.. Until I this past week, meet the casting director for a major TV show who said, ” my person, my age, my work, my background, my “realness due to experience’ were amazing qualities. To keep a steady keel my alternatives: drink, friends, charity/social work, leave town and bake bread. cheese focaccia
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If You Can Ride the Rollercoaster…
..come to the fun park. Only fair to give you the valley view after the mountain top. Met with an agent – who shall remain nameless to protect me – who all but said, “what are you thinking?!”. There was nothing about my person, my picture, my work, my age, my make-up that she liked. …
Paparazzi Dogs
This small square for public art is the ruth wittenburg triangle, about the size of a postage stamp surrounded by 5 intersections. Last displayed here was the tulip. Now these dogs with cameras created by the Australian artists Gillie & Marc Art {real names?] Represents the pack nature of the paparazzi.
The Vote
Each time, the fact that as a citizen I have a vote is an awesome realization. Going to the polls – in my district in the City – in a school and seeing all the various faces that make up this populous brings an emotional welling to my throat. This morning I stood next to …
Another Rapture Moment
No rhyme or reason, but a dearth of cars on 43rd Street, theatre district on a weekday evening.
A Hoax?
It is the first week of November and the City temperature is 67 degrees F. You “Do the Math”
Anyone Else See It?
After the theatre last night, came upon these two in a cart outside the door of a building where work was taking place at 10:30 pm. I see faces. Of course when driving, I see a singing face in a yield sign.
A Better Penn Station
If you have arrived in the City by train, you have arrived at Pennsylvania Station. An awful entry for anyone to experience. It feels as if it is always soiled, underground and confusing. There is no outside light source of any kind. It is the Amtrak station. So unlike Grand Central Terminal where the MTA …
Two in One Hour
There I stood, on the sidewalk in Chinatown, stopped to adjust my coat. The sun was shinning and I wasn’t feeling my usual persona of ‘missionary lady’. A man of a few years younger than I, stops about 5 feet in front of me. and gives me a verbal compliment on what i was wearing. …
Again, A One Shot
Can only relate what it means to me, to be the one person in the audition/class of 12 where the casting director says, ‘that was it’. but do again for fun.