Gizmo

is hilarious.

Yet another thing the never previously occurred to me...

One side of my family, basically ALL looks alike.

The other side of my family is peppered with a wild variety characteristics.

Hm.

It just occurred to me that the reason I like instrumental music

in various forms,
the least of which not being jazz

(in it's many forms)

is due to my abiding love of words.

<while working on Enobarbus, did this coalesce)

So, apparently,

it does pay to just show up to people's birthday parties and start taking pictures.

Who knew?

nice shot

just kinna dope. by Halai on dpreview.com forum.

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I just learned that a maze

and a labyrinth are not the same thing.

"On integration, jazz and the arrest of Ella Fitzgerald and Dizzy Gillespie in Houston"

reposted from J.R. Gonzales' blog at chron.com

January 06, 2011

Pete Vazquez : Post file Ella Fitzgerald, left, and her assistant Georgiana Henry at an HPD station.

In our archive are a couple of photos that I would consider valuable. Not really in a monetary sense but in a historic sense.

Basically, what you see are extraordinary people caught in an extraordinary situation. In this instance it's jazz great Ella Fitzgerald at a Houston police station. She, along with Dizzy Gillespie, Houstonian Illinois Jacquet, jazz impresario Norman Granz and Georgiana Henry were arrested on Oct. 7, 1955, for shooting dice in Fitzgerald's dressing room at the Music Hall.

The incident was recently the subject of an article in Houston History magazine. Aimee L'Heureux has written a detailed account of the arrests and how the concert played a role in Jacquet and Granz's efforts to integrate audiences here. (It's also worth noting that the Houston Press did a fine write-up on Jacquet and the incident in a 1999 article.)

Fitzgerald and Gillespie were performing in Houston at the Music Hall as part of Granz's Jazz at the Philharmonic tour, which included other jazz legends like Buddy Rich, Oscar Peterson, Gene Krupa and Lester Young. Saxophonist Jacquet -- also on the bill -- was the prime mover in bringing the show to Houston and making sure the concert (which featured both black and white musicians) would be integrated.

Two shows were scheduled that night. The raid took place before the end of the first concert.

According to the Houston Chronicle:

Vice squad officers said three of the five -- Dizzie Gillespie, Illinois Jacquet and Georgiana Henry -- were actually crooning to the bones when police walked into Ella Fitzgerald's dressing room back-stage at the Music Hall.

Miss Fitzgerald and show producer Norman Granz were "just present" in the back-stage dressing room while the jazz show was going on in the Music Hall, the officers said.

However, all were taken to the police station and charged. They posted $10 bonds.

The Houston Post said Fitzgerald dabbed tears from her eyes as she was being booked.

"I have nothing to say," she told reporters. "What is there to say? I was only having a piece of pie and a cup of coffee."

The Post continued:

Sgt. W.A. Scotton said saxophonist Jacquet had the dice in his hand as the troop of officers walked in. The troop confiscated the dice and $185 in cash. Then they agreed to wait until the first show was over before taking the performers to the police station.

Mr. Jacquet, the saxophone man, was the most nonchalant of those arrested. He told reporters his name was Louis Armstrong.

The group didn't stay at the police station for long. In fact, they made it back in time for the second show, leaving audiences unaware of what had taken place.

Of course, one finds it highly suspicious that vice officers would bust the five of them on a night meant to show how smoothly Houston audiences could integrate. The vice officers weren't the only officers at the concert as eight other uniformed officers were hired to work security that night. In Gillespie's autobiography, Granz says one of the vice officers even threatened him during the raid after he accused the officer of trying to plant drugs in a bathroom at the Music Hall.

The next day, police Chief Jack Heard said officers were probably a little overzealous in going after the performers.

"We want to enforce the law but common sense should apply," he told the Post.

The charges were eventually dismissed.

