Showing posts with label Kevin Tobias Johnston. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kevin Tobias Johnston. Show all posts
Monday, January 30, 2012
Friday, January 6, 2012
Small Parts - Episode 6
It's the New Year and Kevin and his team are back with Episode 6 of Small Parts. Enjoy!
I
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Small Parts - Episode 5
The last episode of the year. Hopefully I'll remember to post when they come back in January. Also like their page on Facebook. This is the link.
-R
Small Parts - Episode 4
Brynne does usually carry firearm. I just don't know where she conceals it. This episode didn't offer me the answer that I had hoped for...
-R
Small Parts - Episode 3
I've have been really bad at keeping this thing updated. It just occurred to me that there are three episodes of Kevin's Web series that have yet to be shared. Get ready to lose thirty minutes of your day. Here's Episode 3.
-R
Monday, November 28, 2011
Small Parts - Episode 2
Also, for those of you that may have enjoy there first episode of Kevin's web series, I give you for your viewing delight episode two... which oddly enough features a shout out to his (at the time) future professor Kristin Linklater.
-R
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Small Parts - Episode 1
Hello there!
I know that I said that we'd be gone for a little bit of a holiday break, but this is too good to not share. This past Friday, Kevin Tobias' web series that he's been diligently been editing away finally debuted. Below is the first of ten episodes from Small Parts. Enjoy.
I know that I said that we'd be gone for a little bit of a holiday break, but this is too good to not share. This past Friday, Kevin Tobias' web series that he's been diligently been editing away finally debuted. Below is the first of ten episodes from Small Parts. Enjoy.
-R
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Meet The Fourteen - Kevin Tobias Johnston
Have you met Kevin?
If you haven't, I'm sure you've seen him on stage playing everybody's little brother...
That's not true, and I'm sure that I'm going to get a slap for that tomorrow. Kevin hails from the sunny shores of Huntington Beach, California and was a classmate of mine at Cal State Fullerton. I couldn't be more excited to share this adventure with him; a fact that I try to communicate to him daily. I don't think I have enough words in my mental lexicon to fully express how much I love this man. I think you're going to love him too. Oh hell! You probably already know him and have rented out the pool house of your heart to him in hopes that he might wander into your kitchen during breakfast to say hello. I'll stop gushing and allow him to introduce himself to you, but after you're done with the video, make sure to come right back here for more gushing. It'll happen, trust me.
I promised you more gushing, didn't I? Wel, I could go on and on and on, and I will, just not in a public forum. I'm pretty sure our love is still illegal in forty-three states... maybe not truly, but, well you know!
He's like a tiny JFK.
-Nix
If you haven't, I'm sure you've seen him on stage playing everybody's little brother...
That's not true, and I'm sure that I'm going to get a slap for that tomorrow. Kevin hails from the sunny shores of Huntington Beach, California and was a classmate of mine at Cal State Fullerton. I couldn't be more excited to share this adventure with him; a fact that I try to communicate to him daily. I don't think I have enough words in my mental lexicon to fully express how much I love this man. I think you're going to love him too. Oh hell! You probably already know him and have rented out the pool house of your heart to him in hopes that he might wander into your kitchen during breakfast to say hello. I'll stop gushing and allow him to introduce himself to you, but after you're done with the video, make sure to come right back here for more gushing. It'll happen, trust me.
I promised you more gushing, didn't I? Wel, I could go on and on and on, and I will, just not in a public forum. I'm pretty sure our love is still illegal in forty-three states... maybe not truly, but, well you know!
He's like a tiny JFK.
-Nix
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| and Bro-bias! |
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Gardening.
Yesterday, we had the opportunity for a little development outside of our prescribed curriculum. Thanks to the efforts of Mr. Andy Talen, we were able to begin the first of three special Alexander classes instructed by Nina D'Abbracci from the Linklater Center. I've never experienced Alexander training before. At CSUF, we sort of dabbled in a few different techniques, but straying from Fitzmaurice was akin to sin. I was really amazed at the simplicity of the beginning exercises and the immense reward delivered in freedom and ease of movement. I'm really excited to continue next Saturday, and see what else is in store for us.
I was able to post the first of the Meet The Fourteen interviews yesterday. From what I can tell, between impressions from Blogspot and YouTube, you seem to like it. I'll be interviewing Daniela Mastropietro, (and if I'm very lucky, Mr. Kevin Tobias Johnston) tomorrow. The interview with Daniela should be up for your viewing pleasure tomorrow.
I realized this weekend that "the groove" has finally been achieved. I didn't feel that the transition back into school full-time was a difficult one, but I'm realizing that I've hit a good stride wherein I can really start planting the seeds of some extra-curricular projects that I've been wanting to work on. I've sent out some feelers to get some stories from some of the class for a music and story-telling (I'm dreading the use of the word cabaret) evening that I'm hoping to develop the "script" for over the next few weeks. If I can just make time this week to get down to NYU, I think I might be able to get the ball rolling on a charity fundraiser that's been kicking around my brain since the dayI got my acceptance call. The excitement inside me is really buzzing right now. The world is full of possibilities.
