — separate from my personality and overall view of myself, but part of who I am nonetheless.
What makes people tick, in a sense, is their view of who they are. All of these little things coming together to determine their outlook and responses to external stimuli (e.g. me).
It fascinates me, this ability we have to look at ourselves through a lens that few others see. And it fascinates me (and frustrates me to no end) our ability to forget that others have a different lens, especially when it comes to themselves.
And so when someone is unable to differentiate between the way they view themselves or the way they think others view them (e.g. I’m a guy with a hearing aid) versus the way others actually see them (e.g. their friend Brian), I have a little sympathy. I understand how difficult it is to separate what you can’t change from what you can. I understand how difficult it is to separate your race, gender, sexual orientation, or disability from your personality.
But I only have a little sympathy. Only a little bit, because part of growing up is realizing that we’re all people, that we’re all the hero of our own story, that we all have our own view of ourselves and that others have their own views of us, and that sometimes those views don’t mesh up. Part of being an adult is understanding that who I think I am is not necessarily who others think I am, and that it’s my responsibility to ensure that I am broadcasting the “me” that I want others to see.
The human psyche fascinates me. It’s incredible how convincingly we can share a version of ourselves with the world that is completely at odds with the way we view ourselves inside. And it’s equally amazing to me how frustrated we get with the world when they don’t “get” us the way we think we should be understood. Though I strive to be as true to myself and to others as I can be, I am guilty of the same quirks as the rest of us.
People are fascinating.
One score and nine years ago…
April 24, 2011
I’m not supposed to be here. Evolution dictates the survival of the fittest, and any creature with my degree of hearing loss in the animal kingdom would have died shortly after birth, having been eaten by the first predator to come along. Even human beings, who tend to value intelligence and ability over more physical attributes such as sight and hearing, would have left me for dead in the time periods depicted by the fantasy novels and movies that I oh-so-love to read and watch (the irony is not lost on me).
Had I been born when our country was founded, I would have been virtually useless in society, though not left for dead. I might have survived on a farm or in a rural area with a family that cared for me, but the rest of society probably would have marginalized me. I wouldn’t have been able to go to school, to perform in theatre, or anything else, for that matter.
Had I been born just one century ago, I wouldn’t have survived to this age. Medical technology was iffy at best, and the basics of the immune system were just being discovered and analyzed and figured out. Antibiotics didn’t even exist in pill form, and doctors would have taken to drastic measures in an attempt to figure out what the hell was going on — if they even tried. I would have died by the age of 21.
And so you see, I’m not supposed to be here. From a rather young age I always believed that I would die young, and certainly seven years ago it looked like that would be true. But it wasn’t.
Today I turn 29 years old, an age I never thought I would reach. I’m incredibly, incredibly fortunate to be here, to be alive at this time and place, to live in a country where my physical shortcomings can be overcome. I’m lucky to have family and friends who support me and carry me through my worst periods of life. I’m able to write this post because of the man who saved my life, and although he passed on at a young age, he continues to live on through me.
Six and a half years ago, when Ray and his family’s sacrifice saved my life, I vowed to make the most of whatever days I had left. I should have died, but I didn’t. With the help of my family and friends, I kept on going, and every time I walk outside and see that it’s a beautiful day, I’m reminded of the gifts that I have. I still can’t believe I’m here.
And what a ride it has been! Over the last six and a half years, I have earned my Bachelor’s degree, earned a Master’s degree, performed in dozens of plays and musicals (!!!), taught high school, moved to Atlanta, moved to Chicago, assistant directed a play with The Mammals, wrote a novel, met two of my heroes (Jennifer and Kristian Bush of Sugarland), met dozens and dozens of new friends, got a job with an internet start-up and moved to San Francisco, attended many conventions in pursuit of geekdom, played guitar in front of over a hundred people at my cousin’s Bat Mitzvah, tried calamari (and liked it), had some fun (and sometimes crazy) relationships… and those are just the things I can think of off the top of my head.
Every day is a gift, but for me my birthdays are especially powerful reminders of where I’ve been and how fragile the status quo is. I cherish every day, for better or for worse. Even the worst days are better than no days at all, right? Right.
I’m ecstatic to be alive, and I love my family and friends more than anything in the world. I dedicate this 29th birthday to you all.
