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Tidal Wave

10/15/10

Tidal Wave

Me at sea.

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 Whole Fooding: Part 2

09/30/10

Whole Fooding: Part 2

A starving artist in NYC: Visualizing abundance won't stop your stomach from growling.

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Whole Fooding: Part 1

08/26/10

Whole Fooding: Part 1

Living small in the big city.

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Audio Disconnect

08/19/10

Audio Disconnect

Last Saturday I performed at the “Ciao Italy Festival.” The organizer, Anabella Lenzu, told me beforehand she wasn’t sure what type of audience to expect. Diverse, is what she predicted.The majority of people who turned up were unique for my performance experience: older Italian-Americans, around my grandfather’s age. There was a smattering of younger and/or hipper folks, as well as quirky older-generationers.The audience howled at any and all Italian-American references and jokes. However, when I explained that a particular house’s decor was the result of crazy sex between the Gremlins and Rainbow Bright, I got crickets. Because I opened my act speaking about my Italian background they forgave me for my transgressions of a quirky kind. They knew I was from...

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Addendum: My Favorite Ways to Run from the Heat

08/05/10

Addendum: My Favorite Ways to Run from the Heat

Previously I wrote about how to stay relatively cool in blazing temperatures without air conditioning. At that point N.Y.C. was suffering through 95 degree weather. Now the thermometer is flirting with 100. Last night I spent trying to levitate; the friction of lying on the bed created a heat pit. By the foot of the bed two fans blasted in different directions, which created an excellent wind plume, but which really had the effect of moving blazing hot air around. “Her hair was windswept; about to catch fire.” This is the first line in my poem about last night: “Ode, to a damn hot night.” When I woke up this morning I felt vaguely hung over as water evaporated in droves from my pores even lay motionless with my eyes closed.Perhaps yesterday I should not have...

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My Favorite Ways to Run from the Heat

07/19/10

My Favorite Ways to Run from the Heat

This week in NY we’re suffering from heat that brings me back to my days in insufferable, congested Bombay.Remember when it was December in NYC and coldcoldcold? I looked at my summer clothes and said, “Ha! When the hell it is ever warm enough to wear that?” It happens every year! Damn it! My weather memory doesn’t extend for more than two weeks. When the seasons change I’m just as surprised as I was when I was seven.The most upsetting thing about modern air conditioning is that you relish in the chill but then inevitably have to go back outside. I actually don’t live in a place with air conditioning. In its place, a Vornado fan. The little gem creates a wind effect which causes every piece of paper in my apartment to go a’ floatin’. The...

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Bass for Picasso

07/02/10

Bass for Picasso

There is nothing that teaches me more about acting than theater.If things are funny when they are supposed to be, sad at the right moments, it is a beautiful meeting point of writing, directing, acting and production.When the production is flawed I ask, "Who messed up?"My mother always blames the actors. Although she doesn't get to theater much she is an avid TV watcher. According to her perspective as a RN for twenty years, Edie Falco is the devil for portraying a pill-popping nurse. "Like weer awl on drugs?"Before I became an actor I followed that judgment pattern. Now I know better.Last Friday I saw "Bass For Picasso" at the Kirk on Theater Row. Written by Beebo Brinker Chronicles writer Kate Moira Ryan, it portrays a volatile dinner between a one-legged...

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An Ear to the Ground for the Queer in Baltimore

06/11/10

An Ear to the Ground for the Queer in Baltimore

When I received an invitation from the Baltimore tourism folks to go down there for the LGBT show-and-tell weekend I thought: “What the hell is special about Baltimore?” The first time I had gone to Baltimore it was in high school traveling for an ASA softball tournament. All I saw of the city was fields. I missed a fly ball in the ninth inning which cost the team the tournament.I did not have pleasant feelings about the place, but I decided to accept, because I was intrigued. There must be something about the city besides softball fields! Also, with other bright stars crowding it out on the eastern seaboard — New York, D.C. and Boston — there might something about the city that everyone is missing.Hot Spots
As we cruised around the city it was clear that the...

