Saturday, October 31, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
So I just downloaded Gimp to my Mac. Being inspired by crazy Tyra, I decided to try out my Gimp Manupulation Program. Fun Fun Fun!
Hehe! Eat your heart out Tyra! Overkill? I think not!
Just a start, in a year I'll take over world Muhahahahahaaaa!!!
Got the lovely gold sparkly idea from glorious Franchesca!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
I look forward to seeing a tad of Krumping choreographed into a hip hop number every season and was choked when poor Russell, the first Krumper on the show had to dance for his life. Made me so freaking mad, especially under the circumstances. His partner had to sit out their very first performance because of an injury and he had to dance with his choreographer (she was so hot by the way), but Russell RIPPED IT OUT!! At the end I was glad he was in the bottom just so I could watch him GET BUCKED!
One of the choreographers who always make me sit up straight is Soyna Tayeh! She is CRAZY!! I LOVE that woman! Always interesting, always unique! Fresh! Her stuff is always so risky and demented, she rocks! Now, I know that I usually only have one video of the week, but I couldn't help myself! This is one of my top 10 favorite performances from the the 2008 season... am I weird?
(The meanies at SYTYCDC won't let me imbed so here is the link! : NICO AND LISA - WHEN I GROW UP. You won't be disappointed, take a minute for some serious SEXINESS!)
(HOLY CAPITALS BATMAN!)
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Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
So lets take some time to remember one of my favorite performances:
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Just finished watching a beautiful movie.... for the 3rd time. Kevin Costner, Robin Wright Penn, Paul Newman starring in "Message in a Bottle". Ahhh, haven't seen it in years, but I remember well the first time I experienced this tear jerker. Picture it, Vancouver, 1999. It was a winter day. I was alone in the theatre. I watched two people intimately fall in love. I understood the reasons, I journeyed with the characters. I felt like I was being a voyeur watching the sneaky way Theresa sought out Garret, the interest, the awkward first dates, the fear of letting someone really see you, and then allowing yourself to fall. After watching it, I called a girlfriend and told her she had to see this movie. Told her all about it. A couple of weeks later, I saw her walking in the mall dazed, red and swollen just having come out of the theatre. Girlfriend was messed up!
Beautifully directed by Luis Mandoki this movie felt so present. No pretension whatsoever. Even the dialog felt real. I know it was scripted but it flowed like improv. The pacing made the film so sensual, you really got into the characters rhythm as they communicated like the way we do in real life. Oh man, so beautiful. I loved the dialogue so much that when I decided to act and began taking classes, I worked on one of the scenes from the movie. It was the scene in the beginning when Teresa and Garret have their first date. I remember thinking, geez such an easy scene. So easy in fact, that it was freaking difficult to do. I mean really hard. You really have to be connected to your partner and actually allow yourself to be present and trusting. Not an easy feat. But Robin Wright Penn and Kevin Costner (what ever happened to that dude?) made it look easy. Same goes for the late Paul Newman, in one of my favorite roles to date. He was so freaking great, grumpy, loving and real. The first time I saw it, I cried really hard for about an entire day. It was sparked by a really innocent scene. Teresa and Garret were running around playing on the beach. A really cheesy scene, and it got me! Today, it was 2 different scenes, and by the end I was a total mess. (sigh) Again it took me off guard. I guess such outbursts are a bit of a thermometer for me. I know where I am emotionally.
If you've never seen this movie, rent it. Have kleenex close at hand. Yeah, I'm a sucker for romantic movies about love. Makes me think of something I heard years ago. An explorer was asked why a remote tribe he visited had so many songs about the rain. The explorer said "I suppose its the same reason why we have so many songs about love. The men of the dessert rarely see the rain"
When I see films like this, I think that at the end of my life, I can say, "I am so proud that I was an actor".
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
I was asked to speak at this very special event benefiting Breast Cancer Research. High Tea, Fashion and obliterating cancer? I'm so there...actually you got me at "High Tea". I have never enjoyed a real High Tea at an upscale fancy shmancy restaurant before. I have however, tried to mimic one in my home during an extremely hot summer years ago. I forced my poor dear lady friends to come over, eat scones and watercress sandwiches, wear white linen and have genteel conversation with southern accents. How old am I and still having tea parties? (sigh)
Tamara Taggart (Local personality, weather girl, Regis co-host, and all around hilarious gal) has hosted the event for the past three years, and it was my turn to be her Kathy Lee. There was a fabulous fashion show which I was asked to host (last minute) to my horror. I braved it and actually did quite well.
In the midst of my "I have nothing to stinking well wear to bed, forget about High Tea" hysteria, I was glad that I began my fashion week of "Stealing Designer Campaigns". I felt I had a leg up! I've been getting used to copying looks.
