T.G.I.F
I know the expression is over used but today I mean it. I'm glad it's Friday. Not that I have any special plans, everyone is sick. I'm just glad to hang out and relax all weekend.
Photo by: Ryo Akasaka
Posted by Liz at 05:45 AM
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I have recently written my first screenplay and I will be reading through it next week with some actor friends to make the necessary dialogue changes. I read with great interest and envy that actor Dan Futterman, 38yrs old has been nominated for an Oscar for his screenplay, "Capote."
Dan says,
"But I had no idea how to get into it. I had never written a script before, and I had started writing sort of random scenes with Truman and Perry talking about what I considered to be interesting things in the jail cell. But it was not going anywhere; there was no narrative drive. And she was extremely clear with me about the fact that I needed to have a narrative drive, I needed to have an outline where one scene led to another . . . And that was a revelation to me. It's probably perfectly obvious to anybody who's written a screenplay before, but I hadn't. I think had I not met her at the beginning of this process, it would never have gotten done."
I remember the Truman Capote of the 1980's and this film shed a lot of light on this brilliant and tortured soul who died as a direct result of alcoholism. So cliche I know. I look forward to the outcome of this years particular Oscar category- GO DAN!
Tonight I went to dinner with Mary my friend and accountant (Doesn't that make me sound important?) and her good friend Alison. Alison Maddex wrote a gorgeous book about sex called Sex in the/NY City: An Illustrated History and she even autographed a copy for me! The book contains loads of erotic pictures as well as text describing everything from turn of the century contraceptives to sex in films to modern day jack off parties held in New York City. This book is an encyclopedia of sex with pictures!
Over drinks, we discussed how hard it can get being an urbanite living the burbs. So often it’s easy to find yourself dummying up just to blend in. Creative outlets aren't exactly plentiful and finding people to relate too is even more scarce. Every now and again we fill up the tank and make a B-line for the city, just to feel recharged. Meanwhile as we live and work in the burbs we mercifully cling to one another like new mothers set free amongst adults for the first time in months. We are speaking the same language.
Come hang out with me at the following.....
*The best show in town and it's CHEAP. See the one and only Dumpsta Players live and in person. They leave a sting you won't soon shake, even if your doctor gives you a shot.
*Relive the 80's every third Friday of the month at Fluid Nightclub on South St. as DJ Pussy Galore and DJ Robert Drake spin all the hottest nuwave. When I'm not tripping and falling on the steps, I'm holding court in the mezzanine. It's so much fun!
I know the expression is over used but today I mean it. I'm glad it's Friday. Not that I have any special plans, everyone is sick. I'm just glad to hang out and relax all weekend.
Photo by: Ryo Akasaka
Have you seen this cute new figure skater? Calm down- I know he is gay. Now you know I haven't watched the Olympics since I was a kid, but I do read the news updates.
Johnny Weir
I love snowboarding and snowboarders. This Gold Medalists, Shaun White is adorable. Calm down, I know he is only 19!
Shaun White
This is the type of film making I am interested in writing for. New Wave is a great way to describe it. I would also put Paul Morrisey and the film Downtown 81 in this category.
Friday night was a bitch making my way into the city. I thought I was going to be in a fist fight for a parking spot. Someone pushed in front of me and then I pushed back and they relinquished. Is this town I should be happy I wasn't shot. The night was great until the unthinkable happened. The pratt falls I manage to take even stone cold sober in South Beach, on South Street, in London and Paris. Yes I tripped and fell. *sigh* That club is a death trap and I'm not the only one who thinks so! I'm seriously contemplating never going back or taking an escort to the restroom. When I was called for Saturday night's plans I ended up declining because I couldn't face the parking situation in bitter cold weather.
Tonight I was watching Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. What an awesome Tennessee Williams movie on TCM- I was in heaven. The film was about a wealthy old man, his family and in particular his alcoholic son. The family is waiting around for the old man to die so they can inherit his fortune. Finally the family and the old man discover that he is terminal and everyone’s true colors come out. Boy can I relate. It's the story of my life as I sit here typing this post. In a final scene between the father and his alcoholic son, they are in the basement and it's loaded down with beautiful things. The father says how he and his wife shopped for all these things in Europe and how he hated the trip. In a dramatic and compelling scene the son tells the father that the things mean nothing to him and he doesn't want them. All he ever wanted was his fathers love. The relationships we lack in life are never given back to us through material possessions. I have loads and loads of beautiful things now and I see how meaningless they are to the person who was busy shopping all those years.
