Spring has definitely sprung here in the City of Angels. (Crap. What do you mean it's almost June?!) What does that mean? Well, the jacaranda trees are blooming purple, the mock orange trees are exuding their musk, and the jasmine is making the nights fragrant.
It also means that it's getting very close to time for our company picnic, which is at Magic Mountain! The last time I was there I was 17 and I went on the Viper about 5 times in a row. I'm completely stoked, to say the least. The fact that it's free makes it even better! (Maybe I'll get my picture taken with Wakko this time.)
My cousin Amanda is getting married in a week to a very sweet guy who thinks the world of her. We knew they were destined for each other when he bought her Mickey Mouse Croc's for Valentine's Day. Now that's true love.
We've postponed the Banshee show for this summer, so I find myself with an appalling amount of time on my hands. Time to go to the gym or jog around the neighborhood and get rid of my pudgy belly. (Read with a Scottish brogue.) Maybe I'll finish the two cross-stitching projects that I've had in the works for years.
We're having a reading on Monday night for another prospective show for Banshee's upcoming season. One of the critics who loves us best, suggested we give Macbeth a go. (We'll see how many Blackadder jokes come out during the evening. "Hot potato, off with her drawers, Puck will make amends!") I'm hoping not very many women come, so I can read one of the witches. "Something wicked this way comes."
Recently, I found out that one of my favorite books The Killer Angels (read it yet, Ang?) has had a stage adaptation done of it. Needless to say, I got my anxiouus little hands on it in short order and read it immediately. Hopefully, the Banshee's will like it as much as I have.
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Saturday, April 26, 2008
Home Again... Home Again...
One of the quirkier parts of my new job is the drive home.
First, there's the landfill from which emanates fascinating smells when the weather is over 60 degrees. Most of them have a hint of pine. Figure that one out.
Second is the "District of Sin" (my name for it). First, I pass the wholesale ice cream store and then, two blocks later, the wholesale XXX DVD store. Sounds like a good time, right?
Third is the very cool tree. It's on the parking strip in the District and the trunk is completely hollow, but one side is worn away so you can see inside. And despite all this, it's flourishing. Green and glorious. I'm hoping to get a picture of it one day.
Fourth is the cement "river" with four inches of stagnant, rat-infested water in the bottom. It's strewn with grafitti and all sorts of unsavoury garbage. The best part is the "No Swimming" sign right by it.
Last, and this is the best part, was the Lexus I was behind yesterday. In the back window, with a fluffy towel below it and a luxurious sunbeam above it, was a gigantic white cat. You know, like that cat that the Bond villain had. (What was his name, Josh?) It looked out of the window at me as if to say, "Yes, Jeeves and I are out on the town today. A trip to the Turkish baths, a stint on Rodeo Drive, and then off to the Club for brandy and cigars." It made me wish I could join him.
What about the grocery story with the mini carnival in the parking lot? Well, it's long gone.
And what about the latino gentleman riding the dappled grey horse that would mike mother go all giggly and googly-eyed? I still see him occasionally.
This is why I take surface streets instead of the freeway. You never see this stuff zooming along at 70 mph. Try it sometime. You might see the sign for the restuarant "HUNAN TASTE" that (I swear to God) looks like it says "HUMAN TASTE." Really.
First, there's the landfill from which emanates fascinating smells when the weather is over 60 degrees. Most of them have a hint of pine. Figure that one out.
Second is the "District of Sin" (my name for it). First, I pass the wholesale ice cream store and then, two blocks later, the wholesale XXX DVD store. Sounds like a good time, right?
Third is the very cool tree. It's on the parking strip in the District and the trunk is completely hollow, but one side is worn away so you can see inside. And despite all this, it's flourishing. Green and glorious. I'm hoping to get a picture of it one day.
Fourth is the cement "river" with four inches of stagnant, rat-infested water in the bottom. It's strewn with grafitti and all sorts of unsavoury garbage. The best part is the "No Swimming" sign right by it.
Last, and this is the best part, was the Lexus I was behind yesterday. In the back window, with a fluffy towel below it and a luxurious sunbeam above it, was a gigantic white cat. You know, like that cat that the Bond villain had. (What was his name, Josh?) It looked out of the window at me as if to say, "Yes, Jeeves and I are out on the town today. A trip to the Turkish baths, a stint on Rodeo Drive, and then off to the Club for brandy and cigars." It made me wish I could join him.
What about the grocery story with the mini carnival in the parking lot? Well, it's long gone.
And what about the latino gentleman riding the dappled grey horse that would mike mother go all giggly and googly-eyed? I still see him occasionally.
This is why I take surface streets instead of the freeway. You never see this stuff zooming along at 70 mph. Try it sometime. You might see the sign for the restuarant "HUNAN TASTE" that (I swear to God) looks like it says "HUMAN TASTE." Really.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
A Paradigm Shift
So, with my entire family here last weekend, I came to a realization. Someone would ask me how my job was and the best answer I came up with was a groan and to roll my eyes. Not a good thing.
My mom always told me I should find something I'd be willing to do for free and the paycheck would just be a bonus. A good goal, sure, but a little hard to actually find.
So, I've been brainstorming and e-mailing every one I've ever met and all of their friends. I've gotten some good feedback so far, I've updated my resume, have even sent it out to a couple of companies, and even have a temp agency that's more than willing to take me on while I'm waiting for my dream job to open up.
What makes me thrilled to get out of bed in the morning?
Well, my friend Dan works for the Center Theatre Group in downtown LA. They run the Ahmanson, the Mark Taper Forum and the Kirk Douglas theatre. He says they might have something opening up pretty soon and that would be ideal. Getting paid to work for people who create and nourish theatre would be very rewarding.
I wonder if they need a stage manager...
My mom always told me I should find something I'd be willing to do for free and the paycheck would just be a bonus. A good goal, sure, but a little hard to actually find.
So, I've been brainstorming and e-mailing every one I've ever met and all of their friends. I've gotten some good feedback so far, I've updated my resume, have even sent it out to a couple of companies, and even have a temp agency that's more than willing to take me on while I'm waiting for my dream job to open up.
What makes me thrilled to get out of bed in the morning?
Well, my friend Dan works for the Center Theatre Group in downtown LA. They run the Ahmanson, the Mark Taper Forum and the Kirk Douglas theatre. He says they might have something opening up pretty soon and that would be ideal. Getting paid to work for people who create and nourish theatre would be very rewarding.
I wonder if they need a stage manager...
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