Deliverance From the Rain on the Way to Boonesville

(If Only Daniel Were Here to Keep the Dogs Away!)

Miles Ridden Today - 95.21  Average Miles per Hour - 13.8

Today I rode to Booneville, KY and  started the day with my 13-year-old daughter Sarah as my riding companion.  We were loathe to leave our wonderful room in the Shaker Village outside of Harrodsburg but we knew we wanted to reach at least miles today to bring Sarah's total up to 240 miles ridden so far.  We figured today would be her last day to ride in Kentucky due to the reputation of the dogs in Eastern Kentucky.  We also knew we were riding for the Rain Boys and Girls today, the fifth grade boys and girls of Sunrise Day Camp.  We were also eager to get on the road and try to avoid getting rained on today. 

Yesterday we spent a wonderful day exploring the historical village, which was one of the first Shaker communities in Kentucky.  It has been painstakingly reconstructed and much of the work is still ongoing.  It was very inspiring to stay in buildings that were constructed over a hundred years ago.  The story of how the Shakers did all they did to glorify God is incredibly inspiring and really makes you think about the effort you put into your own work and efforts.  It certainly got me thnking about my ride today and how I truly had to give it my best effort.  If I didn't, I would be giving less than my all to the children of Sunrise and they deserve so much more from me.

The ride actually went incredibly well and Amy and the boys caught up with us after 20 miles and Sarah decided she wanted to go another five miles since the elevation chart showed there were no major climbs ahead.  And then we had another attack of the Bubba dogs.  We thought we were doing so well and we were only a mile away from her ending point when we had to slow down and make a left turn onto a rare non-numbered road.  As we slowed down two little yappy dogs and a big black agressive dog came running out of what we thought was an abandoned trailer on our left.  After her earlier experience Sarah was already afraid of this and as the big dog went after her she took off down the road.  The dog herded her into the oncoming lane and it was only by the grace of God that a car didn't come.  I fumbled out the pepper spray and sprinted to catch up and I finally got the dog's attention and told Sarah to get back on our side of the road.  The dog and I stared each other down and I then I let him have it.  Unfortunately, I didn't get him really well, just enough to make him wary.  I then rode down the road where Sarah had finally come to a stop.  She was scared and breathing heavily from her fear which made me even more angry.  I told her to get behind me and slowly rolled back towards the dog. 

Its obvious the lead dog has been sprayed before because every time I raised the spray he backed off.  One of the little yappy dogs wasn't as smart and got a little close so to keep Sarah safe I let him have a taste as well and he backed off.  Finally, Sarah headed up the hill and I held back daring the dogs to come after us but they seemed to have learned their lesson.  We then proceeded up the shaded, dark one lane road expecting to see more dogs any minute now as we could hear more dogs barking in the distance.  Sarah is totally freaked out now and she is exhausted from her sprint efforts.  It was at this point that Amy and the boys rode to the rescue.  They had missed the turn earlier and now caught up with us.  Sarah was more than ready to stop so we got her bike loaded up and got them on their way.  I still had about 70 miles to go so I headed up the dark, one lane road on my own to the sounds of dogs barking in the distance.  I really thought I would look to either side and see a scene out of the movie Deliverance, perhaps something like this;



But I lucked out in that there were no more dog issues, only pleasant riding.  Amy phoned me later to let me know there were plenty of places ahead to get water and sustenance so I would be seeing her again when we reached Booneville.

As I rode through Berea and other towns of the Kentucky highlands, I saw some of the beauty of this rural part of the country.  The rolling hills, the rivers, creeks and hollows.  And I got the chance to speak to more people about Sunrise Day Camp and the kids who attend.  Spreading the word and riding the best that I can, that is what this day was about.

I managed to stay rain free, but I rode for the Rain so I can only be excited about that.  And oddly enough, I found this song going through my head througout the day;


And we may not have set fire to the rain but I hope with what I did today I was able to help the Rain (and Thunder, Lightning, Acorns, Troopers, Land, Sea, and all of the campers of Sunrise) just a little.

I finally caught up with the family and we decided to head out to Beadyville to get some dinner.  We were searching for a place called The Purple Cow but it ended up that we ate dinner at a place called Manna which we picked because Sarah saw a cool old bike affixed to the facade of the building.  We met another Sara (no h) who waited on us and it turns out that she has battled cancer twice.  She is now three years since her last battle with cancer and so tomorrow I will ride for her as well as for the Boys and Girls of Land.  We all need to work together to help these brave fighters, no matter their age.

So friends, help me spread the word and encourage folks to donate to our Ride Across America to help the kdis of Sunrise!  And now, time to get some sleep - its a short but steep day tomorrow.

