Saturday, July 21, 2007

Got my Harry at 1:00 AM on the dot, according to my receipt. Going to read now.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Yes, a lot has happened since my last post which is why I haven't posted.

One, I landed a job right across the street in the entertainment industry. Go, me. It came as a last minute thing where I called a staffing agency, and they happened to need someone with my skills for that very job. Pay is decent, the hours are normal, and I am three minutes away from where I work. The only reason I drive is so that I have enough time to go home for lunch. Otherwise, were I willing to get up fifteen minutes earlier I'd walk. I'm not willing to get up fifteen minutes earlier and that would kill the amount of time I could spend at home for lunch.

The company consists of several buildings, and the one that I work in is on the other side of the lot. I'm proofreading movie and DVD collateral for a major studio. It's not creative, but it's within a creative department and the chances for moving around to a more creative position are probably pretty good. I'm a contractor, not an employee.

The boss is great, and there is a Starbucks in the lobby. What can I say?

It's been interesting work and I'm catching on pretty quickly. I've done this kind of work before, not for collateral but proofreading, so it's learning the systems and style guide. And like I said, I can go home for lunch and pet my cats, nap on the couch, have some "me" time in the middle of the day.

Speaking of "me" time, I must get to bed.

Thursday, July 05, 2007

I usually don't tout things on this blog, but in this case it was completely necessary. If you are looking for a great summer read, hell, a great read no matter what time of the year it is. Kristen Buckley, who brought you The Parker Grey Show, which I posted about a while back, has a new novel, TRAMPS LIKE US: A Suburban Confession'. And this time it's a memoir. For those of you who have written me to let me know how much you enjoy my musings about childhood or whatever on this blog, get this book. The stories are ripe, funny, touching, and completely insane.

Here's the book description:
New Jersey native Kristen Buckley travels through a series of catastrophic detours she calls childhood—one that was anything but normal. Set adrift after her parents divorce, Buckley embarks upon an emotional odyssey through the eerie underworld of northern New Jersey, where perverted gym teachers are as big a threat as the local mobsters, and timbale-playing orangutans wield the power to shape the future. Among the colorful cast of chracaters vividly portrayed are her brilliantlly wry mother; two deaf, adopted siblings from Korea; two Jewish stepsisters; and one pot-smoking runaway. After a childhood spent searching for a place to call home, she ultimately finds it and emerges as a truly unforgettable heroine.

And, order it from Amazon.com on Friday. Um, that means now, damnit. Why Amazon, and why Friday? Because the publishing world will be watching Amazon.com on Friday, looking for spikes and trends in sales, and I'm all about supporting authors who in one short sentence, are fucking great, not afraid to let it all hang out in a way that we can all relate, and make me laugh, feel and say, "I thought I was the only one..." And this book does it. An inspiration to those of us who strive to keep the narrative alive, to express...not to call attention to ourselves, but for the art of expression itself, to further intertwine the threads that make us all laugh, cry, and remind us of the Tramps in ourselves that we thought branded us outcasts.

Get the book. Now.

And if you want to learn more about Kristen and the book, visit her MySpace Page.

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Went to the Hollywood Bowl tonight with Cathy and Reese. A beautiful thing, to be with friends and drink wine, eat food and sing along to the Sound of Music. Yes, sounds strange, but was so good to let go, look at Venus to the left and the full moon rising to the right. Hear voices talking, singing, see so many people enjoying themselves. To be with friends, laugh, eat, drink. This is what life is all about.

Spending time with friends, being so glad that you met them and that they are a part of your life. To be near them again. I had my first star sighting at the concert. The first since being back in Los Angeles. Marg Helgenberger, from CSI was dressed in habit with about ten friends. Reese was the one to spot her walking in front of our seats, and she sat two sections from us where she then took off the habit. Clever disguise, and kudos to Reese for spotting her. Reese had worked on CSI, and therefore had trained eyes. Lots of people were in costume, dressed as characters or you name it from the movie. There was a grand prize for the best costume, won by a cute little boy who dressed as a "Moonbeam in your hand." I loved it. Totally original.

After the concert, warmed with wine I took the bus to the parking lot in the LA Zoo in Griffith Park. Listened to voices of children, men and women, sat next to a woman in the dark. Both of us were silent, I was pleasantly buzzed from three glasses of red wine, thinking how lucky I was to be near wonderful friends and back where I belonged. The bus driver had killed the lights so silhouettes and the passing lights and traffic were all I saw on the way home. The bus dropped us off at the Parking Lot in the LA Zoo. I thought of all the animals sleeping so near to us. Got in my car, rolled down the windows and smelled the pine, road and earth as I drove home on Forest Lane Drive. The moon hung brightly in the sky to my left, hills passed, the road winded and led me home. I was happy. Content. My senses lapping it all up as I drove. I came to my street, turned and parked.

Now it's time to sleep. A good sleep. One where I don't have to get up in the morning. One coming after spending time with good friends. A happy sleep. One high on knowing that coming back was right.