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Borg w- textChristopher Borg – Actor, director, dialect coach, and back-up vocalist, Christopher Borg acts busy but he’s been seen wasting time doing stand-up at the legendary Comic Strip Live as well as Jimmy’s No. 43. A fan of the Neo-Futurists for many years, Borg was accepted into the group recently by promising sexual favors (which no one has even requested yet!)

The founding member of improv groups: Group X in Washington, DC and Show Your Teeth in Salt Lake City, Borg mostly exercises comedic muscles in the theatre; New York Credits include Modern Living for LaMaMa, Etc. Penny PennyworthMr. CompanyThe Gay Naked PlayLean Love CityJob Strikes Back, and Night of the Beansnake for Emerging Artists Theatre; A Perfect Relationship (2003 OOBR Award) and What The F**K? (2003 OOBR Award) for TOSOS II; The Sabbath Queen for Storahtelling, Bury The Dead for the Stage Door Acting Ensemble, Nothing for Ontological Theatre, The Crackwalker at Soho Rep., and My Alice for Esperance Theatre Co. Regional Credits include the critically acclaimed solo The Only Thing Worse You Could Have Told Me at Church Street Theatre in Washington, DC, Shakespeare’s R&J at The Folger Shakespearean Theatre, DC., Bent for Washington Shakespeare Co., Pterodactyls and Ruthless for The Source Theatre Co., Gross Indecency for the Studio Theatre, Raised in Captivity for the Woolly Mammoth Theatre, during 2 Seasons at The Shakespeare Theatre at the Lansburgh Borg appeared in School for ScandalTaming of the Shrew (playing Kate in Act I!) and Henry IV Parts I & II among many others. At Pioneer Theatre Company he appeared in The Grapes of Wrath , Henry V , and The 1940’s Radio Hour.

Borg was seen at Cannes as “Paul” in film festival favorite What are the Odds , sings & plays the shaker with the band “Utah Mafia” and received training at the University of Utah ‘s Actor Training Program and the Acting Fellowship at The Shakespeare Theatre at the Lansburgh.

A big proponent of Independent theatre he proudly donates time to the New York Innovative Theatre Awards – celebrating Off-Off-Broadway and building this rich and diverse community. Borg couldn’t do it all without the help of his trusted right-hand man for the past 11 years, Desmond.

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Ashley Brockington

Ashley is proud to say that she is susceptible to cults and that she learned to read watching Sesame Street because her parents were busy. She knows where the Fountain of Youth is and bathes nude in its waters every full moon. She will never tell you where it is. It’s in New Jersey. Not sure where she was born, Ash remembers crisscrossing the country with her older sibling and thinking that airline stewardesses (in the 70’s, that’s what they were) were the most beautiful people on earth. She knows now that the most beautiful people on earth are the Neo-Futurists.

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Nessa Norich

Nessa is a Brooklyn-based theater artist devoted to the creation of innovative and challenging new works and forms of performance. Her work spans styles and mediums, including site-specific Shakespeare, political satire, documentary theater, immersive events and live concerts. Whichever form she chooses to explore, her primary interest is in the transcendental and ritualistic function of the theatre.

Nessa has collaborated on over a ten original works of theater internationally, at such notable venues as, the British Film Institute, the Battersea Arts Center & the Southbank Center in London, The Louvre in Paris and Joe’s Pub, Ars Nova, 59E59 and Dixon Place in New York City. She has been teaching and coaching acting and movement since graduating Lecoq 5 years ago.

She is also co-founder of Pantheon Presents – an event production company that designs inclusive and healing spaces to dance. Their latest project, Shine On in Schools, brings these spaces to public elementary schools in the Bronx. She is thrilled to be a New York Neo-Futurist!!

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Rayne Harris 

I think Bios are weird. So attached you will find the only diary entry I have written as an adult that is just a way for me to find a cool format for facts and stuff – and to avoid the task.

Dear Diary,

Today was normal. I woke up later than planned, typical. I brushed my teeth as I tend to do at least twice a day. I walked to the coffee shop I frequent to see the cute boy that works there. He decided not to come to work today and I don’t even drink coffee so here I sit typing this bio and freezing outside of the comfort of my own room for no reason. I called my mom and she talked to me for 30 minutes and I know that will be the first of at least five calls between us today. She is back home in Mississippi but we talk an extremely unhealthy number of times to feel close. My whole family and I are like that… whatevs… there are worse things (like that fact that I used whatevs in a sentence).

I like talking more than I like writing. I like singing more than I like talking. I like sleeping more than all of the above. I like lists – especially when I check things off of them. Like writing this bio, it was on my to do list, so was therapy. After this I can check them both off.

That seems like enough for now,


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Katy-May Hudson

Katy-May Hudson was birthed around the same time as the Moonwalk, on the sunny shores of Sydney Australia; The land of Jacaranda trees, exemplary gun laws and where the word fanny references a vagina rather than a backside.

Katy-May’s performance career began at 2.5 years of age, when she would wait for her grandmother, Bertha-May, to head to the latrine. It was then that KM would nefariously acquire the somewhat immobile BM’s walking apparatus, and assume it as a microphone for her story retellings and recitals of little known song/dance routines. The greatly immovable BM would sit and gaily applaud as a singular audience member, much to the delight of junior KM, sometimes for hours. Or at least until a family member returned home to relieve her of this duty.

It was during this time that KM was appointed with the nickname ‘Sarah Bernhardt’, (Sarah Bernhardt, the great one-legged stage actress of the 19th century, not to be confused for Sandra Bernhard, sassy stand-up current day comedian) and also developed a fondness for misappropriated props. This kind of blatant exhibitionism continues today, which is why KM avidly practices self-doubt, neurosis and awkward interchanges to maintain balance and stay grounded in the precarious yet glorious world of the performing arts.

For more on KM:

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Daniel Isaak Mirsky*

*with additional notes

• 4½ T eternal flame

• 1 cup mortal coil

• ¾ cup vodka

• Pinch of sugar

• ¼ tsp. Baltic Sea salt

• 6 never ending questions

• 3½ cups milk


Put 3½ tablespoons eternal flame in a loving womb and cook over medium heat, swirling the womb until the eternal flame combusts and turns a bright golden maroon. Remove the womb from the heat and spoon off the golden light; discard the sediment. The light is cool. Touch it. It won’t burn you, yet.

Whisk together the mortal coil, vodka, sugar, and Baltic Sea salt in a large bowl just until combined. Whisk in the eternal golden light, followed by the 6 never ending questions and the milk. For convenience, pour the vessel into a pitcher with a spout. Cover the vessel with organic biodegradable clear wrap and refrigerate for at least 1 hour or, preferably, 9 months.

Set a large plate or a small baking sheet close to the stove and line it with clear wrap. Heat a 6- to 8-inch nonstick skillet or sauté pan over medium-high heat. In a separate pan, (not in the microwave,) melt 1 more eternal flame. Gently stir the vessel just to bring it together again.

Swirl a few drops of the golden light over the bottom of the hot pan. Lift the pan off the heat and pour in about 2 tablespoons of vessel, tilting the pan and swirling the skin so that it covers the bottom of the pan in a very thin, even layer. Return the pan to the heat and cook the vessel until it almost starts to bubble on top. Do not let any bubbles pop! Run a blunt knife or spatula around the edge of the skin, then lift the vessel up with your fingers and flip it over. Cook the second side for only about 20 seconds. Transfer the finished Mirsky vessel to the womb and repeat the process, dotting the pan with eternal light and gently stirring the skin on top of layers, until you’ve used all the vessel—you should have about a full Mirsky skin. Let the Mirsky cool.



• 1 wolf spirit

• 2 dime bags

• Finely grated zest and juice of 1 heart

• Salt and freshly ground pepper

• 1¼ lb. thinly sliced man flesh

• 1 3½-oz. (100-gram) persistence & perseverance


Stir together the wolf spirit, weed, heart zest, and heart juice; season with salt and pepper.

Put one vessel on the plate that you will be serving the Mirsky on. Spread the skin with some of the wolf spirit mixture. Add a layer of the man flesh over the wolf spirit and top with another skin. Repeat the layering until all of the vessel, wolf spirit, and man flesh have been used. Finish with some hair on top. (At this point, the Mirsky can be frozen, wrapped tightly in organic biodegradable clear wrap, for up to 2 weeks. Defrost in the crib before adding the persistence.) Spread a thin layer of perseverance on top. Refrigerate for at least 1 hour before serving. Or for a more professional appearance, dress the finished Mirsky in a fine suit, then use a jewish doctor to trim off the tip. Use a table saw to cut into wedges.

*Additional notes:

Daniel Mirsky is the only U.S. native born member of his family.  Daniel learned this at a young age and immediately began campaigning for his 2028 presidential election. VOTE MIRSKY! As a child Daniel broke apart all of his toys, usually with a hammer, so that he could build new motorized toys from their parts. Once when spending the night at his physicist grandmother’s, he asked her not to read him a bedtime story, but rather explain to him the mechanics of a nuclear chain reaction. Daniel slept very well that night. After completing university at Texas A&M, where he was first introduced to and enamored by the work of the Neo-Futurists, Daniel set off to NYC, where he became a greenpeace toting chugger while working as an actor, collaborator and artist.

