Barack, I feel as if I should start with Mr. President, but at the moment i'm feeling as if you could use a reminder that you're not disconnected from the public. You're absolutely not. I'm a 23 year old, actor, survival job working, just graduated student with over 140K in federal and private loan debt just for my undergraduate studies in Theatre. Of all things, my Theatre degree. However, studying an age-old tried and true form of communication has opened my eyes to the inability of our Bipartisan Government to create any semblance of forward progress. Yes, the republicans want to believe its the democrats holding them back, and the democrats believe just the same about the republicans...but how can we so easily call our government Bipartisan? Already we have ignored and rejected the independents, the environmentalists, all the other parties and groups of people with their own agenda for possibility and progress. How do we do that? Allowing for this stagnant debate between something so black and white is just killing me. You're not at fault, we are. We the people of this the United States are refusing to be THE people, instead we're all trying to be THE person. I'm sorry you've been openly criticized and publically mocked. You are a symbol of unity that this country needs, and in large part the reason you're standing in the office. This and many other reasons of course, you're a genuine man, a man of intelligence, self-respect, and dignity. But the people need you to be the tie that binds, the artist that takes black and white and paints a beautiful grey. I have many requests I would personally like to make to you and your administration, but a federally funded gov't supported theatre? Tax dollars going back to Americans in the ARTS?!? Nonsense. Right now i'm not asking for any personal favors, i'm asking that you raise your head once again and remember that you're OUR president. The ONE singular tie that binds our country. House and Senate make decisions, but will never be THE face of unity. You are that face, please rise above the hypocrisy and criticism, please get back on that horse, grab your palette and paint this country with the most beautiful grey the world has ever seen. We can and will follow where you go, you just have to believe there is a destination.
With as much respect and support as I own to give.
Phil Crumrine
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
NYC
New York City- Week 1, Take 1
I finally moved to NY. The city. The hub of the western world...I feel unworthy. Lies. I feel completely worthy, and have been trying to hold back the largest smile i've ever smiled. I did it. I suppose that's the best way to put it. I had so many doubts and dreams about making it to NYC in an apartment I would pay for on my own...and here I am. Washington Heights, I am the resident white boy in the neighborhood, as it is populated vastly by Puerto Rican, Dominican, Haitian, and various other ethnicities. Let me tell you there is going to be a learning curve, all local mom and pop stores up here, everything written/spoken in spanish, and debit cards will do you no good. Not that I can even really afford the cereal at the grocery...6 dollars ON SALE! That's going to take some getting used to, and i'll be looking for the secret money saver options around town, basically just need to learn the ways. I've been exploring, catching up with old friends, and getting set up in the apartment, which, by the way, is so excellent. I signed a lease on paper without seeing the apartment and with a little Phil Crumrine Dumb Luck I landed the best deal I could've hoped for. A room as big as I need, a view of the Hudson/George Washington Bridge to kill, excellent and responsible roommates...all at an incredibly affordable price. The neighborhood seems very safe too, which is a plus for the late night walks home. I went from 0 (in the woods of Maine) to 80 (dropped in the center of NYC) in about 3 seconds and haven't slowed down since. I've been all over this island, and already had a first job interview for a Bartending position downtown. It went really well, and I was already tipped off that they're looking for a way to hire me. Things certainly have a way of aligning real quick. I am hoping to hit the audition circuit starting next week, Nancy has lined up an audition for me, and i'll be checking out a few EPA's. Also going to Boston next week for an audition next weekend, and oh man am I looking forward to that. Boston is going to be a great escape for me, and I am SERIOUSLY missing my babe. Stef and I have decided to go for the distance, and so far, so good. We're communicating well and often, and will be splitting the inconvenience of travel so no one is working too hard for the other. We're going to be fine, just this first week is burning pretty good, 9 months together nearly everyday and now a week without more than 5 minutes on Skype. It's definitely one of MANY adjustments i'm going to be making in the coming months, and unfortunately one that I look forward to the least. It's hard to figure out a sleep cycle and routine when you're unemployed and in a city as exciting as New York at 23 years old. I'm getting so much done daily, and taking good care of myself, but days seem so long and I'm not filling them with television or other crap at the moment, i'm trying to stay focused and busy...thats the way to success, pick a direction and go. Like a dog to a bone. Shout out to Ken Baltin for being a great professor. I digress. Becca, this is for you, you asked for a blog. I've got no babies or chubby tummy to show, so I'll leave the maternity clothes and baby birthing to you.
This is going to be THE year of my life. I can feel it.
I finally moved to NY. The city. The hub of the western world...I feel unworthy. Lies. I feel completely worthy, and have been trying to hold back the largest smile i've ever smiled. I did it. I suppose that's the best way to put it. I had so many doubts and dreams about making it to NYC in an apartment I would pay for on my own...and here I am. Washington Heights, I am the resident white boy in the neighborhood, as it is populated vastly by Puerto Rican, Dominican, Haitian, and various other ethnicities. Let me tell you there is going to be a learning curve, all local mom and pop stores up here, everything written/spoken in spanish, and debit cards will do you no good. Not that I can even really afford the cereal at the grocery...6 dollars ON SALE! That's going to take some getting used to, and i'll be looking for the secret money saver options around town, basically just need to learn the ways. I've been exploring, catching up with old friends, and getting set up in the apartment, which, by the way, is so excellent. I signed a lease on paper without seeing the apartment and with a little Phil Crumrine Dumb Luck I landed the best deal I could've hoped for. A room as big as I need, a view of the Hudson/George Washington Bridge to kill, excellent and responsible roommates...all at an incredibly affordable price. The neighborhood seems very safe too, which is a plus for the late night walks home. I went from 0 (in the woods of Maine) to 80 (dropped in the center of NYC) in about 3 seconds and haven't slowed down since. I've been all over this island, and already had a first job interview for a Bartending position downtown. It went really well, and I was already tipped off that they're looking for a way to hire me. Things certainly have a way of aligning real quick. I am hoping to hit the audition circuit starting next week, Nancy has lined up an audition for me, and i'll be checking out a few EPA's. Also going to Boston next week for an audition next weekend, and oh man am I looking forward to that. Boston is going to be a great escape for me, and I am SERIOUSLY missing my babe. Stef and I have decided to go for the distance, and so far, so good. We're communicating well and often, and will be splitting the inconvenience of travel so no one is working too hard for the other. We're going to be fine, just this first week is burning pretty good, 9 months together nearly everyday and now a week without more than 5 minutes on Skype. It's definitely one of MANY adjustments i'm going to be making in the coming months, and unfortunately one that I look forward to the least. It's hard to figure out a sleep cycle and routine when you're unemployed and in a city as exciting as New York at 23 years old. I'm getting so much done daily, and taking good care of myself, but days seem so long and I'm not filling them with television or other crap at the moment, i'm trying to stay focused and busy...thats the way to success, pick a direction and go. Like a dog to a bone. Shout out to Ken Baltin for being a great professor. I digress. Becca, this is for you, you asked for a blog. I've got no babies or chubby tummy to show, so I'll leave the maternity clothes and baby birthing to you.
This is going to be THE year of my life. I can feel it.
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