Animals Crossing Me
Emilie Rasmussen 4.9.2020
First week of online school is done. Second week of online school is in progress, and it feels like everyone is still trying to get used to it. In the meantime, I’ve mostly been playing Animal Crossing: New Horizons and unsuccessfully trying to collect all of the special spring sakura event recipes.
I bought the game the second week of our extended spring break, the day before El Paso’s stay at home order began. It was a whole ordeal—I had to order the game from GameStop online, wait for an e-mail letting me know that I could go pick it up, and then wait outside of the store with four adult men who were also looking to pick up some video games. After unlocking the front door, the store manager handed me my bag and I scuttled away to the car.
During this strange, strange pandemic time, finding something that allows you to explore, relax, and feel like you have a little bit of control is super helpful. That’s what Animal Crossing has become for me. My Stardew Valley farm has been temporarily abandoned, but Stardew Valley doesn’t run on real time, so it’s okay.
My character is named émilie, like me. She lives in a town named blossom, and she’s recently gotten into customizing all of her furniture. Today she’s wearing cute, 70s-esque cuffed brown pants, a dark beige sweatshirt, white sneakers, a face mask, and an orange-shaped hat. Which I used oranges to make.
My house is super cute, I think. I have a main living room full of things ranging from and old cuckoo clock to a turntable. My bedroom is green and flower themed. It’s the kind of space that would be way too big for me to actually live in alone.
The other day, after feeling stressed about the current corona quarantine and social distancing situation, I took everything out of my Animal Crossing house, leaving it blank. It was an inoffensive way of tearing something completely apart.
In the short time that I’ve had my Switch, I’ve also bought Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, and I have to admit that I’ve only been able to play Animal Crossing because… I might dislike games that stress me out. And in Breath of the Wild, I worry that I might be attacked my monsters at any moment.
Yesterday, I finally tried out Animal Crossing’s online island visiting feature, and it was interesting. The chat function was a bit too clunky for me, because you either have to type out what you want to say on your Switch or on your phone. But it was cute, and it was refreshing to feel a new space and to see friends in a Corona-free world. My Animal Crossing character can sneeze, but she won’t catch the virus.
I time-travelled a year into the future to avoid the current Bunny Day event and focus on gathering sakura recipes. To my horror, my home was infested with cockroaches, and I had to stomp on them to kill them. Apart from that, time-travelling isn’t that bad of an option when playing.
It’s my second time ever playing an Animal Crossing game, and I think that I adapted to it fairly quickly. I also like to read about games that I play, so I knew to not just discard the non-native fruit my mom sent me. I didn’t know about tarantula attacks, but I think that that just added to my experience with the game.
Overall, I give this game as many peaches as I can out of five peaches. It’s nice to feel normal again for a little bit.
Stardew Valley And Me
Emilie Rasmussen 3.11.2020
I love Stardew Valley very very much.
My specialties are making cheese, mining, and brewing espressos. I wake up early in the morning to tend to my cows and bunnies and strange chickens, and then I go check on my fields in hopes of a giant pumpkin appearing. My sea cucumbers scream to me—they want some rubies. Okay, sea cucumbers! I’ll go find some rubies for you. Don’t worry.
Stardew Valley is an open-ended farming simulator made developed by Eric Barone. He did it all by himself for a few years, where he would work on the game every single day, in place of a full time job. I began playing it the summer of 2019, where I made it my routine for a while.
I don’t play a lot of games, so I first learned about it from one of my theatre friends. I was there to do homework, and he was showing us the cute mods he’d added to make the grass on his farm lovely and flowery. I was immediately impressed. It was also a new idea to me—it’s really obvious, but I hadn’t actually thought of downloading games to my laptop and playing them there. The convenience is incredible, because I carry my laptop with my everywhere while travelling and while in school.
It was the first game that I bought on steam, and one of the only ones that I’ve actually played pretty consistently. I know that when I have free time, I will splash back into a Stardew Valley snowglobe and play my little heart out.
I love it so much. Here’s the premise: your grandpa just died, and he’s left you his farm in his will. You have a mediocre office job, so you decide to go restore and take care of his farm. Your goal is to make his old farm into the best farm you’ve ever seen, to make the most interesting things, and to win the hearts of the local villagers.
I have played hundreds of hours of this game. Four hundred and twenty five hours, to be exact.
Every once in a while I remember that I have the game, so I open it and play for thirty minutes, or a few hours, and I feel pretty satisfied with myself.
The visuals are quaint and pixelated. The tasks are repetitive and relaxing. There are love interests and magical creatures to slay, which spices things up a little. It’s homey.
Whenever I play this game, I feel like I’m in my own little hammock world. I’m safe. I love this game because it feels like one of the most perfect forms of escapism. You momentarily leave your own vibrant but stressful desert to huddle in a calm, green capsule. And there’s some magic to it, too. It’s calm, but there are strange, exciting things to be found in this new world.