My inspiration for the tea?
This is one of my favorite dresses and I thought it would be perfect, but I was missing a hat, and this was a "Mad Hatter" theme. Joyfully, they lent me a saucy bonnet for the afternoon. I did contemplate running off with it..I mean what are they gonna do? Send someone after me? Hey, I was volunteering..but I decided I wanted to go to heaven after this life and gave it back in the end. And for being such a good girl, I was blessed with tons of swag! Free food, celebrity, a cause and swag??? Ahh, this is the life!
I took way to many pics for here but I'm going to post my favorite, and you can click on the photostream below at your leisure!
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
What do you think?
Monday, October 19, 2009
Got a temp job for today.
Looking in my closet, I utter the usual words:
"My clothes are crap!!! I stinking well have NOTHING to wear!"
So I am executing a thought I've had for days.
To steal my Vogue Magazine's fall designer advertising campaigns. Thats right, for an entire week, I'm going to attempt the near impossible. Copying the looks, with the limits of my closet. Can it be done???
So, lets start off with my New York, purchase. My brand new Trench.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Why, cause I was dreaming a fabulous dream.
I'm one of those people who love to sleep. My dreams feel real and I rarely have nightmares. Last night (or rather this morning) I was making love with an amazing guy. I say here making love not having sex. I mean, I've had lots of sex dreams and was always seriously bummed at waking up because I am one of those five percent of the female population that have the ability to um...how to I put it delicately...that have the ability to reach "the peak" while asleep. And how its that possible by the way? I mean, there's no one there. I'm not moving around, a male model ain't in bed with me. And it doesn't happen after a great date or thinking about men (or eating chocolate cake) or any thing the night before. So how can I do that??? Anyway, last night I was making love. Like LOVE. Now, I have not been in love for years. Many years. Many, many, many...oh you get the picture, and I often think I don't remember what it feels like to be in love. I was doing a book a couple years back called "Calling in the One" (he never heard nor came by the way) and there was an exercise where you had to close your eyes and conjure up the feeling of being in love. I couldn't do it. I was most upset about it. That was probably around the time when I stopped reading it, so upset was I. Well, this is the second time where I experienced LOVE in my sleep. Short lived as it was. Only a few minutes. Crazy huh? I mean, I can understand the sex thing, lots of people experience those sex dreams and as I said 5 % "finish up" in there sleep, but I have never heard of the love thing. In the beginning of the year, I had a dream, it lasted more than a few minutes. Actually it felt like hours.
Check this out: I'm in a tropical country. I'm living in a bamboo type constructed house. Very beautiful, lush, green. I'm cooking and feeling slow, warm, joyful peace. I am thankful and confident with my world and my life. My home is open, full of art and nature. I hear men walking and talking outside and my husband coming in. I look down (I'm seeing all this out my own eyes by the way, not from outside like watching a movie) and I am wearing a brown linen dress with designs on it and some type of beautiful beading. And my body is rocking. Flat stomach, lean and healthy. My husband is looking right at me, intensely, with such love emanating from him. He is carrying some kind of tool, he had been working in the field. He's some kind of supervisor, owner, manager. He was a bit dirty and sweaty but I was overjoyed, as always, to see him. We are so in love. He b-lines it right over to me and goes to his knees. He pulls me too him and wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my stomach and just holds me. Love circles us and I just drink in that love energy. This is something he does all the time. Holds me like this. I stand there in comfortable calm ecstasy.
Then I woke up. And instead of crying, was beaming, glowing. Like I was truly in love.
Crazy huh? All day long I felt that guy. Felt loved. Knew, this guy loved me. Knew I loved him. And it was a dream. And I still remember what he looked like. Nothing like I would ever dream I'd end up with. He was short, hard looking, big long nose, dark hair, looked Italian, Iranian, something like that. Not a model, not FINE, Not very attractive at all. We loved each other fiercely. And where was that place? I knew it well. It was my home.
How can it happen? How can I feel such profound love that isn't there? Am I to believe that love from outside comes from me? I mean, I know self love is essential to a good life, but I'm telling you, I felt LOVE, real love coming FROM this guy. A real force.
Man, I wish I could go back there.
Or he could come here.
Friday, October 16, 2009
A friend of mine showed me this and when I read it I laughed my head off. Going through my emails today, I came across it and laughed some more.
Its raining again today.
This will cheer you up!
Why parents should always check their children's homework before they hand it in:
A first grade girl handed in the drawing below for a homework assignment.
After it was graded and the child brought it home, she returned to school the next day with the following note:
I want to be very clear on my child's illustration. It is NOT of me on a dance pole on a stage in a strip joint. I work at Home Depot and had commented to my daughter how much money we made in the recent snowstorm. This photo is of me selling a shovel.