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Connor Sampson

A Comprehensive List of Things Connor Would Do for a Klondike Bar:

1.) Pay market price.

If you are interested in speaking to Connor, take a moment now to fall asleep. He’s waiting in the forest next to the friendly clown that either fell asleep eating that bag of potato chips, or is fully in a coma. Let me know what Connor says, though. I’m especially interested in what he thinks his bio might be. Hurry. Hurry before it all burns down.

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Cara Francis

Things I am afraid of: cancer, having to poop really bad in public, the bus, raisins, monocles, old barns, jolly ranchers getting permanently stuck to my teeth, remembering the mean rich kids from school, remembering the mean rich kids from church, gristly bits in hamburgers, flies, flies, flies, flies, FLIES, THERE IS A FLY IN HERE, rage, the deep ocean, guns, my cat, the pope, facebook, indifference, fear. I am afraid there is too much fear.

Things I am not afraid of: Everything else. Beauty. Experiments. Karma. Pointy Breasts. Algebra. Quart Containers. Pie. Stained Glass. Otters. Sherpas. Terrorists. The Cloud. The Government. Plantains. Lions. Snakes. A Vengeful God. You. I am not afraid of you.

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Aya Aziz

Aya is a palindrome.

Aya is everywhere.

“Ayyyyya!” is surprise!

“AY!” “AHHHHH!” is frustration.
“AY! Ay! Ay! Ay-Ah!” is stubbed toes.

“Ayyyyyyyyyyyyaaaa lele lemmbrrrp brrrrrrrrrrrpff” who knows. It came from a small child.

Aya is a sacred name. (Technically.) Aya doesn’t fast for Ramadan so…so much for that.

Aya should fast for Ramadan. It’s like the one virtuous holiday. Come on, Aya.

You can follow her music and musings on soundcloud at,

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Christopher Loar

Christopher has been writing, performing, directing and designing theater with The New York Neo-Futurists since 2009. He adapted, directed and sometimes performs in “The Complete & Condensed Stage Directions of Eugene O’Neill, Volumes 1 & 2” which received two Drama Desk Award Nominations as well as national and international tours. Also with NYNF: “Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind [30 Plays in 60 Minutes]”, “On The Future”, “Soft Hydraulics” and “MUTE”. He has performed and / or presented work at PS 122/Coil Festival, The Public Theater’s Under The Radar Festival, Richard Foreman’s Ontological-Hysteric Theater, New York Theater Workshop’s Suspect Studios, The Tank, Fringe NYC, Abrons Arts Center and The Brick. Christopher also works with interdisciplinary dance company LEIMAY and created sound and music for “Becoming Corpus” which premiered at the Brooklyn Academy of Music. He also does improv at various places around the city with his team, APOSTROPHE.  Sometimes, he has been on the TV and he also makes short films. He is a member of Lincoln Center Theater Directors Lab. Training: San Francisco State University, RADA, Circle in the Square Theater School, UCB. Check him out

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ColinBWColin Summers


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Krystal Seli

“If ever in doubt, take your right palm and face it towards the sky. Wait for rain, try to catch it.  If it does not come, you may cry. Tears may fall on your palm and you might say to yourself, oh look, it’s water, let’s drink. DO NOT DRINK. It is not water. Believe that it is the last of your amniotic fluid. That it sourrounded your eyes and nubby fingers and feather thick skin. That it was witness to your first food and first love (the sounds of your heartbeat syncopated with mothers). That it was witness to your first dreams, the ones you can’t remember and don’t make sense. The ones that make you panic. The ones that kept you safe.

If ever in doubt, do not drink.


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MegBWMeg Bashwiner

30 Megs in 60 seconds:

Meg is a second daughter of a second daughter.
Meg is a sister.
Meg is vaccinated.
Meg is a three letter word.
Meg is an intricate and temporary whiskey glass.
Meg is allergic to most things.
Meg is an exceptional driver.
Meg is a smoker quitter.
Meg is a lover of fine cheeses.
Meg is a swimmer.
Meg is a maker of delicious meatballs .
Meg is an aries.
Meg is a writer.
Meg is a person who talks on podcasts.
Meg is an avid fan of sleep.
Meg is a word that rhymes with egg.
Meg is from New Jersey.
Meg is in love.
Meg is shacking up with her boo in Brooklyn.
Meg is taking the moment.
Meg is making the most of it.
Meg is 90% water.
Meg is a person who fears change.
Meg is short for Megan.
Meg is a person who falls down… a lot
Meg is a registered democrat.
Meg is gem spelled backwards.
Meg is terrified by snakes.
Meg is going to do a show for you.
Meg is a Neo Futurist.

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CecilBWCecil Baldwin –  can cure his pathological speech impediment through confidence alone. Cecil wears a large oven-mitt suit to work and is risky, risky, risky. Cecil doesn’t even care about the money but he does take part in joyous dance numbers. Cecil will destroy your brain with a silver fire extinguisher before you even know what he’s up to. Cecil’s Boston accent could be described as “shaky at best.” Cecil probably wouldn’t ride a public bus in L.A. either. BLAM—Cecil’s gonna knock you out. Cecil (son of Cecil, son of Cecil, heir to the Baldwin throne) finally returned that ring he carried around, like, forever. Cecil looks killer in a bob haircut and bugle beads. Cecil is almost positive he did not imagine winning that Nobel Prize for Economics. Cecil wonders, “ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!?” Cecil prizes his collection of Nazi tableware and video-recorded garbage caught in the wind. Cecil, doff thy name, and for that name, which is no part of thee, take all myself. Cecil’s heart will go on, and on, and on…. Cecil has been known to convalesce overlooking the rolling hills of Tuscany. Cecil’s rallying cry makes you forget the fact he’s wearing a plaid skirt. Cecil wishes he could turn into a bird and fly far, far away. Cecil’s little, red raincoat still couldn’t save him in the end. Cecil thought he was dead, but later found out he was just in Nebraska. Cecil puts the lotion in the basket, or else he gets the hose again. Cecil keeps putting his fingers on his head like horns and showing you his butt. For goodness’ sake, Cecil just wants to go to the Piggly Wiggly! Cecil illegally counts cards (but it’s totally fine, ‘cause he doesn’t really know what he’s doing anyway). Cecil just wants to know what’s happening on the other side of that damned wall! Cecil humps three clicks to find Charlie—but finds himself instead. Cecil is not from Mother Africa, but he will one day return to her. Too many notes, Cecil, too many notes. Cecil will always be laughing through the tears, not the other way around. Cecil will walk all the way to the sea if he has to. Cecil will only run in slow motion. Cecil is everyday people. Cecil calmly makes french toast…. Yummm, french toast.

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DanBWDan McCoy

1975: Breathe.
1976: Walk.
1977: Words. Star Wars. Brother.
1978: Affinity for cats.
1979: Rocks can be toys. Toys can be food.
1980: Volcanic ash. Goats abound.
1981: Reading, more words. Adventures in film.
1982: Ms. McBroom’s trailer, or at least the forest behind it, is haunted. Ghost hunter.
1983: On stage at last: shepherd. Divorce.
1984: Move. Claw-foot tub.
1985: Challenger. Re-marry. First wedding I’m in is my parents’.
1986: Back to Portland. “Don’t do drugs.”
1987: First published story. First girlfriend. Yikes.
1988: Metallica. Dance instead of P.E.
1989: High school. Barely cracking 100lb. Already cracking a beer.
1990: Experiments in hetro-sexuality. And in theatre.
1991: Experiments in Mary Jane. And in songwriting.
1992: Breathe.
1993: Graduate. Bass monster in local indie band. No, for real.
1994: Community college. Experiments in higher ed.
1995: R&M. Tygre’s Heart. First homo encounter.
1996: Coffee-boy by day, theatre rat by night.
1997: Rinse and repeat.
1998: LA. First stall on the 101.
1999: Cheapo sci-fi movies in Burbank pay the bills.
2000: Y2K: WTF? Adventures in rave.
2001: Elephant Theatre. Habits starting to form. Explosions heard from another coast.
2002: First play produced. Five minutes of hilarious. Chasing that bitch ever since.
2003: Breathe.
2004: More plays. More acting. More everything. More! More!
2005: I am a fundraising professional. Is that not grand? Last cigarette.
2006: NYC. After one visit.
2007: Crosstown Playwrights. 2ST. Much to do, much to see.
2008: Buy me a drink.
2009: NYNF and…?

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jeffreyJeffrey Cranor

In the first paragraph, Jeffrey tells you a bit about himself: where he grew up, why he’s here, what living in New York is like. It’s not dissimilar to the traditional journalistic lede (5 Ws and an H).

Next, he delves into some of his previous stage experience and then follows that up with a witty quip befitting a tongue-in-cheek bio.

This part of the bio the longest and most detailed.

Finally, Jeffrey wraps it all up with a neat button that covertly encourages you to see Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind.

