Asses, Visors, and Art

13 02 2012

Many years ago, I received a sun-visor for auditioning for Aaron Spelling’s “Sunset Beach.”  Sort of a “we’re not hiring you, but have this ugly hat anyway” gesture.  Yeah, I know, they probably didn’t hire any “nobodies” from their nation-wide audition tour; I’m sure they never planned to.  It was a publicity stunt.  But I didn’t know that then.  You guys think I’m an optimist now?  You should have seen me in my late teens and early twenties.  I really thought I had a chance.  After all, I had performance experience and a great attitude.  So many of the other applicants were simply pretty girls that wanted to be on tv.  The audition was comprised of standing on stage with ten other girls and having someone yell, “Turn around!” so that they could look at our asses.  If my ass had somehow made the cut, I can’t imagine I’d be truly happy doing a show like that.  If that had happened, I would have moved to LA, not Seattle…which means I never would have toured Europe…so I never would have performed an improvised play in a small town in Switzerland inside a beautiful, old stone tower.  It is one of my favorite memories—not just from that trip and it’s not just one of my favorite performance memories–it’s one of my favorite life memories.  Not only were my colleagues and I improvising a story with genuine characters and sincere moments, but nobody was judging the size or shape of my ass.  (Well, that I know of, anyway).  As artists, aren’t we here to tell the stories that desire to be told?  In that stone tower in Switzerland that evening, it truly felt like it was a story that wanted to be told.  I’m not sure I can say the same for “Sunset Beach.”





life

9 02 2012

the beauty of life is in those moments you share with other people

the beauty of life is in those moments you cannot possibly share with another

the beauty of life is in its contradictions





Did you read your label?

28 01 2012

YOUR LIFE   

Special Care Instructions

The life you have is unique.  Because it is made of organic materials, natural variations in color may occur.   Any irregularities are not to be seen as defective.  Imperfections only increase your life’s natural beauty and individuality.  Please handle with care.  Turn life inside out before assuming you know everything.  Tumble high and low.  Do not use chlorine bleach.  Do not dry clean.





things I do in my thirties that I never did in my twenties

28 01 2012

buy the box of really soft tissues

understand people more

take a cab–twice in one week

love my body completely (I truly thought I’d done this in my 20′s…..but not nearly as fully)

look forward to spending a Saturday night in

realize I’m not invincible

wish I still (thought I) was

be easier on myself

spend a ton of money on a really great mattress

say ‘no’ to something I don’t want (sans guilt)





Five Really Great Things About Being Sick

23 01 2012

Whew, that sick-haze around my noggin’ is startin’ to finally dissipate.  Hence, my optimism is thankfully returning.  But I digress.  I promised a list, and here ’tis:

1)  breakfast in bed (and lunch…….and dinner)

2)  the welcome realization that you cannot smell when you haven’t taken the garbage out in days

3)  unabashed usage of comfy pants

4)  sleeping between naps

5)  watching old James Stewart movies (old movies, young James Stewart….swoon…)

I guess the irony here is that now that I’m starting to feel better, I can really appreciate being sick.  But nothing beats feeling well.  ‘Cause let’s face it.  I’m an unabashed comfy pants wearer on my healthiest of days.  And that’s a big ol’ scoop of truth right there.





This post is gonna sound whiney, even if I try not to sound whiney….

23 01 2012

Ugh.  Being sick sucks.  I am typically an optimist.  But when I get sick, that half-full crap goes right out the window.  It’s like I feel like I’ll feel this way forever.  I’m hopeless.  It’s awfully sad.  It’s also short-sighted, stupid, ignorant, and (not to mention) shamelessly selfish. 

I’d like to think that maybe the reason I lose sight of the fact that I’ll be healthy again when I’m sick is because I’m so good at living in the moment.  Ah, that’s not it, though.  If I was truly living in the moment, I’d be simply thinking, “I’m sick.”  Instead, I’m thinking, “Oh, god!  What if I feel this way forever?!”  Haha….it’s pretty ridiculous, really.  But there you have it.  I am (although I hate to admit it) an absolute drama queen, when I am sick.  Fortunately for the rest of the world, I live alone and am usually so exhausted when I’m sick, that I don’t feel like talking to anyone.  So (excepting this post of course), everyone is saved from my drama.