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Survivor and the Tea Party

05/20/10

Survivor and the Tea Party

Although I would like to be on TV, I don’t watch it. Bad form, I know. Sometimes, however, a show sucks me in and I go back to where I was when I was 13 and watching 25 hours of TV a week—enraptured and engrossed in drama that will not help me learn more about the world. Or will it?Last night I happened upon the Survivor finale. Within five minutes I was cursing the world about a particular player named Russell. This chap was a “good Southern boy” (as described by a player who was being mislead and about to get played by him). Interestingly enough, Russell was recently arrested for punching a woman at a street fair. He is a stand-up kind of person who sweared on his family, children and grandmother when telling blatant lies. At Tribal Council (where the players...

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Louisiana Tid-Bits

05/13/10

Louisiana Tid-Bits

Here are observations from spending a week in Louisiana: 1. The best way to read a book is on a porch swing. 2. It possible to fry all types of food: from gizzards to shrimp to vegetables. 3. Alligators are road kill near the bayou.  4. The neighborhood areas of Louisiana look like the set of Forrest Gump (which was in Alabama, but for Yankees it's close enough).5. Folks in the deep South still call Northerners "Yankees."6. Cajun accents sound a lot like Brooklyn accents. 7. One should question the usefulness of exerting effort when its 95 degrees with 100 percent humidity.8. Life is much more pleasant on eight to nine hours of sleep daily. 9. If you are working so hard that its stressful, then its probably not worth the effort. I'm hoping to take a more laid back...

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Grandmas Battle it Out! Rosa vs. Carmella!

04/29/10

Grandmas Battle it Out! Rosa vs. Carmella!

I grew up watching my grandmother stare out the window, commenting on the neighborhood kids passing by. "I don't trust that one." After several hours she gave up her post and sat in her trademarked chair. This is usually when I would join her. Together we would watch a few minutes of a game show with scantily clad ladies on Rai. As soon as the first commercial break hit she would turn to more important things: the discussion of family current events and history. My kinsfolk had familial dynamics with more drama than a Dynasty episode.I listened hard.The discussion always centered around three main topics:how someone died, how a lucky one found (or almost found) fortune or how horrible of a human being a particular family member (of the day) turned out to be. Someone was always...

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Ear to the Ground for Queer in Baltimore

04/16/10

Ear to the Ground for Queer in Baltimore

When I received an invitation from the Baltimore tourism folks to go down there for the LGBT show-and-tell weekend I thought: “What the hell is special about Baltimore?” The first time I had gone to Baltimore it was in high school traveling for an ASA softball tournament. All I saw of the city was fields. I missed a fly ball in the ninth inning which cost the team the tournament.So quiet.I did not have pleasant feelings about the place, but I decided to accept, because I was intrigued. There must be something about the city besides softball fields! Also, with other bright stars crowding it out on the eastern seaboard — New York, D.C. and Boston — there might something about the city that everyone is missing.The patriotism is overdone. Bloggers Bio: Lauren...

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Tallulah Bankhead Live!

04/08/10

Tallulah Bankhead Live!

Learning about Tallulah Bankhead is Chapter 1 in the Counter-Culture 101 textbook. Somehow, I missed that class. Damn.Two years ago Restaurant Florent, my place of temporary employment, threw a party in honor of this brassy bisexual sex-pot. I said “Tallulah, who?” I wasn’t fired, but lost many fabulous points.When I read her bio on Wikipedia I became a bit sheepish. Here I am, thinking I have my finger on the pulse of alternative lifestyles and this woman did far more bold things 60 years ago. And here I thought throwing a faux-queen party was edge supreme. Tallulah was known to answer the door to her infamous parties stark naked. Brilliant. If only I could have met this woman (and have gone to her parties). What was she like, up close and behind the rumors?Tonight I...

