The Quotidian Ones

Cut to the chase: Nadia or Bo?

They're both smokin' hot. They both have great hair. She's got Jesus in her corner; he looks like Jesus. Nadia and Bo are clearly the horserace, here. They're the only two real artists on Idol, singers who know who they are and sing it like it is, not like a pale imitation of someone else's is. Having these other well-meaning jokers on for another, six? eight weeks? Chinese water torture, American-style.

L.A. Jan thinks Bo should win on sheer vocal ability, but is getting behind Nadia because she feels Bo will get a contract regardless. I say Nadia wins because she rocks that shit from down deep and has style to spare. Hell, all the major labels are probably drawing up prospective contracts right now.

But I'm afraid I'm tuning out for the duration. I can't handle any more drip drip drips...

xxx c

In case Vanity Fair never gets around to asking me...

Whaddya want? I've been combing through my five-month backlog of magazines. Inspiration comes where it comes. My stuff | communicatrix

GROOMING PRODUCTS

Shampoo: Whatever is on sale that I also have a coupon for. Moisturizer: Neutrogena Anti-Wrinkle Cream Hair product: Bumble & Bumble Curl Conscious Cologne: Whatever I've walked through, sat in or rubbed up against (i.e., none). Toothpaste: Tom's of Maine (whichever one is on sale)

ELECTRONICS

Cell phone: Nokia (I had to check to see) Computer: Mac G5 and PowerBook G4 Television: a used RCA (again, had to check) I bought for a hundred bucks five years ago off my friend, Mikon Stereo: None, I use my Mac. And shitty speakers. Which I bought with a gift card accrued via an incentive program.

HOME

Sheets: Dunno. They're white, they're cotton, they're 300 thread count, they're ancient. But they were definitely on sale (with a coupon!) Coffeemaker: machinetta from Cost Plus Car: Toyota Corolla (my third)

BEVERAGES

Water: I have a tap filter I bought from my pal, Shelly. But for a treat I buy Dasani, Sparkletts or occasionally, Fiji (that bottle rules). For the record, Dannon tastes like ass and Evian tastes like plastic. Fave sparking water? Pellegrino, hands down. Coffee: at home, Trader Joe's Bay Blend (leaded); Coffee Bean Espresso Roast (unleaded); out, Americano from Caffe Latte Alcohol: Knob Creek or Macallan

CLOTHES

Jeans: Gap, usually. Watches: Have several; never wear 'em. T-shirt: Gap Favorite in heather gray, XS Underwear: whatever's on sale; Hanro, if someone else is buying Briefcase or tote: Series of huge, cheap purses, a backpack and an ancient canvas tote with the logo of the company I worked my last day job at. Sneakers: Converse All-Stars for hanging; Saucony for running Signature look: "Just rolled out of bed"

FAVORITE PLACE

San Simeon, CA

NECESSARY EXTRAVAGANCE

Good headshots.

xxx c

TAGS: ,

More about me(me)

Being a bossy, self-involved chick who's all about the unsolicited 411, I'm way lovin' this this meme from Jon Strande, of 100 Bloggers fame (which reminds me, I must get my butt in gear).