Here’s to reaching 30 (next year, holy crap!), 40, and even 50 with you all in my life. With such love and support from my family and friends (not to mention the innovations of modern technology), I don’t see any reason why I won’t be around for a long, long time. That’s right: you’re stuck with me.
To all that have wished (or will wish) me a happy birthday, I thank you and love you from the bottom of my heart. It’s not even lunch time here, and I already know it’s going to be a great day, and the next 29 years will be full of love, laughter, and really bad guitar playing by yours truly!
Love,
Brian
On the Importance of Spreading Knowledge
March 25, 2011
There is a prominent (I guess?) blogger in the theatrosphere that is a self-proclaimed marketing expert. As the marketing guy for a large theatre in Chicago, he apparently wrote the book on theatre marketing. Literally, I guess you could say, since he has e-books for sale. At any rate, I subscribe to his blog like many people in our circle. I also follow him on Twitter via the #2amt hashtag. After keeping tabs on his posts, I noticed something interesting the other day: he never links to anyone else in his blog or on Twitter. Okay, maybe, just maybe, he links to Seth Godin. Maybe.
But 99.9% of the time, he only links to himself.
Let’s look at the Mat Smart debacle, for instance. There are dozens and dozens of responses to that blog post on the web, and every other blogger starts off with “Joshua Conkel said this very well, but I want to point out something else…” or “I can’t say it any better than Isaac Butler said here…” or something similar. What does this guy do? He says “There’s a big discussion about this, and this is what you should walk away from it with.”
No mention of other bloggers. No mention of a wider, ongoing discussion. No mention of anyone else that might possibly have something to contribute. Only his own words on his own blog.
And that’s just one example. Half of his posts are plugs for his own e-book or seminars. Boring.
I casually asked him on Twitter a few weeks ago what blogs he reads. I like to know that my sources of information are knowledgeable, and that my sources have good sources. His response? “The only blog I read regularly Seth Godin’s. Occasionally if someone links me to another, I’ll read it, but I don’t subscribe to any others.” That’s it. One (usually spot on but still flawed) guy.
So, you know, I’m surprised that a so-called and self-declared marking expert thinks that’s a good thing, to not give credit to sources or to others who might be able to meaningfully contribute. I’m a little bit insulted that he doesn’t think I’ll see through that.
When I look to learn from someone, I like to know that they’re widely read (which this blogger is apparently not) and that he is able to recognize when good ideas are given out by other people. I like to know that when I ask them a question, their answer comes from a deep repository of knowledge gleaned from a variety of sources. I like to know that the person I’m taking my problems to is wise enough to know that he doesn’t know everything, but smart enough to know where to look.
I like to know that this person is not a douchebag.
It’s insulting, really, that he thinks I’m not going to notice that he doesn’t give credit to anyone else, that 1/3rd of his blog posts are really just pimping his own e-book, that there’s more than a little amount of condescension in his posts. It’s insulting that he thinks he knows everything and nobody else knows enough for him to credit.
It’s disappointing, frustrating, and quite frankly, annoying. I’m done. The blog is off my reading list.
Sir, I am just a guy with an opinion. I’m a blogger who doesn’t claim to know everything. I’m just a reader who loves to share new found links and blogs with my friends and community. I’m just a marketer who seeks to improve the life, health and richness of the community, and not just the size of my wallet. I’m just a jerk who has the cojones to write this rant.
I’m just a guy who wants to help. And I wish you were, too.
Dear Recruiters
March 21, 2011
I don’t know if you all went to the same Recruiter School, but you sound like you’re all reading from the same script. Please attempt to sound like a human being. I had a phone call the other day with a recruiter boss type, and she was so pleasant and nice and actually managed to sound like a real person (though I still have my doubts), but every conversation with her subordinates sounds like I’m talking to some evil commission-earning Hal 9000. To be honest, most of you sound like telemarketers who couldn’t care less about whether I find a job or not, but rather treat me as a number on a page. How do you think that makes me feel?
But I digress. Language is a powerful thing. I’m sure that, as recruiters, you see form letters all the time. Hell, you send them out to me at least once a week. Let me ask you this: do form letters ever make you care about the sender? Or do you just dismiss them? Personally, I just throw them in the trash. If you can’t take the time to treat me like an individual, why should I treat you like one?
