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Confessions of a young Playwright: August 2011
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Sunday, 28 August 2011. And so it was. Well here we go. On July 28th I set myself the challenge of writing in my blog every day for the next month. It is now August 28th and, excepting a couple of slip-ups, by and large I met the challenge. It's nice to mostly keep a promise you made yourself. Even a small promise. It makes you wonder what else you can do. Posted by Miss Pearson. Saturday, 27 August 2011. Posted by Miss Pearson. Friday, 26 August 2011. Live Art Speed Date. The Eternally Youthful Man.
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Confessions of a young Playwright: October 2010
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Wednesday, 13 October 2010. Music's Been Ruined By Dating 10 Step Handbook. This is long overdue. Ever wanted to reclaim the music that was ruined by your string of failed relationships? Are you avoiding your favourite Prince album like it was the plague because it reminds you of the time he told you he cheated on with a girl who wore a raspberry beret? Does everything on your playlist, even if it’s not supposed to, scream “Heartbreak”? Listen to “your song” without batting an eyelid! Put down dates for ...
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Confessions of a young Playwright: It Was
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Friday, 23 December 2011. 8220;It was a year that answered some questions, but asked so many more.” New Years resolutions had to start somewhow, and Alice wanted hers to start “bombastically.”. Alice took another bite, smiled and nodded. Her mother knew the chicken was good. It was the rock star of the dinner table for goodness sakes. He doesn’t smile beatifically from on high at the gentle hopes and wishes of his favourite creation? He – I mean –surely he doesn’t chuckle! Or listen to our jokes? With a ...
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Confessions of a young Playwright: June 2011
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Friday, 10 June 2011. User: I'm feeling philosophical today, Cleverbot. Cleverbot: What are you nostalgic about? User: I'm not feeling nostalgic, necessarily. In fact, I'm interested in the future. Cleverbot: That is a complex thought. User: What do you think about the future, Cleverbot? Cleverbot: The future is going to be ruled by AI's. User: Who will be controlling them? Cleverbot: I don't believe there will be a second coming. Cleverbot: If you must, but that is very insulting to me. User: I think it...
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Confessions of a young Playwright: May 2011
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Sunday, 22 May 2011. Let's lighten the mood for a moment, shall we? Although I think this is absolutely amazing, when I showed this video to my 2 year old nephew he started screaming "No! Did you know that Madagascar was an eco-system that had evolved without predators? So there were all sorts of crazy huge awesome herbivores? And that before man arrived there were lemurs as big as Gorillas! And huge flightless birds? It's nice to be back blog-o. Let's do this more often, shall we? Posted by Miss Pearson.
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Confessions of a young Playwright: Hoarding Your Past Self
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Wednesday, 14 September 2011. Hoarding Your Past Self. Coming up to my final performance of "Like You Were Before" in the UK until 2015 (I can't believe I just wrote that down. I guess now I've committed to it) on Friday, I have been thinking about our past selves. All the baggage, layers upon layers of ourselves that we deal with (and in my case, memorise then perform.). Also Watching "personal organisers" grapple with somebody who has a psychological condition. I mean oh my gawd. Really? It's filled wi...
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Confessions of a young Playwright: January 2011
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Wednesday, 26 January 2011. Like so many Jane Austen characters before me. This weekend I will be visiting Bath to perform "Like You Were Before". This is the first date on a tour of the show I'm doing over the next few months in the UK. Watch this space for the super exciting other dates - I will let y'all know as soon as they are confirmed. The Guardian had some very kind words to say about how you should come see it in Bath - click here to be convinced. Posted by Miss Pearson. Saturday, 15 January 2011.
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Confessions of a young Playwright: September 2011
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Wednesday, 14 September 2011. Hoarding Your Past Self. Coming up to my final performance of "Like You Were Before" in the UK until 2015 (I can't believe I just wrote that down. I guess now I've committed to it) on Friday, I have been thinking about our past selves. All the baggage, layers upon layers of ourselves that we deal with (and in my case, memorise then perform.). Also Watching "personal organisers" grapple with somebody who has a psychological condition. I mean oh my gawd. Really? It's filled wi...
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Confessions of a young Playwright: August 2010
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Tuesday, 31 August 2010. Edinburgh and everything after. Oh wow. Did I really just reference a Counting Crows album that I mostly try to either pretend I didn't like or forget I did like in the title to this blog posting? Why yes, I certainly did, ladies and germs! There's a little bit of music shame in all of us, and sometimes we're not even sure why. Guilty pleasures were pleasing, after all. Hence, the name.). It was a good year for big ideas. My favourite kind. Posted by Miss Pearson.
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Confessions of a young Playwright: November 2011
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Friday, 4 November 2011. Talking to a star. But how could you move. Again if you wasn't sure. Well it wasn't time but. I had to trust something. What did you trust. A star - do i tell you. Well one night i was talking to a star. And just when i ended. Because a star fell. A few minutes later. So two stars fall. And two stars fell. Not because you was. So why are you moving. Because a star fell. And a few minutes later. The sky and fell. Posted by Miss Pearson. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Talking to a star.
