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Nessa Norich – 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 is thrilled to be joining the NY Neo-Futurists!!
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.
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.
Hilary is a Ghanaian-American actress and writer. She has a BA in Drama from Tufts University. She has also trained with British American Drama Academy (London), Commonwealth Shakespeare Company Apprenticeship (Boston), and Philly Improv Theatre (Philadelphia). She’s appeared in Amios’ Shotz and Fresh Ground Pepper’s Sounds Good. Other credits include: Much Ado About Nothing (Mechanical Theater), The Submission (Quince Productions), Standing on Ceremony (Quince Productions), Titus Andronicus (Full Contact Theatre), All’s Well That Ends Well (Commonwealth Shakespeare Company), Assassins (Tufts University), for colored girls who considered suicide when the rainbow is enuf, The Garden Party, The Madwoman of Chaillot, and Big Love.
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.
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.
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…?
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 b’room. It was then that KM would nefariously acquire the somewhat immobile BM’s walking apparatus, and assume it as a microphone for her story re-tellings 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 given the nickname ‘Sarah Bernhardt’, (Sarah Bernhardt, the great one-legged French stage actress of the 19th century, not to be confused with Sandra Bernhard, brassy, stand-up comedian) and also developed a fondness for misappropriated props, gaudy theatrics and melodramatic deconstruction.
For more on KM: www.katy-mayhudson.com
Christopher Loar – 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 here: www.christopherloar.com
I was at this bar. And this girl in the seat next to me kept screaming “Why do I keep hearing my name?” and then “It’s Tiffany.”
We were the only two in the room.
My name is Cara. I am interested in writing a revealing and personal bio for you to read.
But I wrote most of this bio late at night. And darkness makes me paranoid.
Makes me too afraid to inform you of my coordinates.
Or secret liking of you when you look determined.
Anyone is beautiful when they look determined.
Even evil people.
Sometimes I am evil people.
Sometimes I run amuck in Brooklyn!
This also usually happens at night.
Right now it is morning. And I am finishing up this bio with relatively little at risk.
So I feel free to tell you that I have never been to Portugal. And I am not there right now. I am somewhere else, maybe performing “Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind” at the Kraine Theatre. In the East Village. On East 4th Street. Below the KGB Bar. I’m the one with the imaginary manila envelope full of damning personal or interesting mission-related information.
Are you watching me? Then why do I keep hearing my name? It’s Cara.
Mike Puckett –
Mikhail Puckettovich “Mike Puckett” was mistakenly unfrozen by the KGB in 1978 as part of a short-lived program exploring the weaponization of woolly mammoths. Luckily, being over 5,000 years old had been decriminalized 3 years prior as an April Fool’s Day prank (they celebrate April Fool’s in Russia, right?), and Mike was made a member of the intelligence agency. During this time he participated in numerous experiments and operations, and can be unofficially credited with pioneering over half a dozen new sandwich recipes, revolutionizing the art of kicking open doors, and inventing the tooth camera. He is most famous for his formation and 3-year leadership of the world’s first houseplant assassination squad. Ironically, this would lead to his downfall. In 1985, a botched attempt on the life of Ronald Reagan’s favorite ficus caused Mike to be disavowed from the KGB.
Now that Mike was stuck in America with no friends or family, a 23-year-long* montage ensued. Some excerpts include (in no particular order):
-Mike goes to his first nightclub! (“The Bad Touch” by Bloodhound Gang)
-Mike rides a bike on the West Side Highway! (“Born to Run” by Bruce Springsteen)
-Mike wrestles a wolf, inspires Liam Neeson to do the same! (“Ace of Spades” by Motörhead)
-Mike goes to his first American grocery store! (hilarity ensues) (“Lost in the Supermarket” by The Clash)
-Mike hitchhikes his way out of DC, gets stranded in Pennsylvania. (“Dueling Banjos” by Arthur Smith)
-Mike gets ready for a first date! (“Paint it Black” by Rolling Stones)
Finally, in 2009, Mike got tired of hijinks and shenanigans and decided to do something serious with his life: acting school. So he went to New York University, where he trained with the Atlantic Theater Company for 3 years. There he was taught by the wonderful Jacquelyn Landgraf, who inspired him to see Too Much Light for the first time. Mike left the theater absolutely astonished; he had found his artistic calling! This was the reason he had traveled through time! He spent the next 2 years hanging around the Kraine Theater until the New York Neos let him join the ensemble. And that brings us to the present. **
*Fortunately for Mike, some science stuff happened to him when he was frozen, causing his body to stop aging. Some scientists believe this is why he still appears to be in his 20s.