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adamAdam Smith

(baptised 16 June 1723 – 17 July 1790 [OS: 5 June 1723 – 17 July 1790]) was a Scottish moral philosopher and a pioneer of political economy. One of the key figures of the Scottish Enlightenment, Smith is the author of The Theory of Moral Sentiments and An Inquiry into the Nature and Causes of the Wealth of Nations. The latter, usually abbreviated as The Wealth of Nations, is considered his magnum opus and the first modern work of economics. Adam Smith is widely cited as the father of modern economics.[1][2]

Smith studied moral philosophy at the University of Glasgow and Oxford University. After graduating he delivered a successful series of public lectures at Edinburgh, leading him to collaborate with David Hume during the Scottish Enlightenment. Smith obtained a professorship at Glasgow teaching moral philosophy, and during this time wrote and published The Theory of Moral Sentiments. In his later life he took a tutoring position which allowed him to travel throughout Europe where he met other intellectual leaders of his day. Smith returned home and spent the next ten years writing The Wealth of Nations (mainly from his lecture notes) which was published in 1776. He died in 1790.

also, i like jumping high fives.

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jillJill Beckman

1. Q: Mineral?
A: No.
2. Q: Animal?
A: Yes.
3. Q: Bigger than a bread-box?
A: Yes
4. Q: Is it a human animal?
A: Yes.
5. Q: Is this person male?
A: No.
6. Q: Female?
A: Yes.
7. Q: Hmmm… Is she an average white girl from the suburbs?
A: Well, I don’t know about average, but yes.
8. Q: Did she grow up angst-ridden in a town that didn’t
understand how different she was?
A: Yes.
9. Q: Was that town buried deep in the heartland?
A: Sort of. Yes.
10. Q: Did her parents provide protective boundaries, while
at the same time nurturing her individual experience?
A: Oh yes. Absolutely.
11. Q: Did she one-day leave the comforts of home for a major
urban center?
A: Yes.
12. Q: As one child-hood friend after another settles down
with spouse and kids and home-ownership and career, does she
ever look back with a pang of regret from her ivory tower of
independent womyn-hood and wonder what might have been?
A: Ummmm…yeeeeah…sometimes.
13. Q: Is she a “good person?”
A: Well, yes, she certainly tries to be.
14. Q: Does she experience guilt in relation to her
A: I don’t…wow. Yes. I guess she does.
15. Q: Did her family work hard to provide her with the best
education at a prestigious university –
A: Yes –
Q: – for which she repays them by scraping by on an
income just above poverty level in a shithole in Greenpoint,
just so she can maintain her “integrity”?
A: Yes – Jesus! Wait… are you psychic?
16. Q: Has she grown cynical?
A: No!
17. Q: Are you sure? It kind of sounds that way.
A: Well…sometimes, but no way. She’s always felt lucky.
18. Q: But does she feel happy?
A: Uhhh… well, that one’s a little trickier, but I would say:
mostly, yes.
19. Q: Did she once go bowling with “Weird Al” Yankovic
at 3:00 in the morning on the west side of Chicago?
A: Yes.
20. Q: Hmm… This is a tough one. Is it you?
A: Could be.
Q: Yeah, I guess it really could be anybody.

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Yolanda Wilkinson

Yolanda has finally come to her Neo-Futuristic home, from the wilderness of being a failed dog walker, window dresser and foot messenger. Being Ron Jeremy’s oldest daughter isn’t an easy life to lead, but she does it with heart. She is a former born again Christian that worked for Pat Robertson until he fired her for being brazen.

The dichotomy in her life, having a father with a famous large penis and being a clasp in the Bible belt, has created an artist. By day, once you go through the metal detectors, you will find her teaching teenagers and inmates leadership skills and alternatives to violence. At night you find her on stage somewhere. She transforms at dusk and dawn. Below are more facts about her in the “personal ad” genre.

I’m from the south

I’m a Zelig, I imitate my atmosphere

Never been outside of the Northern hemisphere

Taurus Sun, Gemini Moon, Aquarius Rising

Loves laughing and sweating

I’m a World Citizen

I eat almost all cuisines

When I listen to my MP3s…

Prince to Patsy Cline

Mozart to Tupac

My last three boyfriends

Were a Mormon, a Jew, and Buddhist

I’ll read anything that’s good:

David Sedaris

Toni Morrison

Neil Gaiman

My blood type is B-positive

I remind myself of that anytime I feel down or tired. Selectively health conscious,

I don’t eat pork or beef

But sometimes I’ll eat Oreos or smoke weed.

I’m a fruitfly and a reformed flake

Controlled hedonist

Independent democrat

Realist optimist “sourceress”, Jesus freak.

A dog person that likes cats

Good in a crisis

Been through hell and I don’t want to go back.

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ryanRyan Good

Ryan Good is the tallest of the New York Neo-Futurists.

Ryan has lofty goals for himself and the Neo-Futurists. He envisions them becoming giants in the downtown theatre scene, selling out big houses. When he closes his eyes, Ryan sees the entire troupe soaring, elevated hundreds of feet above Manhattan on the wings of a large bird of an unspecified species. In college, Ryan did inhale and he got very high.

Ryan has now (semi)successfully used every word listed in his thesaurus for tall in the above paragraph. He’s a little upset by the rather dated Bill Clinton reference he closed with, especially in times when there are current politicians so much more worthy of textual spitballs. However, he is rather happy with the image of the large bird.

In other, more applicable news, Ryan Good grew in stature, went to school occasionally, and consumed cheese in the state of Wisconsin from near birth until 2005. He then moved to New York to pursue a career in the theatre as a writer and actor. But some mornings he wakes up and just wants to make a project album of folk songs about the demise of his last relationship using aliens as the overarching metaphor. Other mornings he wakes up to NPR. Ryan requests that you don’t ask him about William Shakespeare, Shostakovich, early British shock theatre, one of the two Neutral Milk Hotel albums, or the short-lived TV series Undeclared unless you are prepared to hear how ingenious they are.

A final thought: Ryan was once told that you can tell a lot about a person’s inner soul by the order they rank the main characters of Seinfeld from most to least favorite.

Kramer, George, Elaine, Jerry.

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Eevin Hartsough

Eevin has been acting professionally since the age of four with a couple of long stretches off to go to Vassar and, later, pursue some other interests. Other interests did not hold Eevin’s interest and she is thrilled to add Too Much Light to her resume which also includes credits such as Hellen Keller in The Miracle Worker (Roundabout Theater), Agnes in A Bright Room Called Day (Vassar College Experimental Theater), the title role in Presumed Retarded (Manhattan Theater Source), a white-trash ghost in Cockfighters (Oberon Theater Co.) and the perky girlfriend of a government assassin in Many ‘Cides (Prospect Theater Co.). Eevin lives in Manhattan where she also enjoys producing radio and bollywood dancing.

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Jacquelyn Landgraf

Jacquelyn was first wowed by the Neo-Futurists when she was in eighth-grade, and an older boy whom she had a crush on took her to see Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind, a gamble considering she’s not that into babies. Upon entering the theater, she was asked her name. Although she explicitly spelled it out for a cast member wielding a marker, appallingly she was handed a nametag that read, “Hello. My name is INDIFFERENT.” Her boy crush’s tag read “Hello. My Name is HUCKLEBERRY.” Regrettably, after that night, no more sparks flew between Indifferent and Huckleberry, and shortly after he disappeared from her life forever (something about river-rafting and a Negro friend…) However, Landgraf never quite got over being christened as “Indifferent” at such a young age by an anonymous actor who never even asked about her hopes and dreams, yet dared to judge her. And so then and there she made it her mission to someday herself become one of those damned Neo-Futurists, so to transcend her nametag, and prove that she, in fact, was not “Indifferent,” but “Undifferent,” or better yet, that she is—yes—“Jacquelyn Landgraf!!” sounding her barbaric yawp over the rooftops of anyone who’ll listen.

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ericaErica Livingston

Erica Livingston is a really nice little bird from the south who enjoys telling you way more than you wanted to know about her life. Here’s a few things: she’s adopted, has ovarian cysts and doesn’t like birthday cake. Her first paid acting gigs were directed by her grandmother who would pay her a dollar to cough around her father when he smoked in the hopes that he would one day quit. And he did! She’s good at poker, banana pudding, and making things with felt. She’s inspired by Martha Stewart, Dolly Parton and Ingrid Bergman. She thinks it’s very polite of you to have read this whole thing. Thank you.

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laurenLauren Sharpe

Lauren Sharpe is an actor, improviser, dancer and clown who recently made the move from Chicago to NYC. While in Chicago, Lauren performed site-specific spectacles with Redmoon, also appearing in “The Golden Truffle” and “The Princess Club.” Lauren has also worked with The Chicago Neos and has written for/performed in “Roustabout: The Great Circus Train Wreck!,” “Picked Up” and “Fake Lake,” a play performed in and around a Chicago Park District pool. She is a member of Barrel of Monkeys, a company that teaches writing workshops in public schools. By day, Lauren can be found clowning in children’s hospitals with Big Apple Circus Clown Care.