Sunday is always a great day to take care of all of the odds and ends that get glossed over during the week (laundry and cleaning, anyone?). It's a bit like plucking up all of the weeds that come in while you're not paying attention, today is no different, UNLESS you count the fact that I got an opportunity to finally get down to the most recently opened BareBurger around the corner for brunch with fellow my fellow Titans, Jessica Kausen; Carly Menkin; and Graham Forden. I hadn't seen Graham in a few weeks, butI think that at the surprise of seeing him walk through my front door this morning, I embraced him so hard that I almost broke him. Getting a chance to catch up with some old, wonderful friends and just stroll through the neighborhood on a crisp Autumn afternoon was a sweet rejuvenation for the soul.
Since I've been out of California, I've found myself missing having a yard, a garden, a patio, anything where I can grow something. There's something really zen about caring for plants; tending to them; letting them speak to you and tell you their needs; helping them grow. I suppose that my loose analogy of personal cultivation got me thinking about that again and I felt I should share that. But even though I'm not physically growing anything right now, I'm anticipating sharing with you some of these artistic projects again when the sprigs begin to poke through the surface of their fallow soil.
Now the gardener is the one who has seen everything ruined so many time
that (even as his pain increases with each loss) he comprehends - truly
knows - that where there was a garden once, it can be again, or where
there never was, there can yet be a garden."
- Henry Mitchell
Splish, splash. Splish, splash. I'm my own best gardener!
- Nix
I was able to post the first of the Meet The Fourteen interviews yesterday. From what I can tell, between impressions from Blogspot and YouTube, you seem to like it. I'll be interviewing Daniela Mastropietro, (and if I'm very lucky, Mr. Kevin Tobias Johnston) tomorrow. The interview with Daniela should be up for your viewing pleasure tomorrow.
I realized this weekend that "the groove" has finally been achieved. I didn't feel that the transition back into school full-time was a difficult one, but I'm realizing that I've hit a good stride wherein I can really start planting the seeds of some extra-curricular projects that I've been wanting to work on. I've sent out some feelers to get some stories from some of the class for a music and story-telling (I'm dreading the use of the word cabaret) evening that I'm hoping to develop the "script" for over the next few weeks. If I can just make time this week to get down to NYU, I think I might be able to get the ball rolling on a charity fundraiser that's been kicking around my brain since the dayI got my acceptance call. The excitement inside me is really buzzing right now. The world is full of possibilities.
Sunday is always a great day to take care of all of the odds and ends that get glossed over during the week (laundry and cleaning, anyone?). It's a bit like plucking up all of the weeds that come in while you're not paying attention, today is no different, UNLESS you count the fact that I got an opportunity to finally get down to the most recently opened BareBurger around the corner for brunch with fellow my fellow Titans, Jessica Kausen; Carly Menkin; and Graham Forden. I hadn't seen Graham in a few weeks, butI think that at the surprise of seeing him walk through my front door this morning, I embraced him so hard that I almost broke him. Getting a chance to catch up with some old, wonderful friends and just stroll through the neighborhood on a crisp Autumn afternoon was a sweet rejuvenation for the soul.
Since I've been out of California, I've found myself missing having a yard, a garden, a patio, anything where I can grow something. There's something really zen about caring for plants; tending to them; letting them speak to you and tell you their needs; helping them grow. I suppose that my loose analogy of personal cultivation got me thinking about that again and I felt I should share that. But even though I'm not physically growing anything right now, I'm anticipating sharing with you some of these artistic projects again when the sprigs begin to poke through the surface of their fallow soil.
Now the gardener is the one who has seen everything ruined so many time
that (even as his pain increases with each loss) he comprehends - truly
knows - that where there was a garden once, it can be again, or where
there never was, there can yet be a garden."
- Henry Mitchell
Splish, splash. Splish, splash. I'm my own best gardener!
- Nix
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Brostoevski does the Fool.
"Every action is a preparation for another action."
- Livia Vanaver
Tuesdays are easily becoming my favorite day of the week. Today only helps to solidify that fact. Tuesday is generally a strictly physical day. Gym in the morning; Stage Combat at 10:00a; Dance at 2:00p. I sweat all day long. Tuesday has become a day of physical cleansing; any flotsam that might be floating around the body is purged from the hold and the feeling is something spectacular.
We performed our first fight in class today. Something definitely caught my attention today: even though every pair of people has the exact same list of moves to perform in the exact same order, the story of these scuffles is vastly different from group to group. It goes to show you that it's the moments that happen in between major calamities are the ones can be really telling of who a person is, or what something is all about.
I shared this with Phillip earlier during the break. It comes from John Carpenter's "They Live". We were supposed to watch a fight scene from a film and report back on it. I happen to be a firm believer that this is one of the most satisfying fights in all of cinema. If you have six minutes and you haven't seen it before (or even if you haven't seen it recently) check it out. It's staggeringly wondrous.