The first step to not sounding like a machine is to vary up your language. Don’t sound like every other recruiter. Be different. DARE to be different.
Still confused? Here’s an example of what I’m talking about:
Let’s review: the phrase “reach out” is overused. Oh, and another phrase that should be banned is “touch base”.
There’s a term called “semantic satiation.” (Say that five times fast!) Have you ever said a word over and over and over and over again until it ceases to have meaning and you kind of think “plethora… plethora… what a strange word…”? That’s what happens to me. I see “reach out” and my mind blanks. Why? Because the nine screenshots you see above are from nine different recruiters in nine different emails that I’ve received in the last 48 hours. And I’m not even including the three phone calls I’ve already gotten this morning (and it’s not even noon), where the first thing the recruiter says is,
“Hey Brian, this is John So-and-So from Who-Cares-About-You-Just-Get-A-Job-So-I-Get-Commission Agency. I just wanted to reach out and touch base with you about a job opportunity I have available that you may be interested in.”
Seriously. That’s the opening line of every recruiter ever. Never once has a recruiter said something different like, I don’t know,
“Hey Brian, my name is Sarah with You’re-An-Individual-Too Agency. How are you today? I was looking around for talented web developers in the Atlanta area, and I came across your resume, and you know, I think you would be a perfect fit for this position I found. Does that sound cool to you?”
You’ll notice that “Sarah” did a few things: 1) didn’t use “reach out” or “touch base”, 2) complimented me, and 3) spoke like a normal, rational human being.
Let me ask you this, Recruiter. When you call up your friends to see if they want to go out for dinner, do you say “Hey Jack, I just wanted to reach out and touch base to see if you were up for grabbing a beer later.”?
I didn’t think so. You probably say something like “Hey Jack, what’s up? I’m grabbing a beer. Wanna go?”
It ain’t rock science, people.
Look. I understand you’re people too, and you’re just doing your job. That’s fine. I get that. But the reverse is also true: I’m a person. I am not a number. I AM A FREE MAN. (Bonus points if you catch the reference.)
You want me to listen to what you have to say or respond to your email? Ditch the catch-phrases. Speak like a normal person. Write like a normal person. Don’t write a form letter. And maybe, just maybe, I won’t think of you as someone who’s trying to take advantage of my unemployment or job dissatisfaction to put some cash in your bank account.
Love,
Me
An Open Letter to io9.com
March 18, 2011
Dear io9.com,
Let me just start off by saying that I’m a huge, huge nerd, and I’m a huge, huge fan of you and your sister site Lifehacker, and I regularly check up on stories on the other sites such as Gizmodo and Kotaku. But being a sci-fi/fantasy geek, io9 is my true love. And you, my love, have broken my heart today.
I don’t get to read every day, and I don’t get to read every article, but not a session on io9 goes by that I don’t get insanely excited about a headline. As I click through, I can’t wait for the page to load up, so I can learn more about scientific experiments in education or why we can’t predict earthquakes or see the newest Game of Thrones trailer or learn more about an artist in one of the many comics and graphic novels that you cover. And today was no exception.
I’m a huge science nerd. I love science and everything there is to know about it. I like to learn about chemistry, physics, biology, psychology, evolution, astronomy, oceanography, seismology,… pretty much any -ology. It’s fascinating to me how much there is to know about the universe — and how much we don’t know yet!
And so with great glee I clicked on the headline “Neil deGrasse Tyson’s Death by Black Hole in Episode 32 of The Geek’s Guide to the Galaxy“. After clicking through, the page finally loads, and I notice it’s a podcast. Okay, no big deal. And then I notice it’s over an hour long, and I groaned. Not because of time constraints (I have nothing if not plenty of time), but because… well…
Before I go any further, io9, I want to point out something about myself. I’m hard of hearing. But even that doesn’t really explain things accurately or do my hearing loss justice. On a scale of hearing to deaf, I’m really way, way closer to deaf than to hearing. In more numerical terms, I have 0% hearing in my left ear (completely deaf) and only about 30% hearing in my right (unaided). With a hearing aid in my right ear, I hear about 75%.