  • What do you do? - Current (commercial) actress. Former (and, for rare clients, current) copywriter. Budding designer. Aspiring communicatrix (a pundit-like position I imagine will fuse all of these, way, shape or form, TBD).
  • What are the challenges? - Keeping my head from exploding.
  • How do you overcome them? - By excluding from my life that which is neither useful nor beautiful.
  • What is a typical day like? - No such thing, really, allthough a "median" day might include an audition, some writing, a bit of design work and, hopefully, some form of head-clearing stuff: a walk, a trip to the gym, a lie-down...
  • How do you manage information? (Email, Blogs, etc) - TypePad hosts my blog, love that UI! I like Entourage for my main email and use gmail and Yahoo! accounts for public interface. I swear by the bucket method of brain emptying/information collection that David Allen outlines in the most excellent Getting Things Done; my Palm and the lined notebook(s) I always carry with me are my main buckets. I use NewsFire for my RSS feeds locally and Bloglines on the road. I am a geek; I make no apologies for this...
  • What are your 3 or 5 favorite books The Artist's Way - life change ain't easy, but it's always worth it Factotum - Buk is my go-to guy when I'm feeling blue The Razor's Edge - I gave my crappy honors thesis novella the same title out of undying undergrad lust for Maugham Bread and Jam for Frances - if you've got a kid, go buy it; if you don't, go buy it anyway Move Your Stuff, Change Your Life - whether or not you believe in feng shui, you must admit that to focus intention on something changes it...and I got two checks for $10,000 each when I focused on my kitchen/prosperity bagua
  • What are your favorite web sites/blogs? I'm always happy when I see updates to the feeds from Gawker, michaelnobbs-dot-com and Crossroads Dispatches. I wish 2Blowhards had a feed.
  • What tools/technology do you use? - PowerMac G5 (mostly Photoshop, Quark XPress, Final Draft and MS Word), G4 PowerBook
  • What's your favorite quote? - "Every valuable human being must be a radical and a rebel for what he must aim at is to make things better than they are." , Niels Bohr
  • What is your "secret to success"? - You don't have to be the brightest kid on the block if you're willing to work ten times harder than the one who is.
  • What are your greatest accomplishments? Personal? Professional? - Learning to live in the present.
  • What are your hobbies? Or, how do you break the monotony and stay energized? - After too many years of tedium, I'm happy to report that there is no monotony in my life. But when I need a break, I bust out the guitar, the sketchbook (this is a new one, for which I owe a debt of gratitude to Michael and Brenton), take a long walk or unplug and curl up with a book. The thing that energizes me most is connecting with kindred spirits, a long talk with one of my gals, a birthday party for which fifty of my closest friends come out on a school night, being in the loving arms of a brilliant cast in a genius piece of art.

Grab the Q's, add your own A's (on your own blog, if you fancy, or in the comments if you don't). Don't forget to trackback me and Jon if you're a bloggin' baby.

In other words, share the love. In case you hadn't heard, it's the answer...

xxx c

Lilies of Silver Lake

Tiny_doTwo of the acting-writing-musical sisterhood have quietly taken up blogging recently. I've been quietly reading them right back, letting them fly under the radar rather than subject them to the bright light of my (ahem) dozens of readers all at once.

But in addition to my altruistic goal of supporting truth-telling by those whose truths the world would do well to hear, I've also got a selfish one: I like to read what I like to read. And I like to read my girls.

LilyLife is the work of a stunning young lady (that's "Ms. Lily Life" to you) who became a good friend during the Great Heartbreak of '02, and then, a few months later, during my incarceration at Cedars Sinai, a great one. Instead of the usual flowers for which I had no vases, Ms. LL showed up with lavender spray to combat hospital stink, a cache of Supersize-Me granny panties for my prednisone-swollen lower half (man, is it freaky going from skeletal to jiggly in the space of 24 hours), and, best of all, a sunny smile in place of the look of horror I'd grown used to, thereby winning my undying gratitude.

We've been mutual admirers ever since and I'm still discovering lovely new things about her all the time. Like that she can write her ass off, man, not a quality you'd expect upon encountering her sweet, hippy-dippy demeanor. (On the other hand, she drinks her single-malt neat and most of us under the table, so I guess maybe I should have had a clue.) She's also a fellow Virgo, a fellow generalist, not nearly as much of a geek (thank god) and a much, much better actor.

VardamomVarda is your hostess over at Messy Humans. She is quite tall and very pretty and wisely leaves her picture out of the picture so people can get to concentrating on her smart, good sentences. I've not known her as long as I have Ms. LL, but I already like what I've seen so far, from her fabulous house in Silver Lake (complete with terrific kid, adorable husband, foxy furnishings and enjoyable menagerie) to her pianner-playin' and singin'. Frankly, it irks me a little that she can write, too, but hey, when someone's that good at it, you can't stay mad long.

So I invite you all to get acquainted with one another: ladies, blogosphere; blogosphere, ladies. That you keep each other interested and enthused about life and love and really good writing is my wish for you.