If what you’re looking for is a way to escape your responsibilities every once in a while for some harmless simulated farming, then this is the game for you.
Theatre Theatre Theatre
Emilie Rasmussen 2.27.2020
I’m going to KCACTF, which stands for the Kennedy Center American College Theater Festival. (The longest initialism ever.) Basically, it’s a conference for theatre students, and the one I’m going to is regional, in Abilene. It covers New Mexico, Texas, Louisiana, Oklahoma, and Arkansas. This is my first time going on any actual college trip. I’m super, super excited.
Each semester, schools participating in the festival are visited by representatives who watch their productions and nominate actors, designers, directors and stage managers to participate in the festival. Actors can be nominated for the Irene Ryan competition, where they must perform a scene with a partner and a monologue on their own. One of my friends, Jaidan, chose me as her partner, and that became my main reason for going.
When my partner initially asked me to compete in the festival with her, I sort of imagined that I wouldn’t actually end up doing it. It’s a frequent habit that I have. I can’t see the future. Definitely something to improve on. But it’s happening! And I’m proud of that. It’s new and exciting and I want to learn lots from it.
Today I’m at the festival. It’s Tuesday, and we competed yesterday. There are three rounds of Irene Ryan competition—the first is the preliminary round, and the last one decides which two actors will go to national competition.
Jaidan and I didn’t advance, but two teams from New Mexico State did. Which doesn’t seem like a lot, but it is—out of 176 contestants, 32 are chosen for round two. Basically, forty percent of the nominees from our school who attended made it to the next round. Amazing.
Our scene was from a collection of scenes all set in a bathroom called “The Apostle John,” by Jeff Goode, who is a TV writer. I played a girl running into a restroom to use the toilet, only to be accosted by a religious fanatic who won’t let my character pee until she converts. We feel good about ourselves. There are so many people who don’t make it to the next round, and it’s actually been years since NMSU advanced.
It’s very interesting, being surrounded almost entirely by theatre majors. Theatre people everywhere! It’s a little hub of young people passionate about theatre in the middle of Texas. Which doesn’t feel exactly right, but it’s a central location for everyone here.
So far, I’ve gone to one workshop, two full shows, and half a dozen rounds of Irene Ryan and musical theatre competition. The workshop was on the importance of improv in traditional, scripted acting—how it can carry a scene, let you be more open to new opportunities, and sometimes save you when things go wrong. The two shows were “Red,” by John Logan, presented by Sul Ross University and “Student Body,” by Frank Winters, presented by Lone Star College.
Watching so many rounds of competition took lots of time, but felt like none had really, actually passed. Each contestant is only given a couple of minutes to present, and when they are at time, they are quickly thank you-d off the stage. It helped me think more about how to gauge different levels of talent, which is a valuable skill everywhere, but very much in theatre.
This is a neat experience, and I’m very grateful to be on this trip. I hope that it is helping me figure myself out a teeny bit more.
(Wanting to learn about electronic music.)
Emilie Rasmussen 11.20.2019
I want to listen to more music. I want to learn more about the history of music.
These are goals that I set for myself a couple of years ago. They’re just random, general goals, ways that I wanted to learn more and sort of slowly change myself over time, to be a way and to do things that I wanted.
My cycle of music generally flits around the same couple of albums for a few weeks, and slowly evolves. I always go back to the same artists, sometimes I forget bands that I really like, sometimes I find one or two songs that I like and listen to those nonstop for a couple of days.
Right now, it’s Helwa ya Baladi by Dalida, Moving by Kate Bush, and Como la Flor by Selena. I’m kind of in the part of my music cycle where I’m yet to find something I’ve never heard before that I really, really, really like.
Sometimes, I fall back into trying to learn more about electronic music. This happens to me pretty often, too. It’s where I suddenly remember one topic that I’m interested in and fall back into it.
Today I realized just how much there is. Well, I’m sure that I already realized that, but as I was reading a blogpost about the century of electronic music that’s already happened, I found myself skimming through.
I’m listening to the Never-ending Story soundtrack right now.
I swear, there’s just so much out there.
Ten-year-old me had a particular attraction to disco and techno. Of course, being ten, I couldn’t do that much exploring of them.
I know that I had no clue how much went into the making of electronic music as it is today.
(What a wild, new form of art.) (I feel so amazed.) (Can you tell!)
A rough, brief, é timeline, as I understand it:
· Electronic music began without synthesizers—this means that previously-recorded sounds or music were used.
· Tape was revolutionary and allowed the manipulation and doctoring of sound.
· The first synthesizers came out after the use of tape. These slowly brought together the traditional musical world with the electronic music scene.
And after that, it gets pretty fuzzy for me. So… I need to work on it. But electronic music was taken from the outskirts of music and slowly incorporated into pop and lots of other genres.
Listening to all of the doctor who themes, in order, shows how electronic music has evolved
It shows you where we used to be, at the very beginning, and where we are now. It felt silly and nerdy, but also spectacular. Fascinating!
