my lovely day.

i've made the decision to move back to the city.  i know, i know.  i've moved more whilst in New York, than i have my entire adolescent life swapping back and forth between my parents. But, i'm on the road to loving myself and loving my life fully.  and though i do like brooklyn, it's a bit lonely.  i have a dope apartment but feel a bit isolated.  and i really really miss being in the city.  Anyhow, it's more difficult to move BACK to the city than to move away from it.  Today i saw an apartment. a bit smaller than mine for more money, but in a better neighborhood with shops and parks and cafes all around it.  i don't have to move right away, and i was not in love with that apt. so....back to the craigslist listings.  

Today i had two auditions. One for a student short and the other for an indie short.   they both went well in my opinion, and made up for the shit way i performed at yesterdays auditions.  the roles i'm auditioning for lately are getting better.  and i feel myself getting better (except for yesterday.) i just hope to book more.   i mean what is me quitting smoking and drinking less and actually feeling worth if i don't get any acting gigs? :)

Breakfast with the Beatles

Back in my LA days, for as long as i can remember, sunday morning was saved for the Beatles.  KLSX had a show call Breakfast with the Beatles and it would be filled with songs and stories and bantering by Deirdre O'Donoghue, who i adored listening too.  she was opinionated and honest and knew everything about the Beatles. After she passed i didn't much listen to the show anymore.   As a kid, the Beatles were very important to me, because my dad loved the Beatles and i was daddy's little girl (for a time, anyway.) 

In my early twenties, i dated a boy who turned me on to Rufus Wainwright. We would wake up early on sundays and listen to Rufus and then walk to Larchmont for coffee. Me in last night's clothes, and him in those white prada slip ons.  Anyhow, after we broke up, i continued to listen to Rufus on Sunday mornings.  

It wasn't until i moved to New York, (my new beginning) that i started to do things i remembered making me happy as a child.  those Beatles sunday mornings was one of them.  There are loads of things i'm 'redoing' as an adult that are making me discover where i came from and what made me what i am today.  All this is making me the person i want to become.  (i hope.)

new face

Hey everyone. I'm back on Blogger. My previous amazing webhost Uber.com was a victim of the financial crisis that is happening in the US right now. i'm very sad because that site was la bomba! Anywho. since i've been away from Blogger, they've made some cool changes. The show is still alive. it just has on a new dress.
Thanks for reading. more video episodes soon!

xoxo

Diamonds are a girls best friend

but Silver is someone you can talk to.

I am proof that jewelry makes a girl happy. This past week i bought some lovely pieces to lift my spirits! I discovered India y la Luna at a lovely little shop in Williamsburg called Fuego 718. She's an Argentinian designer who works mostly with silver, and most of her pieces are handmade. If you can't get to Brooklyn to visit the shop in person, check out the India y la Luna Etsy Shop online. I want to buy everything on it!
My first pieces bought last sunday:
La Croix Ring

Coral Earrings (i get SO many complements on them.)

And today i was conveniently in the neighborhood and bought the Knot Ring:

dum dee dum. yes indeedy. i'm going to start rummaging through all my old jewelry and sell or give it away so that i can justify buying more delicate artsy pieces like the ones above.
oh, here's our heroine adorned by her new jewels!
ps. the necklace is one i bought a few months ago at the Artists and Fleas Market in Willamsburg but i can't remember the designer. I'll post about it later on. xo

milk

The only movie I'm looking forward to seeing this fall is "Milk". A Gus Van Sant directed movie about Harvey Milk, the first openly gay man elected to public office in the 1970's. Firstly, i love the gays. And just like the women, put up a good fight for equal rights. Second, i love Gus Van Sant movies. They have such an honesty to them. Thirdly, Harvey Milk is played by Sean Penn, who in my mind can really do no wrong as an actor OR a director. And Lastly, a stellar cast including my favourite, Emile Hirsch. No explanation needed there. None whatsover....

Check out the trailer below.




How GOOD does this look! Sean Penn can transform into anything he wants to really. Thanksgiving could not come any quicker!

poems and name calling

Last night at farenheit i read a new poem. none of my real friends came out to support, but that is always expected. I did have a wonderful, smokeless, night listening to funny stories and other poems, and after the reading, had great conversation with people i don't see but once or twice a month. we all come from different areas, but love the written word and music and story telling and laughter and especially doing it all in dimly lit bars in the east village.

The past two weeks have been pretty tough. i've been called an asshole, a bitch, mean, and an alcoholic. (okay maybe i've deserved one or two of those names.) i've been sad, and have been made to cry. i've misread people, thinking they were my friends, and realizing that they cannot be trusted. I've been made to feel unwanted and under-appreciated by people who don't know the real me. But nights like last night are worth all the shit i take, because last night a few things happened that i will always remember.

a) a stranger said to me, "i really like your writing." Not just the poem i read, but my actual writing. and that is the highest complement.
b) a friend said they enjoyed our conversation. we talked about mad max and we still had fun.
c) as i was leaving the bar, the host of the reading ran after me and gave me a hug and thanked me for reading and that i did a good job.

Those are the types of things that keep me going. keep me doing what i do. writing poetry, stories, acting. living life so that i can share it with you and the world. Making art is the most important thing in the world, and being able to make art is a rare thing for one to do. i'm so glad i'm not afraid anymore.

pups!

i've been thinking a lot about getting a pups and after searching and researching, i've decided upon a boston terrier, because they are so goddamn cute and suitable for urban living!! (i wonder if he's going to like the ghetto?) i haven't had a dog since my early childhood in LA. i had the best dog named Cuervo. He was a golden retriever. miss that dog. my 21 year old stepmom at the time had a dumb show poodle named molly. HATED that dog!! (the stepmom too, but that's a different story ALL together.) Anyhow, i found a breeder of Bostons nearby and 2 litters were born this past week. there's a long list for them and there are only 12 pups, so i'm really hoping that i get one. if i do make the cut, i wouldn't bring it home until end of october. just in time for my birthday! in the meantime, let's party, cuz things will be changing for this gal once she becomes a mommy.

Reading Tonight

I'm reading a new poem tonight at Farenheit at Black & White in the East Village. 9-11pm. Come out!

I am not a smoker!

Finally, another video episode. Enjoy episode 3.