And as you all know, here at communicatrix, it's alllll about me...

xxx
c

Hot chicks, cool cats - 20 bucks

My theater company, Evidence Room, turned 10 this year. We're celebrating with a kick-ass event/show/party tonight, tomorrow and Sunday: a live radio-concert restaging of our hit pulp/noir classic, No Orchids for Miss Blandish, by James Hadley Chase. Lots of cocktails, live music and aforementioned hot chicks/cool cats (theater company + L.A. = lots of good-looking people) and a killer show.

And in case you're not a regular, we also lay claim to the coolest party space in Los Angeles. No lie, Cy.

I'll be there tonight, with bells on. And heels. And a private stash, if you know the secret password...

xxx c

evidEnce room presents a speakeasy radio-play concert celebration: NO ORCHIDS FOR MISS BLANDISH by James Hadley Chase Fri - Sun, Feb 11-13 @ 8pm at evidEnce room 2220 Beverly Blvd (at Alvarado) Tickets $20 Info/Reservations: (213) 381-7118

"Nothing is stupid. Even stupid things aren't stupid."*

A book about blogging? No, wait, a self-published book about blogging by a bunch of bloggers, many of whom are relatively unknown even in the blogosphere and none of whom are exactly rocking slots one through ten on the New York Times bestseller list? Hey, they all laughed at Christopher Columbus (and probably, at some point, at the guys who wrote about it), too.

Intrepid business blogger Jon Strande hatched a stupid, ingenious plan for explaining blogging to the general (offline) public: collect a hundred, that's right, 100, bloggers and see what they had to say about it. Seriously. At the outset, that was the sum total of the plan.

But then an amazing thing happened. In typical bloggy fashion, the bloggers he invited suggested others, which in turn not only suggested a great method of collecting 100 bloggers but a means of illustrating the connectivity, joy and power of blogging in the construction of the book itself.

Here's how it ended up working: Jon invited the first 25 bloggers. They, in turn, invited 25 more. Their 25 invited another 25, and that 25 invited a final 25, for a total of 100 bloggers**, linked by blogging, just like...blogging!

Now that my little bloggy tree is established (me > half mad (former) spinster > Michael Nobbs > Trevor Romain), the next step is to come up with my post, er, chapter. I'd like for it to somehow reference one or all of my people, and at least a few of the other bloggers in the book, like Evelyn and Hugh, whose acquaintanceship was either directly or indirectly responsible for my participation. But that's my problem.

The problem I'd love your help with is selecting a post, or even a style or category of post, since I'm kind of all over the map, for inclusion. "Why I Blog" is going to be a biggish topic in the book, but don't let that stop you. If anyone out there reading this blog with any regularity has a strong opinion on which post I've blogged so far would be my best choice for this book, by all means, let me know, either in the comments section or, if you're shy, via email. Don't hold back, either; even if you think it's an inappropriate post for inclusion in a generic blogging book, there may be some useful information in your preference. For instance, I'm probably not going to choose that perennial crowd-pleaser, the Mrs. Potato Head manifesto, but if it resonates with enough people, I will think seriously about incorporating the elements that I think make it successful, like the list format, the rapier-like wit and the wink-wink/nudge-nudge.

Thanks for playing, everyone! And remember, there are no stupid ideas. Even stupid ideas aren't stupid.

xxx c

*Words to live by from Callie - 1st grader, via Trevor Romain's blog

**Well, we're close, anyway. The math alone makes my head spin, so I'm leaving the collection process to John and other, sturdier souls.

Goodbye, old friend

There were three major dream smackdowns in my fame-obsessed American girlhood: the realization that I did not have the stuff to be a ballerina; the realization that whether I (had) had it or not, I was now too old to be a Playboy centerfold; and the realization that I would never be a guest on Johnny Carson.

You kids might not understand, but before the age of multiple media outlets Johnny Carson was emblematic of Making It the way pink tutus were emblematic of Dance or airbrushed boobs were emblematic of Hot Babe. Maybe this is how the front-end Boomers felt about Ed Sullivan, but to me and my  generation, Johnny was it. It was late-night, it was every night and, while it was still a show, it was a show that happened in your bedroom rather than on a Burbank soundstage. As Gawker aptly (and concisely) put it today,

For an entire generation, he was a perpetual presence, a member of the family. Often he was funny, more often he was corny: but he was there every night to put a the punch line on another long day.

