I've been on this kick lately that all artists are optimists...we all keep plugging along hoping that some project will give us that satisfaction we once felt...
I also laugh because I am grouping myself in with artists - many people that have known me for years think it is a natural classification, but I do consider PRACTICING art a real qualification of being one...I've been doing that arts management thing for a while now.
I started this endeavor showing photos of Liz/Beth to Michelle, but really it was just about me reminiscing about other times. I was looking at the pictures from the summer I worked at Jacob's Pillow and I can't believe how wonderfully all those interns bonded. I think I am really going to make an effort to get there this summer and make a stop at Williamstowm as well- the only other summer festival I've considered of late.
Looking at my photos I realize how many picture perfect moments I've had. Thank goodness, it's been a good ride! It's funny to realize how many of these moments happened without that guy I dated for three years.
I raise my glass to the following events:
Drama School Graduation
Jacob's Pillow Gala
Jacob's Pillow Intern Spoof
That one time we went to the lake in Becket and then nobody was wearing clothes
Abby and Andrea drive Across Michigan to escape the Blackout
Torino, the Cultural Trip, Positano, Nice, Greece
Leagues
Morocco
4.48 Psychosis
Getting to live in the crazy house sophomore year
The White Stripes Concert where Meg a White Stripe got me in
One million other little moments.
New York. You, me and 5,000 friends...
There are people who have never had a perfect romantic moment...I've had at least two with different people. And I love both of them dearly...the moments not the people.
Smiles and looking towards the future,
.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Drinks and Tassels...
I officially went to my first burlesque show, which is probably a good trainer for the day when I actually step into a strip club...oy vey. I had a good time, a little overwhelming in that I saw more breasts than I have in a while and so many tassels...but it didn't bother me...was it bad that I was thinking second job as a burlesque dancer. I was pretty happy about the fact that I knew more people at the party than expected- I was afraid it would be nervewracking.
On a frustrating note I have to find more props again. It is hard to find very specific items on a small budget. BUT I do enjoy the fringe benefits such as the experience of seeing some good acting and people that seem very happy to tell the story of "As You Like It" and my crush on both one of the actors and the sound designer...it's jus tnice to be able to have crushes again.
On a frustrating note I have to find more props again. It is hard to find very specific items on a small budget. BUT I do enjoy the fringe benefits such as the experience of seeing some good acting and people that seem very happy to tell the story of "As You Like It" and my crush on both one of the actors and the sound designer...it's jus tnice to be able to have crushes again.
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
One Hand Smells Like Tea and One is Blue...
I was trying to dye/stain fake money so it looked less American for this show I am doing props for, but as you can see from this blog post title, things may have gone awry.
I have officially accepted a job. I tried to negotiate more salary and I did, but not as much as I had hoped, however I am making much more money than I ever did before AND I will be sitting pretty with all my expenses. Now I just have to do my taxes and I can sit pretty after I get that whole apartment thing figured out. Please please if you know me, picture me perched on a couch in the Queens Salvation Army surrounded by fake flowers and crocheted blankets and a wood crate frantically doing math in my planner as I negotiate salary with HR at Manhattan Theater Club. Yes, yes, this is my life - I am starting to be convinced that I handle a lot of crazy situations with a little grace (of course it helps when you are comfortable with looking silly in public to get the job done - if you can't handle that, you be screwed.)
I played anthropologist today as I watched the mating rituals of the Brooklyn adolescent on the subway. I learned that the best way to hit on a lady when you are sixteen is to yell at her and ask her where she goes to school and what grade she is in. If she is a freshman, you'd best watch your step. The whole episode was pretty funny - I would have been a bit taken aback I feel at fourteen to sixteen but these girls were giving as good as they got. The first step is the yelling and establishing of basic facts, then if the adolescents like each other at this point they sit by each other BUT ONLY in groups. Tomorrow I will document the commuting rituals of the asian post forty crew....
I have officially accepted a job. I tried to negotiate more salary and I did, but not as much as I had hoped, however I am making much more money than I ever did before AND I will be sitting pretty with all my expenses. Now I just have to do my taxes and I can sit pretty after I get that whole apartment thing figured out. Please please if you know me, picture me perched on a couch in the Queens Salvation Army surrounded by fake flowers and crocheted blankets and a wood crate frantically doing math in my planner as I negotiate salary with HR at Manhattan Theater Club. Yes, yes, this is my life - I am starting to be convinced that I handle a lot of crazy situations with a little grace (of course it helps when you are comfortable with looking silly in public to get the job done - if you can't handle that, you be screwed.)
I played anthropologist today as I watched the mating rituals of the Brooklyn adolescent on the subway. I learned that the best way to hit on a lady when you are sixteen is to yell at her and ask her where she goes to school and what grade she is in. If she is a freshman, you'd best watch your step. The whole episode was pretty funny - I would have been a bit taken aback I feel at fourteen to sixteen but these girls were giving as good as they got. The first step is the yelling and establishing of basic facts, then if the adolescents like each other at this point they sit by each other BUT ONLY in groups. Tomorrow I will document the commuting rituals of the asian post forty crew....
A Job and two apple crates?!?!
The Universe does love me and will take care of you!
