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Fringe 2008

The premiere of my piece "Flinch" produced.


I was the poster child for this year's Fringe. I was totally unready that day for any photo taking!


"A temporary matter."

"These were the only candles I could find."
"Romantic."

"...Buying calenders for the next year when the next year was six months away."

"There were four generations of suicide."
"Who died?"
"His grandfather, his father, Hemingway, and his son."

"I must have died a billion times in this lifetime, Baby."

"I'm leaving."
"But I know you."

"His fingers were curled shut just like yours in the night."



Antonette Bracks as She, Ryan Marchand as He

Flinch
By Cindy Dinh
directed by Claire Rice

Stage Manager
Sarah M. Selig

Set Design
Directing Team, Julien Elstob

Light Designer
Julien Elstob

Assistant Lighting Designer
Tina Yeaton

Projection Design
Julien Elstob

Sound Designer
Justin Dodd

Set and Props Coordinator
Sandy Chan

Holy Smokes

Pineapple Express + reefer = some night

I am so baked right now, I'm laughing at myself.

11:11 we should definitely see what good things happen to us on this day. God, I love you. Today was perfect. You held me and I felt you love me. "Come with me to Israel next summer." "Why won't you let me spoil you; I wish I can spoil you." "God, you're so sexy and beautiful and smart and wonderful, I'm so lucky to have you." Oh my God, you love me so much. I wish I can always love like this. "We're perfect like this." Smoking, smiling. Planning picnics, zoos, museums, paintings, children, I love you I love you I love you. "Come with me to Viet Nam." - "I already told you that I will." - "Let's go to India." - "Let's just travel the world together... I have faith that you will be a successful playwright." - "What, you're making me make all the money?" - "I won't make as much money as you." Uh huh. Six months in, please make it one year, please make it five years, please make it twenty years, make it forever, I want us to love forever. That would be so beautiful and wonderful and maybe I'm just in love, but he makes me feel so happy. Or... being in love should be a big contribute, huh?

Wow the 400 yard free-style was such a close call. USA won the gold. That was awesome. The Chinese are so good at synchronized diving and gymnastics. I've also been watching the equestrian sports, basketball, the opening ceremonies. I love the Olympics. I won't be so lonely this week. But fuck, I've been blowing people off. I haven't replied to my mom, Linh, or my cousin May, who sounds like she might be in trouble. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm really wrapped up in my own world, I've stopped caring about people who aren't immediate in the vicinity of my mind. God, I suck.

All these stories about athletes is making me sentimental and tired.

Fruit Cups

Dole fruit cups are delicious. Whenever I open it, I fear that I'll spill it, so I just gulp the whole cup down as fast as I can, even when it's halfway empty and couldn't spill it unless I was an idiot about the thing. Because sometimes I am. Sometimes I wonder if I even need a spoon to eat it. Can I just tip my head back and let the little pieces of diced peaches water slide it down my throat? Spoons would become obsolete when it comes to the Dole fruit cup, if this is the case. All you need is the cup and your mouth. Rip that plastic sealer and tilt back, lips parting. Take it down, keep it down, fill yourself until there's nothing left. Just an empty container that once held Dole mixed fruit or diced peaches.

Love is watching someone die

So who's going to watch you die?

Once

Make love.

Set it on fire.

Break me all the way down - down upon my knees.

I am Bird Gehrl

Making sure she rises up again.

Because bird gehrls fly.

Hello, Daddy

I'm being restored. Very meticulously.

It's so marvelous, I can sing.

Trip to San Diego with Eudora

Magnificent creatures of metal roamed in the solid fog of Del Mar. Only within their lights do we see the boundaries in which we are to take.

There was devastation in this discontent - this gnawing dissatisfaction.

We always started in the spring. And by the summer, we fell apart.

"That is what the Monkey said." - Joanna Newsom

I sat in the movie theatre. In the dark she said,
"That is reason enough."
Its' importance in a relationship does not have to be ranked. That it affects the relationship - that is enough.

Watching her, I saw a woman I can become; all the hardships and all the independence that I can inherit - to suffer by, to love by a man.

Falling into the sublime is the new way to think.

I don't know why I write so close. Relating is significant.

Holding, fighting, embracing - the cycle never stops.

Love fiercely. This is the only love that you'll remember. The only kind that will last.

In the cold, he sidled into the seat of his Miada and placed his hands and head on the steering wheel. As he sobbed deep sighs, his breath came out in whiffs of smokey mist. Gripping, biting, pressing his forehead so hard on the worn leather, the pressure became pain endeared. After moments of stifled ache, he gulped down the blocks in his chest, slicked off the wetness of his lashes and cheeks, and placed the key in his ignition. In place of where his Miada was parked, traces of tears glistened.

For her, comprehension takes time - lots of time.
I can't believe I need a single person to write.

We have never lost the need to be engulfed by things other than our thoughts. They are ever-present, and ever-demanding. Thoughts, I mean.

"Still, we have got to pay the bills." - Joanna Newsom

The recognition is evading. Some bastard.

It feels like waste. But he says it's an investment. Whatever that means.

Beating, wanting, grabbing.

I constantly want in all sense of the word. I, consumer of emotions, fabrics, and delicacies, of flesh and the theatre and the sound of music - I am a wanting, ever-desiring person. I knew this when I was younger, but in my knowing shame, I had forgotten - forgotten that this is how I love.