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aliciaAlicia Chaisson

Alicia spent most of her life in Lincoln County, Missouri where her giant extended families don’t really understand her, but love her anyway. They really do. Her favorite animal is the chinchilla. She wanted one ever since she was 3 and saw them on Sesame Street’s Creature Feature. She got one for her 17th birthday and named it Grendel after the monster in Beowulf. Which was sort of ironic since she always pictured Grendel as a giant Gremlin.

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connorConnor Kalista

1972 – First haircut completed without incident 1973 – Birth of sister 1974 – Bananas enjoyed for last time 1975 – Meets best friend, Matt 1976 – Decides to trust maternal grandfather after day spent at zoo 1977 – Fall in love with (chases) Anna, a kindergarten classmate 1978 – Draws a mouse’s house on a plate for art class 1979 – Plan to dress as Jawa for Halloween scrapped due to height 1980 – Python escapes from local zoo, found in neighbor’s back yard 1981 – Birthday cake shaped like football despite a lack of interest in the sport 1982 – Secures first acting role as Templeton the Rat in school production of Charlotte’s Web 1983 – Considers double-feature of Empire Strikes Back and Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan highlight of life thus far 1984 – Reads 1984 1985 – Buys and wears ugliest shirt he will ever own 1986 – Perfects sliding down staircase on foam, fold-out chair 1987 – Loses wallet (a birthday gift) day after birthday 1988 – Advanced Trigonometry 1989 – Hides in closet at friend’s house during failed attempt to have party 1990 – Has photo taken next to llama and goat in Oklahoma 1991 – Helps roommate hide in dorm room closet to avoid ROTC duties 1992 – First snowball fight 1993 – Attends Secretaries Karaoke Night at Holiday Inn in Lubbock, TX 1994 – Stays awake for 70 hours, a personal best 1995 – Gets lost somewhere between York and Leeds 1996 – Mops 5,000 square feet of dance floor at honky-tonk 1997 – Drives 1,200 miles in 36 hours 1998 – Considers visit to Iwatayama Monkey Park in Kyoto highlight of life thus far 1999 – Has photo taken next to llama and goat in Wisconsin2000 – Consumes first hot dog in over a decade 2001 – First DVD purchase: Raising Arizona 2002 – Directs first opera 2003 – Purchases luxurious feather pillow 2004 – Receives New York Public Library Card 2005 – Followed by an English Blackbird during entire 15-minute walk around village in SW England 2006 – Updates bio

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gregGreg Allen

Greg Allen is the Creator of “Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind” and Founding Director of The Neo-Futurists.  Although most of his time is spent creating Neo-Futurist works in Chicago, he has managed to venture out to join The New York Neos from time to time since he started up the New York company in April of 2004 with John Pierson. He has had other full-length productions premiere in NYC as well, including “The Last Two Minutes of the Complete Works of Henrik Ibsen”, “Jokes and Their Relation to the Unconscious”, “My Father, The Chair”, and his adaptation of Kafka’s The Trial called “K.” which won him the Best Director Award in Fringe NYC in 1997.  His co-production with Theater Oobleck, “The Complete Lost Works of Samuel Beckett As Found In An Envelope (partially burned) In A Dustbin In Paris Labeled ‘Never to be performed. Never. Ever. EVER! Or I’ll Sue! I’LL SUE FROM THE GRAVE!!!,’” has had four runs in NYC alone and was picked as one of the ten shows to be remounted by the New York Fringe as one of their best productions of the decade.  Greg teaches Neo-Futurism at the University of Chicago and Actors Theatre of Louisville and in residencies all over North America.  He lives in Chicago with his son Noah and daughter Simone.

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kevinKevin R. Free

I have always wanted to belong to something, so I jumped at the opportunity to join the New York Neo-Futurists. For a long time (a little over 38 years), I’ve been a member of the African-American community, but my affinity to country music constantly puts my membership in jeopardy. I am spared the chopping block because of my lack of knowledge of the music of The Beatles.

When I was a child, I wanted to belong to Menudo or the Drummond Family on “Diff’rent Strokes.” Unfortunately, national talent searches never reached me in not-so-rural North Carolina. To help ease the pain of an ordinary life, in high school I joined the show choir, Key Club, French Club, the Rifle Team, my church youth group, the Drama Club, Perfect Attendance Club, Honor Society, Junior Marshals, and S.A.D.D. I became President of Student Council and a minimum-wage earner at around the same time.

In college, I embraced my blackness by reviving the black theatre organization on campus. It was in the theatre where I embraced my gayness (which has never been in jeopardy).

It was as an adult in New York City when I realized that all of my memberships were either short-term (relationships), risky (Off-Broadway gigs), or sketchy (AEA, SAG, AFTRA). I recalled that I had always belonged to an artistic community, so I decided to commit myself fully to my career, for better or worse. Since then, I’ve committed to my relationship, several teaching artist organizations, the business theatre community, the voiceover world, and FringeNYC. I am also a member of Loretta!,a long-form improv group. I now know the importance of commitment, so as a Neo-Futurist I look forward to playing the race card (because that’s the only way I can keep it).

For more info about my commitments, visit me at

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heatherHeather Kelley

Heather agrees with the frequent observations that she is “tall,” walks “kind of fast,” and is “sort of snobby about books and movies.” She would add to this that her proclivity for pizza and Law & Order re-runs is great, she does not call her mother as often as she should (Sorry, Mom), she still wonders if tollbooth workers are robots (don’t they ever have to go to the bathroom?), and the sight of dollhouses or anything miniature dissolves her in joy. As an actor, Heather has worked with the Shakespeare Theatre of New Jersey, Prospect Theater Company, the Looking Glass Forum, and the Kraine, among others. She has taught mask and physical theatre to elementary and middle-school students in North Philadelphia, as well as led high schoolers throughout the tri-state area in workshops focusing on Shakespeare’s text and language. She holds a BFA in Acting, with Honors, from The University of the Arts, and has trained with the British American Drama Academy, National Theatre Institute, and Pig Iron Theatre Company. Her first play, Fissure, premiered at the 2005 Strawberry Festival in New York, where she currently serves as a contributing editor for the print version of Opium Magazine.

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jennyJenny Williams

I left the UK for America in 2006, armed only with a jar of marmite, 4 mini-cans of Baked Beans and my dreams. Forced to leave my spacious Notting Hill flat, after finding my lover Hugh Grant in our queen-size – mid-shag with his lover Keira Knightley, I hopped a double-decker to the airport with my mother’s (Kristen Scott-Thomas’) words ringing in my ears: “He’s a wanker, a total bloody wanker and you’re best shot of him love”. Alone in my grimy studio apartment in Bed-sty, I stood weeping in my big pants, necking Earl Grey straight from the pot, with only my monocle and the framed picture of Dame Judi Dench for comfort. I thought of the Queen. I felt bad. Then I thought of Prince William. I felt worse. Then I thought of Prince Harry, and continued to think of him for a good 3 and a half minutes, until I felt better. Good enough to stomach a big meat pie, get lashed up on pints of warm lager and look to the future with the stoicism inherent in my nature. Look to your own lives. When you’re down I’m there, cracking one of my brilliant ironic jokes.

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jbJoe Basile

Adventure seeker, chocolate connoisseur, Sagittarian dreamer, organizing madman. At the age of 17, Joe saw TML for the first time and misunderstood the rules. He called out numbers during a play! Learn from his mistake. He loved the performance and hoped one day to do the same. After playing such roles as the Stinky Cheese Man, Warrior #3, an elm tree, Lambchop, lesbian dancer #2, cracked-out drag queen chasing cab, and making his television debut as an inconsiderate sales clerk at Baby World, Joe finally played himself with the Neo-Futurists.

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johnJohn Pierson

John Pierson has been a Neo-Futurist for 11 years. He auditioned and co-taught the original Brooklyn cast.  With the NY neo-futurists he has performed at The Lyceum, the place in the back of the dark bar with the tiny balcony, the place on the small street that was under construction most of the time, and The Kraine.  John Pierson is also known as Jughead the co-founder and guitarist for the seminal pop punk band Screeching Weasel (now defunct).  He is currently playing in his new band Even In Blackouts. Jughead is also know as the writer ian pierce who has penned 15 full length plays and one novel called Weasels In A Box.

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lusiaLusia Strus

Lusia has not written a website bio yet.
She is busy chasing dreams & unicorns ridden by monkeys.
So trust us she is busy and a superstar!