Houston Post photographer Pete Vazquez managed to get photos of Fitzgerald, Gillespie, Jacquet and Henry at the police station. The Houston Metropolitan Research Center has the negatives from that incident, while the Chronicle has some of the prints, which you see here.

Pete Vazquez : Post file Fitzgerald and Houston Director of City Properties Johnny Goyen at Houston Police headquarters, Oct. 7, 1955.

P.C.

While waiting for the 4:30a boat, one of the canine handlers came upstairs with his ward. Another K9 pair was upstairs at the entry to the lobby, the human talking to another standing with them. When the human who'd just arrived upstairs saw the two he said, loudly, "why's _____ standing next to that homeless guy,". 

While I certainly under the playful disparagement...

it seemed slightly inappropriate given that the ferry terminal tends to be FULL of homeless people at that time of day.

But I guess I'm just too sensitive.

My sister's stolen fb status

Because I've seen her write before...

"Sometimes I wish I didnt have feelings..
Sometimes I wish I could crawl in a hole to never see people again.
Sometimes I wish I had laser vision.
Sometimes I wish I were never born.
Sometimes I just cant understand others logic.
Sometimes people try to make me think I'm crazy.
Somtimes I hurt.
Sometimes I cry.
Sometimes I could kick my own ass.
Sometimes I could kick King Kong's ass....
SOMETIMES IS NOW!"

ahem:

dope.

"Violence may have sometimes cleared away obstructions

quickly, but it has never proved creative."


The Big E. A. .

The stuff I think about.

Was just considering the relationship between The Circle of Life, a great twisting motion and Infinity,

but couldn't come up with a clean way to connect them.

Perhaps the answer is the massive, distorting gravitational force of the Nexus...at the center of Everything.

(shrug)

meh.

May continue pondering later.

From ''Echo''

''you cannot simultaneously prevent and prepare for war.''

the big AE.

''In nuclear war all men are cremated equal.''

dexter gordon

"We, ignorant of ourselves,

Beg often our own harms, which the wise powers
Deny us for our good; so we find profit
By losing of our prayers."

shakes via A&C via menacrates

Have you ever

Inhaled jazzand exhaled (relief)?

"Tony"

Tony Williams Lifetime

unrelated - something in this room smells like fried checken and it's making me want fried chicken.

"...confesion of error

is like a broom that sweeps away dirt and leaves the surface cleaner than before."

mkg

"For me God and Truth are convertible terms,

And if any one told me that God was A God of untruth or torture, I would decline to worship Him."

mkghandi

Ex Machina: Truth vs Fiction

"What else did they get rid of, truth justice and the American way?''

''Nah, truth ended when they shot MLK. The American way died over Vietnam.''

''And justice?''

''Sh#t, man. There's no justice. There's just us.''

Human

Amazing as it might be...

It is not until JUST now,
while listening to Zo & Tiggalo's cover of ''Human'',

that I realized I LIVED this song.

At first, I thought it was just her verse,

but it's the whole song.

I am now deciding if I am required to now remove my deep, deep 20-year-old care for this s
nThat's a lot of g.

That's a lot of care.

deciding.

I went to sleep

At 4a.

I'm awake at 7.

Not because I need to be.

I just...woke up.

Somebody called me at 5 fortysomething.

It started then. Why?

I ask you




why?

Holidays. Ugh.

I guess it's because this is always the lean time of year for me, so I can't go be with the familial units,

or maybe it's due to the inherence of my hermitish tendencies,

OR that I'm going to get cranky that people is beatin up my tms for the month,

but I do seem to get in a ''way'' about this time every year.

Maybe I just need to get up. I'm beginning to think the guy at the natural food joint was on to something with his sun/vitamin d deficiency thing.

Bonus strange: night before last, I had a dream that I had that dream where you can't find your nipples. You know that dream, right?

Bonus bonus - using fb or tms to tell people to remember the tragedy of stolen land/indigenous people on T-day is the new trite. Gotta innovate, people. Plus, that's what COLUMBUS DAY is for.