A member of the family, only famous and with really, really cool friends.

xxx
c

"Follow that asshole in front of you!"*

sheeple: (sheep'-el) (n) a portmanteau word combining "sheep" and "people" to indicate a mindless mob that accepts the party line without question. I'd like to give a big shout-out to my boy, Ken Robinson, for turning me on to whatreallyhappened, where I first encountered my new favorite word, which, from the look of things, has been around since at least (and fittingly) 1984. (Where was I? Oh, yeah. In advertising. Talk about irony...)

Happy Inauguration Day, everyone!

xxx c

*The Sheeple Motto, via sheeple.net.

Breaking the boycott

For an egregious instance of bad customer service which I may or may not go into at a later date, I've been boycotting Amazon.com for over a year now. Meaning, I'll use their search engine, lift their GIFs and read their reviews, but I won't post anything there, no votes, no reviews, no wish list, or link to an item they sell. However, I had to sign in this morning to vote for these reviews. Just. Too. Beautiful.

[via Seth Godin]

xxx c

UPDATE (3/24/2011): As you may have noticed, I got back on board the Amazon train a while back. I got tired of fighting, and learned the real lesson, which is that rebates are for chumps.

Oliver!

AppleThe communicatrix tends to get a little obsessive at times. (And when she does, she finds it easier to admit to it in the third person.) Lately, for a variety of reasons which I'll go into in a later post, my fixation has been a little gem of a book called Three Black Skirts: All You Need to Survive, which I've re-checked out from the library, renewed twice, and paid enough in asshole tax on to own several times over.

My initial trip down the rabbit hole (a.k.a., Internet) wasn't immediately fruitful that in that it turned up next to nothing on the book's elusive author, Anna Johnson. But it did unearth, via a good-natured Australian who engineers websites, a wonderful young Irish artist named Oliver Jeffers.

His site is a little slow to load and it takes some futzing to figure out the navigation (or hell, maybe I'm just too damned old) but boy oh boyo, is this kid worth it. His use of color is spectacular, even over the Internet and through the thin film of dirt on my monitor, and his images are fresh and lively and startling. The one above left made me laugh out loud. (That's a good thing.)

HAPPY NOTE: Subsequent trips down the rabbit hole this morning to collect links for this post have produced more info on Ms. Johnson (hooray!), so more on her later...

xxx c

Wave bye-bye, honey!

Seems ABC has elected not to play host to the Miss America Pageant anymore. I'm not surprised. As a brand, "Miss America" has utterly failed to keep pace with the times. In his TVWatch column for MediaPost, Wayne Friedman wisely sums it up:

Broadcasting & Cable (B&C) needed nearly 2,000 words to explain why "Miss America" failed. I'll explain it in five: The show is not entertaining.

Unbelievably, the producers of "Miss America" are blaming their crappy, declining numbers on a bad time period and "no marketing support." But we know the real answer: "Miss America", a forerunner, in a way, of today's reality TV, just can't cut it in an "America's Next Top Model" universe:

Good reality TV has the right mix of drama and beauty - not someone of modest talent and beauty. The talent portions of "Miss America" don't work. "The Flight of the Bumble Bee" on a tuba in a bikini isn't enough in a racy Maxim-crazed, "Desperate Housewives"-lurking TV viewing public. (Though, MTV's "Punk'd" might consider a short pitch).

I guess some people, like the one I lifted my ticket JPEG from, will be disappointed. But the rest of us, if the numbers don't lie, are going to be just as happy to see this Miss go the way of the restrictive foundation garment.

xxx c

the communicatrix lays down the law

Dear "Lurker": I was going to email you privately about your puzzling comment on my last post, but to my great surprise and dismay, "lurkie@lurkie.net" was not a legitimate email address! Perhaps you inadvertently misspelled something. Oh, well. I will just have to address your comment here.