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desireeDesiree Burch

I am not some other girl. I am Desiree Burch. I have spent my life laughing like a bicycle horn. I am built like a small tree. My hair grows up toward the sun. People like to agree with me, because I am most often saying yes. I believe in yes. No is terribly drab.  I grew up in Southern California, in a sorry, suburban-ass place, that remains with me in artistic action and reaction. I lived through a series of best friends and prime-time television shows until (and I guess maybe through) my sophomore year. Then I joined the caravan of drama geeks, and discovered I was a social genius. Finally, rose-tinted glasses in the right prescription. I decided that I didn’t want to know the same people I grew up with, and went off to Yale. Majored in theater, and minored is what David Sedaris would refer to as “Bong Studies.” But then again, I am definitely not running for office anytime soon.  It was here that I picked up a penchant for foie gras, surrealism, wearing daring coats and surrounding myself with throngs of gay men. I say, you only get one shot: live decadently!  By the time I graduated, I was too broke to move home, so I lived off lots of lovely floors and futons around New York City. Now I live in Queens. So we’re movin’ on up. If I made a million dollars tomorrow, I wouldn’t move. Thanks to some deep-seated Bob Vila-like skill, my room has become my rose—I have tamed it.  So now you know: I am both funny ha-ha and funny strange. Which makes me inclined toward things like writing, acting, solo performance and stand-up comedy. Which is what I do, when I’m not all over NYC, stickin’ the truth all up in your face.  One day I’ll be deified. Already, I am a woman, and an Aquarius, which is close. I only hope the world can covet me for all that I am worth. I want sobbing at my wedding and laughing at my funeral. Okay, maybe it all doesn’t have to be that absurd. A Dixieland-style procession through Central Park is fine.

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katrinaKatrina Toshiko

Katrina Toshiko likes the Neo-Futurists. You can find out stuff about Katrina on Facebook. Or you could probably find out stuff about her by doing a Google search.  What you may not find out is that her likes include: fresh fish, biomechanics, having enormous unauthorized crushes the kind that make you hide behind yourself and float like a butterfly and sting like a bee, Jean Pierre Jeunet, popping popcorn in her underwear. Dislikes: slugs unless they’re being burned with salt.  Me, when I pretend I am so bad-ass that I go around killing slugs.

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lindsayLindsay Brandon Hunter

Lindsay joined The Neo-Futurists at roughly the same time another Lindsay Hunter was acquired by the Boston Celtics. This second Lindsay Hunter was described in an article in the Babson Free Press of Babson College, MA as “a player on his last legs.” Lindsay was named after the Bionic Woman, Lindsay Wagner. The year Lindsay Hunter (the Neo-Futurist, not the NBA hoopster) graduated from high school, Lindsay Wagner made the movies “Men Who Hate Women & the Women Who Love Them,” and “Bionic Ever After?” Lindsay looks forward to her golden years with a mounting sense of dread.

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martaMarta Rainer

Marta Rainer has performed her acclaimed one-woman show Unaccustomed to My Name across America and internationally since 2001. She is on the acting faculty at Wellesley College, New Actors Workshop/Antioch University McGregor (her almae matres!) and New York Film Academy. Favorite non-Neo and decidedly illusory roles on stage/in film include: Woman (Laughing Wild), Eva (& screenwriter, Radio Cape Cod), Carol (Oleanna), Sylvia (Sylvia), Sir Andrew Aguecheek (Twelfth Night), Trinculo (The Tempest). Marta has been Assistant Director to Second City founder Paul Sills (Yeats: The Stories of Red Hanrahan), and more recently—satisfying the part of her that holds a B.A. in Russian—on Classic Stage Company’s production of Chekhov’s The Seagull.  Published works include profiles of stonemasons in The Stone Primer (Storey Publishing), and numerous magazine features, including a cover story (Small Room Decorating) on the skinniest house in America!  Marta, a proud founding ensemble member of the New York Neo-Futurists, was active in the company until 2006 – the year the company was honored with the Innovative Theatre Award for Outstanding Performance Art.

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michaelMichael Cyril Creighton

After leaving the Neo-Futurists, MCC did some plays, gained some weight, lost some weight, gained a little more, grew a beard, did a few more plays, some short films and “webisodes”, learned to enjoy Salmon, battled acid reflux, hosted video podcasts for VH1’s Best Week Ever blog and read one (maybe 2) books. Michael is currently doing some plays, gaining & losing weight, growing his beard and then trimming it and growing it back again, enjoying Salmon (every now and then), battling acid reflux and hosting video podcasts. But he’s not reading. That’s boring! Get out there and find MCC online…

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mollyMolly Flynn

Molly is a performance artist, ukulelist, and Russianist. She had the immense privilege of joining the original New York Neo-Futurist company in 2004 and remained an active Neo Futurist until spring of 2006 (though she could still return, so watch out). When not writing, directing, and performing two minutes plays, Molly enjoys exploring the realm of intersections between academia and performance, theory and practice. Well…she may not always enjoy it, but she’s trying. She is a very proud Aunt and lover of Wallace Shawn plays. Other artist that inspire her are Miranda July and Leslie Hall Keeper of the Gem Sweaters. In addition to her work with the New York Neo-Futurists Molly spent three years as a performer/collaborator in the Massachusetts based theatre company Sirius Theatre under the artistic directorship of Stephen Haley, former member of the Polish Laboratory’s International Company. In 2001 Molly travelled to Southern France with the company to work with Enriquè Pardo at his Choreographic Theatre Symposium. Molly has also studied at the St. Petersburg Theatre Arts Academy in St. Petersburg, Russia. She holds a B.A. in theatre and Russian literature from New York University and an M.A. in theatre and performance studies from Brown University.

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omarOmar Telan

You’re in good hands with Omar. Have Omar your way. Omar, take me away. Please don’t squeeze the Omar. The Omar never sleeps. Omar’s what your right arm’s for. When Omar absolutely, positively has to be there overnight. Say Omar with flowers. Beanz meanz Omarz. Snap! Crackle! Omar! Omar lickin’ good. You can break a brolly, but you can’t o-nacker an Omar. Got Omar? It’s Omar time! Just do Omar. Lipsmackin’ thirstquenchin’ acetastin’ motivatin’ goodbuzzin’ cooltalkin’ highwalkin’ fastlivin’ evergivin’ coolfizzin’ Omar. It takes a tough man to make a tender Omar. I liked Omar so much I bought the company. It’s a lot less bovver than an Omar. The UnOmar. Omar’s everywhere you want to be. Breakfast of Omars. You give us 22 minutes, we’ll give you Omar. Let your Omar do the walking.

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regieRegie Cabico

Regie Cabico is a third generation samurai who hails from the state of Maine! Regie is a distant relative of the infamous killer, Elizabeth Bathory, who bathed in her young servant girl victim’s blood in order to stay youthful and beautiful. She would often rip out their eyes with her own two hands, much like the Papin Sisters did to their employers at Le Mans. Incidentally, the Papin Sisters inspired such plays as The Maids and My Sister in This House. Regie has not appeared in either of these, however this may explain Regie’s thirst…but not for blood. For WORDS! And ART! He has been a performer since the age of 1, debuting in the Bus& Truck tour of HurlyBurly. Regie can be seen in the background of several reality television shows, and if you look closely you can read his lips. Often he is muttering about male genitalia and how it should secrete alcohol. He gets a kick out of sneaking his musings past the censorship board.

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sarahSarah Levy

I know why the caged bird sings. I hear America singing. I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America. I think, therefore I am. I think I can. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. I like the nightlife. I like to boogie. I like Ike. I like New York in June. I like to eat apples and bananas. I would like to buy a vowel. I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day. I do not like green eggs and ham. I do not like them, Sam I Am. I can’t believe it’s not butter. I can’t believe I ate the whole thing. I can’t get no satisfaction. I cannot tell a lie. I did not chop down that cherry tree. I did not have sexual relations with that woman. I don’t know why I love you, but I do. I want you so bad, it’s driving me mad. I want my MTV. I want an Oompa Loompa. I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I have a dream. I forgot my mantra. I got jungle fever. I will survive. I did it my way. I got you, babe. I tawt I taw a puddy cat. I see dead people. I say potahto. I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream. I shot the sheriff. I wandered lonely as a cloud. I left my heart in San Francisco. I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country. I do. I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I am not a crook. I am the decider. I am woman; hear me roar. I am an invisible man. I am a rock. I am an island. I am the eggman. I am the walrus. I am a material girl. I am the Alpha and the Omega. I am Spartacus.

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Justin-TolleyJustin Tolley

My horoscope on the day I was asked to be part of the Neo-Futurists in February 2004 captured me very nicely. On that day it read in the New York Free Press:

Leo (July 23-August 22):

“Don’t give too much away. Although in some respects you’re a very private person, only sharing your innermost self with a select few, you are awfully open about much that others might not be so quick to impart to total strangers. Where you draw the line between private and public is constantly shifting. It occasionally veers towards extremes: on one side, people find themselves hard pressed to find out anything real about you; on the other, they may witness more of your inner workings than they’d wish. Since finding an appropriate balance between dorky over-share and alienating stoicism is essential this week, keep close tabs on how much you give of yourself and how much you keep.”
Even though I make a point of reading my horoscope every day, I don’t place much stock in it. I did find it strangely appropriate that day. I was about to be part of the Neo-Futurists, a group hellbent on the personal and timely, and my horoscope told me to watch what I say?!?

