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Possible Transition from Allison to Nelia for Cool Shorts
If Abell 39 could feel anxiety, what would it look like?
When a lower mass star matures, its outer layer continues to expand while the inner core contracts inward, quickly burning fuel.
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Cacophonous Sounds for Allison’s solo piece intro
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GSaJXDsb3N8
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kd6pVAb_tHs&t=524s
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Body vs. black hole
If you had no name If you had no history If you had no books If you had no family If it were only you Naked on the grass Who would you be then? This is what he asked And I said, I wasn't really sure But I would probably be cold And now I'm freezing Freezing
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M, N, A - Abell 39
N - is the 39th entry in the Abell catalogue
M - of galaxy clusters.
A - what does that mean
M - this guy was surveying bright spots in the sky that had low red shift and a certain luminosity and then he put them in a catalogue
A - what’s a ---catalogue
M - just like a list.
A - oh.
N - Abell 39 is a perfectly spherical planetary nebula
A - in the hercules constellation
M - 6,800 light years from earth.
N - She’s wikid old...probably older than the sun.
M - She’s definitely older than the sun because at one point, she burned at like the same rate and with the same quality as the sun...but let’s just say she’s more mature than the sun at this point.
A - she’s further along in the life cycle of stars like our sun.
N - she looks like this: (show picture)
M - The nebula
A - this shiny ring around her
M - has a diameter of about five light-years, and the thickness of the spherical shell is about a third of a light-year.
M, N - wow.
--break in: allison solo
huge center is being burned at the same rate with the outer part being slightly gaseous. then you collapse in to a very hot ball of mass burning at a high temperature, so you have to start burning up the outside material. outside material expands (lighter gasses being heated)
become super hot and dense, and you burn up all of your inner core. so you start burning your outer core so that’s all you have left.
One reason it’s so perfect is that it’s located well above the plane of the galaxy. Down here, in that plane, there’s copious gas and dust. But Abell 39 is well away from all that, so its expanding red giant wind can retain its almost exactly spherical shape.
started as a star
She was originally 1.2 times the mass of our sun, but along her journey she lost some of herself.
negative blame and positive blame …
Abella was constantly worried about her figure. In the star community of Abella Cluster #### there was a myth about the oldest, wisest, most beautiful star in the Universe, an oldie but a goodie, like CoCo Chanel! The most biggest, roundest stars were always the most beautiful in Abella Cluster ####. The fact that the legendary star was old and wise was unimportant.
Abella lived in the Hercules Cluster, but she never quite made it into the Hercules Constellation. Stars in the Hercules Constellation were praised and adored by all for no reason other than being in the position they were born. Abella desired to be seen and heard and loved. Her heart longed for appreciation, connection, recognition.
“Do my actions make a difference in the Universe? What is the meaning of existence? What is important and what makes me relevant?”
– bubbling over heart
– social media explosion
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A podcast on star death. Significant chunk included about binary star systems.
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Allison’s Text: Transferring of Energy and Social Media Big Bang (edited)
(Lights fade up on Allison holding smart phone. Slow build of cacophonous social media sounds, arguing voices, suffering voices, and dog videos)
I can’t soak it all up
(Cut sound)
And yet I’m soaked in.
(Cue Social Media Feed)
Each new political and societal bombshell sends shock waves throughout my newsfeed.
My intelligent, passionate friends share articles, videos, and personal stories, posting to hold each other accountable as global citizens and allies.
I am so proud of them and aspire to be a conscious and active global citizen and ally.
(Images slowly speed up)
Article.
Video.
Article.
Article.
Meme.
Video.
Article.
Don’t read the comments.
I read the comments.
Nothing good ever comes from reading the comments.
But I want to know what other people think.
The hatred spewed is never ending and the comments ever expanding.
I scroll on soaking up the exchanges of strangers across the globe until the hate floods my head and it overflows and my mind numbs, a defense mechanism.
(Pause images)
There is a small pile of hair strung out on the blanket around me.
Did I do that?
Distract.
(Continue scrolling at even pace)
Every disaster feels immediate but not.
We all know where we were on 9/11.
(The following topics’ images pile up on each other. Slow build of cacophonous noise)
What about Sandy Hook? Ferguson? Santa Barbara? San Bernardino? Eric Garner? Paris? Istanbul? Charleston? Sandra Bland? Orlando? Brock Turner? Berlin?
And tragedies that span much longer than a day. Aleppo? Refugees? NODAPL? HB2? The 2016 Election? The Future of America? For Women? For POC? For LGBT+ people? For Immigrants? For anyone who isn’t a Straight Cis White Male?
The internet has expanded my world, that is, to the extent that consumable media is presented to me as an educated white bisexual American cis woman.
World-wide tragedy and suffering and oppression isn’t new. My privilege has allowed me a safe distance from it in my life and in my newsfeed until this outburst.
But nonetheless, I don’t know how to keep up.
(Fade into image of heart bombarded with stimuli, boiling over and sound of white noise)
My heart is filled over the brim with empathy as it boils over the edges and sears my throat into ulcers until I am anxiously numb.
I sign a petition, call my representative, mark to attend a town hall discussion, a play, a demonstration.
My voice matters and fighting for a better world matters.
(White noise slowly increases)
But I’m so overwhelmed by the world and the never-ending pile of paperwork on my desk and how I just barely make ends meet at the end of the month and I don’t know what is going on with my career and maybe I need to talk to someone about how I don’t feel like myself and who even am I and why is there so much goddman fucking hair all around me and all I can do is keep scrolling on this fucking screen past the refugees until I hit a dog video to “brighten up my day.”
(White noise has reached an overwhelming volume. Allison puts down phone. Allison breathes. Closes eyes. Breathes. White noise begins to subside. Breathes. Might open eyes, but continues to breathe until silence. A moment.)
How can I reach you?
How can I love you?
How can I love me?
Without self imploding?
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nelia intro to jumbled piece
— clear globes on heads, thick puffy gloves on hands
— find each other, touch heads, touch hands** develop this more in choreographed sequence
— light shines thru globes
— take them off, take off each other’s gloves
— fill them with: flowers, twizzlers and reese’s, a really nice piece of cake or a massage…whatever makes you feel loved
— orbs glow happily
— more orbs far away light up, wanting love
— more orbs farther and farther away light up, wanting love
— we run out of flowers, twizzlers, and cake to fill globes up with
— have to find another way to fill them with love
— goes to just touching? spending time? holding?
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is she massive? yes. is she supermassive? no. is she hot or cool? in between. old or young? young. bright or not? bright. alone or is there a lot around her? a lot.
Abell 39, a perfectly spherical planetary nebula.
She was originally 1.2 times the mass of our sun, but along her journey she lost some of herself.
negative blame and positive blame ...
Abella was constantly worried about her figure. In the star community of Abella Cluster #### there was a myth about the oldest, wisest, most beautiful star in the Universe, an oldie but a goodie, like CoCo Chanel! The most biggest, roundest stars were always the most beautiful in Abella Cluster ####. The fact that the legendary star was old and wise was unimportant.
Abella lived in the Hercules Cluster, but she never quite made it into the Hercules Constellation. Stars in the Hercules Constellation were praised and adored by all for no reason other than being in the position they were born. Abella desired to be seen and heard and loved. Her heart longed for appreciation, connection, recognition.
“Do my actions make a difference in the Universe? What is the meaning of existence? What is important and what makes me relevant?”
-- bubbling over heart
-- social media explosion
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