And the daily report;

FFR - 1 Turtles (I was too late), 4 possums,35 raccoons, 2 frogs, 1 cat, 6 UFO’s, 1 small brown bat
RRL - 1 cooler, 1 plastic bin top, 1 bag of dog food (maybe that's why the dogs are so hungry for cyclists!)

Stay well and I'll update more from the road!

For another perspective on our journey check out Amy's blog at http://www.crosscountrymama.blogspot.com//
To help us get the kids to Sunrise go to https://www.wizevents.com/register/register_add.php?sessid=1809&id=1056
Check out our website at http://www.connorsarmy.org/

Viewing the World through a Meisnerian Approach

Sanford Meisner (1905 - 1997)

Disclaimer:  Okay, so I know I said I was going to try to update this blog a bit more but life keeps getting in the way.  As of right now I have two other blog entries that are as of yet unfinished that I hope to finish in the next day or so and then I'll post those as well.  In the meantime, I really wanted to get this "Eureka" moment out to all (52) of my followers.  Of course, if you want to invite YOUR friends to follow that would be great!

And now on to our (ir)regularly scheduled blog:

For those of you who don't know, the gentleman in the photo above is Sanford Meisner one of the pioneers of American theatre. 

For Meisner, acting was about reproducing honest emotional human reactions. He felt the actor’s job was simply to prepare for an experiment that would take place on stage. The best acting, he believed, was made up of spontaneous responses to the actor’s immediate surroundings. Meisner explained that his approach was designed "to eliminate all intellectuality from the actor’s instrument and to make him a spontaneous responder to where he is, what is happening to him, what is being done to him."

The primary tool Meisner employed in preparing his students was spontaneous repetition. Among his many exercises was one in which two actors looked directly at each other and one would described a feature of the other. After this, the two actors would simply say the phrase back and forth. Because the phrases (such as, "You have soft eyes") came from a physical reality apparent to the actors, the statement retained meaning no matter how often they were repeated.

Another one of Meisner's tenets is that the foundation of acting is the reality of doing. So you may be asking yourself what exactly does that mean? The reality of doing means to actually do something not "pretend" you’re doing it. For example if you are suppose to be listening really listen not pretend to listen.  The point of the Meisner technique is to act TRUTHFULLY under imaginary circumstances. Note the word truthfully.

Meisner, of all the decendents of Stanislavski, was very focused on one of the most ignored elements of Stanislavski's system - Communion.  For Stanislavski, communion menat not only the communiction between scene partners, but between the actor and himself, and between the actor and the audience, although Meisner was most interested in it as it related to scene partners.  He realized that two actors could be in a scene, have created great characters, be playing great actions, be emotionally truthful and still fail the scene - what gives crackling energy and tension to a scene is the interaction between characters.

Okay, bear with me - it does all have to do with life, cycling and the bigger picture.

This past weekend I had the opportunity to perform in two separate productions in the space of three days.  One of them was the annual SHS dance concert in which Jessica Farina, Marisa Sanders and myself performed a pas de trois to Adele's "Someone Like You".  If you're not familiar with the song, it goes like this;



I would show you the video of us dancing but quite frankly, I hate to see myself dance.  Everyone who saw it enjoyed it but I fear that my technique ain't what it used to be (of course, not much of me is what it used to be but that's fodder for another blog).  Anyway, the story was pretty much that of the lyrics - a woman is singing about the man that used to be in her life but for whatever reason has moved on and married someone else.  The protagonist is talking about how she regrets not being with him and that she knows someone will come along and she's hoping it will be someone like him.  Pretty deep stuff for a singer/songwriter who is only 23 years old!

Despite all three of us feeling bleh about our technique it went as well as it did mainly becuase the connection we kept with each other.  I know that for myself I was acutely aware of where the other two dancer were on stage and what I had to do to adjust to partner them or to stay in unison with them.  Never mind that the only chance we had to rehearse together were stolen moments in the hall during third period, eighth period, or a few times at the end of Jessica's sixth period class.  We were able to support each other because of the connection we had developed in working on this piece.

Then we had the other performance I was involved with which was The Star Playhouse's Production of Oliver!  Unfortunately, I don't have any photos of me in the show since they were taken on opening night and I was tending to the closing night of The Laramie Project at SHS.   About the only thing I made it into was a publicity still;

(Yep, that's me in the back left tapping into my Irish roots - everyone said I made a great drunk!  I guess it was too much Strasberg training and all that sense memory work!)

But there are some great shots of the family in action.  This first is from "Food" and William and James are the little guys down front with Sarah being the third standing from left;

(Couldn't you just eat them up?)