**That last paragraph is true. Mostly.
1.) Find a comfortable position. Preferably laying down.
2.) Relax your mind and your muscles. Close your eyes if you like.
3.) Play some sweet jams. If that makes you nervous cause you’re not a music person, just know that nobody is here to judge your taste, but you might want to ask yourself why you feel nervous in the first place.
4.) Let your mind wander.
5.) Notice your wandering thoughts.
6.) Where do they come from? Find the space in your mind where your thoughts originate.
7.) Did you find it?
8.) No? Keep looking.
9.) What is making them? I don’t get it.
10.) FIND ME A SOLUTION. I’M STRESSING OUT.
11.) Turn off “Showtunes Radio” on Spotify. There’s neighbors.
- ConnorOnnorNnorNorOrRIn summation: Connor honor nor nor or are.Two Truths and a Lie:– ConnOR OFTEN ACCIDENTALLY HITS CAPS LOCK.- Connor is spelt connor.–>The arrow points to the lie.
- 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
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.
Rob Neill – has been a Neo-Futurist for over 20 years and lives and works in Manhattan, mostly. In 1995, Rob embarked on the “Roanoke Expedition” of Neo-Futurism to do “Too Much Light” in New York. He did the show then, in Manhattan, for basically 2 years before he went on to do a bit of Broadway, followed by some short bits on the TV. Then he mainly traveled about the country on a “writing grant” from Heineken—those days are well behind him now.
Grand times Rob has had include:
- training in London and catching a lot of shows there
- competing on the Chicago Green Mill team at the National Poetry Slam in Ann Arbor
- T.M.L.ing in NYC, Chicago, Texas, Iowa, Wisconsin, and Edinburgh
- living next to Marilyn Manson
- tooling about a variety of the cities of the world attempting to find beers and foods that he thinks taste nice
- learning about philosophy, russia, blues, and rebels in Grinnell
- touring as a singing pirate
- snacking on Okonomiyaki with his cousins off an alley in Kyoto
- and dancing on the top of world as the big band made it swing
And now he is probably back doing Neo things, like “The Infinite Wrench”, somewhere, perhaps in NYC, and this site should, most likely, give you some clues.
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.
I grew up down the street from a morgue in a cul-de-sac situated in a forest that was more like a Swamp. It was my kingdom, I was its prince, some times princess and always potion making witch. Little has changed since then. I’m ok with that.
Right now as I’m typing this, its raining. Its march, its washing away the snow. Is it raining while you are reading this? Is the earth covered in snow? Are pandas and polar bears still a thing? How much has the world changed since I wrote this and you began reading this…. Who knows. How many thoughts have we had, how different are we both from this day in 2015. Maybe we are going to meet soon. Maybe we are both single, maybe we will fall in love, or become best friends, share a hug, hold hands, kiss once drunk in a club. THERE IS SO MUCH POSSIBILITY FOR US. I love you, you are beautiful, let’s walk the streets and sing together.
West of Somewhere
You are standing in a room. Or sitting. Or outside. There is a website here. Exits are: OUT
The website is for the New York Neo-Futurists. It is gray and smooth and informative. There are words here. There are pictures here.
You see many pictures. Pictures of beautiful faces. Each picture is unique. Each picture has its own story. Each picture waits with bated breath to tell you its own, special, beautiful story.
Words fill the length of the page. There is a recipe here. There is a list of Best Actress Nominees here. You wonder about the people who wrote them. They wonder about you.
– Charlie Chaplin hated it here.
– Look up the Fremont troll. Not the statue in Seattle
– There is a Secret Sidewalk. The county covered an aqueduct with cement, so this path just starts and ends in Niles Canyon. I’ve never gone, always too nervous. Apparently it’s an “urban explorer” thing now. Oughta be a park.
– I have never read Kite Runner.
– There is a large Afghan population, which means I ate a lot of bolani growing up. And, on a separate note, Burger King. The Burger King I am thinking of is now gone.
Email me (click below) your own hometown facts that aren’t on Wikipedia, and I’ll use them in a play for The Infinite Wrench!
Katharine Heller – In 11th grade Economics class, Katharine’s teacher gave the students a super serious assignment to prepare them for the Real World™. They were to write a thesis paper which required them to conduct in-depth research, three expert interviews, and compose 10 pages of critical analysis. One of Katharine’s interviewees refused to talk beyond 5 questions, but she made it work and submitted the full assignment.
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.
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 list – 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,