[DR]: Friday

by Lizzie (’14)

As this blog post is delayed and I have had the weekend (which seems like ages) to think (or rather not think) about class, much of my memory of Friday CW has been muddled by the utter blur of Saturday and Sunday. However, here are the details of class that have prevailed—It was a beautiful day, disproving Jenna Maroney’s (of 30 Rock) snarky remark on the Bay Area, “Have fun always carrying a light sweater,” for no outerwear was required. Now this point may seem irrelevant to CW but the presence of the sun completely alters the CW environment—everyone seems to have a sunnier disposition (pun intended). With that in mind, our class discussion on our soon-to-come show was light-hearted and (although correlation is not causation) thus more productive. Yet this was only the first half of class. For the second half, we went, as a class, to the Ruth Asawa memorial held in the Dan Kryston Memorial theater.

It was a well-staged production that reflected and respected Ruth Asawa’s artistic vision. The memorial began with a Taiko performance and ended with a ballad sung by the entire vocal department. Not only did it honor the life of Ruth Asawa but it also boosted the morale of us SOTA students, combining our art forms in a moving and well-executed way.

Pompei as a Past

by Lizzie Kroner (’14)
From the Truong Tran

Picture 45

The semblance of my childhood
composed of:
1. Broken hieroglyphs bracelet
2. Carved wooden music box
3. Monogrammed brush
4. Gold bear pendant
5. Glitter mask
6. Pink suede diary

each without a time, date (to mark a reason why)

the decayed pieces of
days      circa: the beginning

Springsteen while Dad drives
booster seat bumping in the back
hurtling forward
up Topaz Way
collecting components
for a warped, withered timeline
chronology askew
like the burial and discovery
of a grand empire
1-6 reemerge in ruble

Clothing Optional

by Lizzie  (’14)

When we think of the people of this world, we picture them clothed, all their subtle ridges and proportions masked. One could argue that clothing is a vital armor of day-to-day life and one could also argue that the coverage of the human body is directly correlated to the insecurities we hold toward our image. Yes, clothing protects us from the cold and the brutalities of the weather, but what about when clothes are not necessary? More often than not, clothing is used to smother our self-consciousness, hiding what we’re uncomfortable with—but what if we did not have that defense mechanism? What if clothing was not only optional but useless?

Everyone in the world has something they wish they could change about themselves, and that something tends to be physical. For example, if someone is not pleased with the appearance of his midsection he is able to cover it up with flowing or bulky shirts. He is insecure because he is afraid of what people might think if they saw it. However, if nudity was the norm, he would have nothing to hide; his body fully exposed lifts the veil of secrecy.

Not only would nudism diminish physical insecurities, it would also dampen the separation between the rich and the poor. “They buy me all these ices. Dolce & Gabbana, Fendi and that Donna Karan, they be sharin’, all their money got me wearin’ fly,” sings Fergie in the famous Black Eyed Peas song, “My Humps.” The clothing brands mentioned in the lyrics are notoriously expensive. A fan of the Black Eyed Peas may listen to the song and find herself desiring the brands Fergie mentions but she may not have the money to spend on such frivolous investments. This digs a deeper trench between the rich and the poor. Without clothing, that trench between the affluent and the less wealthy would be shallower and easier to pass through, thus creating a more united society.

If society came to the point of simply viewing humans as naked, in their natural state, physical insecurities would be dissolved and class alienation would be less definitive. So when hip-hop artist, Nelly, sang, “Take off all your clothes,” in his smash hit, “Hot in Here,” he was not only making a statement about the heat but also about how to subside many people’s irrational and unnecessary insecurities.


(I Wanna Take You to a) Play (Bar)

‘Aight, here are the long-awaited behind-the-scenes photos.

The Girl Who Cried Tortoise

Now there’s a guy that looks good on his hands and knees.

Mommy Hazel with Hammer Baby

Maxine and Johnny (and Jonathan)

Constructive Criticism

My Favorite Raccoon

Raccoon ft. Giorgia

Raccoon ft. Giorgia

Stay tuned for behind-the-scenes videos, for an in-depth look at CW’s creative process and waffles.


Tom’s Final Play

by Lizzie (’14)

Last year, one of our internships was teaching the students of Room 208, high school graduates with special learning needs. Part of our job was to work with the students to create a skit which we then performed in a brown bag for the school. Unfortunately for us, the students of Room 208 now gather at a different site but I thought it would be nice to reminisce. Here is a play that I helped edit. It was written by the student, Tom. You could call it a silly exploration of what it means to feel excluded or you could just call it a masterpiece.

Working with Tom was a pleasure, although it had its challenges, but then again, what doesn’t? I discovered that Tom could be pretty indecisive at time. The way we created the skit was by me presenting Tom with several different choices for the characters, plot, setting, etc. At times, Tom couldn’t decide between the choices, for example, if he wanted to write a skit about hot air balloons or playing ball, and there were even times when it felt like Tom was unmotivated to even make the decision. That was the hardest part because I occasionally felt like I was making the decisions and making the skit more about my ideas than his (and perhaps that was the reason why he was unmotivated originally—he may have felt it wasn’t his play). And of course, I was there as an editor, not a writer. However, despite those lapses in our creative process, which I often experience myself when creating a piece, Tom’s Play turned out to be truly Tom’s.

Tom’s Play

(Curtain Rises. Duck, Bike, and Clown are playing catch.)


I’m so glad we came today. You guys are my best friends.



You guys are my best friends too.



(Obviously ignoring DUCK)

Yeah, Clown you’re my best friend.


(They go quiet and awkwardly continue playing catch.)


Hey Clown, I know a game we can play.

(Turning to DUCK)

But only two people can participate.



Umm…I guess we could play. Duck, is that OK with you?



(Obviously hurt)

Yeah, you guys can play.


(CLOWN and BIKE begin to play their two-person game, which is just catch. DUCK gets upset and runs off stage sniffling. CLOWN and BIKE continue playing until CLOWN realizes DUCK has left.)


Hey, where did Duck go?



It doesn’t matter.



It does to me. What if she’s lost?



She’ll find her way back on her own. Let’s not waste time trying to find her.



You know, I’ve been getting the feeling that you don’t like her.



I don’t like her.



Why don’t you like her?



Because she never talks to me



What? She’s always talking to you.



Yeah, but one time I saw her on the bus and she didn’t say hi to me.



She probably didn’t notice you…Come on! We got to go find her.


(CLOWN and BIKE run off stage. DUCK walks on stage from opposite direction. She sits down in the center of the room and quietly cries. CLOWN and BIKE run on from the side DUCK entered.)


What’s wrong, Duck?



You and Bike made me feel left out!



That’s only because you’re mean to me!



How am I mean to you?



You ignored me on the bus!



That’s only because I thought you didn’t like me!






Whoa, whoa, whoa! I think we have a little miscommunication going on here.

(Turns to audience)

Bike thinks that Duck doesn’t like her because she ignored her but Duck ignored her because she thinks Bike doesn’t like her. What do you think? Whose fault is it?

(CLOWN waits for audience to enter. No matter what the audience says CLOWN will continue like this)

You’re right, no one! Now that we’ve realized it’s no one’s fault, no one has to apologize, no one has to be mad, and everyone can play catch!

(CLOWN throws ball into air and curtain closes)

Mind vs. Brain: Perceptual Illusions

by Lizzie (’14)

Do the mind and brain exist as one entity or two, or is there no separation whatsoever? If there is no separation then that would mean there is only the brain since the brain is physical and tangible and the mind is visceral.

However, if they coexist, believing in one or the other would not be wrong. Like looking at an optical illusion, seeing one thing rather than the other doesn’t make you wrong, it just limits your cognition. Sure, you can only really see one at a time, only the young lady when it’s not the old woman and vice versa, but if you can recognize that both exist then you have reached full understanding.

Knowing that the mind and brain exist simultaneously breaks down all facades that one surpasses the other. I can believe in the mind for the time being and then go back to believing in my brain, all its axons and dendrites, all its chemical reactions that enable my ability to perceive the mind. And once again back to the mind, thinking about the brain as an idea as a symbol and not the separation of lobes and the thalamus.

Under the brain or the mind, your perception changes. In the context of my brain, I will think about my brain much differently than I would think about it under the influence of my mind and vise-versa. Yet is one perception greater than the other? Well no, if you are thinking in terms of them existing together. If the mind and the brain act as one entity than each of their impressions present some truths. Believing wholly in one over the other will lead to lies.

Mind vs. body, Neural Communication

by Lizzie (’14)

What, in fact, is the difference between the mind and brain? If all our thoughts and feelings are controlled by our axons firing or not, do our thoughts go beyond the chemical? Is visceral even a real thing when all that there is, what feels visceral, is a direct link to neurotransmitters breaching the synaptic gap?

I have no opinion either way. You could convince me that all mind is brain and I would accept that and be very sad because even if what has been said to me is true, the fact that I am nothing but a victim to neurons and brain tissues invalidates all that I’ve ever felt. Yet, I could still be convinced other wise. The brain is just the oil that keeps the machine running but it is not the machine, the mind is. Neurotransmitters are the space where the intangible becomes a bodily function and thus interpretable. It is not what makes up a mind but it is the mind’s access to the physical world and nothing more than that.

However, the logical part of my brain is moving toward the former conclusion. I know that even as I am writing this, my fingers pressing the typewriter keys, words forming and thoughts becoming coherent, it is only the work of millions of neurons firing. My excitatory signals are surpassing the threshold of my nerves and thus action potential has been created. Am I nothing more than that? But if that is all I am aren’t I not still a person who can feel and love and hate? Yes, there are chemicals that dictate these feelings but they are still feelings, perhaps even more real because science can prove them chemically.