ceebeegee: (Great Pumpkin patch)
So I've been reading about how badly Irene hit upstate New York, so I definitely want to plan an apple-picking/pumpkin-patching trip sometime soon, so we can give them our money! Gotta look after our agrarian brothers and sisters...

Rocky Horror Show auditions--as I mentioned, I heard a couple of weeks ago that they'd be bringing it back, minus a few cast members. I told Dave I would be very interested in auditioning for Columbia--I said I could tap some, but my weakness was picking up choreography quickly. This is because of my training--I'm hyperliterate (started reading at a very young age and read voraciously), and as an actor and as a classically trained singer, I've been taught to look at the page first. But dancers don't learn this way--they learn with their feet. Even with my athletic background, it's not as easy for me--there's a whole extra step in the learning process for me that trained dancers don't have, which really slows me down at auditions. When I was in rehearsal for my ship contract, we ran up against this with our choreographer when Aly and I were taught the Land of a Thousand Dances combination. One of the easiest combinations ever--just the dance steps that are outlined in the song (Pony, Chicken, Mashed Potato, etc.)--but we didn't know some of those steps and after an already exhausting day, not much was sinking in and it took us forever to learn the sequence. I was begging the choreography (Stacy?) to just STOP and let me write down the steps--I kept trying to explain to her that singers learn differently. But she didn't understand and just kept drilling us.

I make up for this lack by working my ASS off in rehearsal. No one who sees me dance in a show will ever see anything less than the most polished performance I can give. Susan can tell you, when she and I did shows together, I was constantly pulling her aside and making her breakdown sequences for me. Since I'm not nearly as strong a dancer as I am a singer, I can't get away with anything--I have to work TWICE as hard. At any rate, Dave seemed interested...then the following week I saw the audition notice go up on Facebook. Columbia was not listed, so I thought gee, I guess the other girl is coming back, and I emailed Dave. He said no, I was still in the running and Robert needed to see me tap.

So I did my homework. I hadn't tapped in over ten years, so I took a couple of classes at Steps on Broadway. They have Basic Tap on Saturday and Sunday mornings. (I cannot get over how inexpensive dance classes are--$17 a class! Susan thinks it's a ripoff but I'm comparing it to voice lessons which are easily $80 and up in NYC.) The one on Saturday was with an older black woman and there was just me and on other dancer in the class, so it was almost like a private session. She certainly knew her stuff but it was very, very detailed, small, micro-teaching, focused on technique. We didn't learn any combinations. The class the next day was more like a traditional tap class, with a lot more people (at least 25) and a guy at the front showing us the steps, breaking them down, and then combining them together. He went kind of fast but I'm proud to say I was able to keep up, although I was fudging some of those steps at the end! (Although it helped that I already knew how to do a time-step.) I really enjoyed the Sunday class and found it more helpful--what I need most is to build my tap repertoire and learn steps like back essences and the waltz clog.

The next day I called Susan and asked if she could help me--originally I asked her to make up a tap combination and teach it to me quickly, under audition conditions, so I could get back into that mode. This evolved into my learning Columbia's combination from the movie. I found a breakdown of the steps online and then we compared it with the few clips of the combo that are on YouTube. (Richard O'Brien obviously polices his show quite thoroughly! Clips of RHPS are not easy to find online.) I learned it and was even able to do it a tempo after a couple of days--it wasn't pretty but I did learn it! Most of it looked fine but the chaine turns--turns are NOT my forte! I don't spot very well...