Okay. I’ll be back with more.
The importance of sound and background noise in my life
Emilie Rasmussen 11.6.2019
I really love podcasts, but when I reflect on it, I realize that I haven’t actually listened to that many of them.
For some reason, I don’t listen to that many different shows. Once I find a podcast that I like, I usually just dive into it and listen to that for months. My prime example: The Last Podcast on the Left. It’s a comedy/horror/true crime/sci-fi podcast hosted by Ben Kissel, Marcus Parks, and Henry Zebrowski. I have now been listening to it almost daily for ten months—it has about four hundred episodes, not including their bonus “Side Stories” episodes. Only now am I starting to run out of episodes (this is really tragic, because they help make note-taking bearable).
Listening to that large a volume of podcasts sounds a little wild, I feel. But doing that is how I keep myself from getting too bored during the day. I do it while I clean and cook and study—they help me be the opposite of lethargic. It’s like the radio that my grandpa always has playing in his side of his house, spouting everything from sports stories to news to 80s pop hits.
Once I find the perfect conversation to tune out from, I can focus on what I need while being able to take tiny breaks as I do that. My brain, like lots of other people’s brains, needs extra brain wiggling to go on for me to do anything.
The first podcast that I spent my days swimming in was Radiolab. It’s a science, technology, and arts-focused show. I listened to episodes sporadically, eventually having to scroll way back into their catalogue, listening to early episodes. It let me escape and learn and focus on homework and making art. Then, it was Strangers, hosted by Lea Thau (I listened to it my entire senior year of high school). It’s about people’s intricate personal stories. And then it was, My Favorite Murder (self-explanatory title), which I discovered my freshman year of college and spent all break listening to while playing Animal Crossing and trying to forget about the past semester. Then, it was The Dollop, which is a comedy-history podcast. I think that the reason why it’s so hard for me to jump into new podcasts is that to me, podcasts feel like very close conversations. Maybe it’s silly? But it takes me a while to get completely used to whoever the hosts are, and how they speak, and to figure out exactly who is who and what their role is.
It’s an interesting way to absorb media.
It’s separate from you, but you let them into your headspace. You let them into your ears, which feels like you’re letting them into your brain (Which, you are. Which I am.). So it makes sense to be careful, and to stick to what you know you enjoy having around. To me, it’s like picking out pillows for my bedroom, or perfume, except that I’m picking out sounds to pass through my brain.
Minimizing minimizing minimize.
Emilie Rasmussen 10.23.2019
I forget how much I do in a day.
I think that I did a lot today? I also feel like I didn’t do very much at all. When I am asked how much I have done in a day, I have to pause and close my eyes and think and try to remember how everything began.
Today, I woke up. I had call at nine for the show that I’m in (it was our first performance, it’s a children’s play). I did my makeup, I put on my wig and my costume and I did the show.
A funny moment: I forgot some of my lyrics and rhymed “fishes” and “wishes” with “dishes.” What else rhymes with dishes, though? I really, honestly can’t think of anything else.
Then, I went to class and took notes. Then, I picked up my things from the theater and went to get my car.
At home, I ate lunch (broccoli soup and rice? Perf. Yes, of course I slathered my rice in butter.), did my makeup, watched part of a documentary series, and listened to an episode of a podcast on Dolly Parton. And then I went to one of the engineering buildings, where I studied for four hours. And now I’m making onion soup with my bee (it’s Émilie slang).
Is it a lot? I feel like it isn’t, but it is.
What’s the point of this? The point is that I tend to minimize all that I do. I feel like I’m not ever doing enough. Sometimes, I know that I avoid doing the studying or thinking that I need to do, and that is definitely something that I need to get away from. But more commonly, I reduce everything that I’ve done in a day to a measly little cup of sad.
The soup is nearly made. We’re going to pour it into bowls and put slices of bread on top and then put Havarti on top of those slices and slide everything into a toaster oven. It’s onion soup and it is past midnight.
It’s not good to minimize what you do, it’s an inaccurate idea of how much you’ve actually done.
The soup is made, and it was really good.
It’s alright to not work, sometimes, and to realize how much one has worked. Making onion soup can take a lot of effort, sometimes. That’s okay. I forget. I know that a lot of other people forget, too.
Emilie Rasmussen 10.9.2019
Okay. I am sitting in the office, listening to a video named “ASMR Natural Wood Sounds Collection,” and it is up there on my list of the most wonderful things I have ever experienced, I’m pretty sure. (I’m exaggerating. It’s nice.)
Every couple of days, or every other week, or whenever I feel like it, I make playlists.
I call them my day playlists. They’re usually made up of whichever songs I’ve been listening to over the past couple of days, or just over and over again in the same day. I write them in my journals. Or on my phone. Recently, they’ve mostly been in my phone.
Whenever I go back through my journals (or my phone), I find these playlists. They bring me back to the space I was in when I wrote them.