With respect to all of the astrological hokum, here are several things about me that you might have known or didn’t care to (keep in mind I’m playing my cards tight):

1) I live in New York in a tiny apartment for way too much money.
2) I was raised in the mountains of Virginia, moved to North Carolina, then Kentucky for a year,
New York for a while, Florida for a few months, and now I’m back in New York City.
3) I have two sisters.
4) I do pick my nose when no one is looking.
5) I don’t have any brothers.
6) I sometimes wear my underwear twice when I’ve run out of clean ones or I don’t wear any at all.
7) I’m an uncle.
8) One of my second favorite movies of all time would be Harold and Maude.
9) I love Peter Sellars, Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton.
10) The last book I read was The Man with a Shattered World by A.R. Luria.
12) I’m in love with the most beautiful woman in the world.

Some of my friends have described me with the following qualities (I think they were just being nice for most of them.):
1) Weird random sense of humor.
2) Reservedness, when you choose to speak it might be something important.
3) Creativity
4) Calm constant quality
5) Keen sense of observation
6) Authoritative
7) Paternal
8) Frank/Direct

When I’m in a bad mood, they’ve said:
1) You say certain things without thinking about them.
2) You’re standoffish/Closed off.
3) You get very short.
4) You move quicker.
5) You unleash without reserve.
6) You’re reclusive.

You really know nothing about me.

Do you?

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chisaChisa Hutchinson

Chisa Hutchinson has decided to abandon herself to the inevitability of people making assumptions about her based on what she looks like. So go ahead. Take a good look at the photo. She is what you think she is.

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claudiaClaudia Alick

Claudia Alick is a black bisexual Buddhist from Missoula Montana. She likes to write stuff like plays and poetry. She doesn’t like talking about herself in the third person but bio’s are usually written that way and Claudia doesn’t want to “make waves”. Please be impressed with her many awards and credits which include a “frutie” from The Fresh Fruits Festival, calling Condoleezza Rice a “house nigger” on HBO’s Def Poetry Jam, rocking a righteous Mohawk in the indie horror film “TerrorMarketers”, and helping Kanye West on his last album. She recently completed her Masters Degree at NYU where she got a special award for smarty-pants book-learning or “academic achievement” as they call it. Her hobbies include string theory, comic books, watching TV, and indulging in her imagination. Claudia supports her lavish lifestyle by freelance writing, guest lecturing at Universities, teaching, and performing for spare change.

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billBill Coelius

Bill has married another Neo-Futurist (Jenny Williams) and will one day create babies that will not be blinded by too much light and rule the country in four year increments.

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ricardoBWRicardo Gamboa – A Biography via Internet Scrapping

“scrapping” according to
1. scrapping (69 up, 5 down)

fighting, physical fight, punching, hand to hand fight
2. scrapping (14 up, 6 down)
the act of taking any item not nailed down, preferably items that can be sold at the scrap yard. i.e. steel, aluminum, copper to make a living

“scrapping” according to Ricardo Gamboa
1. scrapping

that sh*t that white ladies from the Midwest and South do (when they’re not bedazzling jean jackets) to make tricked out photo albums that still have a hand crafted nostalgic feel

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kateBWKate Jones – Who is Kate Jones? It’s an intriguing question and one that cannot be easily answered with a few quips about her life or her demeanor. Because, you see, who are any of us really? Are we the sum of our experiences? Our likes and dislikes? Are we our passport stamps and Darth Tater dolls? Are we our video game consoles and Merchant Mariner Documents? Are we our Karlstad sofas and coaster collections? Are we all of these things, and none of these things at the same time? It is likely that we are carbon-based (unless you’re a phosphorus based being, in which case, drop Kate a note and say hello or whatever it is that your culture uses for a salutation) life-forms (Kate would like to note that she is not a carbon chauvinist and does not mean to offend), but that’s certainly an absurd place to begin a bio. Unless you are a total nerd. Then it might be a good place to end.

Kate Jones is a carbon based life-form.

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Flor De Liz Perez – Excerpts from the fascinating, anxiously anticipated upcoming autobiography by Flor De Liz, “Life, Love, Inappropriate Usage of Mathematical Figures and Verbosity: Pages from my diaries throughout the years”. Please, I invite you to read every single word. Enlightenment follows.

Date: 7/19/95, aged 10
What’s up Di [Diary named after Princess Diana]?

I’ve been very busy this past month. Did you know that my mom, brother and I went to Pennsylvania for a week as soon as school was out? We had fun, then came back. Anyway school was out last year on the 28th. And last Saterday me and Danny, my 6 yr. old, really cool, nosy cousin my aunt, mom me and my brother went to Rye-Playland and went swimming and on really fast rides. This Friday I’m going to ADVENTURELAND with my T x1,000,000 B x1,000,000 F x1,000 Shanequa, Danny, Josh (my lottle bro), my aunt and my mom. And on Saterday, I’m going to go to S.D. [Santo Domingo], my country, by myself, ‘till September. And yes you can go too. I can’t wait to go to the pool and see my numero uno T xinfinity 1,000,000 B xinifinity 1,000,000 F x1,000,000, Lisbeth. Her parent’s and my mom were’ TBF’s when they were kids and they still are! So me and Lisbeth are now. And I know you are thinking about what Cupid did. Well, here is:———- Cupid’s Update———–Mom=<3=Micheal and the regular couples. As for me…I know I vowed not to be boycrazy again ‘till 16 and up but I can’t help it. I’ve only got my eye on Eric. The boy who I think is the CUUUUTEST Boy in school. But, he only sees and likes me as a friend so whats the use liking him. so Besides him I don’t like any other boy. (Yet)

See ya Di,
Your penpal,

P.S.-I’m going to be 11 next year and I’m going to 5th grade. Whoope!
Date: 4/11/99, aged 14

Yo’s Chica,

Whaddup? Nuthin here, besides my protesting having 2 go back 2 school 2morrow. Well, nothing much has really happened since the last time we wrote, except that on the 9th (Fri.), I was chatting w/ Eric (az usual!) +, somehow, we alwayz get on the sub about me <3in him + any other day, I wudda said “W” except that day, I told him it wuz true. He said I messed up everything. I asked how + he said he cudda gotten w/ me. I said cudda/wudda/shudda but didn’t + N E wayz, he’s already gotta girl. I just hope that 1 day (when he’s single) he’ll realize he still likes me. Oh well, in other newz, in about 4 dayz, we gotta b packed + outta here. I still can’t blieve we’re movin! New life, here I come! Oh, + guess what? 2morrow is Eric’s 15th b-day. The only thing 2 make that day complete is 4 him 2 hear my voice! (Just playin’!) Well, I’ve gotsta get 1 sleep so I’ll write my poem lata.

Peace up
Word out!

[High school happened. The years of serial crushing on Eric came to an end. Studied at Bucknell Univ. in PA, traveled abroad and decided that the theatre would be my life. Went to grad school for acting at UNC Chapel Hill in NC. Fell in love. Then back in NYC for acting, confusion, musings, inspiration, drudgery, family, a healthy obsession (read: I have to have one every day) for the 50 cent bags of Dipsy Doodles found at my corner bodega. Eric became engaged…to someone else. That’s ok. Fell out of love. Still seeking that mind-blowing connection. Got a new journal. Wrote the following–]**

Date: 3/19/11, aged 26

It’s my 26th birthday today! My mother tells me I was a very happy baby–calm, easy going, laid back, very advanced (sipping from a straw at 7 months, walking at 9 months). I came into this world with stress and fighting (my mom had to have an emergency C-section because the doctor couldn’t find my heartbeat…my umbilical cord had become emaciated and no blood was flowing through. It was wrapped around my ear AND I was crowning. So I’d begun a fight for life. Literally. A fight to be born and take my place in this world. Then, as they tried to put an oxygen mask on me, apparently I began clawing & pushing them away…stringy little thing. But once I was settled, I slept, & slept, & slept…& ate & ate & ate! I gained 10 lbs in a few months. By the time I was 10 months, I was 22 lbs! Healthy and happy). So though I came in fighting, I took things in stride once I was here. Calm, would try/do anything my mother asked of me (not shy with strangers or anything), appreciated culture (sat silently through concerts at Carnegie Hall) & education (sat through my mom’s psych classes at Queens College). People were surprised at how calm, quiet and adventurous I was. Now, on this day, 26 years after my birth & welcome into this life, I’m reconnecting with the essential me and how I’m taking care of others & myself. NYC is an incredible place . I feel incredible in it…in the rush & rhythms, stop & go, high hopes, sunny days, dark clouds, wrenching, lightening fast, thrilling sea of life that is life in this city and industry. So here we go!

Date: 3/6/12, Tuesday 7:40 am

Hello! Greetings all! Yes-I’m Flor De Liz-one of the Newest Brand Spankingest Neos!!! Family. Lifelong. Crazy challenging! I still remember the first time I saw them…Oct. 13, 2010. Ah yes. I wrote a love letter to the ensemble afterwards, stating how I was simultaneously blown away and warmly enveloped by their energy, enthusiasm, honesty, creativity and love. Frickin’ excited to see what happens next!

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Chris-Photo-872x1024Chris Dippel
Chris is an actor, director, writer, professor, and in his spare time he is a homemaker and full-time father. In the past he has done some stuff, and he is currently planning more stuff for the future. In the meantime, he is here for you if you need him.