Example: consistently refer to today as "Yanksgiving" or "Ganksgiving". See if anybody gets it.

T-day is better reserved for highlighting hypocrisy of having a day of over-indulgence in a country given to it year-round.

Discuss at the dinner table for maximum effect; bringing up environmental impact of additional burden to sewage system is NOT off-limits.


(I love how I always manage to cheer myself up by the end of these things)

Another item for the here-to-fore un-occurred file

My mother's baby sister could seem, at first glance, the least like her of her siblings.

(oldest/youngest)

(lightest/darkest)

(petite/tall & voluptuous)

(married with children/never married & no-kids)

(Me Phi Me / Zee Phi Bee)

But, the thought just coalesced in the everlasting ephemera of my brain-scape viscera,
that they seemed the most alike to me.

I think (myGwen) aspired to be like (the G.o.A.T. Barb). College educated, own career and such. Actually, she beat her to a grad degree. They share the same alma mater for both grad and undergrad (technically not; for all intents and purposes, they do).

They both even look remarkably like their mother, each getting a unique set
of physical traits from her...

in that way that you couldn't look at either one of them and not see Annie Muriel.

A remarkable and groundbreaking realization?

No.

But it just happened in my head.

And made me quite :-) .

So :-P .

;-) .

? nemow evol os I yhw rednow uoy dnA

Don't kill me.

I got back on the bike for the first time in a few weeks to head into the city tonight. Having FINALLY received my Eneloops, I decided to try riding with a light for a change. With an old, stretched-out hair band, I laced up a single from my Stanley Tripod (on my backpack). I decided against putting on my "alert" orange NYC Marathon jacket since it got a mite nasty at the race last week and makes me look more destitute than usual.

Broken Rule#1: DO NOT RIDE AT NIGHT WITHOUT A HIGHLY VISIBLE TOP LAYER.

I consider strapping a light to the handlebars, but, since I travel with traffic, decide that the one facing the rear is really the one that matters (in other words, I got lazy)

So, happy that I've apparently missed the rain for the day, I head out and down Victory Blvd. A car comes up behind me and stays comfortably far behind, even though I try to give it room to pass. Hey, maybe it's cuzza the light! I breeze through some lights and get away from the traffic behind me.

When I get to Van Duzer & Victory, the light is green so I chug on through, except that there's a Jeep that seems intent on turning left and it is doing so despite my forward progress through the intersection. The driver at the last moment realizes that there is a solid object (me) between the Jeep and the intended direction as I brake hard (instead of swerving away like probably should have), thus I survive. I get out an indignant "@$$hole" before it starts to settle in that, while the driver was not quite properly allowing for deficiency of vehicle headlights, my dark blue pull-over was not-so helpful itself.

Bike Riding Realization of the Day: IF YOU ONLY HAVE ONE LIGHT, PUT IT ON THE FRONT.

So, still feeling a bit indignant but mostly heartened by the rollicking and aptly executed track on the Le Da Soul - 20 Years of De La Soul Mixtape, I turn onto Water St. from the ferry. Heading north, a Highlander cab performs a U-turn right in front of me. Now, I've realized that I'm not as visible as I could be, but the illegal moves cabs pull really, REALLY bug me. And this time you even cut me off to do it? I go to his window and get his attention, asking if he knows that he cut me off when he performed said illegal U-turn.

His reply: so what does that mean?

My reply: It means pay more attention to someone who doesn't have the protection of a vehicle, but as much right to the street. It means value my life more than a tip.

His reaction (to whatever it was I said): Laughter, dismissive swear, drives away.

This causes yours truly to sprint to cab at next light and have his first full-fledged, non-over-the-shoulder expletive filled freak/curse out explosion including informing the passenger that he should not tip this driver and, if he does, he's rewarding problematic behavior and is just as bad. Not done, your humble blogger then follows, hooting and hollering proclamations of the cab driver's fear of him all the way onto the West Side Highway which, at this point, the vigilant bicycle rider is not even sure he's allowed to be on.