Metaphorically speaking being out in the cold is not a good feeling. I'm so careful about where my energy goes these days. Being there for people who are there for me, not making my job or my processions more important are a daily guidance for living. When I feel fearful about the future I just remember the investments I’m making in the present and I know I will be warm.
One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory.
- Rita Mae Brown
On this , Valentine's Day read Ms. Jimmi's latest post about our recent phone conversation. I always remember the good times with my selective memory, but the other night on the phone Ms Jimmi and I recalled the rough patches as well. Love and sex were a matter of life and death in the 80's. Everything was cloaked in secrecy and shame. Every time you turned around someone was turning into a skeleton before your eyes. Like I told Jimmi, no wonder we were at the clubs all the time!
It's My Life By: Talk Talk
I've asked myself how much do you
Commit yourself
It's my life
Don't you forget
It's my life
It never ends
Funny how I blind myself
I never knew
If I was sometimes played upon
Afraid to lose
I would tell myself what good you do
Convince myself
It's my life
Don't you forget
Things have been going so well I can't believe it. I have been saying this since Christmas and it's true. Looking back today with someone, I was reminded that July 23, 2004 was the first time I knew something had to give way in my life. I had been so discontented and resentments were starting to eat away at me. I looked at this person who had been in my for life years and suddenly I didn't know myself in the context of the relationship. Biting my lip was starting to get painful. I knew something was seriously missing- bona fide closeness and mutual respect.
Real friendship can mean lots of things to different people, but to me it's about intimacy. Not the sexual kind but camaraderie. Real friends get up on a Sunday morning and call one another and say, "What are you doing today? Yes I was missing that desperately and I set about finding it again. Almost two years ago, I made a plan for meeting new people and I stuck to it. At that time I felt the need to explain that my existing friendships were letting me down and I needed more. Suddenly my life was an adventure again and not a series of lame excuses.
I feel a lot of relationships in general are based in habit. Just a safe feeling of never being challenged, never having to step up & give more of yourself and never having to really show up for the other person unless they specifically ask you to when they want to look like...well, they have a lot of friends. I mean lets be honest, that’s what it is, right? I decided I wanted more from my friendships.
I began having a great time and experiencing companionship again but I let it slip away. I didn't maintain the momentum, complacency set in. Winter came and it was cold outside. I had all kinds of reasons (Some valid) and I slipped back into the habitual friendship. Like an alcoholic sliding off the wagon, I felt the knocks even harder the second time around. I knew better now! I had experienced more and I knew again some risks would have to be taken on my part. Finally, I saw the opportunity and I made up my mind. I reached out, looked within and made real changes. I let New Years be the perfect opportunity to shake things up again for myself. Today I'm truly happier and more fulfilled than I have been in two years. It's amazing who and what is waiting right around the corner if you are just willing to round the bend.
Just a reminder people- Valentine's Day is nothing. It's a hallmark holiday and it's meaningless. if you really need to mark the day, just do something really nice for yourself or hang out with a friend you feel really good around (Thats what I'm doing)! I'm single and very content to remain that way. My lifestyle is enviable to folks who are shelling out thousands in court to cut ties with their better half and fighting to retain custody of the children they have always taken care of alone anyway. Oh yea, single is the new black. It's chic and sophisticated and a much sought after status (just ask Heather Locklear and Denise Richards). It's the best holistic health remedy. It keeps you younger longer. It makes you fresh and dynamic to be around and yes it even makes you smarter! Marriage and coupledom is great i suppose but I'm convinced most people are just better at being single, especially if they put as much work into it as they did to save the relationship with their ex.
Girls don't settle for less than what you deserve, especially on a Hallmark holiday!. You deserve the best.
The kids came over tonight and I had to snap some pics. We had a lot of fun messing around with the camera. Check it out.
Becca took this hat off a teddy bear and now she wears it. Thats style baby!
Becca's little milk laugh
Lea is yukking it up for the camera
Jessica throws up the GirlScout hand sign. Becca watches.
HOT and they can sew!!
Andrae was cut last night and I hated to see him go, but the truth is I'm loving all the designers so much right now I would hate to see any of them go. Boy that was a shift in my preception huh? I wont blog about every little detail because others are doing it far better than I, but suffice it to say the show is riviting. I'm reclined on my bed the entire time talking to my TV. AH- I'm hooked!