Robert has been sick at last week but was finally better for the weekend and we set up an audition appointment at his place, for Sunday evening. Saturday was my first volunteer shift for RightRides which was fun but EXHAUSTING. I did not get into bed until 5:30 am! So rehearsal for the reading of The Empress of Sex was not easy, because I was trying VERY hard not to fall asleep. After rehearsal I went over to Susan's apartment and tarted myself up good with fishnets, dance shorts and lots of glittuh eye makeup. And I did my hair in messy ponytails--I was going for the "kid who's stayed a little too long at the rave" look for my Columbia. I warmed up at Susan's place and on the train (which naturally took forever). When I got to Robert's place (his apartment is adorable, nice little restored ground floor place in the Heights), he got right to work and tested me on a battery of steps, including double-time steps, back flaps, and various shuffle and ball-change mini-combinations. At one point he asked me "can you do [ describes lunge-shuffle step]" I said "do you mean maxies? Sure." *execute right and left maxies* He asked if I could do wings--I said No! He asked if I could fake them--I hesitated and then, figuring the fake would be most convincing the closer my feet were to the ground, relaxed my legs from the knees down and then whipped out a fake wing. He said, good! Can you do two in a row? Sure. *does so, then does 3 in a row* He said to me in amazement, who knew you could tap?! I said well, I haven't done it in a while but yes, I have tapped in several shows. I was trying to remember them all--I started with Me and My Girl, then The Boyfriend ("Perfect Young Ladies" which technically was not tap as I did not have on tap shoes for that number since I was in the preceding scene but the technique was all tap and the other dancers, when they entered, all had on tap shoes. I *still* remember that combination!), Lucky Stiff ("Welcome back, Mr. Witherspoon!" *stomp, STOMP* "MIS-ter WITH-er-spoon...we always knew you'd be...BACK..." *stomp, shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, stomp, ball-CHANGE*). I know I did another tap show as well but it's escaping me right now. ANYWAY, Robert said you've got the part. YAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!

So so excited!!! I love it that this is a DANCE role, my very first one! (That is, my very first dance principal.) I mean, it's not Anita or anything but it's a by-God DANCE role. And I wanted it and I worked for it and I got it!

Robert told me where to find a rehearsal video of the combination so I looked it up--other than the wings, it'll be easy!
ceebeegee: (Massachusetts foliage)

  • How effing cool is this? NYC is going to introduce a bike share program--you pay an annual fee, pick up a bike at a rack and then you can ride it for up to 45 minutes. I LOVE THIS. I just think this is the coolest idea! For one thing, I would love to bike more but bikes takes up mad room--even with an apartment the size of mine, I want more space. It's also a pain to carry a bike up and down stairs. This is so convenient! And green-friendly, and community-firnedly, and it'll encourage fit habits! When I lived with Ryan and Cami I used to run errands on my bike--maybe I can get back to that.


  • The weather is getting chillier, guys, and you know what that means--apple-picking time! Gothamist had a cool feature on several orchards that seem to be pretty close by, and maybe less expensive--Apple Ridge Orchard is only $9 admission, and Outhouse Orchards has peaches and pears as well. And Dubois was voted Best Pick Your Own. Maybe we could branch out from our beloved Applewood winery? Or stick to the boozey good times? Let me know your thoughts, guys! Ooh, can't wait to make some apple bread.


  • I got cast in a reading! Duncan sent out an email to a bunch of us to submit ourselves to Oberon's reading of The Empress of Sex and the director cast me as...uh, the Empress, I think! Other people I know, like Walter and Amada from PCTF, are also in it. The rehearsal is next Sunday, and the reading is the next day. So now I gotta update my website.


  • To which, BTW, I have been adding more and more content (note the video clip from The Promise and the audio of me singing "Come Away, Death"), as I get used to iMovie on my lil' Macbook Air. Everyone is right--iMovie is infinitely better than Windows Movie Maker. Truly, I cannot believe Dell or anyone would allow Microsoft to crap all over their hardware with WMM--it is easy to learn but has way too many bugs and is frustrating as hell. No program would be better than WMM.