Broken rule #2 - DO NOT RECIPROCATE FOOLISHNESS WITH THE FOOLISH. ASIDE FROM TAINTING YOUR AURA BLOCKING THE OPPORTUNITY TO TRULY ENCOURAGE CONSIDERATION AND UNDERSTANDING, IT PREVENTS ONE FROM COMING UP WITH FAR MORE DELIGHTFUL, DEVIOUS WAYS TO INFORM FOOLS OF THEIR FOOLISH STATE

So, I continue on, fairly well pissed and thinking about what I has shoulda had done and what I had shoulda had said and how I could have gotten him the ticket he deserved had a police officer been around. I get to my destination and hear a rather nicely written piece of theater/self-discovery. I see someone come in with a wet umbrella.

Uh-oh.

Finally making it outside, I see that my bicycle is rather moist, as is the ground and the atmosphere.

Broken rule #3 - DON'T RIDE WHEN IT IS OR HAS BEEN RAINING ON GIVEN DAY.

My belief that I'd missed the precipitation dashed, I suit up and mount my thoroughly damp saddle to ride from  West 21st back down to the ferry. It's wet. Still drizzling. It's night.

Oh. Boy.

But, you know what?

I had a lil' talk with Jesus.

And, because of that rain, I rode more focused than I had all night before. I made it to the ferry, then made up the streets the hills didn't seem so hard and I walked the bike up to the front of the building just as the last track of the mix tape finished.

And it was scary and glorious and invigorating in that way that living life is.

And it didn't kill me.

...

(thnx4that)

The other night

I dreamed that I picked out my hair at the root and the tips and it was all soft and poofy.

On the cusp of waking life, I realized that ain't possible,

and I woke up.

"I'd almost forgotten the excitement of not knowinging...

...the delights of uncertainty."

Jon Osterman

"you get to be a hero...

...by believing in the hero within you and summoning him or her forth by an act of will. Believing in yourself and your own personal potential is the first step to realizing that potential."

Adrian Veidt

Bunny Sigler

This my first acquaintance...

I am overwhelmed.

There is, in my universe, no funkier person to have ever lived.

I have to change music now, so that I can get something done,

instead of sit here and have church for the rest of this collection.

Praise God for

ears and

feet and

hands and

booty.

8-#!!!

Yes, it is 3-near-fourish in the morning,

and I am making soup.

The Fall Funk (aka the Stank at the Back of My Throat) has hit, and I am determined to defeat it with nutrients and anti-oxidants.

And Thai noodles.

I finally found them by themselves.

I think they shall take the place of the ramen I'd like to find separately, but cannot.

There's probably something I should be doing right now.

: p

Symbol

Whilst reading The Watchmen for the second time, I've just noticed (for the first time) that the international symbol radioactive depicts rays/waves emanating from an object.

Wow. That only took []x decades.

Amazing.

 A week and change ago, I said this.

Just now, while reading a script I'm mighty darn certain I'm going to make myself available to audition for, I read this (paraphrased):

Perhaps it is messy. Maybe it can just be that, and can be in it together!

Egad, children.

Egad.

Coincidence of the evening

Well, there's probably a better word than that.

Serendipity?

Ok...

So, I started reading the authorized biographic graphic novel of Nelson Mandela. A section on his early life recounts him being confronted with being leader at school and whether he should report a fellow leader for breaking rules. A thought bubble summarizes the predicament, ''who will guard the guardians''.

Interesting to me since I had two copies of what is often called the greatest graphic novel of all time sitting on my trunk. It's theme, repeated in backgrounds throught the series is ''WHO WATCHES THE WATCHMEN''.

One wonders if that was on purpose...

Theory #(who knows)

So, in the past I've had this thought...

That people who are ''taken'' have been because they figured out whatever it is we're supposed to learn about life while we're here...

Thus why ol' folks so often seem cool with ''leaving''. It's because they've got it, know they do, and know why they have to move on to whatever is next.

But I wouldn't call that a revolutionary idea.

But I've also theorized that people who are ''taken early'' are people who figured it out early, so they got to leave early. Or maybe it's a talent thing. They were called up (sic) due to extraordinary ability; needed elsewhere and the rest of us aren't ready/haven't earned the right to know what they know....

(you think LeBron could fade that?)

And maybe,

maybe that's what happens to youth, children, babies.

Can you imagine that? A being, not even able to walk or having situated thought and action enough to be able to speak coming, by happenstance or probability, the thought simply, universally, compulsorily true that God looks down and says,

"yes, you got it. Come Home."

Though, maybe that means there are those who are taken that are so confused, clouded that, not only will they never arrive at it, they so interrupt the path of those around them that they must be removed...

The cosmic referree keeping watch over and keeping in balance advatntage and disadantage; removing thosel with too much to give and those who take too much.

Maybe, the end of the world is just when mankind finally progresses past man.

(shrug)

a baby miscarrying after being there for a weeks, not even a month, because she's already figured it ou.

Imagine that.

The Last Man: The Deluxe Ed. Book Two

Is the first time reading the front leaf mad me say "wow".

Just got pulled over

for "speeding".

I translated as "out of state license plate at 5am".

I guess 3 unis getting out of an unmarked is ''necessary".

Heard what sounded like southern LA to me.

I love being used as "practise".

My current definition of "married couple"

Two people who've gone through some sh!t together, who realize that - together - they can get through some sh*t.

Wind is not merely air.

It is air that is moving.

Since starting with this acting thing,

When I tell people that I'm an actor, I'll often hear something to the effect of it being ''my dream''.

Wanna hear a secret?

It's not my dream. I've known this since the first time I heard it characterized as such. I guess it can be for others, but I can't see how it could be.

Have you ever seen a dream? They're huge. Acting? A dream?

It's too small.

SO. Since I figured out what it isn't, I began putting some thought into what it is.

I think I've stated here before that I once wanted to save Black people.

Eventually, thad grew into wanting to be a superhero when I grow up. I just wantBut, I don't think I thought of that in terms of being a dream.

Maybe it's because I thought of ''a dream'' as being something more tangible, active.

Or, maybe, I thought ''dream'' to be something more fantastic.

(shrug)

So, here we are at ''now''.

Hm.

And I think I may have figured out what my ''dream'' might be.

...

I want to be elemental,

a force of nature,

the literal and figurative embodiment of the penultimate singularity: Creation.

I want to be a sentient Act of God.

(inhale)
(exhale)
(inhale)
(exhale)

...

(BOOM)
ex to save everybody. That was only a few years ago, by the way.

At this moment,

I'm contemplating beung the one who always knows what should be said, what should-have-been-said

and still being the one who doesn't just go ahead say it

(slash)

why won't I just go ahead and say it?

"And the of it truth is....

...the truth of it is I don't need the rest of those yahoos to do the class project."


From Powers: Roleplay, Image Comics.

Hilarious to me since I am currently - and just got through thinking about - doing a class project.


(heh)

What I Think Theatre Should Be About

(5 min writing exercise during a class this past monday)

"
Truth. . . or the apparent lack thereof. Something that happens in the actual realm of reality wherein any good physicist realizes we actually have no real concept of the bounds of possiblity.

I think it should be about earth.
And Dirt.
And all the stuff Joni Jones said people only think Us is.
And the rest of the stuff in school.
And everything that isn't.

"

Afronaught - now or never

(click)

word.

So, this high-schooly/college-ish girl

next to me on the boat took her saddle-colored oxford off to be re-stringed.

And either it, her lapiz socked tootsie or BOTH

are kickin it rather corny.