I won’t bore you with the details of audiology (which, you know, is actually kind of fascinating, but I digress…). Suffice it to say, I have significant hearing problems. I rely very heavily on lip-reading, body language, and other visual cues to get by in regular conversation. There’s a reason I enjoy the internet: almost everything is written and visual.
And so I think you can understand that I view the entire podcast movement with not a small bit of trepidation. It’s a distinctly non-visual medium. At least with a video, I can read lips or see gestures or body language. With a podcast, I’m listening to a voice that, more often than not, sounds to me like Charlie Brown’s teacher. Wah wah wah waaah.
This isn’t your fault. Don’t get me wrong. The podcast thing is taking the internet by storm, and you’re certainly serving your audience well by producing podcasts. The medium itself, however, provides a significant obstacle to those such as myself, and one that, I feel, is easily remedied: transcribe it into written text. I don’t have a sight problem, just a hearing problem.
And so I humbly request that you, io9, my favorite sci-fi news website, please attempt to transcribe all of your podcasts for users such as I.
Someone beat me to the punch on this particular article, though. Here’s the author’s response:
Please click through to embiggen, or you can view the comment thread itself here.
As you can probably understand, I’m upset at John Joseph Adam’s response. He (and by extension, you, io9), have effectively locked me out of this podcast. I so dearly want to know what went on in the podcast, but I can’t, because of matters not within my control: namely my physical disability and John Joseph Adam’s unwillingness to spend the effort to make it accessible for all readers.
Let me be clear: the primary reason a transcript is not being made, according to Adams, is what basically comes down to laziness or disregard. I am apparently not worth Adams’ (or anyone else’s) time. And that hurts, io9. If I go anywhere else, to any other establishment, and I say “I’m hard of hearing,” they trip over themselves to repeat themselves or speak slowly or enunciate or otherwise accommodate my disability. Because, you know, it’s the right thing to do. It’s basic, common courtesy.
It’s not like I’m demanding a flight to NYC in a private jet and to stay in a 5-star hotel — I’m simply asking for a little assistance.
I understand that “it’s a lot of work putting the podcast together as it is”, but please imagine how much work it would be for someone like me to listen through an hour of podcast. It takes intense concentration for me to function in a real-life conversation, and much more so in a conversation in which I can’t even see the other people. And no matter how much time and effort a completely Deaf person puts into it, that will never be enough to hear a podcast.
And please correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t it the author’s job to do the work required to disseminate the information in this article? I also can’t help but notice that you have a list of interns on the side of the About Us page. Could not one of your interns listen to the podcast and transcribe it? Could the author not do it? I’m not asking for much… just a little help. I would be shocked if I was the only one of your readers that has this problem. By not providing transcripts, you are essentially alienating a portion of your user base, whether hard of hearing or Deaf people like myself, or users like “blorp” who don’t have the time to sit around and listen to an hour of podcast that they could read in 15 minutes.
Think of transcripts as a win-win situation. I know I do.
As I’ve said before, I’m a huge fan of you, io9, and I would love to continue to be a reader and patron of you and your wonderful family of websites. And so it is with a heavy heart that I clicked away from io9 to write this post. I hope I never have to do this again.
Please consider transcribing your podcasts for the Deaf and Hard of Hearing like myself. Other sites do it, and I just know that you’re as good (if not better) than your colleagues in journalism and media.
Your biggest (maybe?) fan,
Brian Seitel
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Hard of Hearing Geek
Sci-Fi Aficionado
On Having Strong Plays
March 17, 2011
The Belgariad
A few years ago, I was looking for something new to read. I’m a big sci-fi/fantasy geek, and so I asked my friends what a good book series was that I could read. Many of them suggested the late David Eddings’ trilogy The Belgariad, about a young man who goes off to save the world.
From the start I knew I was reading a solidly written book. It had characters that were immediately recognizable archetypes, a well-defined and detailed world in which they reside, a clear antagonist and protagonist, rising action, climax, denouement, and conclusion. The writing followed every rule and cliche in the book, and I can find no fault with the composition, the grammar, the spelling, the character development, or the plot arc. Quite simply and objectively speaking, it’s a well-written book.
But subjectively I don’t like it. It’s boring. It’s predictable. Eddings literally followed every rule in the book. The science of writing was perfect, but the art and soul was missing. Any reader can (or should be able to) objectively look at this trilogy and say “The writing is solid.” Even those who don’t like The Belgariad, as I don’t, should be able to look at it and say “Look, there’s nothing technically wrong with the novel.”
Exit, Pursued by a Bear
Lauren Gunderson penned a play titled after the most famous stage direction in Shakespeare’s canon (from The Winter’s Tale, if you care). Her story focused on a woman in an abusive relationship with her husband, and how she was going to get back at him for the abuse.
Lauren’s script was one of the most solid I’ve ever heard. Not a single line, as near as I can tell, was wasted. Everything either developed a character or pushed the story forward. The technical decisions supported the script; the lighting was spot-on (see what I did there?) and the use of video and projectors, much maligned though they may be, worked within the confines of the script. There were no unnecessary scenes, no wasted time, and each scene flowed smoothly into the next. There wasn’t a moment where the story faltered. It was a really tight script.
Objectively speaking, it was a solid script.
And subjectively speaking, I loved it. EXIT, PURSUED BY A BEAR is easily one of the best plays I’ve seen in years. The acting was superb, and I truly believed Nan was upset at her husband’s actions, that Sweetheart was an actress and really, really good friend, and that Simon was the prima donna gay BFF that would do anything to help Nan get away from her husband. Rachel May’s direction was strong and took some daring risks that paid off handsomely.
But none of the above would have worked if the script hadn’t been so great. Or at the very least, it would have been way, way, way, waaaaay harder to pull off.
The Debate
The other day on Twitter I suggested that many plays get produced that shouldn’t be. As a writer, I think the script should be the strongest part of any production. There are many reasons why I think this, starting with the fact that the writer has the most time to develop his piece. I can take a year to write my script, if I want, reading it and editing it and tweaking it to make it perfect. I can run it by friends and colleagues for opinions. I can stage readings or workshops.
When an author submits a novel for publication, an editor has to read it. If the editor thinks it shows promise, they edit it and send it back. The author rewrites and submits again. So on and so forth, ad nauseum, until the editor is convinced that it’s good enough to go on to the next step. I don’t know exactly what the next step is, but I assume the chief editor (or some equivalent) has to approve it before it gets published.
Then, and only then, does a play reach publication. (We’ll conveniently ignore self-publication, which, I believe, is the source of many, many shitty novels.)
Note: People have reminded me that sometimes things get published or produced because of financial concerns, but we won’t consider those, because we’re talking about art, here, and art shouldn’t be produced to make money but rather to produce, you know, good art.
The Backbone
I don’t know about the rest of you, but when I go see a play, I can pretty easily tell what was an actor/director choice and what was a writer choice. If there are unnecessary scenes, then the script contained those scenes. If the show goes on too long, that’s in the script. (I’m fully aware that acting/scene changes/etc can influence show times, though more often I see directors actually cutting scenes because the script is too long, at which point I ask myself “Why do this script?”. But I digress…). If the story is bland and cliche (like Eddings’ “The Belgariad”), that’s in the script.
On the other hand, if the story is solid, the scenes all make sense together, and the show isn’t too short or too long, then that should be obvious to you. It is to me. Sure, an actor can flub lines or a director can misinterpret a script or stage a scene poorly, but that’s independent of a script. (Edit: A recent example of this is the HBO show Game of Thrones based on the book of the same name by George R.R. Martin. The book is excellent, and the script is essentially the dialog from the book. I mean that literally. However, the direction suffers from lack of understanding of the source material, as a few key scenes were flubbed, time was spent developing characters and symbolism that is irrelevant in the larger series, or giving backstory about characters that don’t matter in the first book (or the second, for that matter). Don’t get me wrong: the TV series is excellent, but it is excellent because of its amazing source material, not the directors or actors. But I digress…)
The script, then, should be the backbone, the bedrock of a production. It should be as tight and solid as possible before it goes before a paying audience. You wouldn’t build a house on a cracked foundation, would you? I didn’t think so.
All too often I go see shows having paid full price and expecting a well-made and well-thought out show, and I walk out wondering why they didn’t workshop it again, or why someone didn’t say “Hey, guys? This script is shit.” The acting might be great or it might be bad, the direction might be great or might be bad. I’m not talking about those, and I’m not talking about whether I liked it or not. As you should be able to tell from my Game of Thrones and Belgariad examples above, I’m perfectly able and willing to separate my likes and tastes from what works and what doesn’t work.