  • As I announced on Facebook, I'm taking on a new project. I was so angry at the rape cop verdict, I decided I had to do something with that anger. I did some research and found out about a fantastic organization that really fills a need--a group called RightRides, that offers FREE rides home on the weekends to women and those who identify as LGBTQ (since the aim of the group is to tackle gender-based street/subway violence). I'm going to be volunteering with them as a driver! They operate from 12-3am on Fridays and Saturdays--if you need a ride, call (888) 215-SAFE (7233). They serve 45 neighborhoods in NYC, and they add more according to demand--so even if they don't serve your neighborhood, call 'em anyway so they'll add it!

    (888) 215-SAFE (7233)

    How much fun will that be? Riding around the city late at night, chatting with passengers--I'll be like a preppy, blonde Travis Bickle!


  • Happy Birthday, Prince Harry! He was born right around the time of my cousin Jessica.


ceebeegee: (Ireland)
I'm so busy I barely have time to write about how busy I am. Non-stop rehearsing this past weekend and next weekend is even worse. It's actually quite stressful--I'd really love to just have one day off, with nothing to do, but that won't happen for at least two and a half weeks. But the show is on its feet--it is entirely blocked and we have been working and polishing ever since. I'm especially proud of the Foeman number which I choreographed entirely myself--it is a tricky little number about military formation, playing on the humor of the daughters turning into this bloodthirsty militaristic marchers and dragging the cops on to a gory death.

Though your foes are fierce and ruthless
False, unmerciful and truthless
Young and tender, old and toothless
All in vain, their mercy crave!


I've been drilling the heck out of this--you would not believe how easy it is to get off the beat! I keep telling them, military cadence is always on the left foot. Ah-left, ah-left, ah-left, right, left...But I love it, it's my favorite number. The blank faces of the girls, marching implacably on, contrasted with the mounting panic of the two cops (Caley lets out this yelp as she's pushed on, it's hilarious) cracks me up.

And we have new pirates! We have two new first-act pirates, our two cops Don and Caley, and two full-timers, Steven, who was in Rent last winter, and of course Duncan. I will be covering for Duncan for the first weekend--it may be confusing switching pirates in and out, but at least the two of us know the score VERY well (although I keep having to stop myself from singing daughter lines--it's especially challenging during the leadup to "Here's a first-rate opportunity," I keep singing "Too late!" instead of "Ha ha! Ho ho!"). Anyway with this plethora of brigands, we have a nice full stage for the first sequence.

Immersed in reading right now--medieval science. It's not as easy as you'd think. This course is actually more of a philosophy course, not history--last week the professor said something about "remember the historical context of these writings" and I thought "WHAT context? The only way I know anything that's happening is by doing my own outside research--we almost never talk about actual events in this class."

Additional busy-ness--I'm assistant-directing Andrew Rothkin's Macbeth and he is crazy with the emails. I mean, multiple emails every day, and we're not even having auditions until January. I told him I'm not worth much until Pirates goes up and then I'll be more accessible.

And more--I'm doing a reading with Micahel Clay, my first Marley and our Friar Lawrence in Romeo and Juliet--it's next week, next Wednesday at noon.

And more--I HAVE to stay on top of the trip to Dublin! Gotta start thinking about getting cash, and reserving tickets to the Abbey and whatnot, if that's not too late. Can't wait!
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The paper is sailing along now--just 1-2 paragraphs more, and it's done and I just have to proof, make sure my citations are in order, and write a bibliography. One HUGE thing off my plate from this Week of Hell.

This then is Abelard’s ideal woman—just “modern” enough that she flouts convention with her erudition and strength of principle, and yet enough of their time that he can put the blame on her, the woman (“since the beginning of the human race, women had brought the noblest men to ruin,” 13) and that she ultimately bows to his wishes. But is this the true Heloise, or does Abelard see her through a glass darkly—the glass of vanity? Did Heloise see herself as a pioneer or was she trying to fulfill medieval expectations for her gender? Her own writings prove most illuminating in this respect.

I gotta namecheck Patient Griselda in there somewhere.

