This week is kind of a blur... I worked Sunday and will work again Saturday, so it throws things off a little. But overtime is nice- and much needed- so bring on the blur.....
I should be writing a spot right now. I've had quite a few this week, which has also been nice. My mind is kind of stretched from the day's usual random tasks, so I'm sort of hoping blogging will help me get into writing mode. Current project: testimonial spot for a dentist, followed by an in-house promo for a sales rep, and a thirty-second event promo on the horizon.
Cool moment of the day: My sister, Claudia, texted me asking what the sign was for "creator". I used my phone to make a short video demonstrating the sign language, and sent it back. Yay, technology.
FishFest was on Saturday, and is always a fun event to work. I heard Jadon Lavik, Sixpence None the Richer, Hawk Nelson, and Jeremy Camp. The first two I love, and the last two... eh. But i have great co-workers and music festivals are always delightful. :)
We're making sock puppet butterflies for kids' church tonight. I had to make the example one on my lunch break. Please note that having a sock puppet in the office makes people laugh.
I'm currently looking for a script for drama ministry that is heart-warming or serious. I've got lots of fun comedies, but nothing really moving. If you have ideas or resources, will you please share?
Soph's grandpa isn't doing so well. They haven't started radiation yet, and the most recent doctor's visit wasn't encouraging. If you think about it, will you continue praying for him and the family?
Why is Paula Abdul still not only on national television, but one of the most-watched programs?
I want so so badly to go to the beach....
New hobby! Tennis! Sophia and I got raquets at Target for only $3.48. I'm also playing with girls from work. I really suck (no, i'm not being humble. I seriously am not good), but it's a lot of fun. Could this be the active hobby i've been looking for? Sure, i was hoping that hobby would be surfing or kayaking, but i live much closer to tennis courts than the water. So, yay for tennis. :)
I'm in the middle of a zillion books right now:
- "Get Out of That Pit" by Beth Moore- I love her style of teaching and story-telling. So far I've only read a couple of chapters, and it's covered getting INto the pit. No word on the exit yet.
- "A Guide to Style" (or something along those lines) by Tim Gunn- given to me by a friend... it has some helpful information, but so far it's left me feeling like i have very few goals in the style department. Here are mal's ten commandments of style. Let's see if they change after I finish the book.
1. Thou shalt not be naked.
2. Thou shalt be practical and economical.
3. Thou shalt blend in nicely by at least not wearing something ridiculous or drastically out-of-style
4. Thou shalt remember starving children and be sensible and never extravagant with purchases.
5. Thou would like to look nice. :)
6. Thou shalt appreciate comfort. Beauty is not pain!
7. Thou likes artistic fun things... color and accessories. Hippie/bohemian?
8. Thou also likes the funky musician look but rarely has the oppotunity to wear such things, so hasn't invested much into those articles of clothing.
9. Thou would look much better in anything if thou were a bit healthier.
10. Thou thinks designer labels are unnecessary for her wardrobe (let me clarify that i respect the work these artists do, i just have no need for a Coach bag or Chanel sunglasses.... give me five dollar shades any day.)
- "Live Your Dream" (i think that's the title?) by Tommy Barnett- pastor of the Dream Center, pretty self-explanatory. It's kind of a daily devotional kind of thing. The first section points out that our talents and interests are God-given tools and indicators of our purpose.
- some book that asks 101 questions to professional screenwriters. At the end, there's a cd with a demo of screenwriting software. That's my treat for finishing the book.
- A book Leah gave me about creative careers in Hollywood. It's interesting because it uses movies that are about the industry to illustrate it's point. I'm not really sure how helpful it is, but it's kind of interesting from a film history standpoint. I think it would've been fun to take more film history classes (and production!). Maybe if/when i'm more financially blessed, i'll seriously consider film school. However, there are many many more things I want to do first. Like a coffeehouse style Bible study, and a Saturday morning drama workshop- both open to the community. Oh yeah, and move out.
I think the length of my entries is directly proportional to how many other things i should be doing.
April 23, 2008
alternate universe
When I woke up this morning, I saw the day clearly in my mind. I didn't rush- there was no schedule, no hurry. I took a shower, wore my khaki capris and a cute t-shirt, and did my hair the way I like it (with hair-tie on my wrist ready to pull it up at a moment's notice). I pack something resembling a lunch- all healthy, no guilt- put books and notebooks in my turtle bag with plenty of pens and mp3 player, and grab my guitar. Into the car I go, and the gas prices would miraculously not matter. Also, there would be no traffic between my house and Venice Beach.
