Pittman Ware - Can't Stop Talking - Audition Training

 

Pittman Ware bought his first iPod in 2003.

 

Pittman Ware is looking forward to the 4th of July with this little guy! 

Signed, 

Pittman Ware

Here's memory. Pittman Ware's first iPod. I even had my favorite quote from a Bret Easton Ellis novel etched into the back, "Disappear Here." A year later I would be walking back from acting class to my apartment in Spanish Harlem when I was grabbed from behind, punched in the face, shown a gun in a waistband, and told, "Give me that iPod," I complied. It was one of my first traumatic experiences.; Not the losing the iPod; I was able to upgrade to an iPod video a few months later (how cutting edge!). No, it was the attack and the sense of vulnerability it created in me, similar to that first brush with death a 20 or 30-year-old has that finally convinces themselves once and for all that they are, in fact, mortal; that death is around the corner and that if you didn't keep your eyes peeled and your pace brisk, it could catch up with you before you're ready to meet it.

But in a way, the attack was a kind of gift. An injury that didn't manage to get infected or leave a scare but taught a lesson; like touching a hot stove when you're a child. To say the lesson was to always be aware of your surroundings would be inaccurate. The lesson was to always be alert, to always be scanning for danger like our ancestors did when gathering nuts and wild fruits, or hunting on the savannah. And its served me well. I noticed that early, when I realised I was always be able to spot friend on the sidewalk or the subway platform in NYC before they ever saw me. Everytime. Well, almost everytime.

That's all.

Pittman Ware still has a Blogger Account

Wow, I, Pittman Ware had totally forgotten about this old blog from my late 20's. Back then I was probably living it up too much in NYC to manage a blog presence I guess. Those were some fun time, even if there never amounted to much; a few acting gigs, a pretty decent day job, a lot of great stories, and my first "adult" job which it only took me little over a year to crash and burn at and oh, did I mention that my beautiful wife during that time? When 37-year-old Pittman Ware looks back at the 27-year-old version of Pittman Ware, he sees a boy who thirsted for adventure, new tastes, interesting conversation and the occasional open bar. We're all settled back home in Little Rock, Arkansas now living in the city's historic Hillcrest district. My wife and I bought a quaint brick and stucco craftsmen house that provides a home for their amazing daughter Evangeline and their two dogs Huey (still with us in spirit) and Bloomberg. My evening and weekends are pretty different these days, with activity like daycare spring fairs, LOTS of birthday party (not the cool kind), pumpkin rolls (video to come) weekends spent in search of a nice cool kiddy pool but this guy, Pittman Ware the 37-year-old any other way. In honor of my rediscovery of the old blog of Pittman Ware the 27-year-old, I’m going to start posting a few old picture of that time in my life along side some pictures from now that perfectly capture the juxtaposition of these two identities of Pittman Ware. Enjoy!

Mundane Dilemma

I think there are two kinds of people. When faced with the particular dilemma of expecting to have turned the shower knob to the off position, and only a nanosecond later realize that what he has actually done is turn it all the way to "scalding hot", that person has a choice. They can risk a blast of near boiling water and turn the knob in the reverse direction as fast as possible, or flee the blast by leaping from the shower. I'm the former. But I also know that I'm clumsy.

Sourthern Thoughts

In the south, only poor people walk. And only drunks take taxis.