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rain, rain, don’t stay away!
It’s raining, it’s pouring,
The old man is snoring…
Two things I miss about San Francisco are the fog and the rain!
The past twenty-four hours in Los Angeles have been filled with both.
It makes me feel happy and calm. At peace.
(smile)
*a.
funkstration
I often make up new words and claim them as my own little ingenious creations. Here I share my latest word invention and illustrate how it came to be…
Frustration: frus.tra.tion (n)
1 : a deep chronic sense or state of insecurity and dissatisfaction arising from unresolved problems or unfulfilled needs
2 : something that frustrates
~~~Webster’s New World Dictionary
which send you into a…
Funk: funk (n)
1 : a cowering or flinching through fear; panic
2 : a low depressed mood
~~~Webster’s New World Dictionary
which then causes…
Funkstration: funk.stra.tion (n)
1 : when frustration leads one into a funk
2 : the state of being caused by fear, which then leads to a feeling of helplessness and hopelessness
~~~The Dictionary of Ali-isms
If you find yourself in a funkstration do not despair! It will usually pass quicky through meditation and indulging oneself in an order of french fries.
have a booking day!
I was explaining to a producer friend of mine last evening why I think acting is such a unique art form. Painters, musicians and writers can practice their art whenever the muse hits them. They can create by themselves and the product will be seen, heard or read later. Acting is not an art that exists alone. I can’t lock myself away in my studio and act. Acting requires a scene partner and an audience. Communication is key!
I fell into life-long love with acting because it’s a way to, hopefully, affect people. Although acting is perceived as a somewhat egotistical, self indulgent endeavor, I choose to believe it is the opposite. It is the gift of one’s beautiful and ugly self. To “act well” I must open the deep, sometimes hidden, honest parts of myself and lay it out for all to see, so that an audience may identify with me and be changed, moved or tickled.
All around me, my actor friends are booking jobs. While I am truly thrilled for them, my own patience is running thin. I’m ready; ready to tell stories, to share myself, to act!
traffic!
When I first announced that I was moving to Los Angeles, people warned me that I might spend half my time in my car. I laughed and said defiantly, ” I like to drive!” with a hint of snotty, teenage girl attitude. Nothing could prepare me for the countless hours I now spend sitting in traffic, slowly turning from a sweet-natured, loving, generous young woman to an embittered, ruthless, impatient, anxiety-ridden bitch. If I need to be somewhere at 7pm (like my Groundlings class, for example) I have to leave at 5:30pm to go exactly 12.3 miles. If I lose track of time and I leave at 5:45 or even worse, 6pm (please note this is an hour to go 12.3 miles) the following behavior pattern ensues: