Ok, many things have been occurring and I've yet to tell you about any of them... apologies!
I'm going to start with the most recent and work my way backwards...
Last night, I participated in an intensive with an associate casting director for ABC through the Actor's Green Room. Now, let me explain that sentence, as many of you may already be lost. An intensive is a couple hours one night that we (paying actors) get one-on-one time with a professional in the industry reading sides (a scene from a script) and then get feedback and critique. The purpose of these intensives is to allow unknowns, like myself, a chance to show my ability cause at this point in my career I'm probably not going to be seen by them otherwise! Ha! Humility is the key to contentment!
Anyway, the Actor's Green Room is one of many networking establishments in the City (and for my money, the best) who bring the unknown actors together with the casting directors and provide the space and opportunity to connect and work together. The ideal outcome would be for the CD last night to think I was so brilliant that she might call me in for a real audition for pilot season coming up! Oh geez, I just introduced a new term, didn't I?
Pilot Season- 20+ new shows are cast and filmed and presented to the networks to possibly get funded and then put on the air and shown in your home on your TV once a week!
SO- all that to say, I prepared a scene provided by AGR from scripts that were either recently developed or are in development and we bring it in to read for the CD. The set-up was unique in that the waiting room had a monitor showing the person in the room being filmed with audio and everything. So we were all kinda listening in on their audition. I actually loved the set-up because when I was in the room it was just me, the reader, the CD and the camera woman, but while I was waiting I could hear how the CD talked to the other actors, how their voice came across, what was missing in their performance and I just enjoy watching other people work. Now, whether or not that affected my performance, I don't know BUT I went in to read, I did my scene and I felt good about it. The CD told me she had no adjustments, I did a great job listening and reacting, she would send that copy straight to the director!
Now, before I went to the workshop I spoke with an independent filmmaker who I recently took a class with that spanned 3 weeks, meeting once a week. It's design was to simulate working on a film set. First, an audition with just the director. Second, first read-thru with the other actor and director. Third, off-book with blocking and filming the scene. Our conversation last night was a follow-up on the class and to answer any questions I'd had. He was extremely encouraging and he had tried to get me in for an audition for his latest project, but my darn schedule didn't allow it. He assured me 2012 will be a busy year, so he'd keep me in mind for projects. I'd absolutely love to work with him. He's so focused and encouraging and I feel confident under his direction, which is such a huge gift for an actor!
Also, I've been involved with a developing play that should be going up on stage maybe early next year, which has earned me a bit of $$. Now, its not a ton, but its so satisfying when you receive a bit of monetary encouragement for your life's pursuit. And I have a possible second project coming my way for the stage very soon! All good things!
The best recent occurrence, I don't actually want to post but please ask me about it sometime because it may be one of the best small world stories I've personally encountered!
Do you ever feel like you're on a path with absolutely no idea where it leads but you're sure you're heading in the right direction?
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
A Family Reunion... of sorts
I'm not gonna lie... I was muy nervosa going in to this evening. First class studying with Wynn Handman. Can I tell you, I felt like I was at a family reunion (hence the title).
Arriving early-- clear sign of a newbie-- I made my way to a safe center seat on the center row, and observed the room. Within moments I was engaged in conversation with several folks around me and moments later I found myself being hugged. True, I had met the person whose arms were around my neck. I must explain the fun, roundabout way I know Dain...
Working as a barista in the fine neighborhood of TriBeCa, I came to know many of the locals. One being a fellow by the name of Paul. Now, Paul would begrudgingly admit that he is well-known around the neighborhood because of his dog Hubert. This animal is large enough to ride weighing in at 110 lbs. So anyway, I know Paul. We talk theatre, film, books and have become good friends. One of Paul's favorite topics is his daughter, Dain. As all fathers do, he raves about her and constantly gives me updates on her acting career-- by the way, I saw her work tonight, and she is truly talented. No nepotism there! So, I remember he'd mentioned she was studying with Wynn and so when I got accepted to study with him as well, he told her and thus I had a friend Day 1!
But back to the class, its just so wonderful to be in an environment that is insanely supportive, nerves are high because everyone wants to do good work, Wynn is like Papa Bear. I mean, I sneezed at one point and 8 people blessed me! I love actors. Its definitely going to be a good place to grow from! Absolutely worth the investment!
Arriving early-- clear sign of a newbie-- I made my way to a safe center seat on the center row, and observed the room. Within moments I was engaged in conversation with several folks around me and moments later I found myself being hugged. True, I had met the person whose arms were around my neck. I must explain the fun, roundabout way I know Dain...
Working as a barista in the fine neighborhood of TriBeCa, I came to know many of the locals. One being a fellow by the name of Paul. Now, Paul would begrudgingly admit that he is well-known around the neighborhood because of his dog Hubert. This animal is large enough to ride weighing in at 110 lbs. So anyway, I know Paul. We talk theatre, film, books and have become good friends. One of Paul's favorite topics is his daughter, Dain. As all fathers do, he raves about her and constantly gives me updates on her acting career-- by the way, I saw her work tonight, and she is truly talented. No nepotism there! So, I remember he'd mentioned she was studying with Wynn and so when I got accepted to study with him as well, he told her and thus I had a friend Day 1!
But back to the class, its just so wonderful to be in an environment that is insanely supportive, nerves are high because everyone wants to do good work, Wynn is like Papa Bear. I mean, I sneezed at one point and 8 people blessed me! I love actors. Its definitely going to be a good place to grow from! Absolutely worth the investment!
Sunday, November 13, 2011
"Venus In Fur"
A new play by David Ives, who is now officially my favorite modern playwright. This play had a successful Off-Broadway run at Classic Stage Company and has now arrived on Broadway. And thanks to Manhattan Theatre Club's 30 Under 30 program, I am able to see this show for an affordable price!
Now, I have been anticipating this show for quite some time! Basically since it's run Off-Broadway, which I regrettably never made it out to! However, this play... I don't even know where to start.
First of all, Ives has such an incredible ability to write with a rhythm that makes his work flow so well. This play is a dance of power. Man! I wish I'd said that in the post-show interview I did! Ha! Yep, after the show tonight, there was a 30 Under 30 party in the lounge downstairs. I did absolutely no mingling, I just chatted with my friend wonderful friend Mel the entire time! Who is incredibly inspiring and was just as moved as I was about this crazy-good play! But we were then interviewed about the play. I was a bit of a bumbling mess and have, of course, come up with many clever and profound things since that I should have said, but whatever! AND I said my age on camera! Actresses are never supposed to do that! Ugh!
Anyway, this play is a woman auditioning for a part in a play. There are many funny theatre/audition references in the play, which makes it extra enjoyable! And Nina Arianda rushes onto the stage with such energy and force that you just let her lead the night. Its either that or get left in the dust! Hugh Dancy plays an excellent counterpart, as the director she's auditioning for, but the show is designed to star her! Its such an exceptional piece with such room to play, I imagine the rehearsal process was extremely inventive and exciting!
If you're in NY, coming to NY, or have ever thought about maybe taking a trip... see this show!!!
Friday, November 11, 2011
11-11-11
Initially this post was going to be regaling my adventure at the NYC Marathon this past Sunday, which was amazing, by the way. So much emotion, so much life, so many smelly bodies running by, as I desperately searched in vain, for my friend among the 47,000+ runners!
However, I cannot let this fun date pass by without some acknowledgement.
Nov. 11th, 2011- if only I'd written this at 11:11 this morning... drat!
As stated in previous posts, the beginning of this month brought about many new things, but since we're now at day 11 of this 11th month, things have settled down. The holidays are approaching and for the 11th Thanksgiving in a row, I will be absent from my family's table. Not to worry, I have multiple invites to orphan's Thanksgivings around the City AND all the holiday markets are going up all over Manhattan, which justifies the Christmas lights I've recently hung in my new apartment!
Glad to see no Y2K craze happened surrounding 11-11-11, but then again the imminent 2012 is nearly here so I guess the world will end then! Until that time... Happy 11 day!
However, I cannot let this fun date pass by without some acknowledgement.
Nov. 11th, 2011- if only I'd written this at 11:11 this morning... drat!
As stated in previous posts, the beginning of this month brought about many new things, but since we're now at day 11 of this 11th month, things have settled down. The holidays are approaching and for the 11th Thanksgiving in a row, I will be absent from my family's table. Not to worry, I have multiple invites to orphan's Thanksgivings around the City AND all the holiday markets are going up all over Manhattan, which justifies the Christmas lights I've recently hung in my new apartment!
Glad to see no Y2K craze happened surrounding 11-11-11, but then again the imminent 2012 is nearly here so I guess the world will end then! Until that time... Happy 11 day!
Monday, October 31, 2011
OCTOBER
So I thought maybe I was so eloquent in my last post that it might sustain for the entirety of the month! A little audacious? Hmmm, ok how about I wanted to let the memory of my grandmother linger and honor her by not writing during the whole month of October? You're not buying it are you?
Well, truth be told, I have been insanely busy and with acting work as well as "work" work. Quick update on the money-side of work... I started as a Front Desk Concierge at The Greenwich Hotel in Tribeca. Yes, right next to (actually attached to) the restaurant I recently retired from, Locanda Verde. I actually LOVE the job. I get to plan people's vacation and help them get the best NYC experience, which sounds incredibly cheesy, but its so fun! Plus, I'm learning a lot about the City and using my title as Concierge to try some local restaurants at a much discounted rate. Quite nice, I think!
On the acting side of life, lots and lots of auditions. I've booked a couple things and had to decline because I just started this job at the hotel and right now I need $$ over small credits for the rez! I just did a reading of a fabulous new play! For the first time in my acting life, I picked up a brand new piece of material no one had seen before and read it and felt so excited by the potential of the piece. Its hard to describe, but imagine you've just discovered an amazing recipe or song or game or book or movie and you just can't get enough and keep finding more and more things about it that pull you in deeper! That's what its like discovering these characters and their story! Rare and so fun! Also, I recently got into a selective acting class with a fellow by the name of Wynn Handman! Very excited about this one! He's been teaching forever and I know its going to make me a better actor. I'm pretty intimidated but in the inspired way not the scared way!
The biggest news of all is that I'm moving into my 5th apartment tomorrow! Hopefully this will be the last move for a while. I have a very good feeling about this and the way everything fell into place, it really was a NY miracle with Divine intervention! Thank you all for your prayers! I'm hiring movers for the first time ever tomorrow, so that should be interesting! I'm a real New Yorker now! Maybe I'll settle a bit after this and write a little more frequently... maybe!