I really world like to enjoy my kati roll.

But I'd also like to taste it without the added flavor.

Oh! It's back on!

So, carry on.

(Iss on)

How I do wish I could just sit here and read this manga, and not think anymore about projects/assignments/whatever.

Within the past hour,

I have wondered if acting should exist for me as a form of exercise; choose something else as a vocation.

To have all this passion, yet nothing I feel passionately about to want to do seems strange.

Wasted.

I wonder why I wasn't born in one of this places where I'd be too busy just trying to survive for any of this to matter.

Or, maybe, the challenge for me is to decide to go.

I really don't want to hear any more about my potential.
Not because of embarrassment or guilt;
it just doesn't help me use it.

I know my potential.
I know people glow when I pass them.
I know I am the walking endowment of the singularity called the Big Bang,
I know I contain the explosion that created the universe.

I am beginning to try to own what I can bring,
still wondering,
what to do with it,

(before it's too late?)

“Your task is not to seek for love,

 but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it."
--Jalal ad-Din Rumi

I just found out

that the chronically annoying "A-O, A-O" that the tween girls kept wailing in the train yestday comes form a track that came pre-loaded on my N900.

ew.

and delete.

It must be hard being my brain.

I never noticed before, but there's a hurt in truth.

(n/m)

Left wrist.

Weird, hollow? Feeling?

Perhaps from sleeping on it.

Not pain.

Hm.

Had first actor reaming in a long time in class today.

Just woke up feelng like I was in trouble, had done something wrong, was supposed to have done something.

Don't know if it's related.

I am determined to not be an asshole to get a point across in teaching acting/anything, that performing passion is not necessary to talk about and is often less constructive and wholly not respectful.

In the least...one must earn respect and TRUST before using emotional manipulation/stimulation.

Static

"Spawn"

me, the K10 and all the bucolic that Pepsi, SUNY and Purchase can muster.


ok. maybe not all.


I have no idea what bucolic is.

                                             

I just realized my helmet

has been sitting in the corner for over a year now unused.

it may be very material/consumptionist/earthly, but I still really want a motorbike.

I was asked today

where I get my energy from.

As in, who in family.

You know what?

I don't exactly know.

Both.

The sense comes from mother's.

I think the urge toward loquacity/to perform from father's.

His are preachers.

Hers are comedians.

in my little bit of estimation, anyway.

Portrait of Tracy

I guess it figures that the only S.W.V. song that I'll ever admit to REALLY liking would be 90-98% due to the (large) interpolated element of an experimental jazz song from 1976.

Or may be it doesn't.

(shrug)

Wow.

First class since grad school.

6 years.

First first day of school-ish.

I shld prolly go before I'm late.

;-P

First house Rebbie of the season

TZUNL599

Hmm....

At some point,

I'm going to figure out that self conscious is something to not be while on set.

It also not the best place to have a bad day on the bike.

Stop being scared, oh yeah of little selfbelief.

Why are politicians paid?

Doesn't it create a conflict of interest of some sort that people be paid to represent when they are themselves part of the public they're meant to serve?

Paid to serve themselves.

Shouldn't there by a heavily defined demarkation between politicians ans representatives?

"the individual has no right to live

.unto himself."

"The bond of the slave

Is snapped at the moment he considers himself a free being."


ghandiBhai

"This body does not belong to us.

It belongs to your children and those a thousand years unborn. You are preparing the world for another tomorrow, even if you die here today."

LIGHT BRIGADE

I wonder if this dude realized he was in Whole Foods.

The Tempest is a comedy?

The firdt rom-com?

What?

I was all ready to aud for it. Then I watched it.

Caliban? I dunno...

Maybe it'll get interesting to me before Friday.

Dream

I was a counselor/CO at facility for wayward youth.

Pseudomilitary,

Toughlove, whathaveyou.

Was working with kid with obvious deferred development.

At 1:55:37

Again I say...


WTF IS TYLER PERRY IN STAR TREK

Uttered by me while watching Star Trek (2009)

WTF IS TYLER PERRY IN STAR TREK!!!!!!

(Ugh)

I am in one of "those" moods.

Despite my intent to go do some menial work to avoid it...

Which I haven't because I haven't gotten what I applied for and didn't take what I knew would be there (because flyers are USELESS).

I did also fully intend to do something creative with the camera - set up date with model even - but "thing" came up for her... So...

I've been in this room for 6 years. Gasp. Gasp and egad.

(Insert sigh)

I suppose I've come fully out of my vacation from theatre. There's a theory about approaching a role that I'd like to test...

Watched The Tempest last night. Not so certain I want to go in for it now. Maybe.

At times I wonder if I should go find some ambitious, Type A-types to tie myself too.

(See what I did there? Nice.)

(sigh)

This has been one of those posts.

(enD)

Thought while watching the Tempest on Netflix:

If there is the NFL

and NBA

and NASCAR

and Target

and Quiznos,

why isn't there a national for-profit league of theaters who produce their own pieces and have a season of going to each others houses putting up double bills or weekend two-fer one specials ending in a season playoff where audience members choose their favorite pieces? Once chosen, there could be a week long post-season festival of best-ofs and experimentals concluding with an all-star gala production featuring the most able people in the various capacities chosen from all of the league's member houses.

Or has that been done already?

Yessaday's checklist

Decide to go into the city and try to get into EPA at, like, 3p?

check.

Get rekkanized by chile from weekend callback that went un-fortunately?

check.

Make strong choices and carry them out, have work referred to as "strong", get auditor to consider casting decision they didn't expect to?

check.

Follow 'locked woman-carrying-future-on-her-right-hip with bounteous "base of operations" demurely wrapped in full-length brown/yellow/orange print for half block just 'cuz they was looking all "Queen Walking with Princess, NYC c. 2010" and I SO dug what was I was seeing?

check.

Walk all the way from 46th to South Ferry with minimal stops like it wudn't nothin?

check.

Get home and sleep half-way normal-like?

check. (more/less)

Ass.

jack = male
jenny = female


ergo...

jackass

and, I guess, jennyass?

yes. jennyass is the new jawn.

First time experiences

by Jayson Reliford

dream....escape!

I went for a drive yesterday, part of it was in the LI village of Brightwater....well-to-do type place with its own inlet from the sound for the docking of boats and such.


I just realized that I had a today about having to escape a similar neighborhood. I was actually in people's houses, though. I'd parked my car (my maroon '99 Galant) in this place I was, apparently, not supposed to be. I was trying to work my way back to it without getting caught.

I keep having dreams about having to escape some place.

Upset with self for

Failing to fully seize moment at audition.

(Sigh)

<rust>

Good news/bad news

Driving a manual has proven as much - well, more, really satisfying than I anticipated. You know how you just really want to do something? When it goes well, it's quite gratifying. When it doesn't go well, you say, "ok, I need to concentrate". The less I blame the car and the less I fight the car (ohhh...THAT'S what synchros are for*).

/

The urge to go driving tends to burn gasoline (+money) and conflict with my crunchy/miser/conservo-nerd image.


*see, when you try to shift and the transmission doesn't seem to want to go into the gear you've chosen despite the clutch being fully out, that's the synchros saying "er...engine speed and your current choice of gear are not as compatible as you seem to believe. Try again. Think 'higher'".

blakSkwerl says

free all the innocent skWerlz and political prisoners.

Why, yes.

Yes, I did have a dream I was filling in for Pres. O. in the O office last night.

Now experienced in breaking women's AND men's hearts!


I've gotten some little things, but I'd just love to know what I'm supposed to learn from this...

