Monday, November 07, 2005
turn, turn, turn.
did we go on a bike ride yesterday to the palisades in new jersey?
we did.
was the foliage foliating all over, achieving the most beautiful death we could imagine?
it was.
did the monkey's computer eat the photos we took?
the jury is still out on recovery efforts, but conditionally, yes. so no visual aids until we can really get in there and extract them from the mess.
the air smelled wonderful. this fall has been the most temperate autumn i can remember. i am hoping this isn't due to global warming, and ten years from now i will not be thinking: remember when there was a fall? but: for now, and for bike-riding, nice.
i have an audition this week for the @wesome 8O's pr0m. for those unaware, this is a t0ny-n-tin@'s wedding kind of interactive "show." except, of course, it is a prom. and all of the characters are drawn from brat pack movies, and rendered with the delicacy of a wooden meat mallet. however. the money is reasonable and it is, technically, an off-broadway credit.
the best one suggested i go in in full jessica mclintock regalia, or at least with a decade-appropriate scrunchy. we'll see. the eighties weren't exactly my hey-day, and i seem to be lacking the nostalgia most of my contemporaries enjoy for the music of the period. i do like acting jobs, though, so that's all good.
also, re: my dance audition, and associated bellyaching. i did not get the part. however, when the choreographer called to tell me so, she also told me she and a collaborator had been thinking about how else to integrate me into the piece because i have a fabulous energy and am an all-around superstar. i can't quite tell from the rest of the voice mail, but it sounds like she's offering to create a part in the piece for me. if this is true, it is pretty great, and i am grateful.
i am also buying a case of epsom salts and some foot tape. somewhere in the bay area, the one who's least afraid is cackling.
edit: so i talked to the choreographer. they are adding a part, but not into the piece itself, not integrated. i'm going to be doing something totally separate, and probably not moving, and not having any real "lines" but rather engaging in some engaging improvisation with audience members. which is fine, and it's nice to get picked for anything, but: no moving. boo.
we did.
was the foliage foliating all over, achieving the most beautiful death we could imagine?
it was.
did the monkey's computer eat the photos we took?
the jury is still out on recovery efforts, but conditionally, yes. so no visual aids until we can really get in there and extract them from the mess.
the air smelled wonderful. this fall has been the most temperate autumn i can remember. i am hoping this isn't due to global warming, and ten years from now i will not be thinking: remember when there was a fall? but: for now, and for bike-riding, nice.
i have an audition this week for the @wesome 8O's pr0m. for those unaware, this is a t0ny-n-tin@'s wedding kind of interactive "show." except, of course, it is a prom. and all of the characters are drawn from brat pack movies, and rendered with the delicacy of a wooden meat mallet. however. the money is reasonable and it is, technically, an off-broadway credit.
the best one suggested i go in in full jessica mclintock regalia, or at least with a decade-appropriate scrunchy. we'll see. the eighties weren't exactly my hey-day, and i seem to be lacking the nostalgia most of my contemporaries enjoy for the music of the period. i do like acting jobs, though, so that's all good.
also, re: my dance audition, and associated bellyaching. i did not get the part. however, when the choreographer called to tell me so, she also told me she and a collaborator had been thinking about how else to integrate me into the piece because i have a fabulous energy and am an all-around superstar. i can't quite tell from the rest of the voice mail, but it sounds like she's offering to create a part in the piece for me. if this is true, it is pretty great, and i am grateful.
i am also buying a case of epsom salts and some foot tape. somewhere in the bay area, the one who's least afraid is cackling.
edit: so i talked to the choreographer. they are adding a part, but not into the piece itself, not integrated. i'm going to be doing something totally separate, and probably not moving, and not having any real "lines" but rather engaging in some engaging improvisation with audience members. which is fine, and it's nice to get picked for anything, but: no moving. boo.
