thparkaly said: Just bought meself an iPad. Planning on using it for the student-run production I'm producing and some concert work. Any essential things you think I should get on it? :)



Welcome to the technology side of stage management!

I’ve done a couple of posts about this, you can find the most recent one here. There is a link to the original one within that post.

There has also been a post floating around with the 10 best free apps for SMs… if I can find it I’ll go back into this post and include the link.

I find that, as a stage manager, technology comes with a bit of a learning curve in the rehearsal process. Use it as you see fit and have fun! It’s exciting to try new things. 

Man, all the best SM apps are for iOS. :(

I wish developers would make some good Android ones too.



"He holds dual US and French citizenship. He seems to understand philanthropy better than other Frenchmen."

Someone in our office is le hater. :D

When a Stage Manager Makes a Mistake


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"If anyone slaps you on the right cheek, turn to them the other cheek also"

Matt 5:39

This specifically refers to a hand striking the side of a person’s face, tells quite a different story when placed in it’s proper historical context. In Jesus’s time, striking someone of a lower class ( a servant) with the back of the hand was used to assert authority and dominance. If the persecuted person “turned the other cheek,” the discipliner was faced with a dilemma. The left hand was used for unclean purposes, so a back-hand strike on the opposite cheek would not be performed. Another alternative would be a slap with the open hand as a challenge or to punch the person, but this was seen as a statement of equality. Thus, by turning the other cheek the persecuted was in effect putting an end to the behavior or if the slapping continued the person would lawfully be deemed equal and have to be released as a servant/slave.   

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THAT makes a lot more sense, now, thank you. 

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I can attest to the original poster’s comments. A few years back I took an intensive seminar on faith-based progressive activism, and we spent an entire unit discussing how many of Jesus’ instructions and stories were performative protests designed to shed light on and ridicule the oppressions of that time period as a way to emphasize the absurdity of the social hierarchy and give people the will and motivation to make changes for a more free and equal society.

For example, the next verse (Matthew 5:40) states “And if anyone wants to sue you and take your shirt, hand over your coat as well.” In that time period, men traditionally wore a shirt and a coat-like garment as their daily wear. To sue someone for their shirt was to put them in their place - suing was generally only performed to take care of outstanding debts, and to be sued for one’s shirt meant that the person was so destitute the only valuable thing they could repay with was their own clothing. However, many cultures at that time (including Hebrew peoples) had prohibitions bordering on taboo against public nudity, so for a sued man to surrender both his shirt and his coat was to turn the system on its head and symbolically state, in a very public forum, that “I have no money with which to repay this person, but they are so insistent on taking advantage of my poverty that I am leaving this hearing buck-ass naked. His greed is the cause of a shameful public spectacle.”

All of a sudden an action of power (suing someone for their shirt) becomes a powerful symbol of subversion and mockery, as the suing patron either accepts the coat (and therefore full responsibility as the cause of the other man’s shameful display) or desperately chases the protester around trying to return his clothes to him, making a fool of himself in front of his peers and the entire gathered community.

Additionally, the next verse (Matthew 5:41; “If anyone forces you to go one mile, go with them two miles.”) was a big middle finger to the Romans who had taken over Judea and were not seen as legitimate authority by the majority of the population there. Roman law stated that a centurion on the march could require a Jew (and possibly other civilians as well, although I don’t remember explicitly) to carry his pack at any time and for any reason for one mile along the road (and because of the importance of the Roman highway system in maintaining rule over the expansive empire, the roads tended to be very well ordered and marked), however hecould not require any service beyond the next mile marker. For a Jewish civilian to carry a centurion’s pack for an entire second mile was a way to subvert the authority of the occupying forces. If the civilian wouldn’t give the pack back at the end of the first mile, the centurion would either have to forcibly take it back or report the civilian to his commanding officer (both of which would result in discipline being taken against the soldier for breaking Roman law) or wait until the civilian volunteered to return the pack, giving the Judean native implicit power over the occupying Roman and completely subverting the power structure of the Empire. Can you imagine how demoralizing that must have been for the highly ordered Roman armies that patrolled the region?

Jesus was a pacifist, but his teachings were in no way passive. There’s a reason he was practically considered a terrorist by the reigning powers, and it wasn’t because he healed the sick and fed the hungry.

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Malcolm Tucker, the 12th Doctor

They probably had to do twice as many takes as usual because he kept lapsing into profanity-laden tirades.

"I can’t answer for juice and puppies. How about bourbon and turtles?"

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On Hypnagogic Hallucinations and Parasomnias


My brain is weird.

Well, my brain is weird a LOT of the time, but in particular it’s weird when I’m falling asleep. Mostly in the sense that I will sometimes hallucinate like whoa.

It’s not the same as dreaming. But let me explain:

As you probably know, sleep is divided into stages. The main ones are “REM sleep” and “non-REM sleep”, but non-REM sleep is further divided into stage 1, stage 2, and stage 3. Each stage has some unique biological markers that you can usually measure with an EEG or other kind of monitor. Stage 3, the deepest kind of non-REM sleep (also known as slow-wave sleep), is the stage where the craziest stuff tends to occur.

Ever experienced sleep paralysis? Stage 3. Sleepwalking? Stage 3. Night terrors? Stage 3! These are all known as “parasomnias”, which pretty much means “weird sleep stuff”.

While I’m defining terms, another relevant one is “hypnagogia”, which describes the transition from being awake to being asleep. It’s twin, “hypnopompia”, is the opposite: the transition from being asleep to being awake.

What makes my brain weird is that sometimes, when I’m falling asleep, I will see things in my room that are not really there.

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I created these posters for Accidental Shakespeare's upcoming production of Macbeth, and I’m pretty proud of them. Because it’s set in 2002, I tried to make them look like those crazy iPod silhouette ads (though technically, those came out in 2003…)

It would be really incredibly amazing if you could support our IndieGogo campaign!

For the Mustard Seeds. August 11, 2014.

So what do you do?

I know a friend’s departed mother just as well as a famous clown. Or Charlemagne, for that matter. Or Jesus of Nazareth. Just in pictures and stories. Nobody really knows all that many people, when you think about it.

So what do you do?

What’s the appropriate amount of grief? They saw him eating doughnuts. She liked flowers. What humanizes us, makes us human. Makes us mortal. Takes us all, in the end.

In the end, nobody really goes by their own hand. There are sicknesses everywhere. Maybe in your body. In your mind. In the minds of others. In the bodies of others. In the hands of police in Missouri.

So what do you do?

What did you do? Was it pills? the knife? the gun? Was it the rope? the needle? I could list more. I did list more, once. There are wards without doorknobs, showerheads, shoelaces. Wards where you play physics games.

So what do you do?

What do you do knowing that it’s no use counting the good days when all it takes is one really bad day? What do you do, alone in a room, with the voice mails and the useless referrals? What do you do, when it’s just lies and lies; you know it’s lies but what can you do?

What do you do knowing that the right lie is out there, waiting for the right moment to force your hand?

So what do you do?

Each new day isn’t a gift. It’s the prize that you steal, the prey that you trap, the enemy you defeat. It must be grasped and tied down and devoured. It’s the only way to do it.

So what do you do?

You do what you must. You do what you have to. You do as much as you can, for as long as you can.