Well, truth be told, I have been insanely busy and with acting work as well as "work" work. Quick update on the money-side of work... I started as a Front Desk Concierge at The Greenwich Hotel in Tribeca. Yes, right next to (actually attached to) the restaurant I recently retired from, Locanda Verde. I actually LOVE the job. I get to plan people's vacation and help them get the best NYC experience, which sounds incredibly cheesy, but its so fun! Plus, I'm learning a lot about the City and using my title as Concierge to try some local restaurants at a much discounted rate. Quite nice, I think!
On the acting side of life, lots and lots of auditions. I've booked a couple things and had to decline because I just started this job at the hotel and right now I need $$ over small credits for the rez! I just did a reading of a fabulous new play! For the first time in my acting life, I picked up a brand new piece of material no one had seen before and read it and felt so excited by the potential of the piece. Its hard to describe, but imagine you've just discovered an amazing recipe or song or game or book or movie and you just can't get enough and keep finding more and more things about it that pull you in deeper! That's what its like discovering these characters and their story! Rare and so fun! Also, I recently got into a selective acting class with a fellow by the name of Wynn Handman! Very excited about this one! He's been teaching forever and I know its going to make me a better actor. I'm pretty intimidated but in the inspired way not the scared way!
The biggest news of all is that I'm moving into my 5th apartment tomorrow! Hopefully this will be the last move for a while. I have a very good feeling about this and the way everything fell into place, it really was a NY miracle with Divine intervention! Thank you all for your prayers! I'm hiring movers for the first time ever tomorrow, so that should be interesting! I'm a real New Yorker now! Maybe I'll settle a bit after this and write a little more frequently... maybe!
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Pamelia Wheeler Spell
My dear, sweet Grandmother was the epitome of Southern gentility with a generous helping of playfulness and a heaping dose of humility, topped off with a kind smile that comes from the
heart. And like every woman born in the South, she could cook with the best of them, but her favorite was dessert. No meal was complete without dessert. Many times I foolishly ate too much of the insisted second or third helpings of a meal, only to be greeted with a bowl of ice cream and a cookie or two for the finale!An April baby, like myself, she bounced around in the early years, but settled in Jackson, MS in 1945. There she found 'Jimmy', her high school sweetheart. They would write back and forth while he attended West Point Military Academy and she
Sullins College then Univ. of Florida. Luckily, Jimmy was a good writer with excellent penmanship and won her for his bride. He still writes beautifully!
After some time in the Army overseas, they settled in Dallas, TX with their two daughters, Melinda and Melissa. In 1967, a beautiful house became their home and they haven't left. The backyard now displays a beautiful Magnolia tree that provides shade and several branches excellent for climbing, but it was a mere sapling when they first moved in. This ho
use holds so many memories within it's walls from birthday parties, to drill team try-out practice, to first dates, to Christmas with grandkids, to puzzle building, to dress-up, to mac-and-cheese with ham, to CareBears and Go Fish.On September 19th, 2011 Pamelia Wheeler Spell met her Lord, leaving the place she'd called home for almost 45 years and finding a new home. Her
last word heard by her daughter Melissa was "Wow!" I can only imagine what image she must've seen as she left this life. She was a person of deep faith in God and sincere devotion. I will miss her so very much, but I am incredibly grateful for the time I did spend with her and the many memories I will continue to cherish!
Monday, September 12, 2011
9/11
Ten years ago, I found myself in the weight room completing a morning work-out class, required for all freshman basketball players. We'd fulfilled the grueling morning conditioning and quietly moved around the empty weight room. In the corner television I caught a glimpse of the World Trade Center with smoke pouring out of the side. One month before, my mother treated me to a vacation to the destination of my choosing for graduation and I chose New York City! One of the few places in this world that lived up to every expectation I'd ever held. I fell completely in love with the City and longed to return.> Now, I sat stunned watching a building I had stood on top of weeks before, on fire. I thought the building was simply on fire. Tragic, yes but nothing close to the reality that literally came crashing in as the second plane hit the South Tower.
Dismissed from the remainder of the morning workout, I ran back to my dorm and down the hall to my newest best friend on campus. I knocked on her door, walked in and clumsily said, "I think we're being attacked..." As a dutiful freshmen, we still went to our morning classes still not quite sure what to think or do. On the overheard projector, our professor was streaming the news as they covered the events unfolding in New York. Excused from class and informed that all classes that day were suspended, a dozen of us watched, motionless and silent as the towers came crashing down. I'll never forget that day and the flashes of faces I saw in August '01 on the top floors of the observation level at the World Trade Center.
Ten years later, here I am. I've returned to the City that cast it's spell a decade ago. A different City than the one I first met. Milestones allow the opportunity to reflect and few things cause New Yorkers to pause or even slow down, but this event honors the spirit of the City I love. It's a place where a stranger will grab one end of a stroller and help a mother carry her child up the subway stairs and at the top give a quick glance of appreciation and continue on their way. An elderly woman stumbles to the ground and in moments surrounded by 4 people offering their hand, setting her in a nearby chair, making sure she is okay and then proceeding to their business meeting or workout class or lunch appointment. A businessman asked for directions will be concise but precise and helpful. New York will come to your aid because we're on top of each other. To ignore is to neglect. I'm not so romantic about this place that I miss the harshness, but I try to find what is underneath it. My profession requires I study and soak up human behavior and essence- New York overflows with humanity of every kind. Often called the melting pot of the world, I am still deeply in love with this City and grateful for the opportunity to call it home.
Dismissed from the remainder of the morning workout, I ran back to my dorm and down the hall to my newest best friend on campus. I knocked on her door, walked in and clumsily said, "I think we're being attacked..." As a dutiful freshmen, we still went to our morning classes still not quite sure what to think or do. On the overheard projector, our professor was streaming the news as they covered the events unfolding in New York. Excused from class and informed that all classes that day were suspended, a dozen of us watched, motionless and silent as the towers came crashing down. I'll never forget that day and the flashes of faces I saw in August '01 on the top floors of the observation level at the World Trade Center.
Ten years later, here I am. I've returned to the City that cast it's spell a decade ago. A different City than the one I first met. Milestones allow the opportunity to reflect and few things cause New Yorkers to pause or even slow down, but this event honors the spirit of the City I love. It's a place where a stranger will grab one end of a stroller and help a mother carry her child up the subway stairs and at the top give a quick glance of appreciation and continue on their way. An elderly woman stumbles to the ground and in moments surrounded by 4 people offering their hand, setting her in a nearby chair, making sure she is okay and then proceeding to their business meeting or workout class or lunch appointment. A businessman asked for directions will be concise but precise and helpful. New York will come to your aid because we're on top of each other. To ignore is to neglect. I'm not so romantic about this place that I miss the harshness, but I try to find what is underneath it. My profession requires I study and soak up human behavior and essence- New York overflows with humanity of every kind. Often called the melting pot of the world, I am still deeply in love with this City and grateful for the opportunity to call it home.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
The Day Before That Day...
Just to quickly follow-up on my last post...
The Agent Night went very well. I'd say 70% enjoyed what I did and I feel a glimmer of hope. There were 10 agents present, 5 in each room. We came in, as our headshots were distributed to those at the table, I found my chair, handed the scene to the reader with me and read the scene. Each agent was given a feedback form, which we received back a few minutes after we exited the room. I was one of the last few people to work in front of them, which could work in my favor or not. They say an agent will know if they are interested in the first 15 seconds you're in front of them. Which is good, cause I hadn't even opened my mouth yet by that point! Now, I'm figuring out the follow-up procedure with these folks! Luckily I have some opportunities to be on stage so I can invite them out!
Also, I had a couple auditions yesterday. One for a web-series, which are becoming increasingly popular! The other was for a student film for NY Film Academy. Both went very well and I really liked each director. Now is the waiting game! The horrible truth is I may never hear from them (which is a rejection...obviously).
Now to the subject of the Title... September 11th is tomorrow! Apparently, NY is under terror watch more so than normal. Both myself and my roommate received calls from our mothers about things up here. I cannot honestly say I've noticed anything different, but maybe that's cause they're being so stealthy! Also, I haven't been in Times Square at all! My roommate works in Times Square so I wished him luck as he left for work this morning! That's kinda the reality up here. Life continues on, despite the threat, the turmoil, the tragedy.
I'm grateful September 11th falls on a Sunday for the 10th anniversary.
The Agent Night went very well. I'd say 70% enjoyed what I did and I feel a glimmer of hope. There were 10 agents present, 5 in each room. We came in, as our headshots were distributed to those at the table, I found my chair, handed the scene to the reader with me and read the scene. Each agent was given a feedback form, which we received back a few minutes after we exited the room. I was one of the last few people to work in front of them, which could work in my favor or not. They say an agent will know if they are interested in the first 15 seconds you're in front of them. Which is good, cause I hadn't even opened my mouth yet by that point! Now, I'm figuring out the follow-up procedure with these folks! Luckily I have some opportunities to be on stage so I can invite them out!
Also, I had a couple auditions yesterday. One for a web-series, which are becoming increasingly popular! The other was for a student film for NY Film Academy. Both went very well and I really liked each director. Now is the waiting game! The horrible truth is I may never hear from them (which is a rejection...obviously).
Now to the subject of the Title... September 11th is tomorrow! Apparently, NY is under terror watch more so than normal. Both myself and my roommate received calls from our mothers about things up here. I cannot honestly say I've noticed anything different, but maybe that's cause they're being so stealthy! Also, I haven't been in Times Square at all! My roommate works in Times Square so I wished him luck as he left for work this morning! That's kinda the reality up here. Life continues on, despite the threat, the turmoil, the tragedy.
I'm grateful September 11th falls on a Sunday for the 10th anniversary.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Welcome to a new school year!
Even though I've been out of school for a good 5 years now, I still mark my life by the school calendar. Is that normal? Is it just because I like the idea of beginnings, so I get an excuse in September to start something new? I've adopted the European summer where I take at least one month completely off! This year it was August! I wonder how much longer I can keep doing this!
Now that we're almost a week into September, I must declare I am going to focus this blog more on what happens in my acting life with splashes of everyday life from this brain of mine! This is of course assuming I have stuff to write about, but we shall see! This is, after all, the reason I moved to this City from my happy life in Austin, Texas! So here we go!
The week ahead includes, meeting with agents Wednesday night to impress them with my incredible acting ability all in 2 pages of a scene! Yep, that's how much time I get! Can't say we're inefficient here in NYC! Also, I will be assisting with auditions for the Off-Off Broadway company, of which I am a member. Always a learning experience to be on the auditor side. Its really not as scary as we make it! Ugh! And later I will be going in for a web series. This week is actually a good one!
Luckily, its raining in NYC today, so its an indoor day to write and rehearse! Btw, if you haven't read The Help, pick it up and enjoy! My favorite line in the book just happens to be the author's favorite too (I think we could be friends).
"Wasn't that the point of the book? For women to realize, We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as I'd thought"
Now that we're almost a week into September, I must declare I am going to focus this blog more on what happens in my acting life with splashes of everyday life from this brain of mine! This is of course assuming I have stuff to write about, but we shall see! This is, after all, the reason I moved to this City from my happy life in Austin, Texas! So here we go!
The week ahead includes, meeting with agents Wednesday night to impress them with my incredible acting ability all in 2 pages of a scene! Yep, that's how much time I get! Can't say we're inefficient here in NYC! Also, I will be assisting with auditions for the Off-Off Broadway company, of which I am a member. Always a learning experience to be on the auditor side. Its really not as scary as we make it! Ugh! And later I will be going in for a web series. This week is actually a good one!
Luckily, its raining in NYC today, so its an indoor day to write and rehearse! Btw, if you haven't read The Help, pick it up and enjoy! My favorite line in the book just happens to be the author's favorite too (I think we could be friends).
"Wasn't that the point of the book? For women to realize, We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as I'd thought"
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Melting...
New York City hit a record 104 on Friday, but the heat index was higher! Now, as a native Texan, I know anyone down south will read that and laugh in a casual, "yeah... and....?" kinda way. I've survived the 30 consecutive-100-degree-days that are becoming a staple for Texas summers, however may I remind you all that you travel from your centrally air-conditioned home to your SUV that may take 5-10 minutes for the AC to kick in, then you get out of your ice-box car and walk into an equally freezing store/gym/restaurant.
In New York City... there is no escape. My poor window unit is cranking out as much cool air as it can, but its a little guy, he can only do so much. As soon as I step out of my room, it hits! I'll shower and immediately start sweating, so I'll rush into my room to air dry. But as soon as I step out into the hallway of my apartment, the heat and humidity are present. Walking down the street provides a slight breeze, but there is the inevitable dissent into the subway. The guts of NYC, which today closely resembles the atmosphere inside a body, probably! Stagnant air so thick its difficult to take a deep breath. The thin layer of sweat already covering your body begins to pool into drops that roll down your back. If you're lucky a train will arrive shortly that is, God-willing, air-conditioned. However, on this particularly hot day, the train air-condition cannot keep up, so its a muggy mess inside the car. A traveling sauna makes its way from 145th St down to lower Manhattan.
Lucky for me I'm only riding til 57th St this day, where I'm transferring to make my way to Brooklyn. I'm working on a film shoot this afternoon. Now anyone who has ever had the pleasure of shooting a film knows that any time the camera is rolling, any noise making device must be turned off so as not to interfere with the sound. This includes AC & fans. So the sweating continues throughout the day! Joy! By 5 pm I have sweated through all of my clothes, but its pointless to return home to shower because of the above paragraph. What do I do? I bob over to H&M and buy a new outfit for $10. I love H&M!
I enjoyed a friend's show that night but immediately after I bid them goodnight and raced home dying for a shower! It's a sweaty business living in NYC in July! Glad I'm vacating for August!
In New York City... there is no escape. My poor window unit is cranking out as much cool air as it can, but its a little guy, he can only do so much. As soon as I step out of my room, it hits! I'll shower and immediately start sweating, so I'll rush into my room to air dry. But as soon as I step out into the hallway of my apartment, the heat and humidity are present. Walking down the street provides a slight breeze, but there is the inevitable dissent into the subway. The guts of NYC, which today closely resembles the atmosphere inside a body, probably! Stagnant air so thick its difficult to take a deep breath. The thin layer of sweat already covering your body begins to pool into drops that roll down your back. If you're lucky a train will arrive shortly that is, God-willing, air-conditioned. However, on this particularly hot day, the train air-condition cannot keep up, so its a muggy mess inside the car. A traveling sauna makes its way from 145th St down to lower Manhattan.
Lucky for me I'm only riding til 57th St this day, where I'm transferring to make my way to Brooklyn. I'm working on a film shoot this afternoon. Now anyone who has ever had the pleasure of shooting a film knows that any time the camera is rolling, any noise making device must be turned off so as not to interfere with the sound. This includes AC & fans. So the sweating continues throughout the day! Joy! By 5 pm I have sweated through all of my clothes, but its pointless to return home to shower because of the above paragraph. What do I do? I bob over to H&M and buy a new outfit for $10. I love H&M!
I enjoyed a friend's show that night but immediately after I bid them goodnight and raced home dying for a shower! It's a sweaty business living in NYC in July! Glad I'm vacating for August!
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Liberation!!!
Just because I do this often, doesn't make it any easier!
Since moving to New York 3 years ago, I have moved 4 times, held 3 jobs and made $0 in the profession I'm pursuing (acting). And yet, I take another plunge into the unknown fully confident of landing on my feet, because...well... it is New York City!
My most recent job of serving coffee to the rich and occasionally famous clientele of Tribeca ended this past Sunday. After two years in lower Manhattan, I walked away feeling a great sense of relief. I've met so many great folks who are now good friends of mine, shared many stories across the counter and even managed to make some connections in the business and gain some babysitting clients! I do not look forward to having to start paying for my coffee, but I do look forward to not having to work for tips! Yes, I am determined to never return to the restaurant business! Despite its immediate and lucrative return, it makes me jaded toward people, as a whole. Not good. So I leave it behind!
Coincidentally (I don't actually believe in coincidence), my final weekend at work fell on opening weekend for a show in which I'm performing. It's called Dear Brutus written by JM Barrie (author of Peter Pan). A delightful ensemble piece where I get to work with such fun actors. The past month of rehearsing til late in the night, then having to wake up for work, has been incredibly draining, but the hard work has paid off for our run. Such a joy to perform and play on stage! It's actually the perfect transition. Moving from what I had to do to what I love to do! Soon I'll get paid for it, so I can just love my work all the time! I know, I know-- I'm a dreamer!
Since moving to New York 3 years ago, I have moved 4 times, held 3 jobs and made $0 in the profession I'm pursuing (acting). And yet, I take another plunge into the unknown fully confident of landing on my feet, because...well... it is New York City!
My most recent job of serving coffee to the rich and occasionally famous clientele of Tribeca ended this past Sunday. After two years in lower Manhattan, I walked away feeling a great sense of relief. I've met so many great folks who are now good friends of mine, shared many stories across the counter and even managed to make some connections in the business and gain some babysitting clients! I do not look forward to having to start paying for my coffee, but I do look forward to not having to work for tips! Yes, I am determined to never return to the restaurant business! Despite its immediate and lucrative return, it makes me jaded toward people, as a whole. Not good. So I leave it behind!
Coincidentally (I don't actually believe in coincidence), my final weekend at work fell on opening weekend for a show in which I'm performing. It's called Dear Brutus written by JM Barrie (author of Peter Pan). A delightful ensemble piece where I get to work with such fun actors. The past month of rehearsing til late in the night, then having to wake up for work, has been incredibly draining, but the hard work has paid off for our run. Such a joy to perform and play on stage! It's actually the perfect transition. Moving from what I had to do to what I love to do! Soon I'll get paid for it, so I can just love my work all the time! I know, I know-- I'm a dreamer!
Friday, May 27, 2011
(heavy sigh)
Warning: This one is not so cheery, but its honest.
Wednesday could possibly be the worst day in recent memory. I was repeatedly bashed over the head with the reality that no matter what, I cannot do everything I really want to do and subsequently I let people down, I disappoint. I don't mean this to sound in any way arrogant and that I'm so popular I couldn't possibly accept all invitations. NO! I mean the simplest thing, I feel like there are just not enough express trains to get me to everything and I certainly can't afford cabs. I'm not so in love with NYC at this moment.
Wednesday morning, I rose to the humidity trying to slowly begin my glorious day off. However, immediately (and foolishly) I checked my email on my phone and boom 2 hours later my quiet morning is gone. Apparently I had a lot of emailing to do, castings to submit to and things to mail out! Now I'm rushing off to catch a noon yoga class, but because I've only ever been to this studio once (I visit every studio in Manhattan to do their intro special, then never go back- I'm a creative poor person) So I'm running into the class. Having only spared enough time for a banana all morning, my blood sugars is a little low. Needless to say, this was not an easy class.
Upon departing the yoga studio, still sweating from the humidity- and to be perfectly honest, I'm a sweater- I rush off to UCB for my improv class. Now I'm not sure at all how I managed to be a tiny bit late to this class but I was. The magic of navigating an unfamiliar part of Manhattan! Class was fun, but it was one of those "learning" days for me... in other words I didn't feel funny at ALL, which is rough when you're doing improv. Ah, well, shake it off, right? This is where the day really takes a turn for the worse.
Now in my "yes" mentality of life, I have double-booked myself. I'm supposed to have dinner with my dear friends in Brooklyn AND attend an art show with portraits inspired by a theater piece I co-wrote and performed a year ago. I thought maybe if I rush out to Brooklyn for cocktails then I can be back for the show, OH AND I got an email to be a reader for screenplay from a splendid actress from a theater group I've started meeting with! So I'm rushing to the wine shop to grab a bottle to... I dunno... FLY to Brooklyn so I can be back by 7 to Chelsea then midtown by 8. Ambitious, I know. Everything came to a screeching halt when I realized, in my haste to leave UCB after class, I left my sweatshirt with my house keys in the pocket. ________ insert your expletive of choice!
There goes Brooklyn, but maybe I can make the art show. I call my friends in Brooklyn and say maybe I can meet up with them after the reading, if they're still out. This seems to appease them... phew! I then rush back up to UCB only to find my sweatshirt was kindly picked up by one of my fellow classmates. Thoughtful, yes. Helpful, no. Through the wonder of mass emailing, I found out my sweatshirt was safe and sound on the Upper East Side (I live in West Harlem) BUT on the bright side, its with someone.
I rush over to the show and literally walk in, find my gorgeous photographer friend, 'ooooh and ahhhh' at the photographs, kiss her cheek and walk out the door. I had to rush over to East 43rd for the screenplay reading. This part was actually the lone bright spot of the entire day. I just have to pause and give reverence to the part of my day that I loved. We read on top of a 10 story building right by the United Nations overlooking the East River. Despite the dark nature of the screenplay, it was perfect. We had a discussion afterward about the script, which pushed my departure time back to 11 p.m. Still having to go retrieve my sweatshirt from the East 80's, I lamely texted my Brooklyn darlings with my regrets- to which I got no reply, not a good sign.
My dear roommate accompanied me to the sweatshirt safehouse and we decided to venture on a bus for a ride home. Good in theory and maybe at that hour it truly was the fastest way home, but it took us an hour to go from E 86th st to W 140th st. Sheesh!
The only time I felt fully present and not frustratedly out of sorts was on that rooftop, reading a screenplay... is that indicative of something, do you think?
Wednesday could possibly be the worst day in recent memory. I was repeatedly bashed over the head with the reality that no matter what, I cannot do everything I really want to do and subsequently I let people down, I disappoint. I don't mean this to sound in any way arrogant and that I'm so popular I couldn't possibly accept all invitations. NO! I mean the simplest thing, I feel like there are just not enough express trains to get me to everything and I certainly can't afford cabs. I'm not so in love with NYC at this moment.
Wednesday morning, I rose to the humidity trying to slowly begin my glorious day off. However, immediately (and foolishly) I checked my email on my phone and boom 2 hours later my quiet morning is gone. Apparently I had a lot of emailing to do, castings to submit to and things to mail out! Now I'm rushing off to catch a noon yoga class, but because I've only ever been to this studio once (I visit every studio in Manhattan to do their intro special, then never go back- I'm a creative poor person) So I'm running into the class. Having only spared enough time for a banana all morning, my blood sugars is a little low. Needless to say, this was not an easy class.
Upon departing the yoga studio, still sweating from the humidity- and to be perfectly honest, I'm a sweater- I rush off to UCB for my improv class. Now I'm not sure at all how I managed to be a tiny bit late to this class but I was. The magic of navigating an unfamiliar part of Manhattan! Class was fun, but it was one of those "learning" days for me... in other words I didn't feel funny at ALL, which is rough when you're doing improv. Ah, well, shake it off, right? This is where the day really takes a turn for the worse.
Now in my "yes" mentality of life, I have double-booked myself. I'm supposed to have dinner with my dear friends in Brooklyn AND attend an art show with portraits inspired by a theater piece I co-wrote and performed a year ago. I thought maybe if I rush out to Brooklyn for cocktails then I can be back for the show, OH AND I got an email to be a reader for screenplay from a splendid actress from a theater group I've started meeting with! So I'm rushing to the wine shop to grab a bottle to... I dunno... FLY to Brooklyn so I can be back by 7 to Chelsea then midtown by 8. Ambitious, I know. Everything came to a screeching halt when I realized, in my haste to leave UCB after class, I left my sweatshirt with my house keys in the pocket. ________ insert your expletive of choice!
There goes Brooklyn, but maybe I can make the art show. I call my friends in Brooklyn and say maybe I can meet up with them after the reading, if they're still out. This seems to appease them... phew! I then rush back up to UCB only to find my sweatshirt was kindly picked up by one of my fellow classmates. Thoughtful, yes. Helpful, no. Through the wonder of mass emailing, I found out my sweatshirt was safe and sound on the Upper East Side (I live in West Harlem) BUT on the bright side, its with someone.
I rush over to the show and literally walk in, find my gorgeous photographer friend, 'ooooh and ahhhh' at the photographs, kiss her cheek and walk out the door. I had to rush over to East 43rd for the screenplay reading. This part was actually the lone bright spot of the entire day. I just have to pause and give reverence to the part of my day that I loved. We read on top of a 10 story building right by the United Nations overlooking the East River. Despite the dark nature of the screenplay, it was perfect. We had a discussion afterward about the script, which pushed my departure time back to 11 p.m. Still having to go retrieve my sweatshirt from the East 80's, I lamely texted my Brooklyn darlings with my regrets- to which I got no reply, not a good sign.
My dear roommate accompanied me to the sweatshirt safehouse and we decided to venture on a bus for a ride home. Good in theory and maybe at that hour it truly was the fastest way home, but it took us an hour to go from E 86th st to W 140th st. Sheesh!
The only time I felt fully present and not frustratedly out of sorts was on that rooftop, reading a screenplay... is that indicative of something, do you think?
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Spring has sprung!
At last! The NY winter refused to go quietly this year, but the past few weeks have been a glorious reward. Now, for someone who grew up in a land of two seasons (TX=4 weeks of winter and endless summer) spring has grown to become truly a rebirth of my love for New York City, and I appreciate it more with each passing year. Its not just because my birthday is in the spring, which formerly served as my reason for liking spring. After trudging through piles of snow (so many times this winter) and wearing layers upon layers of clothing and the sun setting at 3 p.m. and consuming more coffee than one should simply to stay warm, spring is NY's resurrection!
Sidewalk din
ing, sunny afternoons in the park, smiles on the faces of New Yorkers and everyone suddenly wants to take their dogs on a walk! I swear the amount of dogs I've seen in the last few weeks has increased exponentially! My mood has also increased exponentially, as has the amount of visitors we've housed in our Harlem apartment. I just had to write to say- Spring, I love you!
Monday, May 2, 2011
TriBeCa Film Festival
Now, I've worked in TriBeCa for over a year now. Last year I received one free ticket from Bob's office to a premiere and walked the red carpet in my flip-flops (which I blogged about) and it was a fun introduction to the world of film festivals. THIS year, however, after making thousands more coffees & teas for employees of TriBeCa Film, I enjoyed the festival on a whole other level! That's right, it just takes a little time for those early mornings to pay off! 
:)
Through various connections that I've established across my marble coffee counter, I received every ticket I requested with a couple bonus ones! I had so many tickets I couldn't even use them all and was able to share the wealth with other poor actors! Wonderful! I even got a birthday bonus invite to an exclusive screening & party!
The 10th Annual TriBeCa Film Festival began two days after my birthday! Let this be a lesson to all those shy, passive folks out there... let people know its your birthday!!! Even if you don't want to say how old you are (which you shouldn't care unless you're an actor/model/any profession where that DOES matter), its the one day that you are allowed- nay, expected- to be the center of attention AND people love to tell you happy birthday! So let them! Now, luckily I was able to work on my birthday, which meant my day was full of love! Plus, I got an amazing invite to a screening and after-party during the festival!
Fast-forward to the screening, the film was ok. It was called "The High Cost of Living" starring Zach Braff and Isabelle Blais. An interesting storyline that might have been more believable with a more sympathetic c
haracter. Isabelle Blais was lovely and tender in the film, but Zach Braff seemed distant. Anyway, after the screening we headed to the after-party at the Mondrian Hotel Penthouse in SoHo. An incredible view of Manhattan, with a huge terrace (that was too windy to stand on for too long) and a room full of film folks! Love it! I attended this screening/party with a co-worker from the hotel, which meant we knew no one in the room! Great! At first, the sheer excitement of just being in the room and people watching felt sufficiently entertaining, however what kind of struggling actress would I be if I didn't realize the networking opportunity I found myself in!
Across the room I spotted a familiar face, is that... yes, it is! Shawn Hunter from Boy Meets World!!! Well, just for my own wonderful memories I have to go say hi to this fella! So I muster up the courage and just don't care, walk over and politely ask, "Can I just be a teenage fan for one second?" Rider Strong is his real name! And such a gem. He was so gracious and lovely. He then introduced me to his producer, and girlfriend, Alex and then his co-writer and director and brother, Shiloh. They were all so fun and great conversation that we just hung out with them the rest of the party! I found out they had a short film in the festival, which I screened a couple days later!
All in all, this was far and away the best festival I've personally experienced! The films I viewed are listed below with a quick review. Some of them are already released in select theaters in NY. Oh, and I did walk a couple more red carpets this time around, but with close-toed shoes!
"The Bang Bang Club"
~slightly unfocused as they tried to cover apartheid and the group of photographers, so neither were solid
"Higher Ground"
~directorial debut of Vera Farmiga, beautifully told journey of a woman's evolving faith, very tender and relevant
"Last Night"
~will they/won't they? its an interesting look at infidelity and its many layers-- super fun viewing experience, which probably enhanced my feelings toward the film
"Romantics Anonymous"
~quirky French romantic comedy including chocolate- really delightful and charming
Series of Shorts-- all good with varied subject matter, but of course I'm partial to the film by the Strong brothers called "The Dungeon Master". They're very talented and charming, plus Rider is a walking piece of nostalgia for many folks my age, so I think they might do well! I hope so anyway!
Next year I'll be attending the festival as someone involved in one of the films! Won't that be nice!
:)Through various connections that I've established across my marble coffee counter, I received every ticket I requested with a couple bonus ones! I had so many tickets I couldn't even use them all and was able to share the wealth with other poor actors! Wonderful! I even got a birthday bonus invite to an exclusive screening & party!
The 10th Annual TriBeCa Film Festival began two days after my birthday! Let this be a lesson to all those shy, passive folks out there... let people know its your birthday!!! Even if you don't want to say how old you are (which you shouldn't care unless you're an actor/model/any profession where that DOES matter), its the one day that you are allowed- nay, expected- to be the center of attention AND people love to tell you happy birthday! So let them! Now, luckily I was able to work on my birthday, which meant my day was full of love! Plus, I got an amazing invite to a screening and after-party during the festival!
Fast-forward to the screening, the film was ok. It was called "The High Cost of Living" starring Zach Braff and Isabelle Blais. An interesting storyline that might have been more believable with a more sympathetic c
haracter. Isabelle Blais was lovely and tender in the film, but Zach Braff seemed distant. Anyway, after the screening we headed to the after-party at the Mondrian Hotel Penthouse in SoHo. An incredible view of Manhattan, with a huge terrace (that was too windy to stand on for too long) and a room full of film folks! Love it! I attended this screening/party with a co-worker from the hotel, which meant we knew no one in the room! Great! At first, the sheer excitement of just being in the room and people watching felt sufficiently entertaining, however what kind of struggling actress would I be if I didn't realize the networking opportunity I found myself in!Across the room I spotted a familiar face, is that... yes, it is! Shawn Hunter from Boy Meets World!!! Well, just for my own wonderful memories I have to go say hi to this fella! So I muster up the courage and just don't care, walk over and politely ask, "Can I just be a teenage fan for one second?" Rider Strong is his real name! And such a gem. He was so gracious and lovely. He then introduced me to his producer, and girlfriend, Alex and then his co-writer and director and brother, Shiloh. They were all so fun and great conversation that we just hung out with them the rest of the party! I found out they had a short film in the festival, which I screened a couple days later!
All in all, this was far and away the best festival I've personally experienced! The films I viewed are listed below with a quick review. Some of them are already released in select theaters in NY. Oh, and I did walk a couple more red carpets this time around, but with close-toed shoes!
"The Bang Bang Club"
~slightly unfocused as they tried to cover apartheid and the group of photographers, so neither were solid
"Higher Ground"
~directorial debut of Vera Farmiga, beautifully told journey of a woman's evolving faith, very tender and relevant
"Last Night"
~will they/won't they? its an interesting look at infidelity and its many layers-- super fun viewing experience, which probably enhanced my feelings toward the film
"Romantics Anonymous"
~quirky French romantic comedy including chocolate- really delightful and charming
Series of Shorts-- all good with varied subject matter, but of course I'm partial to the film by the Strong brothers called "The Dungeon Master". They're very talented and charming, plus Rider is a walking piece of nostalgia for many folks my age, so I think they might do well! I hope so anyway!
Next year I'll be attending the festival as someone involved in one of the films! Won't that be nice!
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
HALF MARATHON
The sound of church bells pulls me from my slumber at 5:30 a.m. A calm, gentle chime to transport me from the floating subconscious to the waking world. Sunday mornings usually begin this way, however I am not heading to Tribeca to serve coffee to the brunching stroller brigade. Oh no, this Sunday is all mine! And I'm voluntarily running 13.1 miles in Central Park with about 8,000 other women!
Team Honduras slowly rises to greet the pre-dawn morning. My older sister beside me in the bed and our other teammate, Tiffany, has already popped her head in the room to make sure we haven't accidentally forgotten to get up. Must eat 2 hours before the race, so Rachel gets to work toasting our whole wheat English muffins with almond butter. We decide to wake up the whole house by setting off my overly sensitive fire alarm when toasting the muffins on the stove! Our fourth teammate is Bethany, also team photographer and designated jacket holder for the race! Whom we greatly appreciate!
We manage to
catch an express train down to Columbus Circle. Very fortunate considering we lost a few minutes when we got to the subway and realize someone forgot their Metro card (Tiff)! We MUST be at the start one hour prior to start time so we can use the restroom, stretch, use the restroom, check our bag, use the restroom and warm-up! One of the many new experiences this race allows me to experience... Central Park at sunrise. So peaceful!
We make our way to the corral with all the other heifers, waiting for the race to begin. Lots of people have to say a few inspiring words before we start, none of whom I knew or could hear. We did all pause for the singing of the national anthem. And then slowly but surely the thousands of women around me move from a walk to a jog to a run. And we're off!
Let me preface the account of our race with this: Rachel and Tiffany have been training buddies in Honduras since we signed up in January. They're a little hardcore about it and to be perfectly honest, its been a hard winter in New York City, so I have trained as best I could, kind of. All that to say, I was not 100% sure I could even run the whole 13.1 miles, but my sister and I made a deal that if I never walked, she would stay with me the whole time. Thanks Rachie! Tiffany on the other hand left us on mile 2! She also set a personal best, so we're very proud of her! Also, Rachel and I decided we were going to dedicate each mile to someone we loved, which would motivate us a little extra during the race. Oh! And a last minute decision to run with my iphone allows me to document the journey around the park!
Mile 1 is for
the parents, who recently celebrated 33 years of marriage!
I am feeling good and quite pleased with my photography skills in mid-stride! The sun is shining! This is going to be a wonderful run. Mile 2 put us on the the UES near the Great Lawn in park. Still able to converse fairly well with my sister and trying not to think about the approaching hills. Stay present. Stay present. Actually the climb by the boathouse
wasn't so bad. Mile 3 is for our Air Force brother Zac, who is somewhere overseas flying some mission! We're so proud! Mile 4... dreading! The climb on the top side of the park. A slow, gradual incline that just keeps curving and you can never see the crest. However, due to adrenaline or peer pressure, I maintain a positive, almost happy disposition as we receive encouragement from folks clapping and cheering us on! I think they're angels! Mile 4 is dedicated to my roommate Jacob, so I sent him this picture, which woke him up laughing! This inspired him to get out of bed and come down to Central Park to be my lone supporter! I will love him forever for this!
We cont
inue traveling down the west side of the park thru Mile 5. Did I mention this race was just loops of Central Park? The park is about 6 miles, so we ran a little over 2 loops. As we pass the Delacorte Theatre (where Shakespeare in the Park is during the summer) I do my best to quote a few lines from a sonnet, but my lungs and brain are a bit short on oxygen to I can't get out much. Mile 6 is for my brother Matt, who just recently visited me! Mile 7 is for brother Adam! And Mile 8 for brother Joey! Good thing I have a large family to fill up these mil
es! You can see the truth start to show in my eyes for these pictures! Mile 9 is for our dear Bethany! And Mile 10 for the Grandparents back in Dallas! Mile 10 is the second adventure with the slow and steady incline at the top of the park! This time I pull the headphones out of my iPhone and allow my sister to be inspired by the tunes! What came on? "Hullaballoo! Caneck! Caneck!" The Aggie War Hymn, which anyone reading this who has never heard of Texas A&M will be ultra-confused, but anyone who knows it and especially is an Aggie will appreciate how brilliant the timing is for this song to play! Definitely got up the hill with that!
The foll
owing miles are rollers on the west side and certainly worthy of a great deal of effort. Its amazing how the simplest phrase can really help inspire you through a difficult moment. A woman on the side, maybe even a volunteer, cheers us on with, "Come on ladies! You can do it! Kick this hills ass!" (sorry mom) But it really did help! I thought, "Yeah! Its not gonna beat me! I can keep my legs going!" Which, by the way, each leg weighs 50lbs at this point! Mile 11 is for Krissy, my other roommate. For Mile 12, Rachel and I were a little lost as to who we wanted to dedicate it to. We were out of brothers and parents and grandparents. We decided to devote Mile 12 to my brothers girlfriend, Ashley, whom we love like a sister anyway! And Mile 13, the finale, the home stretch, the coup de gras is dedicated to each other! Awwwww! Aren't we sweet?
! Even the last mile is crazy hard! But there are SO many people around for the last couple miles that there is no way I'm stopping to walk here! We make the turn toward the fountain and the race path gets incredibly narrow. Our teammate, Tiffany, had already finished, so she burst through the crowd to scream, "Go Team Honduras" as we made our final push! Maybe the most people dodging of the entire race is there in that last tenth of a mile! How could someone possibly walk now?! I actually speed up! Rachie & I cross the finish line together!
We immedia
tely hit a wall of runners filing through a tiny passage way to receive our medals, apples, bagels, and shiny space capes (not sure what they're really called but this is what I call them). I think a little more planning needs to go into the finish area. Way too narrow! But we did it! I picked up two apples, two bagels and couldn't wait to get my
cape!
We snap photos together! Share race stories! Congratulate one another! And bask in the endorphin-induced euphoric state of completing on of the most challenging physical efforts of my life! I am truly surprised I ran the entire race and profoundly awed by what can be accomplished when doubt is shunned and possibility embraced, fully!
The post-race festival ends up being a little lame-o, with not nearly the food we had hoped. We do get a free stretch and on our way out of the park, stop by the bagel/apple station to load up! Delicious & free!
This final image is what I found in my house this morning, three days after the race. Team Honduras has parted ways, with two teammates returning to Honduras and one to Tennessee. Shoes abandoned having surpassed their duties, running more miles than they should through the trails leading to and from Guatemala and the streets of Manhattan. How many conversations do they hold? How many thoughts have they carried? Could there be a better place of rest than laying side by side in the spring sunshine? I sooooo appreciate my sister and Tiffany dumping their old, smelly shoes in my house! Haha! Kidding! I kinda like the memento!
Team Honduras slowly rises to greet the pre-dawn morning. My older sister beside me in the bed and our other teammate, Tiffany, has already popped her head in the room to make sure we haven't accidentally forgotten to get up. Must eat 2 hours before the race, so Rachel gets to work toasting our whole wheat English muffins with almond butter. We decide to wake up the whole house by setting off my overly sensitive fire alarm when toasting the muffins on the stove! Our fourth teammate is Bethany, also team photographer and designated jacket holder for the race! Whom we greatly appreciate!
We manage to
catch an express train down to Columbus Circle. Very fortunate considering we lost a few minutes when we got to the subway and realize someone forgot their Metro card (Tiff)! We MUST be at the start one hour prior to start time so we can use the restroom, stretch, use the restroom, check our bag, use the restroom and warm-up! One of the many new experiences this race allows me to experience... Central Park at sunrise. So peaceful!
We make our way to the corral with all the other heifers, waiting for the race to begin. Lots of people have to say a few inspiring words before we start, none of whom I knew or could hear. We did all pause for the singing of the national anthem. And then slowly but surely the thousands of women around me move from a walk to a jog to a run. And we're off!
Let me preface the account of our race with this: Rachel and Tiffany have been training buddies in Honduras since we signed up in January. They're a little hardcore about it and to be perfectly honest, its been a hard winter in New York City, so I have trained as best I could, kind of. All that to say, I was not 100% sure I could even run the whole 13.1 miles, but my sister and I made a deal that if I never walked, she would stay with me the whole time. Thanks Rachie! Tiffany on the other hand left us on mile 2! She also set a personal best, so we're very proud of her! Also, Rachel and I decided we were going to dedicate each mile to someone we loved, which would motivate us a little extra during the race. Oh! And a last minute decision to run with my iphone allows me to document the journey around the park!
Mile 1 is for
the parents, who recently celebrated 33 years of marriage!I am feeling good and quite pleased with my photography skills in mid-stride! The sun is shining! This is going to be a wonderful run. Mile 2 put us on the the UES near the Great Lawn in park. Still able to converse fairly well with my sister and trying not to think about the approaching hills. Stay present. Stay present. Actually the climb by the boathouse
wasn't so bad. Mile 3 is for our Air Force brother Zac, who is somewhere overseas flying some mission! We're so proud! Mile 4... dreading! The climb on the top side of the park. A slow, gradual incline that just keeps curving and you can never see the crest. However, due to adrenaline or peer pressure, I maintain a positive, almost happy disposition as we receive encouragement from folks clapping and cheering us on! I think they're angels! Mile 4 is dedicated to my roommate Jacob, so I sent him this picture, which woke him up laughing! This inspired him to get out of bed and come down to Central Park to be my lone supporter! I will love him forever for this!We cont
inue traveling down the west side of the park thru Mile 5. Did I mention this race was just loops of Central Park? The park is about 6 miles, so we ran a little over 2 loops. As we pass the Delacorte Theatre (where Shakespeare in the Park is during the summer) I do my best to quote a few lines from a sonnet, but my lungs and brain are a bit short on oxygen to I can't get out much. Mile 6 is for my brother Matt, who just recently visited me! Mile 7 is for brother Adam! And Mile 8 for brother Joey! Good thing I have a large family to fill up these mil
es! You can see the truth start to show in my eyes for these pictures! Mile 9 is for our dear Bethany! And Mile 10 for the Grandparents back in Dallas! Mile 10 is the second adventure with the slow and steady incline at the top of the park! This time I pull the headphones out of my iPhone and allow my sister to be inspired by the tunes! What came on? "Hullaballoo! Caneck! Caneck!" The Aggie War Hymn, which anyone reading this who has never heard of Texas A&M will be ultra-confused, but anyone who knows it and especially is an Aggie will appreciate how brilliant the timing is for this song to play! Definitely got up the hill with that!The foll
owing miles are rollers on the west side and certainly worthy of a great deal of effort. Its amazing how the simplest phrase can really help inspire you through a difficult moment. A woman on the side, maybe even a volunteer, cheers us on with, "Come on ladies! You can do it! Kick this hills ass!" (sorry mom) But it really did help! I thought, "Yeah! Its not gonna beat me! I can keep my legs going!" Which, by the way, each leg weighs 50lbs at this point! Mile 11 is for Krissy, my other roommate. For Mile 12, Rachel and I were a little lost as to who we wanted to dedicate it to. We were out of brothers and parents and grandparents. We decided to devote Mile 12 to my brothers girlfriend, Ashley, whom we love like a sister anyway! And Mile 13, the finale, the home stretch, the coup de gras is dedicated to each other! Awwwww! Aren't we sweet?
! Even the last mile is crazy hard! But there are SO many people around for the last couple miles that there is no way I'm stopping to walk here! We make the turn toward the fountain and the race path gets incredibly narrow. Our teammate, Tiffany, had already finished, so she burst through the crowd to scream, "Go Team Honduras" as we made our final push! Maybe the most people dodging of the entire race is there in that last tenth of a mile! How could someone possibly walk now?! I actually speed up! Rachie & I cross the finish line together!We immedia
tely hit a wall of runners filing through a tiny passage way to receive our medals, apples, bagels, and shiny space capes (not sure what they're really called but this is what I call them). I think a little more planning needs to go into the finish area. Way too narrow! But we did it! I picked up two apples, two bagels and couldn't wait to get my
cape!We snap photos together! Share race stories! Congratulate one another! And bask in the endorphin-induced euphoric state of completing on of the most challenging physical efforts of my life! I am truly surprised I ran the entire race and profoundly awed by what can be accomplished when doubt is shunned and possibility embraced, fully!
The post-race festival ends up being a little lame-o, with not nearly the food we had hoped. We do get a free stretch and on our way out of the park, stop by the bagel/apple station to load up! Delicious & free!
This final image is what I found in my house this morning, three days after the race. Team Honduras has parted ways, with two teammates returning to Honduras and one to Tennessee. Shoes abandoned having surpassed their duties, running more miles than they should through the trails leading to and from Guatemala and the streets of Manhattan. How many conversations do they hold? How many thoughts have they carried? Could there be a better place of rest than laying side by side in the spring sunshine? I sooooo appreciate my sister and Tiffany dumping their old, smelly shoes in my house! Haha! Kidding! I kinda like the memento!
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
The Final Countdown
This afternoon Team Honduras was united for the Women's Half-Marathon Sunday. We're Team Honduras because 2/3 of the team are living in Honduras and our race day shirts are Honduras soccer jerseys! It may be confusing as none us look anything like Hondurans, but it matters not!
Presently, the latest arrivals have decided to scope out the race course. I ran an easy 4 miles this morning. I'm absolutely the slowest one on the team, but hey... I'M ON THE TEAM! I will run as far as my legs can carry me and then I will zen out on the run and my legs will keep going and when I rejoin my body it'll be over and I'll be getting free stuff at the finish line! Can't wait!
Presently, the latest arrivals have decided to scope out the race course. I ran an easy 4 miles this morning. I'm absolutely the slowest one on the team, but hey... I'M ON THE TEAM! I will run as far as my legs can carry me and then I will zen out on the run and my legs will keep going and when I rejoin my body it'll be over and I'll be getting free stuff at the finish line! Can't wait!
Monday, March 14, 2011
Ugh... Daylight Savings
Nothing makes me happier than the thought of longer evenings spent in the warm glow of a late afternoon sun. A time when I can get off work and still have hours to enjoy the bustling metropolis of Manhattan. HOWEVER, that first day after we "spring forward" and are robbed a precious hour of sleep, I reconsider its value.
"Is it entirely necessary to subject our bodies to this every year?" "Other countries don't practice this ridiculous ritual of moving clocks and therefore confusing everyone?" "Why does my phone jump ahead and not my computer?" All these thoughts were circulating thru my mind yesterday morning as I awoke. And it was a long, arduous day of serving brunch to those who did get to sleep in (i loathe them).
To allow my body to adjust to this immense time shift, I came home and went to bed at 6 p.m. Nevermind that I was several hours behind on sleep from this past week. It definitely had nothing to do with that and everything to do with losing one, single, solitary hour due to daylight savings!
p.s. half-marathon is in 3 weeks!
"Is it entirely necessary to subject our bodies to this every year?" "Other countries don't practice this ridiculous ritual of moving clocks and therefore confusing everyone?" "Why does my phone jump ahead and not my computer?" All these thoughts were circulating thru my mind yesterday morning as I awoke. And it was a long, arduous day of serving brunch to those who did get to sleep in (i loathe them).
To allow my body to adjust to this immense time shift, I came home and went to bed at 6 p.m. Nevermind that I was several hours behind on sleep from this past week. It definitely had nothing to do with that and everything to do with losing one, single, solitary hour due to daylight savings!
p.s. half-marathon is in 3 weeks!
Monday, March 7, 2011
The Unexpected!
Last night marked the closing night of "A Night of One Acts" with Love Creek Productions (that Off-Off Broadway company, of which I am a member). Unbeknownst to Erin, Sunday night's show began at 7 p.m. not 8 p.m. like the two previous nights. Oops!
As I was en route to the theater last night, I received a text message at 7:10 p.m. from my scene partner saying, "Our show started at 7 tonight". Then I checked my email and at 6 p.m. my director had emailed a reminder saying the same thing. Now, I accept full responsibility for not checking the flyer of the program to double-check start times BUT my director and I had exchanged emails earlier in the day and that might have been a better time to remind me OR my scene partner arrived to the theater at 5:30 p.m. and found out our show started at 7 p.m., so a text message from him would have been helpful too! Again, though, I know it was my own fault and thank goodness this is a relaxed group of people and a night of One Acts is easy to shift around a bit.
So we opened the second half after intermission, which was great cause it allowed us to set the stage. We had our best performance of the run (still with dropped lines) and I felt humbled and embarrassed for my mistake, but no one seemed to care. I love Off-Off Broadway! Good lesson to learn early in my career... no one will look out for you, you must be on top of yourself! I don't think I'll ever be late again!
As I was en route to the theater last night, I received a text message at 7:10 p.m. from my scene partner saying, "Our show started at 7 tonight". Then I checked my email and at 6 p.m. my director had emailed a reminder saying the same thing. Now, I accept full responsibility for not checking the flyer of the program to double-check start times BUT my director and I had exchanged emails earlier in the day and that might have been a better time to remind me OR my scene partner arrived to the theater at 5:30 p.m. and found out our show started at 7 p.m., so a text message from him would have been helpful too! Again, though, I know it was my own fault and thank goodness this is a relaxed group of people and a night of One Acts is easy to shift around a bit.
So we opened the second half after intermission, which was great cause it allowed us to set the stage. We had our best performance of the run (still with dropped lines) and I felt humbled and embarrassed for my mistake, but no one seemed to care. I love Off-Off Broadway! Good lesson to learn early in my career... no one will look out for you, you must be on top of yourself! I don't think I'll ever be late again!
Friday, March 4, 2011
MARCH
Hooray! This is the month of Spring! I don't care if it actually gets warmer, the very idea of Spring exists in this month! Spring break for schools is this month! St. Patty's Day is this month (not really sure how much that has to do with Spring). I am very happy to report that this is the final month of training for the half-marathon Rachel (sister) and I will be running! To be perfectly honest, my attention has not been entirely occupied with training so I've got one month to really prepare myself to run 13.1 miles! In fact, I'm heading out to do a lap of Central Park right now. The high today is 34 degrees, but its sunny!
Saturday, February 26, 2011
A Life Less Ordinary
Sometimes, when fighting the gusting winds on 8th Avenue and shivering on the subway platform and drinking coffee to suppress hunger, I begin to question the life I'm living. Then I get a text from my old college roommate sharing news of a baby on the way, and I really start rethinking things. Not to say if I had stayed in Austin and found a nice Southern man to marry and a job I liked and start popping out babies of my own that I wouldn't have a similar feeling at some point BUT I feel its a little different up here.
A quiet life like the one I was raised, seems pretty ideal, especially in the dead of winter. (I will admit this is usually the hardest time of year for me). But when I reflect on the years I've spent in NY pursuing this crazy life of uncertainty I cannot help but smile. Many tears and many laughs I've shared with some of the most extraordinary people here. I have no guarantees about my future, which is exhilarating and petrifying all at once. Lucky for me, I have support and faith.
But if spring could come a little early, I'd really appreciate it!!!
A quiet life like the one I was raised, seems pretty ideal, especially in the dead of winter. (I will admit this is usually the hardest time of year for me). But when I reflect on the years I've spent in NY pursuing this crazy life of uncertainty I cannot help but smile. Many tears and many laughs I've shared with some of the most extraordinary people here. I have no guarantees about my future, which is exhilarating and petrifying all at once. Lucky for me, I have support and faith.
But if spring could come a little early, I'd really appreciate it!!!
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
A Week Gone By
Alright, the writing every day thing was a lofty goal, but one I'm continuing to strive for, just so you know!
