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And the award goes to…

(deep breath)

tonight the hollywood foreign press chose their favorite performances of the year. i watched. i admired. i laughed. i clapped. i cried…

every year, i eagerly await the arrival of the award season. i adore watching my peers, if i may call them that, receive recognition for their craft. but to be honest, as much as i enjoy trying to predict the outcome and making my ‘best dressed’ list (i don’t belive in ‘worst dressed’), watching these shows always fills me with a little anguish. i feel a sense of yearning. and that’s what it is…a deep and anxious longing. it’s this feeling way down deep in my little belly. a desire to be given the chance.

a day like today…

From my bicycle, as I rode along the beach this afternoon, I saw…

Runners and bicycle riders, rollerbladers and dog walkers. Elderly people contentedly sitting on park benches. Men without shirts and women in bikinis playing volleyball. A father and his young son on a bicycle built for two.

A seagull convention.

Three little boys wrestling each other into the sand. Happy couples out for a stroll. A woman leaning on a tree, reading a book. Pregnant women gazing out toward the sea.

Not a cloud in the sky.

Just another lazy Santa Monica Saturday—in December…!!