President Obama today announced that he now supports same-sex marriage, reversing his longstanding opposition amid growing pressure from the Democratic base and even his own vice president.
By Jeff Walsh
Telly Leung is a force of nature.
In Godspell, now playing at the Circle in the Square Theater on Broadway (see review), Leung has turned his role into an opportunity to showcase what seems to be almost too many talents. He acts, sings, dances, does impressions, and even when people are coming in after intermission, he's at the piano playing riffs from A Chorus Line, Wicked, Rent, and others, before launching into an Elton Johnesque reprise of "Learn Your Lessons Well" from Act One to get act two started.
When I recently ran into Stephen Schwartz, the composer of Godspell and Wicked, he had nothing but praise for Leung.
"His performance has become sort of famous. He's unbelievable, and the nice thing is he gets to show, in this particular production, the range of talents that he has," Schwartz said. "People who have seen him do one thing or another before, but here he gets to sing beautifully, he gets to be really funny, he gets to do amazing imitations, he gets to play the piano, you see a real range of just how much this guy can do. He's extraordinary in the show."
For how long Leung has been on my radar, it's amazing I'm just seeing him now. I originally planned to see him in Godspell years ago, but then the production was delayed. I planned to see him in an early version of Lysistrata Jones in Dallas, but I got delayed in Vegas instead. When the Rent tour came through the Bay Area, he had left the tour already.
So, for a while, I figured there was clearly some conspiracy at work here and I just wasn't meant to see Leung onstage. But once I moved to New York City, and he's in a show eight times a week, the odds greatly shifted in my favor, so we recently sat down in his dressing room before show time to chat about Godspell and his amazing path to Broadway (sorry Gleeks, I totally blanked on him being a Warbler during the interview):
By Jeff Walsh
Godspell is an odd mix of things that seemingly shouldn't work together: a series of parables from the Gospel of Matthew, amazing songs by Stephen Schwartz, and a lot of freedom in between on how to present both.
But somehow, the spare book, beautiful music, and lack of structure all combine to make something bigger than the sum of its parts. In its current Broadway incarnation, Godspell is a high-energy experience that barely lets you catch your breath.
Before I saw the show, in December, an elderly woman at the Patti Lupone/Mandy Patinkin show was giving me the rundown on all the new Broadway shows. When she came to Godspell, her demeanor changed and she clutched her chest, like even remembering the manic energy was exhausting her: "They keep running around, trying to make us have fun."

Fuck fuck fuckity fuck I wish I'd just be seen by my Mother so I wouldn't have to hide this anymore. I don't want to be discovered but it beats the sneaking around.

Its has just gone three in the afternoon and Im still stuck under the covers of my bed. I did this mostly yesterday too. Its like I am having repetitive hangovers. Except for the fact I have never been drunk or had a hangover before, so that does not compensate. I don't really know whats wrong with me. I know its laziness, but I cant help but feel that there is something deeper going on. After again watching about 5 episodes of SATC, i came to realise one of the reasons on why i am so addicted.

http://www.facebook.com/VeteransAgainstOccupyWallStreet?ref=ts
Hehe, my brother and a few of his friends posted on this thing this guy said complaining about gay marriage, and in response they flipped out, and as my brother is currently in Scotland, studying abroad, they blocked the whole United Kingdom.

medicinals (n, plural) :
my reaching for the wounds,
only to find them quite gone.
mg (unit) :
in regards to medicinals,
too much is often too little.
Drowning in the truth of my own existence,
Like an ocean wave rolling in yet very distant.
Trying to put all the pieces of my life together,
Thoughts cascading like a wind driven feather,
Weary of eluding this life's emotional tyranny,
Unsettled by the endless political hypocrisies,
I retreat behind the walls of my own choosing, my thoughts, my dreams continue moving.
Like a strong wind filtering through the forest,
Cleansing the air and my mind of negative unrest,
I cannot change what cannot be changed, so true.
Earlier this week my Mom came home from New York City to be my Grandpa in his final days, and it's the first time I've seen her in since I was a little kid.
I was over at my grandparents when she arrived, and I was snuggling with my Grandpa on the couch listening to him talk about his days in Vietnam when she just walked into the room, I didn't even hear her pull into the driveway. It turned out she parked in the street, later on I found out why.

new poem: http://tycoondasher.deviantart.com/#/d5038vx
about the poem that, i nearly relapsed back into cutting for almost no reason too, thank god i didn't though, SO CLOSE too i could have completely failed too, i then remembered so many people's help like Inspired-Creativity on dA and Rainbow and Matt in reality were very helpful too, hell Oasis was awesome too.
the poem helped too, poetry helps alot with this.
on to a unrelated topic, i have got a perfect idea for my story, but you'll just have to wait for that.