Yeah, this week--UGH. My brother is arriving Wednesday to visit with Bart and me, and to take back Edna Mo. Of course he can't actually take the cat until Sunday, because Bart's place already has one cat-molesting dog and they really can't accomodate another. Of course I understand but--I was *really* hoping she would be gone sooner rather than later. She's just so stressful. Both Anya and I have been vomiting after cleaning up her numerous and myriad messes. She urinates, she defecates, she pukes. It's like we have a feline Linda Blair living with us, except that when she's not like that, she's precious and I adore her. (She give me little head butts to my forehead all the time.) But yeah, we have to keep her in the bathroom when we're gone (read: for most of the day) so she acts out. STRESSFUL.

And trying to write a paper when your laptop has been self-destructing--not fun. Quite a few keys have popped off so I had to buy a new keyboard and plug it into the USB port. I will probably be getting one of those netbooks, but can't even think about that for a few weeks, I'm so busy right now.

We started blocking rehearsals yesterday--it went great! My principals are all terrific, picked up my direction immediately, except for our Pirate King who looks perfect and has a fantastic voice but is a leettle too gesture-y. So I gotta work with him on that. But yeah, so much fun working our way through the script and finding little nuances here and there.

Oh, also, I'm doing a reading of Mark Twain's The Diary of Adam and Eve the first week in November. Michael Clay, my Marley from Christmas Carol '07 and our Friar Laurence from R&J is a parishioner at the First Presbyterian Church down in the Village and asked me to do this with him. And guess who's a parishioner--F. Murray Abraham! I hope he comes to see it.
ceebeegee: (Viola pity)
The 10th Annual Midtown International Theatre Festival presents,
as part of its first annual Short Subjects Division...

Shakespeare Saturdays Songs in Concert
Music and Direction by Donna Stearns

Come hear the songs from Shakespeare's plays!

Performance Dates & Times:
Wednesday, July 29 at 8:00PM
Saturday, August 01 at 1:00PM
Sunday, August 02 at 4:00PM


Location:
Where Eagles Dare Studio Blackbird
347 W. 36th Street, 13th Floor
New York, NY 10018
(between 8th & 9th Avenues)
By Subway: A, C, or E Trains to 34th Street in Manhattan

Tickets:
Available for sale through OvationTix: https://www.ovationtix.com/trs/pr/664885
Full price tickets are $15, Student/Senior tickets are $12. There is a $2.50 convenience fee charged to every ticket

Come hear this beautiful one-hour concert! 9 wonderful singers perform 18 songs from Shakespeare's Twelfth Night, The Two Gentlemen of Verona, Cymbeline, Othello, King Henry VIII and Stearns's musical All The World's A Stage (based on As You Like It).

The Singers are: Ashley Rebecca King, Brady Amoon, Clara Barton Green, Megan Cooper, Raven Peters, Tony Imgrund, Brendan Rothman-Hicks, Eric Vetter and Toshi Nakayama.

Stage Managers and Run Crew: Arabelis Liriano and Mayelin Nolasco

More information at:
www.ShakespeareSaturdays.com
www.midtownfestival.org
ceebeegee: (Beyond Poetry)
This is similar to the Shakespeare cabaret I did in 2006 although with less dialogue and minimal staging. Some of the same music is performed ("Come Away, Death," "Ganymede") but there are also some new pieces. I have one solo--"The Willow Song." It's quite good, along the lines of "Come Away, Death."

* * * * * * *


Donna Stearns, Producer
Jason Kendall, Artistic Director
of
Shakespeare Saturdays present...

Shakespeare Saturdays Songs in Concert


Music written by award-winning songwriter Donna Stearns

A 60-minute concert of original music composed to Shakespeare text from Twelfth Night, Two Gentlemen of Verona, Othello, Cymbeline, King Henry VIII and music/lyrics from the musical farce All The World's a Stage, based on As You Like It.

