T.B.D.

To Be Deadly.

To Be Desperate.

To Be Disastrous.

To Be Determined...

(To Be... Asian? Please tell me it doesn't stand for that...)

I guess this is going to be one of those infamous entries where only 2 or 3 people know what the fuck I'm talking about. And I'll do little here to make this more accessible. But really, this is for my own sake...

I REJECT THE BAIT.

It's futile. Looking over your shoulder, taking measurements on the pissing contest.

I cannot build a career based on revenge. Not a creative career, at least. It's a ruinous pursuit. It will never, ever end. Do you hear me?

There is a difference between completely shutting out the world and wearing blinders. I need to remain focused.

I made a conscious decision to separate myself from the Asian-American theater community a while ago. I've got some strong opinions about what they've been doing over at Ma-Yi for the past several years... but ultimately... it doesn't concern me.

It doesn't pertain to me.

That world. Those people. It's useless to get worked up over an Asian-American frat-club posturing—absurdly—as an up-and-comer playwright circle. Whose collective talent pool would be more aptly described as a talent cesspool. Must be hard to stay clean when you're always knee-deep in shit.

Vitriol aside... the truth is, they probably need each other. That insulated little back-patting community. There's comfort to be had in a ghetto. And if I were weaker, I guess I would take solace amidst the numbers.

But I know what I'm capable of.

You know what I'm capable of.

I am determined to reject the noise and keep focused on my own work.