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Arrgh. On the way down to the show tonight, I sat next to someone whose face I recognized, but to which I couldn't put a name. It didn't hit me until I got home--to anyone who watched the second season of America's Next Top Model, I sat next to April, the half-Japanese girl who ended up 4th (?). Arrrgh! Damn, I wish I'd remembered her when I was next to her.

My show felt pretty good tonight. I was finding new stuff, like during Pierrot's sequence and while Buzz was reading. Felt really good. Another actor who'd been in Jason's play The Green Dragon (as I said backstage "the good one" (other than Jason, of course)--i.e., the one with the cheesecake monologue) was in the audience and complimented me profusely afterwards. That felt really good, because she was damn good in The Green Dragon. She said she loved "the silent parts" and Frank said somehting about how I was crazy. She said "No! She's not crazy at all, I knew exactly what she was trying to do! You were trying so hard to speak prose, to get the words out." I said I had a whole backstory as Calliope, based on the history of language, and a poem by Mary Oliver, and a bunch of things. She said she really liked my scenes with Jason, and we talked about how good he was. I said I'd directed him several times, and she said that Jason had talked (very well) about me during TGD. She raved over my peformance--it felt AWESOME. I worked my ass off as Calliope--there are still a million things I could do with the role, a lot of work I still need to do, but it's nice that I reached someone. Frank also said some really nice things--that may have been the first time he's really talked to me. I've always enjoyed the Spotlight On Halloween Festival; I hope we do something with them next year. That really touched me last week when the guy (Steven?) said to me (as it's my third year with the Festival) "You're part of the family!"

Tracy and her boyfriend Freeman came to see the show, and we went to the Emerald Pub afterward.

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Elizabeth gave me a very thpooky ghost last night (she came to the show). It's on my computer desk right now, its eyes and mouth wide open, saying "Boooo!" It's just so silly and cute. It makes me smile.

Thank you, Elizabeth. I love random acts of niceness.

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Tonight I'm going to hit the tanning salon before skipping home to watch the game. I'm not a hardcore Yankees fan--it's just fun to get caught up in the excitement. I have a hard time with so much of professional sports--the athletes' outsize egos and sense of entitlement fed by the fans' ability to overlook any excesses (the viciousness toward the Kobe Bryant accuser--one guy tried to take out a hit on her--was appalling, just unbelievable), the sheer greed of the owners, the fawning willingness of the politicians to sell out the electorate to get that stadium, close that sweetheart deal (ugh, I even hate that term). A lot of it leaves a really sour taste in my mouth. And it's been going on forever--it was going on way back in 1919 (?) with the Black Sox scandal. "Say it ain't so..." It's just too big, you lose sight of the game, the sheer joy of team against team, player against player, your best against theirs, the love of competition, two teams (or two players) and a ball, who wants it more? That's what makes sports great. That's why I loved sports in high school. That's why it's fascinating to see that essential, iconic opening shot of the baseball game--a player on a mound with a ball, trying to get it past a player with a bat.* Who wants it more? What are you prepared to do?

But never got into the whole idea of loving one team, and one alone. Just not my style. But Doug is a huge Yankees fan so I'll cheer for 'em as well. In my girly yellow Yankees cap.


*I loved baseball as a kid, and pitched and played SS for my LL team. Also read a lot of baseball books, including all of Alfred Slote's books. Anyone else read him? He wrote a bunch of books all involving baseball players in the fictional town of Arborville, MI (clearly meant to be Ann Arbor). They were great books--they dealt with baseball, yes, but the stories had a wider focus as well. One book, Hang Tough, Paul Mather, was about a fantastic 12-year-old pitcher, who has leukemia. At one point in the book, Paul says something like "For a pitcher, the beauty of baseball is in its simplicity. You are trying to get a ball past a guy who's trying like hell to hit it past you." Another book, probably my favorite, was Tony and Me, about a kid who becomes friends with a great player who's also really friendly...and has a troubled homelife and is a juvenile deliquent. Sounds cheesy but it was a really good story. Jake was another great book--"Get me to Chicago on time!" "Twelve in two!" *sigh* I love my childhood favorites.

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Sagittarius--Your Love Profile

Your positive traits:

Your playful nature brings out the happy inner-child in dates

You're willing to take risks in love...and reap the rewards

You've got a killer sense of humor that gets you talking with any hottie you meet

( What negative traits? *sweet smile* )