Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Blip Blip Blop!

Haven't blogged in a long-little-while. Here's the low-down, in one big run-on paragraph:
I'm in rehearsals for another play, Crimes of the Heart. I will be playing the part of Chick. I love the cast. I'm definitely the biggest dick out of them all. I'm talking about me, not my character, although that's true of my character, too. It's the nicest group of actors and a glub-glub to boot. Thank God. Also working on getting a big handful of scripts in the can. No, I'm not the writer...I have my ways. Two of them are horror films...I don't watch horror films myself, or particularly like anything about them...but they are SUPER fun to make. That's my motivation. Fun times. Ummm...ellipse, ellipse, ellipse...what else? Had a little job up at Sundance in one of the gifting suites. I will fill you in on a little secret: the people in showbiz who actually are worth a shit are the cool ones. The wannabes are the bigger dickheads by far. Neat, so you say you're in a Sundance film? How nice of you to leave out the part about you being a featured extra. Thanks for only talking to me through your publicist(?!). Grab your free shwagg and go eff yourself. Chaske Spencer of werewolfy Twilight fame, however, was hands down the coolest dude ever. He's filming one of the biggest films right now and couldn't have been more down to earth. Suspicions about the motivations of some local filmmakers were also confirmed. No, I will not go into further detail on that note. (Insert clearing of the throat here...famewhores). Worked on So You Think You Can Dance with some great, amazing, talented, wonderful friends (Thaddam!). That was good. I will admit that I am a big Robin Antin fan and it was really hard for me not to interrupt her in her dressing room everytime I walked by her. But, I managed to keep it together and instead signed my name next to hers on the wall like a true stalker (see attached photo). Berlin, the sinfully adorable malamute, has turned one and has just lost ALL of her puppy coat. Sad face. From last week on, I now refer to all kitties that I like as "Pussydolls". No, nothing perverted (for once)...I just think it's a cute term of endearment for my feline friends. I'm debating taking a makeup class so I can learn all the tricks of the trade, because you can rarely trust there will be a good MUA on set in indie films and it would be nice to actually acquire a skill I could use to make money. (But my recommendation is Danielle Carlsen all the way--she has really good stories to go along with her suberbly talented skill set. Tianne Pierce and Shanda Palmer are also right up there!). Now if all that random crap wasn't enough, here's more: My new favorite fragrance is NYC by SJP and I'm currently uberly, ridiculously obsessed with RED's new cd Until We Have Faces, workout guru Tracy Anderson (even though I've literally yelled at the top of my lungs in frustration during one of her dvds), the Love It lipstick by Lancome, the EnviroSax bag I got at Sundance, Nappi Clothing, Vita CoCo coconut water, and I'm over the moon happy that I got to sit next to my mom at our boxing show last weekend. That is all. Off you go...ellipse, ellipse, ellipse. XOXO

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Drama Nerd

I'm two days into a ten day run of my first play. I am thrilled at the discovery of how much my ballet training as a kid has resurfaced like a life-long friend. I did not expect all the dance memories to come flooding back so strongly. I realize now that I was a born performer. I always THOUGHT that I was, but now I KNOW. I know it like I know my faith. My regret is that I abandoned my destiny for so many years. I wish to the heavens I could go back even just ten years and hop on this thespian train. I suppose things happen when they're meant to.

Anyway, theater is a new experience for me, having worked non-stop on films for the last two years, I was very excited to venture into a new challenge. What a challenge it has been! I haven't quite decided how to wrap my thoughts around it yet, but what I have found interesting is that as unnatural and difficult as the rehearsal process was for me, when it's showtime, I am oddly relaxed and my character seems to (finally!) have been found. I remember that I was never nervous about dance recitals either. My world just clicks together under those lights. This is not to say that I won't have a bad night, but overall, this experience has given me a new outlook on why I'm pursuing this difficult profession. Film remains my love, but the theater has given me valuable insight to myself. I am hungry for each night of personal discoveries this play is so generously washing over me. During rehearsals I thought I couldn't wait for the play to be over. Now with eight quick performances left, I already mourn the end.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

This is one of my favorite photos of my dad. With a baby goat on his friend's farm. He called and we talked about ghosts today. Apparently there is one at the Ogden Airport who has been walking around. My dad hasn't believed in ghosts before today, when he saw it for himself. Ha! Tis the season, pappy!

Surrounded By the Fight...

Well, wallah! Here's my first official blog entry. No reason for starting a blog other than to clear my mind and put more mind vomit into this technological universe that we are all so desperately addicted to.

Dave has a fight (MMA) this weekend in SLC. He hasn't fought in over a year. It's a great promoter, looks to be a well-matched fight, and he is co-main event. Very exciting and very nervewracking. Obviously, it's a fight I can't help him with. Once the cage closes and the bell rings, all I can do is pray for the safety of the fighters and have faith that if it's meant to go in Dave's favor, then it will. I always wonder how much God leaves up to the fighters or if He has already predetermined the outcome, or if He changes it in the final seconds. The only thinking that helps me when Dave loses is believing that everything happens for a reason. Otherwise, I would drive myself crazy, fists pounding towards the skies, screaming WHY?! I suppose it's not really my place to ask God 'why' about trivial things like cage-fighting. So I try not to.

Before Dave fights, however, I will be attending the premiere of a film I worked on earlier this year. That's where I step into my own ring, cross my fingers, and hope people still want to hire me afterwards, or at least don't disregard me completely. What Dave and I do, although drastically different, are so strikingly similar. Much like a fighter, actors have some excuses and scapegoats we use to camoulflage things we aren't happy with. A fighter gets bad coaching, an actor gets bad, little or no directing. Not enough notice before the fight/shoot. Not in the best shape/not the best script, not the best promoter/agent, the list goes on. Dave and I find ourselves comparing our different industry's issues all the time. How we prepare, how we self-sabotage, the constant self-doubting, the egos, the necessary networking (ahem...verbal whoring), etc. We share the same frustration of the necessary hours of training, perfecting the craft, the long commutes, the never-ending disappointments, injuries, auditions, working and training for free, the hours/days/weeks away from each other.
We also know better than to ever ask the other why they continue to do this thing that seems to be so difficult. We know that we have each found the one thing that keeps us alive, keeps us moving, breathing. For all the sacrificing and the tears and the sleepless nights, we're better off following these dreams of ours than not.
By the way, I'm listening to Marina & The Diamonds and I think it's delicious!
There's the end of my first blog. So there.