Artist =

"one who expresses."

professional artist = "one loans their ability to express to those are not so able/inclined"

SEB, 4.5 yrs later, first day of school.

be strong. but never be too strong to be honest.

welcome to the world, Lil' Big Bruh.

be great.


love,
unKle

Concourse Village, Bronx. USA

Underground parking area?

Looked un-used, built-over and avoided.

(sigh)

sun,

unions are usury,

I told my mother I was out dancing last night,

At which point she interjected, "oh, you can dance?"

" he may got donkey d__k but I dig deeper (into your duodenum?) cuz I do
it from the diaphragm"

Mike Tyson on Competing Dogma

"You know, people say, "My god is better than your god." But how do we prove whose god is better? And this is when it gets really interesting. This is how we prove whose god is better than whose: [by saying,] "I'm going to kill you, or you're going to kill me first." And that's real godly. That's real godly. Yeah. I bet you people think, I wonder who would win a fight with the Prophet Mohammad and Jesus? These are sick people. This is crazy, you know what I mean?"

Read more: http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2010/mma/boxing/07/28/tyson.interview/index.html?eref=sihp#ixzz0v3EbwDHO

Yet another reason why I should not be allowed 24 hr internet access

at least not with a PayPal account.

today's wacky dream

on a cruise ship with somebody.

suddenly, all boat staff (predominately female as it was) in underwear.

a skinny version of onE of my grad school mates pulled a cameo At the end.

(shrug)

While, after 30 mins,

The film has gotten much mored interesting,

I's hongry.

Currently at the 10:20 showing...

...of a film.

At 10:35, I'm still waiting for the film to begin.

Previews should be burned alive.

Dag. I, like, JUST remembered to take off my makeup. Not that I had much left after milling abt in the tropics last nite.

In conclusion

Got kinda fun towards end. Bike messengers showed love. I'm looking forward to going back.

Yes, it is me and I managed to say somethng positive.

No, I haven't been drinking.


Peace,
cwj

Tornado watch!

So, after my lackluster closeup event, we get to hang out in the trailers during the possible high winds coming.

A trailer. Exactly where one should not be in such a cliamctic event.

So...

Just finished my big scene. At some point remind me to figure out whether I'm thinking too hard or not enough.

Gonna chill out in the honeywagon until we do whatever it is we have to do next.

''Hurry up'' portion finished,

And now we wait.

J G-L goes by "Joe". I can dig that. We spoke, but I don't know how much we'll be interacting in the scene. He's actually dealing with his love interest while I'm talking to a crowd. AND we're shooting it that way.

Tricky. Guess that's why they wanted The Acting Monster.

Beware the hammy, overacting Beast.

THE JOB

So, I'm on the set of a "major" "motion" "picture" today, scene with the star.

I guess I'll try to do some liveblogging. When I'm not knowing my fingernails off, that is.

Or reading graphic novels.

For the first time in my experience...

the Hudson Bay smelled like a paper mill. Perhaps it was just the boat.

Either way - ew.

Other fun from today:

 I have officially decided that I do NOT want to be that guy at the last-minute cattle-called casting that is complaining about having "talked his way" off of a paying shoot to come to this because "I thought I'd be in and out" who thinks he's making it better by saying, "but I know you guys have been here longer".

(yeah, some chick was like that at a casting I went to today. boo)

Saw the worst tranny job ever today. I really don't understand what makes these cats think that balloons hovering around one's outer hip looks real. Maybe it's not supposed to. Maybe that person had just stuffed some balloons into (his/her) pants. Hopefully. Most plastic surgery is of the devil.

Found a ramen place at 14th and 1st. Saw a dish for, like, $13. That must be POWERFUL good ramen.

I probably should have said something deep, personal and important, but that's what your candy @$$e$ get.

:-P

Or I guess that what I get since it's my blog.

I really used to know how to do this.

stupid facebook.

Karl Malone?

During succession of crazy dreams I had yesterday, I dreamed Karl Malone died.

Random

My hair smells funny after I wash it.

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