Clearly I believe that it’s possible to be objective about art, but I’m also perfectly on board with the fact that art is subjective. Another quick example: I think lettuce is absolutely disgusting. I can’t stand it. But I can look at a salad and say “That salad is well-composed, and all of the ingredients on that salad fit together in a coherent flavor profile. It works and is obviously successful as a dish.” Is it objectively well-composed? Sure. Is it subjectively delicious? Not to me.
Likewise with art, there are certain conventions and rules to which we all adhere to some extent, at which point we can step back and analyze a work of art and consider whether that art meets those criteria. If not, then we can pretty much collectively say “This isn’t working.” But did we like it? That’s entirely subjective and will vary from individual to individual.
The Conversation That Should Happen
And so I’m talking about scripts. Scripts that are written on a page, that are picked by people who have read them. People who should be able to say:
“Hey, you know, these scenes don’t work at all”
or
“I’ve seen this story a thousand times, and this script doesn’t bring anything new to the table”
or
“Everyone knows the story of the X, and this script doesn’t have a twist on it or make it any different”*
and having realized that, say “You know what? This script isn’t for us.”
*Note: the last critique is something I’ve actually, literally been told regarding one of my plays. What can I say? I thought it was neat, and it’s not. Thanks, Bob.
The End (for now)
There is absolutely no reason for a theatre to pick a mediocre script with obvious flaws. Theatre isn’t film. You can’t “fix it in post”. You do, however, have the power to pick a play that is solid from the get-go.
I’m somewhat willing to be flexible for a new script that hasn’t had a full production, but even so, given Lauren Gunderson’s EXIT, PURSUED BY A BEAR‘s world premiere and how solid it was (and that’s just one example of many I can think of), I really think we, as an industry, can do better.
I understand it’s difficult to find great plays, but even if you do find a mediocre script, you can always do workshops or staged readings or work with playwrights to improve them before mounting a full production. I’m not advocating against this at all — in fact, quite the opposite! I would love for more theatres to work with playwrights to get more solid productions running. What I’m tired of is being told I’m seeing a “full production” and then walking out disappointed.
Poor director choices? Fine. Poor acting? Fine. Technical difficulties with lights or sound? Fine. I understand a play is a very dynamic creature and that things simply go wrong. But the script should not be one of them.
See a script with some flaws in it? Talk to the playwright. Let the playwright work the flaws out. But don’t just produce it to “make it better”. That’s cheating the audience out of a good experience.
It’s just I don’t ever want to go see another play that winds up looking like a workshop, and then wonder why I paid so much for something that wasn’t the best it could be.
That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it. Thanks for reading my thoughts, and I hope if you have an opinion on the topic that you will leave a comment below. Enjoy.
The Thing about Feedback
March 6, 2011
Here’s the thing about opinions: everyone has one. If you ask a dozen people what they thought of something, you’re going to get a dozen different responses. When you’re seeking feedback, you need to keep this in mind.
More importantly, you need to think for yourself. Don’t just blindly accept whatever suggestions anyone else has for you, and don’t pander to your critics.
But if everyone is saying the same thing, or even if a majority is saying the same thing, then you owe it to yourself to stop, think, and examine their critique to see if there is some validity to it. Most people are nice at heart. They’ll sugarcoat things and hedge around the issue to avoid offending you, so when a bunch of them are saying the same thing, it’s probably true.
Seek opinions, seek criticism, seek feedback. Listen when it’s valid.
You’ll be a better person for it.
If you’re not on top of the world…
March 4, 2011
Note: I’m aware that I’m making some generalizations below, but this post is based on my own experiences and my observations on others’ experiences.
Meeting Amy
Last night, I met with the incredibly talented, smart, and funny (not to mention stunningly beautiful) Amy at Trader Vic’s in Atlanta. We “met”, if you will, via Twitter, that ever-more-awesome service that drives revolutions around the world and even in our own back yards. We first made our connection to each other through a hashtag of #2amt (based on the web at 2amtheatre.com). I won’t go into more detail about that, since that’s not the focus of my post.