Dance is always a three-hour block of great release. The quote at the top of the page is from Livia, our instructor, who is so full of life and compassion and excitement. We cheer each other on in her class. Here, you can truly also get a look into the minds and souls of the people you watch because it really is unadulterated liberation. Kevin and I are seriously talking about taking up ballet because of it. And it's something that I've never really actually considered... but back to the quote above, it's so applicable to everything in life. I am here; I'm going there, but I can't go there until I'm done here; after I go there, I can continue on further. You may be thinking to yourself, "Yeah, dude. That's causality. Your ex-sciencey ass should know about it."
But how often do we really stop to consider where we are? Once... maybe eight times a day? Truly stop to consider where you are right now. Take it in. Is it hot? What's around you? How did you get here to this computer screen? How do you feel about it? How do you feel? Where are you going after this? I know in my advancing years that I have come to take many of these things for granted, the moments that happen in between the major occurrences of the day, but Tuesdays are becoming a day where I can truly appreciate a good majority of these moments, even the frustrating ones... and especially the ones where Phillip and I grind the hell out of the gym. It's Bro-bonding at it's finest. Respect.
It may have occurred to you, if you've been keeping up to date on posts, that a recurring theme has been one of introspection and analysis of the self: specifically myself. There has been several moments where I have questioned a lot of my choices in my inter-relationships with some of my new class-mates and whether or not they really get me and if it's worth keeping up some of the tom-foolery that I get up to. It's an escutcheon for stress and a great way for me to deflect from frustration. This I know, yet I realize here, now, that no matter if it's been "working" or not; no matter if there's been anyone that I may have turned off; no matter what has happened in these four (immensely long) short weeks, there is always something to improve. Often times there are many things to improve, but every action is a preparation for another action. All of what's happened prior to now does not matter. Not in this moment, because I'm here... and I'm thrilled and contented... and I know where I'm going.
"The cleverest of all, in my opinion, is the man who calls himself a fool at least once a month."
- Fyodor Dostoevski
Doo Zee Fool!
-R
- Livia Vanaver
Tuesdays are easily becoming my favorite day of the week. Today only helps to solidify that fact. Tuesday is generally a strictly physical day. Gym in the morning; Stage Combat at 10:00a; Dance at 2:00p. I sweat all day long. Tuesday has become a day of physical cleansing; any flotsam that might be floating around the body is purged from the hold and the feeling is something spectacular.
We performed our first fight in class today. Something definitely caught my attention today: even though every pair of people has the exact same list of moves to perform in the exact same order, the story of these scuffles is vastly different from group to group. It goes to show you that it's the moments that happen in between major calamities are the ones can be really telling of who a person is, or what something is all about.
I shared this with Phillip earlier during the break. It comes from John Carpenter's "They Live". We were supposed to watch a fight scene from a film and report back on it. I happen to be a firm believer that this is one of the most satisfying fights in all of cinema. If you have six minutes and you haven't seen it before (or even if you haven't seen it recently) check it out. It's staggeringly wondrous.
Dance is always a three-hour block of great release. The quote at the top of the page is from Livia, our instructor, who is so full of life and compassion and excitement. We cheer each other on in her class. Here, you can truly also get a look into the minds and souls of the people you watch because it really is unadulterated liberation. Kevin and I are seriously talking about taking up ballet because of it. And it's something that I've never really actually considered... but back to the quote above, it's so applicable to everything in life. I am here; I'm going there, but I can't go there until I'm done here; after I go there, I can continue on further. You may be thinking to yourself, "Yeah, dude. That's causality. Your ex-sciencey ass should know about it."
But how often do we really stop to consider where we are? Once... maybe eight times a day? Truly stop to consider where you are right now. Take it in. Is it hot? What's around you? How did you get here to this computer screen? How do you feel about it? How do you feel? Where are you going after this? I know in my advancing years that I have come to take many of these things for granted, the moments that happen in between the major occurrences of the day, but Tuesdays are becoming a day where I can truly appreciate a good majority of these moments, even the frustrating ones... and especially the ones where Phillip and I grind the hell out of the gym. It's Bro-bonding at it's finest. Respect.
It may have occurred to you, if you've been keeping up to date on posts, that a recurring theme has been one of introspection and analysis of the self: specifically myself. There has been several moments where I have questioned a lot of my choices in my inter-relationships with some of my new class-mates and whether or not they really get me and if it's worth keeping up some of the tom-foolery that I get up to. It's an escutcheon for stress and a great way for me to deflect from frustration. This I know, yet I realize here, now, that no matter if it's been "working" or not; no matter if there's been anyone that I may have turned off; no matter what has happened in these four (immensely long) short weeks, there is always something to improve. Often times there are many things to improve, but every action is a preparation for another action. All of what's happened prior to now does not matter. Not in this moment, because I'm here... and I'm thrilled and contented... and I know where I'm going.
"The cleverest of all, in my opinion, is the man who calls himself a fool at least once a month."
- Fyodor Dostoevski
Doo Zee Fool!
-R
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