But not me.  I’m not saved by it.  I’m tortured by it.  I get helplessly wrapped up in it.  Blah.  Also, two other unpleasant things happen.

1)  If I’m sick for more than a couple of days, I usually have to cancel, postpone, or find subs for any classes, rehearsals, and shows I have scheduled.  If I had a “day-job” there might be a tiny part of me that thought, “Woo-hoo!  At least I get a day off, I guess!”  But I love what I do.  And I hate when I miss out.  It’s important to note that since this isn’t a “day-job” we’re talking about here, I don’t have paid sick days.  So, in addition to staying home and feeling sorry for myself, I’m out the money I was planning on making.  (Oh, man.  This sounds super whiney)!

2)  I’m a single gal who lives alone.  Now, there are lots of reasons to be in a loving, healthy relationship.  And I’ve got a list if ya ever wanna see it.  But let’s face it, one of those reasons is that you get to take care of someone when they need it and you’ve got someone who will take care of you when you need it.  There are, I suppose, some very good reasons to enjoy being single as well.  But when I’m sick, there’s an awfully big part of me that would love for someone to make me some soup, do my dishes, and cover me up with a blanket.

So, here I sit, in bed, posting a woe-is-me piece for all three of my subscribers to read (Don’t worry, Mom!  I’m sure I’ll be good and healthy in no time)!  I just have a cold/sore-throat/typical winter-y thing.  I mean, it’s not like I went to war and had my legs shot off.  I’m so insensitive and selfish.

But, I have a comfy bed and a cozy home, food to eat and vitamins to take.  And I even had a friend who checked in with me to see if I needed anything.  So, I’m sick for a few days.  Yeah, it sucks.  But, if this is what I have to complain about right now, then life is still pretty damn good.





drinking up today’s moments

16 01 2012

sleeping in

downton abbey

dancing to loud music

mango smoothie

writing

waves on lake michigan

teaching

spontaneous meal with a delightful friend

nerding out about improv

peaceful solitude





lower case preference math

19 09 2011

trains > buses

carrot juice > apple juice

books > wireless reading devices

jars > cans

bridges > tunnels

4 > 5

hardwood > carpet

fresh > smoked

lighthouse > yurt

seeing > looking

scrabble > words with friends

malachite > diamonds

acrylic > watercolor

comfy pants > pantyhose

cornell’s boxes > boxy architecture

any other dessert > cheesecake

english dramas > reality shows

roller coasters > spinny rides

now > earlier/later

tiger lilies > carnations

this > something else





Lighten up!

16 09 2011

It is fall.

Okay.  Well, it’s not officially fall.  We still have a few more days before the equinox.  But here in Chicago, we’ve already had at least three nights in a row where the temps dropped down into the forties.

And tonight, I wore my puffy vest.  

So, yeah.  I’m callin’ it.  It’s fall.

I love fall.  It is my favorite season.  Apple cider, bright scarves, comfy sweaters, colorful leaves, crisp air, hayrides….  Oh, man.  I just love all that harvest-y Samhain goodness.

But recently, all of my “Whoo-hoo!  It’s fall!” comments have been met with sneers and jeers and woe-is-us’s.  Hmph.   And the reason?  People are scared of the end of summer because they’re already thinking of the beginning of winter.

Ugh!  Slow down, y’all!  We’ve got a WHOLE season of orange and red and yellow before we get to the “w” word.

Cursing fall because you’re dreading winter is like cursing Sunday because you’re dreading Monday.  And that’s just depressing.  So, stop depressing me.  You know who you are.  We’ve got an entire delicious season of butternut squash soup at our doorstep.  Please don’t be a grumpy host.

I, for one, am putting out the welcome mat for my dear, annual friend.  And I hope you’ll do the same.





Vacation Day

13 09 2011

wind chimes,  morning times

and

just enough sun, gentle almost-fall sun        

so

I did and didn’t do things.   I did some things I shoulda and somethings I shouldn’t uh

but

the only thing worth mentioning… ah…

is

over the sand, past the green, on the stones, near the waves, under the sky

ah

or, actually:

Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh (not the screaming aaaahhhh but the post-massage aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh)

sublime








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