Rediscovery feels like it might be the theme in my life for the next couple of months, actually. Or… I think that it has been one of the themes. I just hadn’t found it yet. I’m not completely sure.
When I was fifteen, I discovered David Bowie when one of my best friends sent me a link to Space Oddity.
That was five years ago, which isn’t that much, in the long run. But to someone who’s only been alive for twenty years, it is.
I hadn’t really listened to any of Bowie’s albums other than Space Oddity, Hunky Dory, a few other of his early ones, and Black Star. Either side of the Bowie spectrum. Extremes.
But last month, I decided to rediscover Bowie. Scary Monster and Super Creeps? Station to Station, Heroes, Low? You got it. It felt wonderful. I was going back to learn about an artist whom I love while feeling very fulfilled.
Other things I’ve been rediscovering recently:
· Soba noodles
· My love for Muse.
· The fact that Lana Del Rey exists!
· The feelings that fall gives you. Still, cool air and coziness, the weight of blankets… etc.
· The Grand Budapest Hotel, Amélie
· Making doodles when I don’t have to do anything else.
When you rediscover things, it’s important to sort them out. When you revisit things and people and thoughts that you used to think about a lot but forgot, it’s good to re-evaluate them and try to figure out what you want to keep and what you don’t.
I forget a lot of the things that are important to me, or that I really enjoy, and I’m not sure who else experiences that. Going back and rediscovering them helps me feel solid and real.
Again, since it’s fall, I’m also re-experiencing the feelings that coming back to school after the summer brings. Hopelessness and stress and feeling stuck and out of control. None of these are good! And I need to sort them out, too. Into the sorting bin they go.
Going Mad, But Pushing Through.
Emilie Rassmussen 9.25.2019
Over a quarter of the fall semester has passed, and we are now at the first breaking point of the academic year. The point where homework starts piling up, exams appear out of nowhere, and everyone starts to get a little tense. Brains are sizzling, but hopefully, the fact that fall is coming can help cool them down. (Hopefully.)
At this point, it’s super easy to get all out of whack. I feel like a gummy worm right now. I know that a lot of my friends feel the same way, too. Some of them are in a play that opens this Friday, some of them are taking exams, and everyone is super on edge.
Cue “I’m Going Slightly Mad” by Queen.
One way that I try to keep myself together (or at least feeling like a complete version of myself), is by doing my makeup. Washing my face, brushing my teeth, showering…those are all basic hygiene. But doing my makeup is the one extra ritual that I do that keeps me grounded and calm, and feeling pretty and a little more put together.
It’s a ritual that I’ve perfected and practice nearly every day.
It isn’t something that I absolutely need. I can go without extra sparkly pigment on my eyelids or spidery eyelashes and function perfectly well. But the careful act of dusting magical sparkle powder on my face and trying not to accidentally blow candy-smelling face makeup everywhere makes me feel in control and like I am actively doing something to better myself and get closer to who I am.
I know that I’m not alone in this—this morning, one of my friends texted to see if anyone had mascara she could borrow, because she’d done her eyeshadow but had forgotten her eyelashes. Surely, nobody would have actually noticed that her eyelashes weren’t as dark and long as they are with makeup, but my friend noticed, which was what made it important to her.
It’s difficult feeling like a gummy worm because you’re a little hungry, haven’t slept enough, and need to learn too many concepts for Calculus II.
Some really simple extra things to do to feel normal and okay: a list of reminders, for you.
· Your makeup (hahah).
o Even if it’s just your eyebrows, or your eyelashes. Maybe that’s what helps you feel in control.
· Quickly organizing.
o Make your bed! Organize those shoes, put them away. It won’t take long, and you can go back to studying after. You’ll feel much better, though.
· Some rapid cleaning!
o Even just washing the dishes can help lighten your mood, and feel like you’ve accomplished something. Which you have!
· Taking a break, putting together some snacks.
o Honestly, keeping your body fed and your taste buds happy will help you keep it together way better than you could have without.
· Make your environment as comfortable as possible.
o What is it that makes you feel comfortable when you’re at home? It could be music, or a candle, or color temperature. Maybe it’s a sweater and a stuffed animal. It all helps.
Customizing my Own Blythe Doll Blythe Doll journey/adventure
Emilie Rassmussen 9.18.2019
An intro to one of my hyperfixations.
I haven’t worked on any small, personal art projects in a while, nor have I had any intense interests in anything that I can think of.
Sure, I have a journal that I use as a diary and sketchbook, but for a while I’ve just been doing either that or large projects, like plays. But recently, I ordered a Blythe doll.
Over the summer, I went to an art show where I found some friends I knew in high school. One of them, who was displaying his art, had a Blythe doll sitting on his table. She was completely customized, from her swirly-swirly irises and cleft chin to her checkered outfit.