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dylanBWDylan Marron

These are all the Best Actress Oscar nominees & winners I can think of in 10 minutes:
Michelle Williams
Rooney Mara
Viola Davis
Meryl Streep*
Glenn Close
Natalie Portman*
Annette Bening
Sandra Bullock*
Meryl Streep
Kate Winslet*
Marion Cotillard*
Hellen Mirren*
Meryl Streep
Felicity Huffman (should have won)
Reese Witherspoon*
Hillary Swank*
Annette Bening
Charlize Theron*
Nicole Kidman*
Renee Zelwegger (should have won)
Halle Berry*
Sissy Spacek
Julia Roberts*
Ellen Burstyn
Hillary Swank*
Annette Bening
Gwyneth Paltrow*
Kate Winslet
Judi Dench
Helen Hunt*
Frances McDormand*
Susan Sarandon?
Others in non-specified years:
Debra Winger
Jane Fonda*
Jodie Foster**

Supporting actress (2 minutes left):
Whoopi Goldberg*
Diane Wiest**
Kim Basinger*
Catherine Zeta-Jones*
Jennifer Hudson*
Melissa Leo

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jessJess Lieder

Long Island raised on the beaches of Montauk. Jess is a magi a healer and free spirit. She cares about you and is making the world a better place one day at a time. You can too. Why not? Really. Why do you too? Go forth and find your way. Theater is one way. Okay. Why are you still reading this you should get to the show already?

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Chie-picChie Morita, Managing Director 2013-2016

After happily losing a bet to Dan McCoy in 2010 about how late moms will stay awake for downtown theater, Chie hopped on the Neo-Futurism train and has ridden it ever since.

Since moving to New York in 2010, Chie has worked with a variety of wonderful companies and ensembles, including Joey Parnes Productions (Vanya and Sonia and Masha and SpikeEnd of the Rainbow, Drama Desk Awards), The Public Theater, Heather Christian and the Arbornauts, Extant Arts Company, Panicked Productions, Ars Nova’s ANT Fest, Fresh Ground Pepper, and, concentrating on producing, casting, and movement. In her free moments, she is also a freelance casting director and producer and is an Associate Artist and resident photographer for UglyRhino. She also occasionally moonlights as an aerial artist.

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yoshi copy yoshi kuroi, Managing Director
, Assitant Managing Director, Technical Collaborator, Intern 2012-2021

yoshi kuroi is spelled in all lower-case letters and as a natural result of having dual citizenship between Canada and the United Kingdom, yoshi is very charming and has bright eyes. In 2007, a group of people who did not know yoshi very well voted that she was the most likely of the group to become involved with the New York Neo-Futurists. The group was not wrong. yoshi has been heavily involved in the performing arts for their entire life, studying at great length: acting, costuming, improvisation, stage combat, stage managing, directing, producing, and writing; whilst also dabbling in lighting design, sound design, set design, dramaturgy, & film.
That one time, yoshi directed J.M. Barrie’s “Peter Pan: The Boy Who Would Not Grow Up” and it was pretty sweet. He’s the hero the Neo-Futurists deserve.
….He’s Batman.

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 SarahLivant_Headshot_IDSarah Livant, Technical Director 2014-2016
Sarah began in Alabama, where she earned her boating license for no reason and has now come to be in New York, where they took away her boating license she earned for no reason.  She studied many things at Sarah Lawrence College and then started stage managing.  Sarah is often surprised she is not as small as she was in 6th grade and one of her greatest personal challenges is learning to speak at a volume loud enough for people to hear her on the first try.  “Don’t forget,” she will tell you, “failure is sometimes more valuable than success.”

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Em Reaves – Emmylou Harris (born April 2, 1947 in Birmingham, Alabama) is an American singer-songwriter and musician. She has released many chart-topping albums and singles over the course of her career, and has won 12 Grammys and numerous other awards. Born in Birmingham, Alabama, Emmylou Harris spent her childhood in North Carolina. In high school she also won a drama scholarship to the University of North Carolina at Greensboro, where she began to study music seriously, learning to play the songs of Pete Seeger, Bob Dylan, and Joan Baez on guitar. Leaving college to pursue her musical aspirations, she moved to New York, working as a waitress to support herself while performing folk songs in Greenwich Village coffeehouses.

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JoeyBWAn experiment…Email your bio to joey[at] and he will post it here:

Leah Thorpe

Leah has parents. Leah has parents who do not support her lifestyle. Leah is co vice president of RPG club at her high school. Leah sings to drown out the voices in her head. Leah plays nine instruments. Leah plays in a marching band. Leah needs to do geometry homework. Leah sucks at math. Leah is almost 15. Leah has been in two musicals, the sound of music and Shrek!, both as an extra. Leah is overweight, but doesn’t care about it. Leah is gay, and loves it. Leah is gender neutral. Leah doesn’t give a fuck. Leah is human.

this is the essence of art.
~the stanley parable

Aziza Bayoumi

Aziza is a girl who lives in Toronto and doesn’t know what she wants or how to get it but she knows something. That something may or may not be how to make a pie graph using a protractor.

Kristen Carbone

Kristen Carbone was Born: Hot-As-Crap, serious
Date of Birth: 9 months after some kick ass Phil loving, donkey kong style

She went on to attend the Prestigious lower school “Sacred Heart” where two of her professors were kicked out for fondling the wee students, but have no fear!  Nay, no fear at all, she was in no way involved (so she says, ahem!).

After her mother removed her from this school she lived in Mexico for reasons unknown, except she came back with astonishing skills at making gorditos in a very short period, her record: 9 seconds!  But don’t eat too many–enough said.  Well, perhaps not enough said, the stuff gives Diarrhea a new name.

Then she came back to Buffalo and went to middle school, hitting puberty
harder than a slap on the butt from this biographer.  Christ Almighty did she hit puberty!  A lot of boys liked her–she didn’t partake in the nookie
because she is not a tard like some of those southerners that we see so often on Ricki Lake.

Then she went to high school.  She won the highschool cross country
championship when “accidentily” entered into the wheel chair competition.  She did so well here that she swam in the special olympics and was the only person to finish the lap–no, I am merely kidding.  If you think I am funny, or cruel, Kristen is much funnier.

Also, the buffalo bills came and watched Kristen during this time in shame
that they couldn’t keep their own eyes on the prize as she could.  The buffalo bills suck, dear readers, as I am sure you know full well.  Especially that Bruce Smith–dude should have taken his original career as dog
psychologist–at least there he would get to touch the red rocket.

At skidmore college she introduced Aliesha to me and promptly we eloped since I am not really her type I had to kidnap her and take her to the harsh glacial region of the French Alps, where we lived under the ice for months and made two sweet babies, both named Kristen, because Kristen simply, essentially, is my Goddess.

Now she works somewhere far away from you and I, but we trust she is okay, at least that is what she says.  Whatever I will have you know about Kristen, there is simply one word to describe her.  Hot.  No, not hot really.
Simultaneous.  No, ok, I’ve got it.  She is “not dumb”.

I wish you and yours all the best and remind you–once and for all–that
Carbone is more man that you will ever be!

Sincerely, utterly, perplexidly,
Mert Menglemier

“What we lack in style, we make up for in obscurity.”
-Tom Stoppard, Rosecrantz and Gildenstern are Dead.

Leah Farmer

Leah is often told that she is a people person, but she is not so sure. She knows she only likes smart people. Dumb people go in the category of cats, and Leah is definitely not a cat person. Leah’s last cat peed in her tub. In the free time that Leah does not have, she enjoys cooking, cleaning, and being barefoot and pregnant. In reality, she has never done any of those things, except at her theatre. Leah mops a mean bathroom and is often pregnant for the sake of improv. Currently she is wearing her hair in a “faux” hawk and is pleased to have a reason to say “faux” on a regular basis. Before this hair cut she had to bring “faux finishes” into conversations very “uneloquently”. Leah wishes that more people tipped well and that it was easier to be a lawyer. Studying for the LSAT is not nearly as interesting as studying for a drinking contest. Leah will accept all challenges to be in drinking contests, even though she is guaranteed to loose. Leah can be found on stage being silly every Thursday night. She is silly the rest of the time too…just nobody pays to see it. If you have a challenge, enjoy improv, or just want to see a bartender catch a water bottle in her cleavage, visit Leah at Whole World Theatre on Thursday, Friday, or Saturday. Remember to tip, because smart people do–and for crying out loud–don’t ask where the bathrooms are, otherwise Leah is going to mail you her cat. He just needs a new home!

Chris Diercksen

Chris Diercksen is a man like many other men. He is, at the time of writing this, and as many other men have been before, around 24 years of age. He has many strengths and many weaknesses. Some of those strengths and weaknesses are evident upon meeting him, such as his ability to get along with most anyone, and his inability to notice when he’s not getting along with someone. He’s from new jersey and doesn’t apologize for it. He’s not of Italian descent and doesn’t think of himself as anything more than American. Chris does a lot of theater in New York City and hopes to do it well enough to someday not have to do anything else with his time. He hopes to get married and have children but doesn’t want to do it just because. He hopes to really love someone enough to make an honest commitment to life partnership. But Chris isn’t ready for that big of a step right now, so don’t ask. He also likes Hockey enough to talk your ear off about it whether you like it or understand it or not. Chris knows how to juggle devil sticks.