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Golden Girls Party

03/04/10

Golden Girls Party

Two years ago I performed at Murray Hill’s “Miss Lower East Side Pageant.” A performance event that encourages creativity that goes outside the box. I came up with a out-of-this-world character called “A-Squirta-V’Tina”, a drag king who was making their drag queens debut. Why not? The more outrageous the better and enough gender mix-up to spin you on your head.After that blessed event Sharyn Jackson, the one and only, went clubbing in the east village, costumed and all. No one knew what to do with us, so we thought: “Why not throw a party where we create even more confusion?”Hence, Victoria, a dress-up party and performance celebrating faux queen-ness, was started born. The first party happened a few months later. The mission: encourage...

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Week 1 Challenge—You Down?

03/01/10

Week 1 Challenge—You Down?

Yesterday my friend Lissa, an entrepreneur behind the curtain of TheQueerist.com, called me. She read this blog and because she’s known me for a long time my waffling and indecision confused her. “What’s the problem?” I tried to explain: “I’m anxious about this ‘creating a plan thing’. Remember a year ago, the last time I had a business plan, when I got max five hours of sleep a night? Barely saw my friends and family? I can’t do that again.”Before a year ago I regularly mapped out my goals but because Catholic education beat guilt into my bones I worked myself into the ground until I completed everything I set out to do. In my mind, not doing everything was akin to not doing homework, which at St. Helen’s was akin to...

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How Does Snookie Feel?

02/19/10

How Does Snookie Feel?

Yesterday The New York Times featured an article about Fashion Week called “Muscling In on the Front Row.” What was the issue? Well, there was a rumor last week that The Situation, Snookie and friends might grace the fashion world with their presence. Snooty high fashion meets overdone tans and hot pink nails. Worlds collide.Which makes me think about going to college. I grew up and went to school with The Situation and Snookie prototypes. Imagine for one second being stuck in a classroom with them for twelve years. I practically ran up to Connecticut, clamoring to find a more worldly crowd. But lo, there was an issue. Namely my accent and life experience set me apart and made it hard to blend into Welseyan. My fellow collegiate schoolmates talked about traveling in Europe,...

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Plan of Action

02/16/10

Plan of Action

This week I spent looking out for resources to help in my quest to come up with a better plan of action—more sophisticated and pointed than my usual. What I found is that there are a lot of opportunities for actors and artists to spend money (seminars, classes, workshops, more classes) and no clear answers about what works and how. How to go about being successful as an artist is kinda like theorizing about the creation of the universe—there are lots of theories but no one really knows.Two years ago I collaborated with coach Dyana Valentine—a true master of getting people to do what they say they want to do. One of my favorite things she said to me when I was hesitant to move forward, “What’s your problem?” My kinda language. What I took most from...

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Saying Goodbye to an Old Friend

02/01/10

Saying Goodbye to an Old Friend

Many of you have come to see me perform my solo show Queens Girl. I have written about it on this blog, it has been written about in magazines and this fall I’ve rewritten the whole darn thing. Kamica said, “Why are you changing it? I like it.” So do a lot of people, but its current state does not match the caliber of show that I want to perform. Performing it around the world caused me to see where the holes are. To go on performing something I know is not as good as it needs to be is well…faking it. And you can’t fake something that takes up a large chunk of your time.For the show to match my vision, a new-age version of A Bronx Tale and Hedwig and the Angry Inch appreciated by the mainstream masses, I need a new creative team. Now here lies my...

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Flying Solo

01/14/10

Flying Solo

My state of indecision for 2010 has not changed within the past week. Many hours of yoga and some reflection later I’ve still not come up with a plan for 2010. Nothing concrete. No clear wants.I have rediscovered the glories (and endorphins) of dark chocolate. Especially when made into hot chocolate. A blessed substance.Twice before when in a similar state of indecision I gave a genius tarot card reader a call. He knew his stuff and it actually helped, in the give-and-take accuracy and trust ratings I give those things. He put the cards on the table, so to speak, about what was going on and what could happen. Nothing I couldn’t figure out on my own, but a nice reminder. Last Monday at 10:30 a.m. I told myself that if within a week I could raise the funds to use his services...

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