movie wankity

I actually talked out the general gist of the short film at dinner tonight. I've been too embarassed to do that up until now, because it's my preoccupations writ large, and it's so mood driven, that it's hard to convey what's in my head (if I could draw, I'd story board), but I think I got it across and I think the enthusiasm was genuine, and probably more importantly, I think I resolved a few things that I've been hemming and hawing about in terms of how present the supporting characters need to be, which is not very, actually, because the piece is about isolation, really, and about living in your own little bubble, and that sort of surreal feeling of blinking and noticing who else is in that bubble with you, and how damn unlikely it all is -- blah, this is babbley, but it's helping me -- it's like we all live in this world with our own soundtrack and if we live somewhere like L.A. and we drive all the time, maybe we can maintain the perfection of that pretty relentlessly, but in other places, sometimes you're watching the world go by and you make eye contact with someone, and you realize, they're not in the car pulling up next to you, but across from you in the train and then all of the sounds other than the music in your head rush in, and you have to acknowledge this person even if by just looking away -- it's very much about the accelration up to that moment, and then the mirror image of it as you slide away from it, but as happens over one night, as opposed to one bit of time in the subway. So it's also about, if you do say hello in that moment, what leads you to look away in that next beat.

I was tossing numbers and logistics around in that irrational, talking out of my ass way that I do, and giving the "why it's Sydney and can't be anywhere else" speech, which up until I went through it tonight I always thought was pretty thin, but no, the sense of place is really critical to the point of the thing. Which has to do with a number of things, but particularly the weird "all things are now" factor about Sydney -- things there are clearly and specifically from particular errors, and smashed together in a way that you notice, constantly. Also the streets are wide, everything's a fucking vista. For all the photos I took, there's about three more that would help immeasureably right now (as would have being able to get some at night, but so it goes).

Went to Elmo, which is like, this place that used to be "crappy gay brunch on 7th" and is now like "wannabe hipster retro lounge with same gay brunch menu and worse art." I kinda dug it because I just didn't care.

Errrr. This is called lack of sleep = crappy directorial hand gestures.

Hey, I'm auditioning to play Jackie O. in something on Friday.

And I should really write to all the NIDA folks.

theatre wankity

I finalyl looked at the Jackie O. script, and it's phenominal, and I really really want to do it now. You know how OTT Cate Blanchett is in The Aviator? It has room for that sort of thing.

Meanwhile I got asked to reprise my little role in The Vagina Monologues by the folks I worked with last year, for a one night reading/benefit, but I'm still debating that, in part because I'm auditioning for a different production of the same show on Sunday, but I suppose if there's room to do it, I should say yes.

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Who has a fitting at Warner Bros. tomorrow?
Who just got a SAG waiver?


touch me.

the next 72 -- or why rach can't function right now

Friday:
work, fitting, work, audition, work

Saturday:
work, photoshoot, work, possible webdesigning for someone

Sunday:
audition, work, class, class, socializing, work