Appearing: Megan Cooper, Ross Hewitt, Brendan Rothman-Hicks, Eric Vetter, Clara Barton Green, Kubbi, Ashley Rebecca King, Lela Frechette, Matt Gordon, Toshi Nakayama, Scott David Phillips, Kenny Wade Marshall, and Gregg Lauterbach.
Clicky

Concert at 1:00 PM
Saturday, April 25
Inwood Branch of the New York Public Library
4790 Broadway

By Subway: Either the A-Train or 1-Train:
...A-Train to Dyckman (200th St.): The library is north of the subway exit, right on that block.
...1-Train to Dyckman: Walk west a few blocks to Broadway. Turn north on Broadway and it's on that block.

Free Admission
Family-Friendly
ShakespeareSaturdays.com
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Because of Beth

In the aftermath of Beth's death, all those she loved, including her feuding daughters, her estranged ex-husband and her overwhelmed fiancé, seek to mourn her in their own way. Instead, however, they are forced to deal with one another and the complicated ties that bind them together because of Beth.


Premiere: Workshop Theater, New York, NY
Directed by Clara Barton Green
Produced by Small Pond Entertainment
Stage Managed by Amanda Cynkin
Assistant Stage Manager: Susan Graham
Set Design by Sean Tribble
Light Design by Solomon Weisbard

Cara - Elizabeth Ruelas
Penny - Hyosun Choi
Stanley - George Raboni
Robert - David Douglas*
Waitress - Susan Graham

*Appears courtesy of Actor's Equity. An Equity-approved showcase.

Tickets available through Smarttix. Performances nightly Wednesday, January 09, 2008 through Sunday, January 20, 2008, except Monday and Tuesday.

ceebeegee: (Helen of Troy)
6:00 p.m. Dawn Dumont (Cree/Canada)
Introductory remarks by Randy Reinholz
Reading of Fancy Dancer
Directed by Jennifer Rice (Tuscarora)

Moderated Q & A by Randy Reinholz

In Fancy Dancer, over 500 Aboriginal women have disappeared in Canada within the last 15 years. In this dark comedy, the Trickster strives to bring this issue to the forefront using the medium of television. As the Trickster works his magic, an ambitious Native American journalist searches for a missing Fancy Dancer, April Fineday. As the journalist digs deeper into the story, she finds herself stepping outside of the safe boundaries of mainstream society into the dark dangers of April's world.

Part of the World Indigenous Theatre Reading Series
Presented by the Australian Aboriginal Theater Initiative

Fancy Dancer goes up December 1 at 6 pm, at the Martin E. Segal Theatre Center, The Graduate Center, CUNY, 365 5th Avenue, NYC. Admission is free.
ceebeegee: (Me)
Yesterday was sort of crazy--I have a shoot this weekend, currently scheduled for Sunday, and we had a meeting about it at this cafe down in the East '20s. When I left for work I was wearing an orange top, the one that shows off my navel piercing, plus chocolate brown suede pants, but then I thought I should be a little less conservative since I was going to a jazz club later. After work I raced home and changed into my crumbled black top with the black maribou trim, and crumpled black velvet pants, plus my purple pointy pumps. And I put my hair up and anchored it with bobby pins (that's a good look, I have to remember to wear it that way more often), and accessorized with a gold hearts bracelet and gold heart earrings. It's like a Les Miz song, "Gold and Black." Gold--the color of aspire....black, the color of Astaire! The shoot is for this short film, non-sync, that's really damn depressing, about how just when you think everything's perfect, your kid runs out into the street and gets killed. I play the female half of the young couple in the car that ends up hitting the kid. The director is a Norwegian young woman named Katie who has no accent whatsoever (maybe on one or two words), who won a film festival and was offered a year's scholarship or something at the SVA. We met at this cafe right across the corner from the SVA, called Push--they had drink and wine and food and it was all very cheap and delicious. And they had live jazz!--a combo was playing in the front when I came in, and they have open mike nights every week. I will have to go back to this place--I ordered this triple-cheese puff pastry with sesame seeds that was amazing. And not expensive!

