Sometimes as actors we come across a character that shares commonalities with us on a personal level. We relate to the character on the page, resonate with their hopes and dreams and their problems of existing in their world. In a scene I’m rehearsing, I play a rejected writer whose career is not moving forward and who is sick of taking handouts from her parents and her financially successful boyfriend. She and her “failed”...
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It’s completely my fault. I’ve stayed up till 4am watching Netflix episodes, which results in my alarm waking me up after only 3 hours of sleep. I’m not worried though because I plan to get on the plane and pass out. My tiredness will be an asset and sleep will come easy, making the uncomfortable chairs and the fact that I can’t use the bathroom without crawling over at least one person, fade away in lieu of dreams. I am brilliant....
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When I woke up this morning, I still had the headache I went to sleep with. I got up, took a new headache medicine, and went back to bed. Two hours later my headache was gone, but the tissue under my left eye was swollen like a bee had stung me. On the back of the medicine bottle, it said that side effects could include facial swelling. Crap. Oh well, I thought, at least it didn’t happen this weekend when I had important...
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Having dreams can be hard. Do you ever wake up sometimes and wish you had nothing to accomplish in this world, nothing to do, to leave behind as your fingerprint on a happier more loving world? I sometimes wish there were a magical force that said, “Z, in this life, I give you permission to do nothing. Sink into the couch and watch Netflix all day. Read books in the sun. Be super duper lazy.” But alas, there is no magic voice,...
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Who doesn’t love to be praised, to be told they’re spectacular and wonderful, the best thing since sliced bread? Lisa Simpson, who has the intelligence of a college student in the body of an eight year old, is a classic example of how we can be cognitively intelligent and still find ourselves seeking attention and validation. Amongst adults, Lisa is praised for her intellect. At one point Principal Skinner tells her,...
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When I was little my best friend and I were very different. My favorite game was “jungle” in which our plane had crashed in the forest behind her house and we were the only survivors. We would make weapons out of sticks to fight invisible attackers, make forts and pretend fires, and explore the terrain on our perpetual search for civilization. My best friend, on the other hand, was happiest when we kept our games indoors...
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