What is important is that the two of us have participated in the same theatre conversations over the last year or so. Think about that: I’m in Atlanta and Amy is based in Virginia. And the two of us, having never met before, had already participated in dozens of conversations about theatre. That’s the power of social media right there — don’t let anyone tell you Twitter or Facebook is useless.
Naturally when we began talking over margaritas (hers) and soda (mine — I swear I wasn’t trying to take advantage of her), our conversation quickly turned to theatre. I could write an entire series of posts about the different topics we talked about, from the cultural attitude in Atlanta to the use of social media in theatre, but instead I’m going to focus on something more specific.
What we have here is a failure to communicate
At least a dozen times in the conversation, I said to Amy, “Scott Walters is absolutely right. Colleges aren’t preparing the students for the ‘real world’.” I’ve learned more about how theatre works from my 2AMTheatre conversations than I ever learned in any classroom. Sure, in college you learn plenty of useful skills, but colleges (at least in my experience) don’t adequately temper expectations or explain the realities of the industry.
They don’t teach you how hard it is to make money.
They don’t teach you how hard it is to raise money.
They don’t teach you about non-profit status and how to apply for it.
They don’t teach you about how to consider an audience when planning for a season.
They don’t teach you about the unemployment statistics in NYC.
They don’t teach you about how hard it is to get butts in the seats.
They don’t teach you how to collect a team of strong individuals that work well together, how to communicate effectively with both your team and the audience, how to find out what the needs of the community are when building a theatre plan, why being unique isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, and most importantly, they don’t teach you how to find these things out for yourself.
Professors teach you how to act, hang lights, build sets, and sew costumes. And all the while, whether implicitly or explicitly, they’re holding up Broadway as the Golden Standard. No professor ever said to me, “Brian, you would make a great artistic director. You should open your own theatre company, and here are some resources you should check out to help you out with that.” No professor ever said to me, “I went to my wife’s family’s house for Christmas, and none of them had ever been to a theatre. Their town doesn’t have one.” No professor ever said to me, “If I were you, I wouldn’t go to New York City. I’d go to Staunton, VA or Asheville, NC and form up with a theatre company there.”
And I think that’s a big, big travesty. Students leave undergraduate studies with a Degree in Knowing Everything There Is To Know About Theatre, and then they get into the real world, and suddenly… they’re lost. What’s this thing called rent and utilities? Why isn’t anyone coming to see my shows? How come when I get to NYC, I can’t get cast in anything? When I was in college, I always got a part… why am I auditioning alongside 300 other people right now?!
It’s daunting. It’s depressing. And it’s a disservice to our students.
Here’s just a few things every fine arts major should have to learn in college as part of getting the degree:
- Basic marketing skills (How can I get butts in the seats?)
- Basic psychology (How can I figure out what my audience needs and wants?)
- Basic finance (How can I raise money, spend responsibly, and keep my art viable?)
- Current events (What is the state of the industry? How much are people making doing what I do? How do these events impact my community, and what problems does that present?)
- And many, many more…
If I were to have gotten this information in college, I would have walked out maybe a little more cynical and a little less idealistic, but certainly with a more practical view of the world. I would be prepared to accept a day job to pay my rent while I pursue theatre in my free time. I would be prepared to not make any money. I would be prepared to work hard and not expect everything handed to me on a silver platter.
I would walk out of those doors fully prepared to do something nobody ever told me I would have to do: Plan B.
The best laid plans of mice and men…
I won’t name any names, but a few of my friends have these pieces of paper that say they’re experts in theatre. For some reason, they buy into it. They utterly, completely, absolutely, 100% buy into this piece of paper. And they think: I’m a theatre graduate. I can’t do anything but Theatre and be happy.
And they’d be wrong.
Let’s look at me. I have a degree in theatre. Nothing makes me happier than being involved in a theatrical endeavor (except perhaps sex), but does that mean that absolutely nothing else makes me happy? What a ridiculous question. Of course not.
I enjoy web development. I enjoy reading. I enjoy hanging out with people. I enjoy talking about politics, movies, and puppies. I enjoy traveling and eating. Every one of these things makes me happy, and if I could do any one of those things all day, every day, that would be fucking amazing.
And for the vast majority of experienced theatre practitioners in the country, this is true.