Blythe is about 30 centimeters tall, with a very slim body and a giant head. A cord sticking out of the back of her head lets you change her eye color. She’s very really cool. I’ve wanted a Blythe doll since I was twelve or so, and all of a sudden, my pure love for these uncanny girls came back.
This has been happening recently—I remember a past hyperfixation and it comes rushing back into my life. According to Blythopia, a website which has catalogued nearly all released Blythe dolls, the dolls were first introduced in 1972 and were made by Kenner.
However, they were discontinued in 1973, as “her oversized head and eyes that changed colors with a pull string did not go over well with children.” After photographer Gina Garan published “This is Blythe,” a book of photographs of Blythe dolls in 2000, the dolls made a comeback.
Original Kenner Blythe dolls can now cost up to a couple thousand dollars, and modern Blythe dolls manufactured by Takara can be up to a couple hundred dollars. According to Blythopia, the 2019 Takara Blythe “Clearly Claire” costs 21,500 Japanese yen, or roughly 200 U.S. dollars.
I finally decided on buying a knockoff doll. She cost thirty dollars. She’s adorable, and I haven’t named her yet. She has a matte, jointed body and a large, glossy face. Her lips are bright red-pink and her eyeshadow is yellow. Her hair is gingery, long, and she has bangs. My favorite eye color of hers is pink, and so far she’s just been hanging out on my windowsill.
My plan is to customize her.
I’m going to sand down her face to remove her current makeup and get a nice, matte surface. I’m going to make tiny clothes for her, carve her lips, and give her taupe eyeshadow and spidery bottom lashes—she’s my doll-daughter.
So far, I’ve realized that taking care of something other than yourself, even if it’s just a doll, can be a very exciting and invigorating thing. It feels good. I’ll update on what happens with my doll-daughter.
Having small projects that are just for fun is really good, in this weird stressful school/work/stress/life environment we’re drenched in.
Emilie Rasmusen 5.1.2019
Saturday night, I went to “Clean Poetry,” a poetry reading at Art Obscura, hosted by Liz Liano. The event lasted from 7 pm to 10 pm, and the readings began at 8 pm.
On its flyer, the event was described as “a night of local words for people with dirty rooms,” and it featured illustrations of a hairbrush, a chair full of clothes, and a happy guitar with outreaching arms.
I arrived at about 7:30, after being very nervous, changing my outfit several times, and finally deciding to eat a grilled cheese sandwich before leaving (my go-to for when I have literally no time and feel very stressed).
By the day of the event, my room was the messiest it has been in months, and I think that that fit.
“I named the event Clean Poetry because of the discourse my poems have with the conflation of goodness and cleanness and the attainability of ever being clean,” explained Liano.
A blue lamp stood in the corner of the room. Liano had put together a looped video of her hands. Her hands slathering mud onto her arms outside, then using a water hose to wash off the mud. A cat silently watching her. Then, Liano’s hands washing in a white sink, with soap and water. It was mesmerizing, and I think that I could have fallen asleep to it. The first to perform was Melissa Herrera, and her performance incorporated movement, chanting, and decorating herself with various electrical cables.
After the Herrera came performers Chauncey and Shelley, both of whom read personal pieces.
“The purpose of my events at the core is to share and connect with people,” said Liano. “I want to express performatively things people have a hard time talking about, and then encourage conversation of these things,” she continued.
Liz performed some poems that she had written when she was younger. Later on in the evening, she read more recent poems, plunging them into a a small tub of water after she read them.
In between the poets, music was performed by Simeon Beardsley and Kt Neely.
Simeon’s music feels as though you are sitting by a window and the light outside of the window is very white because it is overcast. However, the room that you are in is not too cold, and you have a blanket and a cup of turmeric tea.
Kt played a loop of fuzzy conversations behind her performance, and it felt as though ghosts were hanging out right by us. She mixed eeriness, femininity, and emotion to produce something that felt very mother of pearl.
During one of the breaks in the show, Liano set out a light blue blanket on the floor for attendees to sit on. I considered lying on the blanket on my stomach, but I stuck next to the wall.
Sometimes things are not meant to be comfortable. But this was comfortable.
“…I just hope no one ever feels alone or hopeless because we all feel weird sometimes. The least we can all do it talk about it,” said Liano.
Food and Me: Notes from a Food Journal
Emilie Rasmussen 4.17.2019
I have problems with eating, and it’s really not great. On the surface, what I am doing probably seems fine. When I go have lunch in between my classes, what I am eating seems perfectly reasonable and healthy.
But when I go home, I tend to overeat because of my anxiety—and on some weeks, because of the same anxiety, I forget or don’t have time to eat. My relationship with food feels strange to me. I’ve noticed that a lot of my friends and people I love feel the same way about their relationships with food—they feel strange, and they see these relationships as works in progress.
We overeat or we under-eat, or we think too much about what we are eating and how frequently, or we let ourselves grow hungry, and in the end, it hurts our bodies and how we feel about ourselves. How can we deal with this? I haven’t done all that much research on eating disorders, or abnormal eating patterns, but I am beginning to understand that everyone has their own story about food and eating.