And here they are again in "Consider Yourself"';

(Can you hear the people sing?)

And here is my lovely wife in one of her show stopping moments kicking up her heels in "Oom Pah Pah";

(I told you Gin NOT Beer!)

And finally in her heart wrenching performance of "As Long as He Needs Me";

(I could just stare at this one forever)

I would watch her every night from the wings so grateful that she was my wife, because quite frankly, I need her.  It truly was a joy to be able to watch my family perform from the on stage and wing view.  I had the chance to do that last year with Amy in A Chorus Line but it was so much fun to be able to watch the boys (and Sarah) perform in their first show from the wings - they were so good (and that's not just a proud daddy talking - they really are amazing on stage).

The only down side of the experience (aside from the long rehearsals and going over "Consider Yourself" about 200 times) was that I really didn't have a part in the show.  As a matter of fact, one of the women who I performed A Chorus Line with came to see the show (not knowing I was in it) and after the show she said, "you were in the show?" - ahh, that hurt.  However, I did learn something important in this show.  As someone who was not a role, I was left to my own devices to create a character and to create some sort of reason for being in the scene.  It was important for me to do this without resorting to the type of DelSartean tactics of my peers on stage.   I realized that I had to do exactly what I've been telling my students to do - create a connection on stage!  So, resorting back to Stanislavski's circles of attention, I kept trying to focus myself on expanding concentring rings around me to maintain contact and focus on everything around me starting with the closest environ and work my way outwards, sort of like this;

(The Serenity of Focus)

And I found that by focusing on what was around me and where I was supposed to be I was in the moment - and I was connected to my fellow actors.  Now granted, much to my chagrin I did allow myself to engage in a little theatrical tomfoolery!  When Dodger comes in and tells them that Oliver was snatched in Londonderry I usually would go off on a tangent about Lingonberries and how I loved them on pancakes, especially on the little flat ones with powdered sugar and you roll them up like my brother-in-law Per does.  Now remember we ARE supposed to be drunk and in a bar so I was also saying this in my best Jack Sparrow impersonation;

(Yes, but why is the rum gone?)

But when it was all said and done I realized that even when you're given no direction, its up to you as an artist to create that connection with your fellow actors and with the world you are creating on stage.  Without those connections you are adrift.

(WARNING!  ESOTERIC CONNECTION TO LIFE ALERT!)

And that's when I had my ephiphany that has continued to strike me through the course of this week.  Too much of the time I think many of us (okay, I know I do) go through life so focused on our our immediate needs that we forget to connect with those around us - we forget to have that communion that is so important.  We go through life "pretending" to have conversations but we're really focused on other things.  Instead of listening and responding to the information we're being given, we are already thinking about our "lines" and what we'll say when its our turn to speak.

I think this also goes for activitis and hobbies, don't pretend to do things - do them!  And that is why I now have a renewed purpose to make this cross country ride happen for the kids.  I think for too long I have liked the idea of it and hoped that somehow another "angel" like Smiles for Scott would come forward and offer to help us.  Well, I recently learned that the phrase "God helps those who help themselves" isn't really in the Bible but that doesn't mean that we shouldn't take the initiative and try to do the work on our own.  It may be that no more major "angels" come forth.  It may be that I have to go out and find a whole lot of little "angels" instead.  I know they're always watching so maybe I can get one with "training wings" (you have to forward to 7:33 to get the connection but it's really a great scene and the stadium scene always makes me cry);



The point being I have to stop "pretending" to plan this ride and actually get around to planning it.  I have the maps, I just need to get the fundraising done.  Its a long process but it means I have to get to writing more e-mails, letters, and make personal appeals to try and raise this last bit of fundage.

And on another note, a dear colleague of mine Jeff Rozran has recently been diagnosed with lung cancer.  He just found out today that it is now stage four but he is positive that he is going to beat it.  I've spent far too little time talking to Jeff.  Yes, we coment in the hall and he comes and sees the shows and gives great praise to the kids but I don't ask him enough about what is going on.  I only found out yesterday about his cancer when everyone else has known for weeks.  And its all because I get my blinders on and focus on my lines instead of really listening to what is happening around me.

So today I rode in honor of Jeff, never mind the fact that it was 92 degrees and incredibly humid.  I'll ride again tomorrow, even though its going to be hotter and more humid, because in comparison to all the pain Jeff is about to go through, it is nothing.  I will channel positive energy and strength to him with every pedal stroke I take - and I will really do it and not pretend.

Well, my vow is to now do my best to have a deeper communion with my family, my friends and with my mission to raise $50,000 for the kids of Sunrise Day Camp - and if some angels do want to help, I won't mind the divine intervention.

Stay well and I'll see you on the road.