Katie and I talked about the shoot--she's worried about the weather, which is forecast to be crapola (rain/snow). She was thinking about changing the shoot date for the exteriors, but it was too difficult to get a crew for another day, so we're sticking with Sunday. While we were talking my phone rang--when I checked my voice mail, I found out I'd been called back for Anything Goes at DeBaun. This makes me happy--Clara happy--because I did NOT have a great audition. It was on Tuesday, and I was very, very nervous for some reason. I sang "Embraceable You" and then kind of messed up "Blow Gabriel Blow." I'm sure I didn't sound awful--I have too much training for that, but I'm better than that, and I never really "felt" either of the songs. I made up for it slightly with the dance, although I discovered--surprise!--one of my tap shoes are missing a buckle, so I couldn't tap. Luckily I brought regular black characters as well. They taught us a simple but long-ish dance combination which I served up with appropriate cheese. I had put down on the form I was auditioning for Reno but would accept Erma or Hope. Naturally they called me back for Hope--thin, pale-skinned WASP with long straight blonde hair playing a debutante? What were they thinking? ;)

After the meeting, I went downtown to the Zinc Bar to hear my cousin play. The Zinc Bar is on the southern edge of the Village, and is this tiny den of Beat iniquity and coolness. Tiny bar space and a slightly bigger performance space, with this wonderful red damask wallpaper that I'm sure hasn't been changed since at least the '50s. I found my uncle at the bar and squeezed onto a stool and after awhile Colin came out. He WAILED. He's an amazing musician--I was so impressed. I didn't know this but he's also a keyboardist and went back and forth between the two instruments. Just unbelievable. Between sets he came out and talked with me and his dad, and I met the other band members, two of who are twin sons of a famous jazz musician, Jaco Pastorius. The sons, Julius and Felix, had visited my old apartment the last time Colin visited me, and they were asking me if I liked my new apartment. Remember the size of that apartment, and imagine a 6-foot-plus Colin in it, plus his sax, plus two other musicians in it with their instruments, trying to jam. They were draped across the stairs. The manager was also hitting on me quite a bit--he was an interesting package as he had what looked like Hawaiian features, but he was also dark-skinned (part-black?) AND francophone with a French name. The whole thing was very interesting. He kept trying to ask me out and I said "If you keep hiring my cousin, I will come back here." I totally whored myself out for my cousin! What else is family for?
ceebeegee: (digitized pumpkin)
Saturday and Sunday, I was a hair model for this...hair gig on the Village. A really fun assignment. We had our hair worked on and styled by these Japanese students who didn't speak any English, so we communicated with each other by smiles and pointing. The teachers hovering over them spoke English--one of them was French and he and I chatted en francais. I think he thought I was more fluent (I am not) because my accent is pretty good. He was quite verbose at one point--he was asking me about how it felt or was the guy hurting me, and I hastily said "it's okay." I told him I wasn't fluent!

The gig was at this hipper-than-thou studio on Jane Street in the Village, one of those shiny-brushed-steel and exposed brick wall places, called Industria.



They had a big table with tons of food on it--of course, it was all processed food, a lot of crap, like all kinds of chips and candy, and sodas, juices, Red Bull, water. I snaked out a few protein bars and cans of Red Bull--that shit's expensive, if it's free I'm going to take some!
We were called for all day, both days--when we got there we sat in chairs, waiting while they learned techniques and then came over to practice them on us. Each style took a while--my favorite was the first one, wherein my hair was cornrow-styled, with all of the rows originating from one point on my forehead.



