The upcoming end of boom’s run has caused me to think about the eventual end of many things I enjoy. The Harry Potter saga… my early twenties… the slow and eventual death of my car… phones with keypads… and time with David and Holly (my wonderful partners in post-apocalyptic crime). And, now that I’m thinking about it the potential end of the human race… 2012 anyone? Whether or not we are on the brink of human disintegration, I’ve contemplated what I would bring with me. You know, in the advent that I am warned by some reptile or crop circle. I also came to the conclusion that me, Emily, would bring very different things than Jo (the character I play).
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Emily’s Checklist
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Jo’s Checklist |
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Food item |
Peanut Butter |
Bourbon |
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Animal |
Willow (my puppy) |
Dorothy (duh.) |
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Music |
The complete works of John Denver and Amy Winehouse |
The complete works of Broken Bells and Avril Lavigne |
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Movie |
Good Will Hunting |
The Exorcist |
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Book |
Sunset Song and Everything is Illuminated |
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius and The Unbearable Lightness of Being |
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Other Entertainment |
A stack of notebooks and pens |
A stack of notebooks and pens (hey maybe not so different) |
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Edible plant seeds |
Bells peppers and cucumbers |
Asparagus and carrots |
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Footwear |
Chacos |
Chucks |
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Elemental Protection |
A snuggie and a life jacket |
Knee pads and Excedrin Migraine |
Although, really, I’d probably bring both of these lists. As well as a really souped up version of the 72 hour kits people have floating around in their homes.
It’s always weird to get to the point of closure with anything. Permanence is not the trend of this life. (Maybe I shouldn’t speak for all of you… but for me…) It seems that no matter how many times I’m forced to realize this, I get to relearn this lesson over and over again. Especially within the context of being an actor. I feel exceptionally grateful for my time with SLAC. Interacting with different audiences. Sharing a few moments of laughter and zaniness. And unlike the other things that are leaving with the passing of another year, I get to keep all of the memories of boom. All of the little booms and the big booms (for those of you who were there for the infamous diaper suffocation moment or read David’s memorial to it). In Peter’s writing there’s this luscious intertwining of laughter and depth, the push and pull of the outside forces against the internal ones. If anything, it’s taught me to open my mind even more to the potential of life and the magnitude of experience. …And not always take myself so seriously. Love, luck, and tampons everyone. Can’t wait to see what the upcoming performances and year will bring.
boom by Peter Sinn Nachtrieb plays Wednesdays-Saturdays @ 7:30 pm, Sundays @ 2 pm & 7 pm until December 5th. Tickets available