I caught a glimpse this past weekend of the madness of pulling together a wedding and trying to appease all expectations of everyone the day is NOT about! My dear friend came in from LA and exhausted herself shopping (very successfully, I might add), finding bridesmaid dresses for her wedding late this summer in Hawaii! Her pains were rewarded bringing together an ensemble of delightfully different dresses while utilizing various shades of her colors. As someone who values comfort over fashion, if the dress fits and I don't look heinous, then it works. So when I tried mine on and waited for her comments, she feared I did not like it! I laughed and said, "Do you?" I suppose it will be my dress so I do need to have an opinion, but its her creation of a vision that is her wedding day, so wherever I fit into that picture, I'm fine. I just don't want to mess it up! Heaven help me when its my turn to make all these decisions for my own day! This is no where close to happening so I have no worries for the time being!
Another milestone was reached this weekend... I ran 7 miles. At least I think I did. Its hard to measure distance in the park. Whether or not I did is secondary to thinking that I did! So hooray for me!
Back to work!
I caught a glimpse this past weekend of the madness of pulling together a wedding and trying to appease all expectations of everyone the day is NOT about! My dear friend came in from LA and exhausted herself shopping (very successfully, I might add), finding bridesmaid dresses for her wedding late this summer in Hawaii! Her pains were rewarded bringing together an ensemble of delightfully different dresses while utilizing various shades of her colors. As someone who values comfort over fashion, if the dress fits and I don't look heinous, then it works. So when I tried mine on and waited for her comments, she feared I did not like it! I laughed and said, "Do you?" I suppose it will be my dress so I do need to have an opinion, but its her creation of a vision that is her wedding day, so wherever I fit into that picture, I'm fine. I just don't want to mess it up! Heaven help me when its my turn to make all these decisions for my own day! This is no where close to happening so I have no worries for the time being!
Another milestone was reached this weekend... I ran 7 miles. At least I think I did. Its hard to measure distance in the park. Whether or not I did is secondary to thinking that I did! So hooray for me!
Back to work!
Thursday, February 17, 2011
The Art of Busyness
I assume that is the correct spelling, as spellcheck did not throw a red flag. I call it 'art' because that is a qualifying statement making me feel justified for not writing rather than guilty. Rest assured that despite my few days away from this 'journal' I've been filling my time with worthy activities and reaching levels of exhaustion that could be unhealthy!
On an extremely positive note, the high today is in the mid 50's and I am moments away from packing up my winter gear for good! AND today my dearest friend from Cali arrives, so I get to go on vacation in my City (meaning I will spend more money than normal and get nothing productive accomplished and I don't even care)!
On an extremely positive note, the high today is in the mid 50's and I am moments away from packing up my winter gear for good! AND today my dearest friend from Cali arrives, so I get to go on vacation in my City (meaning I will spend more money than normal and get nothing productive accomplished and I don't even care)!
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Stupid Sunday Subway Schedule
Like the alliteration?
Anticipating a typically unreliable Sunday commute, I left my house a tinge early to have time to stop and grab breakfast before heading to work. That means departing my apartment at 6:30 a.m. A gloomy morning greets me, no beautiful sunrise over Harlem today, just gray, but at least its not too chilly. After a long ride on the A (which is local... shocker) I do arrive with just enough time to grab breakfast, rush to the restaurant and clock in. Phew!
However, I learn my wee pitstop was entirely unnecessary and apparently the restaurant is actually using the $2.50/day they take from our paycheck and are providing breakfast for the staff on the weekends (b/c we never get a break due to the crazy brunchers of Tribeca). I had to ask twice if I was hearing my manager correctly, and she just laughed and said yes, they are feeding us! Amazing! Granted this is on the level of Super 8 motels with bagels and cereal, but still a very big step in the right direction, no?
Fast-forward to the end of my day. I will proudly proclaim I ran outside today! Yes! That's right! (I'm typing with enthusiasm, btw) Outside in 40 degree weather AND I didn't even think it was that bad! Could it be? Am I acclimatizing to this Northeastern weather?! It was along the Hudson too! Yep, strong winds off the water! So great! I ran up to Chelsea Piers, where one of my regulars gave me a guest pass to check out, which is very fortunate b/c I've always wanted to visit this gym and I need a place to train when the temperature drops again- cause we all know that's coming!
After my invigorating run, I hopped on the train to go to church, but apparently I got on the south bound train and every station we stopped at did NOT have north bound trains running. Like all New Yorkers, I was jamming with my ipod missing all announcements made in regards to finding a north bound train. It wasn't until I noticed a longer than normal pause in between stations that I realized I was heading to Brooklyn (entirely the opposite direction from where I want to be). C'est la vie! I got off at the Brooklyn Bridge stop (which also did not have a north bound train running) and just decided to walk back over to Manhattan and get on a train that was running! A pleasant evening allowed for a pleasant stroll and a pleasant conversation with my Air Force brother! I wish I hadn't missed church but it was a nice alternative!
Anticipating a typically unreliable Sunday commute, I left my house a tinge early to have time to stop and grab breakfast before heading to work. That means departing my apartment at 6:30 a.m. A gloomy morning greets me, no beautiful sunrise over Harlem today, just gray, but at least its not too chilly. After a long ride on the A (which is local... shocker) I do arrive with just enough time to grab breakfast, rush to the restaurant and clock in. Phew!
However, I learn my wee pitstop was entirely unnecessary and apparently the restaurant is actually using the $2.50/day they take from our paycheck and are providing breakfast for the staff on the weekends (b/c we never get a break due to the crazy brunchers of Tribeca). I had to ask twice if I was hearing my manager correctly, and she just laughed and said yes, they are feeding us! Amazing! Granted this is on the level of Super 8 motels with bagels and cereal, but still a very big step in the right direction, no?
Fast-forward to the end of my day. I will proudly proclaim I ran outside today! Yes! That's right! (I'm typing with enthusiasm, btw) Outside in 40 degree weather AND I didn't even think it was that bad! Could it be? Am I acclimatizing to this Northeastern weather?! It was along the Hudson too! Yep, strong winds off the water! So great! I ran up to Chelsea Piers, where one of my regulars gave me a guest pass to check out, which is very fortunate b/c I've always wanted to visit this gym and I need a place to train when the temperature drops again- cause we all know that's coming!
After my invigorating run, I hopped on the train to go to church, but apparently I got on the south bound train and every station we stopped at did NOT have north bound trains running. Like all New Yorkers, I was jamming with my ipod missing all announcements made in regards to finding a north bound train. It wasn't until I noticed a longer than normal pause in between stations that I realized I was heading to Brooklyn (entirely the opposite direction from where I want to be). C'est la vie! I got off at the Brooklyn Bridge stop (which also did not have a north bound train running) and just decided to walk back over to Manhattan and get on a train that was running! A pleasant evening allowed for a pleasant stroll and a pleasant conversation with my Air Force brother! I wish I hadn't missed church but it was a nice alternative!
Saturday, February 12, 2011
BRUNCH... I've missed you!
Brunching in New York is one of the most coveted times in a New Yorker's life. Now, as a person who pays rent with money earned at a brunch hot spot, I have not had the pleasure of a New York brunch in a very very very long time. However, today that all changed! I FINALLY have Saturdays to fill with activities I choose and this morning... I brunched (surprisingly spell check has not corrected any of my usages of 'brunch' as a verb).
A dear friend, whom I know from my youth in Virginia, met me for a relatively early brunch in Chelsea. Our first spot was packed so we wandered to V*nyl. Delicious and affordable. This restaurant has a couple locations if I'm not mistaken, and despite a forgetful waiter, it was superb. The menus were old record covers, the tables were mosaics of characters ranging from Liza to Homer Simpson (sorry twin, i didn't get a pic). I sipped a mimosa, savored some delicious eggs and chatted away the morning. I love brunch!
A dear friend, whom I know from my youth in Virginia, met me for a relatively early brunch in Chelsea. Our first spot was packed so we wandered to V*nyl. Delicious and affordable. This restaurant has a couple locations if I'm not mistaken, and despite a forgetful waiter, it was superb. The menus were old record covers, the tables were mosaics of characters ranging from Liza to Homer Simpson (sorry twin, i didn't get a pic). I sipped a mimosa, savored some delicious eggs and chatted away the morning. I love brunch!
Oops!
Ok, so I missed yesterday... apologies!
I don't recommend taking a multi-vitamin before going into a hot yoga class. You know how the label says take with food? I did take it with a banana thinking it would be alright. So not the case! The label should also include, Do Not Take Before a Hot Sweaty Yoga Class. Let my mistake be your lesson!
Straight after, I had to rush home, change and book it down to a rehearsal and then out to Brooklyn for dinner with friends. We went to this lovely little French Caribbean cafe in Park Slope called Kaz An Nou. Delicious! In all honesty, no marketing done yesterday for myself but that is what today is entirely devoted to! (that and laundry)
I don't recommend taking a multi-vitamin before going into a hot yoga class. You know how the label says take with food? I did take it with a banana thinking it would be alright. So not the case! The label should also include, Do Not Take Before a Hot Sweaty Yoga Class. Let my mistake be your lesson!
Straight after, I had to rush home, change and book it down to a rehearsal and then out to Brooklyn for dinner with friends. We went to this lovely little French Caribbean cafe in Park Slope called Kaz An Nou. Delicious! In all honesty, no marketing done yesterday for myself but that is what today is entirely devoted to! (that and laundry)
Thursday, February 10, 2011
What did the Groundhog say?
Good Afternoon All!
I've completed my training for the day. Unfortunately, the temperature outside is 26 feels like 11 according to The Weather Channel! Also, my trial membership at NYSC has expired and its either join the club or see ya later! As nice as the facilities are... the price is not. I'm counting on an early spring, so here is the plan: try as many clubs in Manhattan that offer a trial membership. Preferably one week trials, but if I get desperate, I'll take the one day trial. I have no moral qualms about this either, for anyone questioning my motivation. I could be in the market to join a gym and I would like to make a thorough investigation before sinking $100+ into a membership! Plus this half-marathon is in April, two months, not worth joining a gym for 2 months! I will learn to run in the cold!
But seriously, is spring coming soon?
I've completed my training for the day. Unfortunately, the temperature outside is 26 feels like 11 according to The Weather Channel! Also, my trial membership at NYSC has expired and its either join the club or see ya later! As nice as the facilities are... the price is not. I'm counting on an early spring, so here is the plan: try as many clubs in Manhattan that offer a trial membership. Preferably one week trials, but if I get desperate, I'll take the one day trial. I have no moral qualms about this either, for anyone questioning my motivation. I could be in the market to join a gym and I would like to make a thorough investigation before sinking $100+ into a membership! Plus this half-marathon is in April, two months, not worth joining a gym for 2 months! I will learn to run in the cold!
