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SWAA Conference, Internship, Life in Phoenix, and a Walk in the Desert

June 24, 2010

Hokay, So:

So these last two months have been crazy, hence no new posts for a while. Since the last post, I have successfully performed a one-act play completely in Spanish (which required me to strip down to my underwear and chase a chicken-woman around the stage in front of a live audience-don’t worry, it was for a Spanish final exam, so it’s legit), drove to the Southwestern Anthropological Association Conference (which was in Reno, by the way), completed the rest of my finals, graduated, started my internship, walked in the 10,000 person plus protest against the anti-immigration legislation, participated in the Migrant Trail Solidarity Walk (one solid week of walking through the desert from northern Mexico to Tucson, AZ), and started looking for a job that actually pays.

So over the next few weeks I’ll be talking about these crazy events, and more!

First up is the spanish play.

When I signed up for the Hispanic Drama class for the spring, it was mainly to satisfy spanish minor requirements. Plus it was with one of the better professors I’ve had in college. The play was called “Nadie Puede Saberlo”, in which a journalist is apparently writing a report about a mental asylum. First introduced to a “doctor”, she tells the journalist various stories about the terrifying inmates of the asylum. One patient is convinced that he is Christopher Columbus, while another is capable of laying eggs. She excuses herself, at which point the journalist is greeted by a seemingly relaxed gentleman, who explains that, in fact, the doctor is merely one of the patients, but is convinced that she is a doctor. As the conversation progresses, it becomes apparent that not only is this man violently unstable, he also believes that he is Columbus. Every time the journalist shows his doubt, Columbus threatens to hit him with a chair. On the verge of physical conflict, the fight is broken up by Señora Gallinato, who is able to calm the man down. In discussing the progressively crazier experience in the asylum, the woman offers the journalist a chicken egg, explaining that it actually is one of her own. Moving on, she tells the story of how she strangled both her husband and a guard of the asylum, and that her intimate diary has been stolen. Just then, the doctor returns waving her diary. Before Señora Gallinato can kill her, the doctor frames the journalist. Trapped, cornered, the journalist first takes off his jacket, then his vest so as to better fight of his would-be assassins. Señora Gallinato is appalled that a man would be taking off his clothes in her presence, and he realizes that if he were to take off the rest of them, she’d run away. Saved, he proceeds to disrobe, and in his underwear, chases the chicken lady around. Before the play ends, it is revealed that the journalist is, in fact, one of the crazies.

I was the journalist.

We had spent the entire semester reading and analyzing plays for this class,  and while I’d assumed that I’d be acting, I had no idea that we’d rent out an entire stage in downtown Flagstaff and open the play to the public. As a result, I was able to display my acting talents to a crowd of unsuspecting audience members. It was a blast!

After rehearsing for the entire semester, we performed the play two nights, and then it was off to Reno for the Southwestern Anthropological Association Conference!

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