I interviewed one of my closest friends, Javier Bocanegra, who is a Music Education student, and asked them what their relationship with eating is like.
“My relationship with eating habits tended to be complicated over the course of my life as a result of being bullied for being a larger child, not exactly fat, but rather bigger in size, resulting in self-consciousness in my adolescence, teen years and now from time to time, my adult life,” said Javier.
Javier continued: “However, as I grew older in my college life, I began to understand I needed to eat in order to support my body as a vegetarian and avoid collapsing from a long day, yet in order to feel confident about myself, I attempt to not overeat, progressively building a healthy relationship with how I eat.”
Either I overeat or I under-eat. Neither way is good for me.
I decided to log what I ate in the span of a week. These aren’t exact measurements, but they give you an idea as to what my eating habits consist of. I didn’t eat very much this week, and it wasn’t on purpose. Being busy and stressed pushed me into an unhealthy rut of waiting until very late at night to make myself a minimal amount of food.
• A cup of oats
• Half of a strange taco—I was in a hurry so I fried tofu and chorizo and wrapped them up in a flour/corn tortilla. It was actually very good.
• Coffee (two cups, minus what I spilled onto my pants)
• Rice plus onions in curry (made probably around 9PM)
• Rice plus curry (the leftovers)
• A combination of lots of protein (I made tofu and chorizo and an egg and ate all of that in the same kind of tortillas. Plus spinach.)
• Lots of tea
• Indian taco, 80% of it was consumed
• Strange ramen, full of sesame oil.
• Half of a peanut butter and peach jam sandwich
• Tomato pasta!
• Vanilla yogurt with blackberries
• Creamy tomato pasta!
• A veggie burger and fries!
• Flautas and beans and guacamole
• Pasta with pestoooo! And cream and mushrooms!!!!
• 4 Mozzarella sticks
• More Tea
• A grilled cheese with onions and tomato soup
• A grilled cheese sans onions and tomato soup, again!
Looking at this list of what foods have gone into my body feels weird, and makes me realize that I’m not exactly having three square meals a day. There are two solutions to this: either I need to focus more on eating small meals all day long, or I need to sit down and plan out how to somehow make breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It’s also important, I think, to remember, that I’m drinking four to five cups of tea a day…
I’d like to point out that this was also an off-week for me. I was busy with studying for my second calculus exam, doing homework for my engineering classes all week long, rehearsing for a theatrical show, and preparing for a student film project. Maybe it wasn’t that much, but I was also trying to sleep and go to class. Not eating very much fueled a cycle of continuously not eating much. I asked Javier how they feel about their relationship with food.
This is what they said: “My relationship with food reflects on how I feel at the moment and how I establish my (religious) beliefs. For example, I tend to eat very little food in moments I feel uncomfortable with my body that have little sweets or oils, yet I tend to eat more baked food with bread and cheeses when feeling more content.” Javier also explained that their eating habits are often affected by their depression and anxiety: “when my depression and/or anxiety settle in, it is hard to eat and I avoid all contact with food and at times water,” they told me.
I’m just starting to think about food more, and I’m waking up to how it affects my body as I work harder, make my own food, and spend more time outside of my home.
Emilie Rasmussen 4.3.2019
The House V, an event put together by Lavender Thug, was held on March 15, 2019, in downtown El Paso. The show, which was in a bookshop, began at 7:30 PM and consisted of various local artists, musicians, drag performers and vendors.
Most of the show’s attendees were young adults. There was a bustling crowd both upstairs and in the basement, where musicians and eventually drag queens performed.
The House V’s theme was love and the earth, and was organized by Lavender Thug, whose name is Joshua Yrrobali. Lavender Thug was raised in El Paso, and explained that “As an artist and performer striving to make it big, I would perform at and attend shows others would throw…I figured hey I could probably do this better!”
“I wanted to create that same energy of being free and dancing and not even thinking twice about what someone would say or think…” said Lavender Thug. They continued: “…because hey, I’m being free and you’re gonna love me for it! And you’re gonna love it so much you’re gonna wanna join me in being free, it’s all about expression of self in the most creative ways.”
Lavender Thug explained that sometimes, organizing shows is overwhelming. However, they said that they “…wanted to create an environment where people felt at home and felt free to be themselves and not judge or be judged, this is why I say ‘welcome home’ when people arrive, because I want people to know they are safe in these four walls wherever the show is thrown, it is their home.”
Benji Martinez was a part of the event, offering makeup services. Martinez began using makeup on July 4th, 2017. “Whenever I got a chance to practice I would and eventually I got comfortable enough to actually wear it out in public… The love and support I receive always pushes me to get better and get more creative with my looks,” said Martinez.