Well kids, I have a job...well actually I have a job offer, which is great and then I get to feel all grown up. The great thing was that I had a horrible job interview today and was feeling kind of poopy during the interview...let me elaborate.
I go to an interview at Columbia Artists Management International to be a booking agent. As I am talking to the lady, it becomes painfully clear that I do NOT know anything about being a booking agent..especially a booking agent for mainly classical musical artists. The lady says "I didn't actually see anything on your resume that suggests you are capable of this job, but I liked your cover letter so I was hoping you would tell me something that is not listed here that would convince me." WHAT?!?! Anyways, it shows I write a mean cover letter. We then talked about my options in the city, which was strange because I felt like she was saying "Buck up little tomato, you'll find a job soon." I had already listened to a voicemail from my job offer which is a big theater complex in the city that deals with new work and famous people...so I wasn't really too pissed.
But seriously..that interview was a waste of everyones' time.
Then I went to rehearsal which was satisfying on a few levels: seeing actors do their thing, remembering why Shakespeare is just so darn pretty, seeing my friend Dan wearing a silly eye gel mask (made my day), and a little harmless flirting.
The best part was when I walked out of the rehearsal and saw...drum roll please...two wood crates...exactly the missing prop I needed. New York at times can be a giant wonderful playground. However, today it's balls cold and no one wanted to play outside.
Well kids, I have a job...well actually I have a job offer, which is great and then I get to feel all grown up. The great thing was that I had a horrible job interview today and was feeling kind of poopy during the interview...let me elaborate.
I go to an interview at Columbia Artists Management International to be a booking agent. As I am talking to the lady, it becomes painfully clear that I do NOT know anything about being a booking agent..especially a booking agent for mainly classical musical artists. The lady says "I didn't actually see anything on your resume that suggests you are capable of this job, but I liked your cover letter so I was hoping you would tell me something that is not listed here that would convince me." WHAT?!?! Anyways, it shows I write a mean cover letter. We then talked about my options in the city, which was strange because I felt like she was saying "Buck up little tomato, you'll find a job soon." I had already listened to a voicemail from my job offer which is a big theater complex in the city that deals with new work and famous people...so I wasn't really too pissed.
But seriously..that interview was a waste of everyones' time.
Then I went to rehearsal which was satisfying on a few levels: seeing actors do their thing, remembering why Shakespeare is just so darn pretty, seeing my friend Dan wearing a silly eye gel mask (made my day), and a little harmless flirting.
The best part was when I walked out of the rehearsal and saw...drum roll please...two wood crates...exactly the missing prop I needed. New York at times can be a giant wonderful playground. However, today it's balls cold and no one wanted to play outside.
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Excuse me but do you have any early 20th century luggage?
Shopping for props I have learned the following:
Old luggage is hard to find.
The Salvation Army in Queens is good but closed on Sundays.
Those old school flat suckers the doctor used to give you are hard to find.
K-Mart sells hankerchiefs.
If you carry around a picnic basket in Bed-Sty someone may say "Aw shorty, your date stand you up for a picnic?" and you say "Uh...It's a prop for a show. I don't like picnics." which elicits essentially no response.
Fake gun laws in NY are really really strict.
You can consistently buy antlers on E-Bay and waste several hours doing so. This is the second show I've had to find antlers for.
Old luggage is hard to find.
The Salvation Army in Queens is good but closed on Sundays.
Those old school flat suckers the doctor used to give you are hard to find.
K-Mart sells hankerchiefs.
If you carry around a picnic basket in Bed-Sty someone may say "Aw shorty, your date stand you up for a picnic?" and you say "Uh...It's a prop for a show. I don't like picnics." which elicits essentially no response.
Fake gun laws in NY are really really strict.
You can consistently buy antlers on E-Bay and waste several hours doing so. This is the second show I've had to find antlers for.
Saturday, March 3, 2007
My life in a series of quotes....
"I mean I met this one hipster kid, but he made chandeliers for fun and he got real excited about the fact I buy beads....so he wasn't really pretentious."
"Why don't you like mussels?" "Because they taste like the SEA!"
"It feels like a warm baby bird." "Well if you start eating baby birds, don't tell me."
"So do you like watching movies...because I do!"
"The film was shooting in this abandoned factory in Jersey..."
"I had this dream last night that I made you really mad....are we ok?" "Yeah we haven't talked in two days, we're cool."
"You may have a published play, but you still have a hole in your pants."
"I said I want to work in advertising because its neat." "I'm going to assume that is the Cliff Notes and you didn't really say that."
'These things come from somewhere...it's not like you woke up one morning and said "Today I will exert emotional pressure on him" and then ate a bowl of cereal."
"Why don't you like mussels?" "Because they taste like the SEA!"
"It feels like a warm baby bird." "Well if you start eating baby birds, don't tell me."
"So do you like watching movies...because I do!"
"The film was shooting in this abandoned factory in Jersey..."
"I had this dream last night that I made you really mad....are we ok?" "Yeah we haven't talked in two days, we're cool."
"You may have a published play, but you still have a hole in your pants."
"I said I want to work in advertising because its neat." "I'm going to assume that is the Cliff Notes and you didn't really say that."
'These things come from somewhere...it's not like you woke up one morning and said "Today I will exert emotional pressure on him" and then ate a bowl of cereal."
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