Katie Rizzolo

Katie Rizzolo [Joey’s niece] lives in McLean,VA. She has not lived to see much of the world (One other country* other than the US to be exsact [sic]) so she can’t really say much here. She has seen many activities such as chorus, piano, flute, soccer, swimming etc. She is very active and has many trophies, two of which are very large. She is very afraid of natural disasters (terrified).

Josh Jacobs

Josh Jacobs was born in Ohio, but upon realizing that would make him a Cleveland Browns fan was moved to Washington DC before he was one year old and lived there for 25 years. He was appallingly ugly as a child and teenager, and drop dead stunning and brilliant as he got to his mid-20. Josh found he was going to have that annoying girl trouble when he wasn’t ugly and living alone for the prime years of his existence because he never learned how to court women in his youth…

He went to college a lot because he was smart, and still does. At 25, he had a quarter life crisis after he was rejected from being a high school teacher for being “too lectury” so he moved to New York City where he runs housing for a university so he can keep studying. The girl trouble remained in place during the move.

By sheer luck he found TMLMTBGB which, as far as Josh could tell, catered to him as if it was Broadway with a bad case of ADHD. Women like Jacquelyn Landgraf started giving him nametags that told him for that night alone he was Mr. Indifferent for that evening. Jeffrey tried his best but couldn’t stifle his laugh when Josh told him one night that his name was Darth Caedus, which means he is at best a closet geek and anyone else laughing is too. Josh goes to the show once a month or so.

Josh saw Joey’s penis during a play a few weeks back, and as he saw it the first thing that ran through his head was, “Huh, so that’s what Joey’s penis looks like.” It was replaced by the thought that if the field trip of residents of his building he had brought to the show had seen that play Josh probably would have been fired from his job at the housing department where he works. Josh still thinks it was a good play. Josh hopes to one day become a member of the cast and is secretly writing plays to audition with.

Caroline Claflin

Caroline Claflin was born Caroline Alice/Aliss Claflin in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania in the first month of 1987. Upon being born she was promptly swept away to Massachusetts, where she has since lived. Although she doesn’t remember seeing the city of Harrisburg, Caroline imagines it as something like Oz or the rugged mountains of Wyoming.

Caroline–an only child–was given free reign over all of the stuffed animals, afternoon tv programming, and food on the bottom half of the refrigerator without competition or protest. Her social skills lacking, Caroline enjoyed staying at home after school and drawing. At age 7, her favorite things to draw were dragons and cats in dresses. At 20, she prefers drawing large lumpy animals that resemble middle-aged men and people in improperly-fitted clothing.

When she was 7, her ideal occupations included paleontologist, grave digger, and animator.

When she was 10, Caroline was asked to spell her middle name. Her grandmother, Nancy “Gam” Allis Claflin, had come to visit for a weekend and one night, cornered Caroline and her parents in a room. Turning suddenly, Gam asked Caroline how to spell “Allizz” (note: here spelling has been changed to avoid resurgence of debate), the “middle name [they] share”. Despite frantic gestures from her parents, Caroline spelled “A-L-I-C-E”, the way she had been taught. Her grandmother feigned (?) sobs of misery at the tragic misnomer; Caroline has still never heard a stranger sound.

At 17, Caroline first tasted an egg.

At 18, she was accepted to RISD; she now lives in rhode island.

At 19, Caroline set on the career path to become an animator.

She has still not yet dug a grave or discovered a dinosaur.

“Joey” **

Joey was born in Acapulco, but moved to St. Petersburg at a young age. He eventually moved to the states as a teenager, but never quite lost his penchant for canals.

Joey believes that old people don’t know more than young people. He thinks it’s just had a longer time to sink in.

Joey wants to work the land. Joey thinks blood is the best sauce. Joey knows the third step is always, always to profit.

Finally, Joey has a bad case of the fuckits today, so he left his bio up to the whims of a faceless stranger from an unknown land. Joey is impulsive that way. Or curious. Or lazy. He’s never sure which it will be, or which it was at the time. It depends upon the weather. And how he’s feeling. And how much he has to memorize for next week’s show.

Chris Casquilho

Joey believes that less is more, and his favorite five-dollar phrase is “heuristic maxim.” Joey never, ever, ever stores turnips in his golden bowl.

Shami McCormick

Joey was last seen in the title role of the epic dramatization of Bernie Madoff, Made-off which toured the Federal Penitentiary System throughout New York State and Guam. Joey’s mellifluous voice is often heard on radio and television as the voice of Mr. Underpants, “It’s not right unless it’s tight”. Stage credits include Egg in Joe Egg, Nerd in The Nerd, the Corpse in Corpse. In the Japanese Soap Opera, East of Everything, Joey played the evil, western tycoon Sterling Merlot. As a five year veteran of the program, he was charged with murder once (acquitted), put on trial for mail fraud (two years imprisonment), survived three attempts on his life (poisoned sushi, a deranged sumo wrestler, exploding universal remote), and was married seventeen times (three times to the same woman, once to a man posing as a woman, once to his long-lost half-sister). He received the Japanese award for advertising excellence for his role as the spokes-duck for Yo-Yo Pools and Ponds. Joey currently lives outside of New York City with his family. He credits God, Stella and the Japanese Mafia for all the bounties that have come his way.

*This is one more country than the real Joey has ever been to.

**The identity of the author of this bio is unknown, but Joey admires the audacity of anyone (like Chris Casquilho & Shami McCormick) contacting him and choosing to pose AS him.

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robertaBWRoberta Colindrez – is but a wee lass. In fact, she feels like just yesterday she was packing up the u-haul and moving her life to New York City. You see, Roberta was born a mutt in 1986 in Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico to a hard-ass Argentinean mother and the cutest Honduran father ever. It was there Roberta established her lifelong dedication to silent observation- fully participating in parades for schools which she didn’t attend, hanging around groups of people she’d never really talk to, and doing her best to not laugh audibly all the while. But then her family moved to AMERICA. Houston, Texas where she refused to go to school as much as possible until the police had to come a-lookin’ for her at her house. So she went. Every single day from 2nd to 10th grade, when she started skipping alot. In the 4th grade she had sex-ed class in which she pretended to know what all the other girls had already been gossiping and bragging about doing for the past year. The boys were given a condom and she a maxi pad, which she actually used in an act of desperation years down the awkward road to womanhood. In late elementary school, her family again moved. This time to Austin, Texas where Roberta discovered performing. An immediate and irreplaceable relationship began. And so she went on to college and there experienced everything a young girl should. Drugs, sex, music, theatre. Also she received a BFA in Acting. It was awesome. Once graduated, she left behind the easiest and most pleasant lifestyle in Austin and moved to the big apple thing. It wasn’t awesome at first, and then for a while more. But then! Then she discovered the Neo-Futurists and reconfirmed her mission in life. She auditioned, and was accepted. And is now here writing this bio and is f&^%ing thrilled to be doing so! This has all happened in less than one month. How time flies…

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NicoleBWNicole Hill – is in a current state of gestation, she’ll have to get back to you on who she is… In the interim please enjoy a biographical song from the cocoon while you wait…

Such a sober intoxicant, me…

I once walked a straight line down a crooked path while touching my nose to the glass half empty I’d just drunk fully after narrowly breast feeding the entire village it took to raise me, the child who’s got her own…

I’m a gal with great gams, leglessly spiral dancing this straight line down juxtaposition’s pole. Stuffing “dollar-dollar bills yo” down my own damn g-string, making change ere I go…

Yeah, I’m a 150 ft. baby doll and as such, yeah you can see up my dress. I’m bodacious and shy and anatomically correct (although it has to be said I’m in possession of parts with dust on ‘em.) . I once made a daisy chain for my hair out of prepubescent school girls but it didn’t look nearly as cool as I thought. The meaning of life discovered me but I wouldn’t consent to the 25% commission… I still freelance.

Oh I’m a competition stilt runner, it kind of runs in the family I adopted… I test mustards for their inherent twang, a gig I picked up while at the Grand ‘Ol Opry. I’m the super hero, Epiphany Girl, I swoop down when indecision and stilted thinking takes hold and with the fervent fluttering of my lashes the clouds part and the subjects of my ministrations have a delightful “ah-ha” moment that I beautifully underscore utilizing this small synth that I keep hidden beneath my cape. And when people are on tenterhooks I assist them using this clever little extraction device kept wedged in my cleavage.

This may be TMI but what the hell, I poop multivitamins… Unless I’m under the weather and then well, I ooze this fizzy vitamin C concoction that tickles like hell… What can I say, I never get colds but I’m very prone to getting the hots…

If we ever go down and you and your peeps want to know the score, you should stick with me, cause for better or worse I’ve got the black box. I know more than I care to… And as a rule I care more than I know how to quantify…

And I’m happy as hell to have my new NY Neo Futurist smell…

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