You see, "Lurker," I'm really not sure why you would paste this particular letter to the editor of the Los Angeles Times into a comments section on my blog, mostly because you left no comment yourself. Is your purpose to let David Manos of Lancaster, CA put me in my place by assuring me that "The United States, as always, will give more aid through its governmental and private humanitarian organizations than any other nation in the face of global emergency"?

Perhaps you believe, as Mr. Manos might, my suggestion that the U.S. dial down the glamor of the inaugural festivities out of deference and respect for the suffering of a huge chunk of the world in the face of possibly the planet's greatest natural disaster in our lifetime is, indeed, a partisan one, and that I'm just another America-hating liberal wanting to cheat President Bush and his fellow partygoers out of a well-deserved good time?

Well, you're partially right. I guess I am appealing to our president's so-called Christian nature (what would Jesus do if 150,000 of God's children were wiped out in one fell swoop, I wonder?) and asking him to think twice about throwing a big fat party while Rome burns. However, it's nothing I wouldn't ask of John Kerry or any other Christian/Jew/Muslim/Atheist who might happen to be in the White House. It's just nice manners, I think.

But I do take issue with Mr. Manos' statistics, oh, wait...he didn't give any. So here's some...

In 1999, a year when Bill Clinton, for whom I voted, was still in office, the United States trailed five developed nations in aid as a proportion to GDP. See? Democrats are sucky (Source: the NY Times, via Business Statistics.)

"Of the 21 major donor nations, the United States ranked 16th in the quantity and quality of the population and reproductive-health projects that are supported by its foreign aid program, according to a new study released Tuesday by Population Action International (PAI), a Washington-based research and advocacy group." (Source: WorldRevolution.org)

Now, "Lurker," you of course were welcome to post your own statistics. In fact, there a some interesting ones posted on The Heritage Foundation's site you might want to check out. I don't agree with the writer's reasoning, but hey, last I checked, it was a free country.

However you can't post them here because I'm banning your IP address.

And from now on, I'm banning anyone else I catch playing post-'n'-ditch, too. If you want to engage in lively debate, fine. If you're here to drop an anonymous stinky poop on my site, uh-uh.

So, "Lurker," if you would like to comment, on your comment, or on anything else, please email me at communicatrix -at- gmail -dot- com and with a real name and email addy and we can talk about unblocking you.

Have a lovely day, everyone! You, too, "Lurker."

xxx c

Mini-me

speak Not only does my friend, Mat, have an encyclopedic knowledge of music, fine art and drama (from consumption, folks, not book learnin'), he's also an artist himself.

For several years now, he has created tiny puppet people of all types just because. They're insanely detailed, especially considering how small they are: most fit in my hand, and Mat, a tall, rangy type, has far larger (if more dextrous) fingers.

I'm gonna have to ask Mat's permission before I devote one of my TypePad photo albums to his work, but since he sent me this latest photo of my little ME, I figure I'm allowed to show it off if I like. Apparently inspired by me on stilts, which I especially love. (I didn't actually wear my glasses as the Weird Family Mom, but this is exactly how I felt at 7'2", for sure.)

Thanks, Mat. Now let's get back to our regularly scheduled lives as art observers.

Next stop, the Chocolate Room.

xxx c

Susan Sontag

I have often said that I am just smart enough to realize how smart I'm not. This is never more in evidence than when I sit down to read Susan Sontag, which I have to do slowly, in a good, sturdy chair with plenty of sleep under my belt. Christopher Hitchens writes a beautiful eulogy for Sontag for Slate magazine, in which he puts into beautiful, succinct words one of the chief reasons I've always admired Sontag:

With that signature black-on-white swoosh in her hair, and her charismatic and hard-traveling style, she achieved something else worthy of note, the status of celebrity without any of the attendant tedium and squalor. She resolutely declined to say anything about her private life or to indulge those who wanted to speculate. The nearest to an indiscretion she ever came was an allusion to Middlemarch in the opening of her 1999 novel In America, where she seems to say that her one and only marriage was a mistake because she swiftly realized "not only that I was Dorothea but that, a few months earlier, I had married Mr. Casaubon.")

In the age of fame for being famous, quiet, earned celebrity is a rare and beautiful thing.

xxx c