Isn't that wild? Here's another style:



Then there's the pull-it-all-back-and-put-it-in-a-foofy-'do-in-back-then-paint-it-with-clay look. Hence:



Kuh-raziness. But it was lots of fun. I just buried my nose in my books and let them do their thing. I can think of worse ways to make money than to sit all day and read.
ceebeegee: (Helen of Troy)
Just booked a hair show for this weekend. They were casting for this last week at a studio in SoHo; I waded through the rain and flipped my hair around for the Polaroid shot. I figured I'd get it; I usually get hair gigs. It's for both Saturday and Sunday, and we sit there all day while they style our hair in these outrageous, exotic, tribal updos with feathers and beads and doodads. Don't have to dress up or anything (which I LOVE)--tee-shirt and jeans are fine. They said to bring a book or music or something too. What fun! I guess I'll be finishing up Antonia Fraser's Mary Queen of Scots.

Thu-WEET

Feb. 17th, 2004 11:08 pm
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I called Larry (the director of the short film from last spring) and asked about the copies we were promised. He was all, "Yeah, sorry about that, I've been behind on that..." Me (brightly): "Hey! I could come over and pick it up, that way you wouldn't have to mail it!" Him: "Oh, yeah, that'd be great." So I should have it by Saturday--yay!

So now I have to pick a date for the underwear party--I dn't think I can do it this weekend, and next weekend is Mike's Carribean party. So I'm thinking about the following weekend.
ceebeegee: (crescent moon)
I sent an email to the guy and girl that did the movie with me last spring, and got this reply from the girl:

Hi Clara -

Good to hear from you! No, I am very frustrated with Larry [director]. I have called him 3 or 4 times since December, and he has yet to return my calls... Marc [male lead] actually spoke to him and he told Marc that it would be ready in the next couple of weeks -- this was in December.

So, I don't know what to tell you. I would really like to have a copy as well. I will give you Larry's # just in case you don't have it, and we will all of us bug him a little until he budges. I know for a fact that it is pretty much finished -- I saw a rough draft in October -- so I don't know what the problem is.


*Sigh.* So, no underwear party until this is resolved.

I want my goddamn video, dammit!

By the Way

Feb. 10th, 2004 10:43 pm
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Sex and the City was fun. The breakfast was pretty good--sausake, scrambled eggs, pancakes and coffee--although the lunch was a bit of a bust. The scene involved Kim Cattrall (I would've loved to have seen SJP) addressing us guests at a charity function for breast cancer. This was definitely the last episode, BTW; in fact, it was the penultimate day of shooting. I have to say, I was one of the best-dressed people there. There were people in some right tacky outfits--one girl was really out of place; she looked about 14 and had a short, Madonna-esque blue dress with crimped red hair.

I will also say, my determination never to get a tattoo is renewed. They look incredibly tacky when wearing an elegant dress.

I was exhausted and kept taking catnaps whenever I could. When I could stay awake, I read Triangle, David von Drehle's book about the Triangle Shirtwaist Fire. Really good book. There was a woman sitting nearby in the holding room who noticed me and commented on the book. I overheard a lot of nervous actor talk, which irritated me. I honestly have a difficult time around many actors--so many of them are so insecure and nervous and anxious and constantly talkingtalkingtalking about their career. I'd rather hear about their craft or their art.
ceebeegee: (Massachusetts foliage)
Rarely in my life have I felt quite as WASPy as this, standing here in my full-length black velvet strapless gown with my grandmother's fur stole, my blonde hair pulled severely back from my face a la Gwyneth Paltrow at the 1999 Oscars, a triple strand choker of pearls around my neck.

The Sex and the City people should approve tomorrow.
ceebeegee: (Beauty)
My Casting Director mailing has already reaped benefits (I finally sent out the letters last week--the last batch was mailed Friday). The CD for Sex and the City called me--they asked me about Non-SAG background work. They're shooting this Tuesday; the scene is some upscale charity benefit. It's mostly an eight-hour day shoot. Do I have a nice cocktail dress or full-length? Why, yes I do, as a matter of fact. I'm to call Monday to confirm.