But seriously, is spring coming soon?
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
"Bird by Bird"
I've begun many things at the same time in my life, but I would like to attribute that to winter (and A.D.D). Lots of time indoors + many interests = several projects happening simultaneously. Ready for the list?
1. Book an indie film by the end of March (this is a big one, which is why it gets #1 spot)
2. Train for half-marathon April 3rd which I will be running with my incredibly disciplined sister (who doesn't know i'm 3 days behind on training)
3. Write every day-- this one you (the reader) will benefit from and also I feel will help hold me accountable for my other endeavors.
So for the next 8 weeks this will basically be my online journal. Yes, I will still throw in delightful anecdotes about life in Manhattan, but I promise to write everyday! Now I've got to finish going thru my list of casting offices that I will be dropping off my stuff later this week and preparing for my rehearsal this afternoon! Oh, I've just returned home from a yoga class which will count as my training for the day! Gotta balance out the running with the stretching right? And anyone that's done Bikram yoga knows this is hardly a day off!
I will appreciate any support (and gifts) you'd like to send my way, but mostly encouragement and prayers! Thanks in advance! Here we go!
p.s. the title of this entry is a book I'm currently reading by Anne Lamott
1. Book an indie film by the end of March (this is a big one, which is why it gets #1 spot)
2. Train for half-marathon April 3rd which I will be running with my incredibly disciplined sister (who doesn't know i'm 3 days behind on training)
3. Write every day-- this one you (the reader) will benefit from and also I feel will help hold me accountable for my other endeavors.
So for the next 8 weeks this will basically be my online journal. Yes, I will still throw in delightful anecdotes about life in Manhattan, but I promise to write everyday! Now I've got to finish going thru my list of casting offices that I will be dropping off my stuff later this week and preparing for my rehearsal this afternoon! Oh, I've just returned home from a yoga class which will count as my training for the day! Gotta balance out the running with the stretching right? And anyone that's done Bikram yoga knows this is hardly a day off!
I will appreciate any support (and gifts) you'd like to send my way, but mostly encouragement and prayers! Thanks in advance! Here we go!
p.s. the title of this entry is a book I'm currently reading by Anne Lamott
Saturday, January 29, 2011
A Beautifully Artistic Day in the Throws of Winter
The feeling of warmth no longer comes from the sun, so during these months its important to find other ways of feeling all warm and cozy. Therefore a day spent practicing one's craft, then reading literature for further understanding, then collaborating with talented peers on new work, then sharing a meal with an adopted family, then entering a world created on stage as the conclusion of one's night... a winter in NYC isn't all that bad, right?
My day began playing in a cold-reading class with one of New York's finest audition teachers, Karen Kohlhaas, who has actually written books on auditions. Actors tend to get a little heady and overly dramatic, so its really refreshing to walk into a class not having to prepare anything. I walk in and just work on instinct, which is very freeing! Makes me want to take improv classes again! Also, highlight of a very bright day, I exchanged pleasantries with Keifer Sutherland on our break during class because he and Chris Noth (whom I chatted with by the elevators last week) are rehearsing a play, "That Championship Season", at the Atlantic Theatre Company.
The ATC is located in Chelsea, which happens to be blocks away from one of my favorite coffee shops in Manhattan, so I popped over there and read a wonderful book about Lee Strasberg and The Actors Studio, until I needed to catch a train to Brooklyn. Myself and two friends had a arranged to start working together on a project... any project! Two incredibly funny women, who I laugh hysterically with, and we want to create work together. This is what makes New York the best place for ambitious, collaborative people. We laughed, we threw around ideas, we did impersonations of each other doing impersonations of each other doing impersonations of other people. Good times! After a quick dinner at a delicious spot, Grey Dog's, back in Chelsea I took myself to the theatre!
A week ago I read a review by Ben Brantley (NY Times theatre critic) on the Fiasco Company's performance of Shakespeare's "Cymbeline". Just read the review and you'll want to fly up here and see it before it closes Sunday! The play was so well done and so simply done. Only 6 actors to fill 15 roles! The first three acts appear to set up a tragedy, but never did I feel an ounce of heaviness from the show. Instead, it had an incredibly light-hearted tone that made even the most desperate moments just that... moments, and then shortly after return to a fun, albeit complicated, story! I've never laughed so much in a Shakespeare play as I did in Act V, where all loose ends are tied up, everything is resolved, everyone leaves friends, family or lovers. But all 6 actors are on stage jumping in and out of different characters that they've portrayed throughout the play, as they all come to a head at the end! So well timed and joyously played out that the audience just loved them for it! Six young actors putting on a brilliant show is incredibly inspiring for this young actor to witness!
One of my favorite days, certainly of this winter! If we get one more blizzard...
My day began playing in a cold-reading class with one of New York's finest audition teachers, Karen Kohlhaas, who has actually written books on auditions. Actors tend to get a little heady and overly dramatic, so its really refreshing to walk into a class not having to prepare anything. I walk in and just work on instinct, which is very freeing! Makes me want to take improv classes again! Also, highlight of a very bright day, I exchanged pleasantries with Keifer Sutherland on our break during class because he and Chris Noth (whom I chatted with by the elevators last week) are rehearsing a play, "That Championship Season", at the Atlantic Theatre Company.
The ATC is located in Chelsea, which happens to be blocks away from one of my favorite coffee shops in Manhattan, so I popped over there and read a wonderful book about Lee Strasberg and The Actors Studio, until I needed to catch a train to Brooklyn. Myself and two friends had a arranged to start working together on a project... any project! Two incredibly funny women, who I laugh hysterically with, and we want to create work together. This is what makes New York the best place for ambitious, collaborative people. We laughed, we threw around ideas, we did impersonations of each other doing impersonations of each other doing impersonations of other people. Good times! After a quick dinner at a delicious spot, Grey Dog's, back in Chelsea I took myself to the theatre!
A week ago I read a review by Ben Brantley (NY Times theatre critic) on the Fiasco Company's performance of Shakespeare's "Cymbeline". Just read the review and you'll want to fly up here and see it before it closes Sunday! The play was so well done and so simply done. Only 6 actors to fill 15 roles! The first three acts appear to set up a tragedy, but never did I feel an ounce of heaviness from the show. Instead, it had an incredibly light-hearted tone that made even the most desperate moments just that... moments, and then shortly after return to a fun, albeit complicated, story! I've never laughed so much in a Shakespeare play as I did in Act V, where all loose ends are tied up, everything is resolved, everyone leaves friends, family or lovers. But all 6 actors are on stage jumping in and out of different characters that they've portrayed throughout the play, as they all come to a head at the end! So well timed and joyously played out that the audience just loved them for it! Six young actors putting on a brilliant show is incredibly inspiring for this young actor to witness!
One of my favorite days, certainly of this winter! If we get one more blizzard...
Friday, January 21, 2011
Its the Little Things...
Yesterday, on my way to an audition, I made a friend! A older woman named Gwynn needed a hand with her bag and she looked at me as I walked past at a NY pace and asked me if I'd help her! If you turn down a sweet old woman, you're just asking to get hit by a taxi! It'll come back around to ya! So she and I had a lovely stroll around the corner to the Baptist Church, where senior citizens get lunch for $1.50! Now I don't know what they serve in there, but Gwynn and I both agreed that I was too young, but I told her that the price was right so maybe next time she could sneak me in!
Also, on this freezing NY winter night, I've just returned from a wonderful salon next to my restaurant of employment down in TriBeCa. The owner is a regular and she was in need of a hair model! Luckily I have hair and lots of it and a willingness to let her play with it, so I got a free haircut at a salon well out of my price range! We're going to spend the next few weeks playing around with different looks for the spring! Who doesn't like having their hair played with? Maybe one of my favorite things ever!
All that to say, I love this City I live in, but opportunities like this can appear anywhere. I think the key is to stay present and open to wherever you are and whoever you're in contact with at the moment! So many gifts can be found in each other, we're just self-centered people! That's my two-cents on the matter! Stay warm wherever you are and send warm cozy thoughts to us here! Its painfully cold!
Also, on this freezing NY winter night, I've just returned from a wonderful salon next to my restaurant of employment down in TriBeCa. The owner is a regular and she was in need of a hair model! Luckily I have hair and lots of it and a willingness to let her play with it, so I got a free haircut at a salon well out of my price range! We're going to spend the next few weeks playing around with different looks for the spring! Who doesn't like having their hair played with? Maybe one of my favorite things ever!
All that to say, I love this City I live in, but opportunities like this can appear anywhere. I think the key is to stay present and open to wherever you are and whoever you're in contact with at the moment! So many gifts can be found in each other, we're just self-centered people! That's my two-cents on the matter! Stay warm wherever you are and send warm cozy thoughts to us here! Its painfully cold!
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
The Way New Yorkers Watch TV
In light of the new year, or maybe the half marathon I've decided to run in April, I have temporarily joined a gym. This tends to be the case for this Southern gal, because I am not one of these crazy Yankees that can just put on some under armor and gloves and run along the Hudson... madness!
The best part about joining my new gym (New York Sports Club, if you care) is I finally get to watch some television! These are the lengths I will go to watch TV! Anyone that knows me, knows I do not even have a couch in my apartment, much less a television, so what do I do when I wanted to watch the BCS National Championship Monday night? Plan my gym time for the start of the game!
Now my dad cannot call me lazy for watching TV anymore! I've found a loophole!
The best part about joining my new gym (New York Sports Club, if you care) is I finally get to watch some television! These are the lengths I will go to watch TV! Anyone that knows me, knows I do not even have a couch in my apartment, much less a television, so what do I do when I wanted to watch the BCS National Championship Monday night? Plan my gym time for the start of the game!
Now my dad cannot call me lazy for watching TV anymore! I've found a loophole!
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
2011
Does 2011 sound like a made up number to anyone else? Every time I say the year it feels a little surreal! Maybe it's because I recently watched "Back to the Future- Part 2" and he travels to the year 2015, and that seemed ridiculous at the time. Plus, there were flying cars, instant dry clothes, "Jaws 19" was being released and of course, hover boards, none of which seem to be on the horizon. For a reason unknown to me, I just can't get on board with this decade, yet.
My main resolution is to hydrate more, which I will say I'm doing pretty good. I didn't bother with "no sweets" or "no caffeine" or "gym every day" b/c those are just silly. I serve coffee and pastries for my living and I'm a realist. So I will raise a water bottle to you and whatever resolution you've made to start this new decade and wish you blessings from unexpected places.
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