Bomb Beauty Products offered Martinez an opportunity to work a pop up at The House, where he would, he said, “face paint and do creative makeup looks on people that came to the event. Of course, without hesitation I accepted because being able to do what I love is a no-brainer. It was an awesome way to meet new people and get them out of their comfort zone.”
While at The House V, Martinez was able to meet and work with another makeup artist, and gave many people different makeup looks.
Martinez said, “Being a part of this event really helped push me out of my comfort zone and allowed me to meet a lot of awesome new people… I can be introverted when it comes to meeting new people, but the energy at the event was so happy and positive, it just made the event so much fun.”
At the end of their interview, Lavender Thug said: “We are all living this extremely lucky and unique human experience, we are all one still though, and karma is real, so just love everyone and everything unconditionally, including yourself, and the world will be a better place! That’s the mission, love.”
What did I think? This was my first time attending one of Lavender Thug’s shows. I’m still feeling intensely excited about it. I love the idea of creating shared experiences like this one, and I love shared ideas and shared feelings and shared excitement and happiness.
It was refreshing for me to be surrounded by lots of positive energy and other creative people my age. Knowing a few people was also a really neat feeling for me. I decided that I want to make more art in the next few months, even though I’m usually pretty busy.
The next House will be on April 26th, and its theme will be sex and sex education.
A Few Minutes with Maki
Emilie Rasmussen 3.13.2019
On February 28, Ryan Maki (whose musician name is Maki) had an EP Release show at Art Obscura. Simeon Beardsley and Nicholas Roche performed before him.
Art Obscura is a small, local art gallery located in Mesilla Park. It was my first time visiting the gallery in the almost year-and-a-half that I’ve been living in Las Cruces. I realized that it’s ridiculously close to where I live, and that I really have been missing out on something. I went with my friends Alex and Christian, both of whom really love music.
We drove over at about 8:00, thinking that we were going to be late, but the performances only really began at about 8:30. We walked around the downstairs gallery and then went upstairs to take a look.
The downstairs gallery was sparsely but warmly lit, and the upstairs was bright but filled with interesting things. It felt like a safe and comfortable place to be.
When the performance began, the three of us sat down near the front of the small crowd. It was a very intimate performance. Nicholas Roche performed, then Simeon Beardsley, then Maki.
Maki performed the songs from his new EP, “In My Head,” and then a couple of his older songs. “In My Head” includes the songs “Live,” “Crossroads,” and Mercy.”
On Wednesday, February 27, I sat in on Myra interviewing Maki for an episode of The Blah Blah Blah. In the interview, Maki explained that music is something that he can lose himself in.
About the song “Live,” Maki said: “As I was writing this song, it was like the words were just spewing out of my mouth… Honestly, I’d say the same about the second song [Crossroads].”
Maki went on to explain what his song “Crossroads” means to him.
“Crossroads…that one hits home because, without stating who it’s about, it’s about a struggle I have with someone in my life that I love a lot, and we have just had a very hard time finding a good balance between each other. That song is basically about that and how I feel like this person struggles listening to me and understanding where I’m coming from,” said Maki.
“It’s the closest thing, when I play it again, to ever… fully expressing how I feel in the moment,” continued Maki.
Later in the interview, Maki told us that the music he writes is for himself. Because of this, he is always amazed when people connect to it.
“You don’t really think about how that really impacts them until someone comes to you and really tells you how they feel about your music,” said Maki.
About writing music, Maki said that it “…is very worth it. I can evoke that kind of emotion or connect with someone because of something that I wrote, that is about me, or something that I’m going through. It’s incredible. There’s nothing like it, honestly…it’s amazing.”
Maki also said that performing in front of people is “…amazing. I love it. It’s amazing. I’m really fortunate to even have that platform, to be honest…”
Being with other people who care a lot about artistic expression is refreshing.
During his performance, Maki talked about how vulnerable the musicians before him had been, and how he admired them for being able to do so. This was something that I had noticed, too.
When I watched Nicholas Roche sing and strum his guitar, I realized just how personal what he was performing was to him, and I felt amazed that he was able to share that with a group or twenty-or-so people. This reminded me that vulnerability and connection to other people are very special things.
An Entire Film In 48 Hours?
Emilie Rasmussen 2.27.2019
I acted in a short piece for the Las Cruces International Film Festival’s 48 Hour Film Challenge. The name of the piece was “La Petite Ferme,” and it was produced by Chromatic Stories, directed by Hannah Antholzner and Lauren Flores.
I somehow became involved because I’m taking a journalism class (the journalism department is in the same building as the film department) and happened to walk by Hannah one day and tell her that I was interested in acting for the film department.
The genre we were assigned was mockumentary, which was absolutely perfect. (Have you seen Documentary Now, with Bill Hader and Fred Armisen? “Juan Likes Rice and Chicken” is my most favorite thing. Please watch it.) The prop we had to use was a funnel. The line we were given was about Las Cruces. Incorporating the funnel was way more natural than the weird Las Cruces line.