Let’s not kid ourselves, artists. When you get an education in fine arts, you’re not just being trained to be an actor, a light tech, a sound tech, or a playwright. You’re not just being trained to do specific things, you’re learning a wide variety of skills that translate into every job ever.
Seriously. I’m going to list just a handful of skills that I’ve gained over the years due to my theatre training and practice:
- Working under pressure and deadlines
- Working independently
- Working as a team
- Taking direction
- Accepting criticism
- Doing independent research
- Learning vast amounts of material in a very short period of time
- Speaking in front of large groups of people confidently
- Showing up on time on a regular basis
- Improvisation in the face of unexpected problems
I could go on and on and on. If you paid attention and actually worked as hard as most people I know have, then you have these skills and more.
And you are every employer’s wet dream.
I know computer scientists who are brilliant programmers, but they don’t work well on a team. I know engineers that can design air conditioning units in their sleep, but they crack under pressure of deadlines. I know managers who can run an entire department store with expert efficiency, but choke up when they speak to all of their employees at once.
You, artist, have a leg up on these people.
Ask any employer which they would rather have: an employee who is brilliant at what they do but can’t work on a team or take direction very well, or someone who is “merely” pretty good at what they do but CAN take direction and CAN work on a team.
They’ll pick the latter every time.
There is more to programming than just typing on a keyboard. There is more to public relations than simply writing press releases. There is more to being a detective than simply visiting crime scenes.
There is more to happiness, satisfaction and contentment than just theatre.
Don’t buy into any bullshit that because you have a piece of paper that declares you an expert in Theatre that that’s all you can do. Don’t buy into any bullshit that because you are a “stage manager” that you can’t also manage a team of programmers (hello, Marni Keenan). Don’t buy into any bullshit that because you are a “playwright” that you can’t become a graphic designer on the side (hello, David Loehr). Don’t buy into any bullshit that because you are a “director” that you can’t become a teacher (hello, Melissa Hillman).
And don’t buy into any bullshit that the ONLY thing that will make you happy is theatre. Because you are so much more than a stage manager, an actor, a lighting designer or a playwright. You are an entire human being with interests that stretch far and wide, and while theatre may make you happier than anything else, it is not the only thing that makes you happy (and if it is, maybe you need to see a doctor). You have skills in your chosen aspect of theatre that are imminently transferable to other disciplines, any number of which can be a sustainable, enjoyable career.
Take charge of your destiny, examine the skills that you have, and don’t let your professors, your neighbors, your society, or your pre-conceived notions dictate what you can and can’t do and what will or will not make you happy.
My final note is this: I work a day job. My day job pays my bills. My paid bills allow me to do theatre in the evenings and on the weekends. And that puts me on top of the world.
If you’re not on top of the world… why not?
Bucket List 2011
February 10, 2011
I started this tradition last year, and I loved how it really helped me focus during the year on smaller, attainable goals. I’m a month late this year, because I wanted to give myself some time to think about what my goals were going to be for the 2011 year. Without further ado, these are the things I want to accomplish over the next 11 months.
- Meet someone famous that I haven’t met before
- Visit a city to which I’ve never been
- Complete the P90X program
- Get a piano keyboard and learn to play
- Get a new guitar
- Try 10 foods I’ve never had before
- Audition for a play
- Launch three of my new personal website projects
- Meet at least 2 people from the #2amt Twitter group
- Go on a date
- Go on a second date
- Participate in and complete the NaNoWriMo Challenge in November
- Attend JordanCon and possibly DragonCon for at least a day each
- Tell my family (especially my grandmother) that I love them at least twice a month, but hopefully more often than that
- Visit at least one group of friends from out-of-state
- Get proficient in at least one other programming language (Ruby on Rails, Flash) and launch a web app using that technology
- Read at least 10 books I’ve never read before
- Read at least 5 non-fantasy/sci-fi books
As you can see, most of these are very attainable — they just involve getting out of my comfort zone (like eating 10 things I’ve never had before) and very few will cost much money. The most expensive item is probably a new guitar, since I’d want a quality guitar and not a cheap Wal-mart one.
Technically, I’ve already completed the “Visit a city to which I’ve never been” item, since I visited San Francisco in January. I’m willing to count that one as “DONE”, but I’m going to leave it open for now because I’d really like to visit somewhere else, too.
Wish me luck.