I'm (tentatively) going to be on Sex and the City!
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The editing of The Promise the indie film I did last spring, wherein I played Heather the Callgirl, is nearly complete, and I expect to get it in the mail soon. Can't wait. I want to have a screening party for it (after of course I screen it myself to make sure I look good in every scene--well, I was only in two)--this may coincide with my planned underwear party.

That was a fun shoot. I love film work.
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Yesterday I did a shoot--nothing big, I was a geology professor at a lecture. Had to dress frumpily (the TRAUMA!). It was fine and interesting--I sat next to the producer and we talked for a while. I was studying the motorcycle instruction manual that's online at the NYDMV site (I printed it out) because I have my class this weekend and he was asking about that. I also asked him a lot of questions about film producing and the Columbia program. He was very nice. The one annoying part was this querulous old lady who kept asking about the "hot lunch" we were "promised" and how this was "ridiculous" and why didn't they do this and that and what about the "hot lunch." I am not exaggerating when I say she mentioned it 5-6 times during one half-hour stretch. (Understand, there was plenty of food there already.) I was already biased because her makeup looked terrible--the horrible splotches of blush all over her cheeks. She looked as though she tried to commit suicide via carbon monoxide. Complete rank amateur. I wanted to snarl at her, "Look, this isn't the Sunnyvale Retirement Home where the 'hot lunch' is the highpoint of the day. This is a film shoot. They have more important things to worry about." They let us out at 2:00 instead of 4:00--you'd think this was a good thing (I was certainly happy) but no, this meant we wouldn't get the aforementioned "hot lunch." We were treated to lots of complaints about that.

I tried to stop at the Soup Nazi for something to eat on the way home but I couldn't remember exactly which street it was on. And it seems they may be closed during the summer anyway. (Interestingly enough, that episode of Seinfeld was on last night. "You are testing me, little man..." Hilarious.)

I went to my evening shift at Lazard, and then tried to go to the gym but it was raining so hard, I gave up and went home. Very depressed because of the weather, I stopped at the Hershey Store to see if they had any Sweet Sensations. Alas, they don't carry them--but they do have Limited Edition Kisses and Nuggets. I got some Toffee Kisses and I found out they also have Special Dark Syrup--semi-sweet chocolate syrup. Really, really good. I was chugging it straight last night.

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Mar. 11th, 2003 11:27 am
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Holy crap, this headache is simply not going away. I can't even move. I've taken two Aleve already--guess I'll go for the Excedrin Migraine stuff in the drawer.

Got another movie, a horror film. We shoot my scene this Thursday.
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It seems the cold may be lifting a bit--it's supposed to hit the upper 20s today. It's not much but it's better than what it was. I'm less depressed.

Last Monday I auditioned for and got cast in a showcase. It's a compilation of Shakespeare's women roles--I'm playing Ophelia, Miranda and possibly Rosalind. Yea~! That should be exciting. I love serving up some crazy-ass herb-counting and muttering Ophelia. It goes up in late April-early May at a new theater on 34th called the Abingdon.

Yesterday on my service there was a message from a CD who got my H/R from someone for whom I auditioned at least a year ago. He called him back, and he told me they're shooting a 35mm short film. They're talking to me about playing a beautiful fantasy woman seen on a train. He emailed me the script--it's 20 pp. long. It looks to be a good part, and they seem to have their shit together. The best part was when he was asking me my specs--I told him my waist and chest measurements, although I can't remember my hips. Then he asked my age--I thought about lowballing it, but I don't like enabling ageism by lying about my age. I realize I can afford this attitude to some extent, because I do look younger than 35--in fact, I still get carded sometimes--but nonetheless...I told him and he seemed delighted. That may be because he and the director are French, and the French generally believe a woman gets more, not less attractive, as she gets older.

Anyway, I'm meeting with them on Thursday, I guess to discuss this further.

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