I played the role of Margot, a simple furniture farmer who loves and respects the chairs that she raises. After many local furniture farms are seized by the company “Furniture 2 U,” Margot swears to save all chairs taken hostage and raised by them in their terrible furniture factory farms.
In the film, Margot and her brother, Theo, who was played by actor and Theatre Arts major Calvin Chervinko, have to put down an injured chair, take care of their baby chairs, and take in a chair saved by their neighbor, Riley, played by Mara Carmona. Theo is more pragmatic than Margot, but still does care for their precious chairs.
We filmed on location, in a rural field by a house about twenty minutes away from NMSU’s campus. Since it’s mid-February, we were attacked by wind all day long. I found sand in my ears. When I woke up the next morning and moved my face, I felt the crinkling that meant that my forehead had been sunburnt.
I left the shoot exhausted (I can’t imagine how the rest of the team felt, I was only an actor!). But now I’m hungry to act in more films and learn more about film making. Throughout the course of the one day that we filmed, I felt as though a bond was formed between everyone involved. A small bond. But still, it was a shared experience (maybe I just imagined it?). Anyway, it made me ridiculously happy to have been involved in this project.
I’d acted in a couple of small film projects before—mostly film and CMI students’ class projects. And I’d never had that many lines before. I find it a little wild that the filmmakers trusted me to portray this character.
Working on this project was obviously not like working on other film projects because the team had to get everything done in under 48 hours. I feel that if we’d had more time, the directors would have given us actors much more specific directions. Although we had limited time, Lauren asked me lots of questions about Margot and how Margot was feeling and why she was reacting in certain ways. Hannah also told me that usually, she’s more particular about lighting.
I felt slightly more relaxed acting for a camera. Memorization is helpful, but forgetting a line isn’t disastrous. However, acting for film is way different than stage acting. The point of stage acting is to reach everyone in the audience, so emotions have to be large and movement has gotta seen by everyone watching. Film acting is more personal and subtle. It’s meant to be natural. Both are about finding truthful reactions to different situations.
The film having been a mockumentary meant that the actors were allowed to have a specific relationship with the camera and the people behind the camera. People interviewed and followed in documentaries have reasons for accepting to be in them, and they have real connections to the people observing them. This, I feel, added depth to our story.
People keep asking me why I like acting, and I feel that at this point, I should really come up with a sensical answer that I can give people. To do that, I’d also have to look super deep into myself. For now, I’ve just been saying that it’s fun being someone I’m not. It’s like a game. It’s playing around. It’s some of the most fun that I can have.
Everyone Knows that Kissing on Stage is Weird.
Emilie Rasmussen 2.13.2019
Monday evening, I went to a theatrical intimacy workshop.
The Theatre Arts department at NMSU brings in several guest speakers each semester. I try to go to the workshops and talks that interest me. The workshop was led by a (magical) lady named Chelsea Pace, who is an Assistant Professor at the University of Maryland Baltimore County (UMBC).
Theatrical intimacy is always something that I’ve thought about. Intimacy is a common part of theatrical productions. Junior year of high school, I was in a really awful production of Hairspray where I played Amber. Amber’s romantic interest is a dude named Link Larkin, and they share a few kisses in the show. I remember feeling extremely stressed out about having to possibly kiss the actor playing Link (he was two years older than me and had a girlfriend). Senior year of high school, I appeared in a scene of our school musical in just a chemise. Although it was modest, and I was wearing both tights and shorts, I still felt a little weird onstage in what was supposed to be my character’s underwear.
Chelsea began the workshop by introducing herself and telling all of us that we had three ways we could choose to interact. We could work with a partner, furniture, or observe by ourselves.
“Your boundaries are perfect exactly where they are,” Chelsea told us.
The point of the workshop, she explained, was to teach us how to first approach intimacy in theatrical productions. By intimacy, she meant anything from the hay loft scene in Spring Awakening to making out onstage. Everything was about working with consent and having conversations with our colleagues about what we are willing to do and naming what our boundaries are.
The main exercise that we tried was meant to teach how to work with consent with a partner and physically establish boundaries. I feel that it was also meant to make us become comfortable with touching others in nonsexual ways.
Two partners shared their boundaries with each other—first with watching, next by touching, and then finally by saying what the boundaries were.
I did not have a partner for this exercise because all of my friends who were there went and paired up with other people. I sat down and realized that one girl was doing the exercise on her own. This made me think about what I’m comfortable with—what my own boundaries are. I realized that I would have been perfectly fine with performing the exercise with one of my close friends, but not very comfortable trying it out with the one girl. This led me to wonder about how I feel about intimacy.
Chelsea told us that when working with consent, it’s important to ask open questions—not just questions that have predetermined answers. For example, asking someone how they feel about something is more freeing for them than asking them if they’re “okay.”
Desexualizing the language around sex and intimacy onstage, I learned, is important because it makes things a lot less weird, much more specific, and more about exactly what actions are occurring.