I'd find a place to park on the street a few blocks from the water with no limit on parking. Then i'd walk to the beach to find my place among the hippies and homeless, the skaters and tourists. There's a stand called Jezebel with skirts I like, and I need a new one. I'd spread out a blanket on the sand and kick off my flip-flops. I wouldn't look at a clock and spend hours reading, writing, drawing, playing, singing, and maybe even napping. I could take pictures and maybe even meet someone fun and new... listen to the story of a homeless guy and ask the unshaven dude who wears a sign proclaiming, "Support Your Local Wino!" if he really likes to drink or just found a clever way to make money with smiles. I would snack on my packed lunch-like items (an apple, string cheese, granola bar, bottle of water... that kind of thing) and put my feet in the water that's not so warm because it's still not really summer. Eventually, I'd head to church, and again, in this perfect day, there would not be traffic. Though if i started early enough, the 10 wouldn't be too bad.....
But you probably know that I'm not typing this from Venice Beach. I may have talked to local winos on the phone today, though i'm pretty sure their craziness operates through sobriety. I did have Jamba Juice and a California roll with Leah, even if on a rushed lunch hour. There was no fresh, salty sea breeze, no sunshine to warm my face. And there was definitely no nap. I got to write (emails) and draw, and sing along to whatever song played in my car during the morning commute- i'll even get to sing during my evening commute to church... in between phone calls finding out what Grandpa's test results reveal about his trip to the ER today and if Sophia will make it to church (or if I will be teaching improvisationally).
The true optimist doesn't see a dream that dies, they say "I can dream again tomorrow!"
Eh. There are too many remarks to follow that sentence. You can just send it to Chicken Soup for the Soul and call it even.
When you want to blog about something sappy like love, what stops you? Feeling like a high schooler? Or the fact that all your friends will get to witness you feeling like a high schooler? Or maybe it's because it won't be all sunshine and light, and after all, hasn't the world had enough of your bittersweet melancholy?
I'd find a place to park on the street a few blocks from the water with no limit on parking. Then i'd walk to the beach to find my place among the hippies and homeless, the skaters and tourists. There's a stand called Jezebel with skirts I like, and I need a new one. I'd spread out a blanket on the sand and kick off my flip-flops. I wouldn't look at a clock and spend hours reading, writing, drawing, playing, singing, and maybe even napping. I could take pictures and maybe even meet someone fun and new... listen to the story of a homeless guy and ask the unshaven dude who wears a sign proclaiming, "Support Your Local Wino!" if he really likes to drink or just found a clever way to make money with smiles. I would snack on my packed lunch-like items (an apple, string cheese, granola bar, bottle of water... that kind of thing) and put my feet in the water that's not so warm because it's still not really summer. Eventually, I'd head to church, and again, in this perfect day, there would not be traffic. Though if i started early enough, the 10 wouldn't be too bad.....
But you probably know that I'm not typing this from Venice Beach. I may have talked to local winos on the phone today, though i'm pretty sure their craziness operates through sobriety. I did have Jamba Juice and a California roll with Leah, even if on a rushed lunch hour. There was no fresh, salty sea breeze, no sunshine to warm my face. And there was definitely no nap. I got to write (emails) and draw, and sing along to whatever song played in my car during the morning commute- i'll even get to sing during my evening commute to church... in between phone calls finding out what Grandpa's test results reveal about his trip to the ER today and if Sophia will make it to church (or if I will be teaching improvisationally).
The true optimist doesn't see a dream that dies, they say "I can dream again tomorrow!"
Eh. There are too many remarks to follow that sentence. You can just send it to Chicken Soup for the Soul and call it even.
When you want to blog about something sappy like love, what stops you? Feeling like a high schooler? Or the fact that all your friends will get to witness you feeling like a high schooler? Or maybe it's because it won't be all sunshine and light, and after all, hasn't the world had enough of your bittersweet melancholy?
April 21, 2008
rush through
i'm not feeling particularly eloquent or articulate. If i'm going to write anything, it should be a spot for work, but i think i might wait until morning. i'm a bit moody... not sure if it's induced by being tired, or reliving memories of high school by listening to Enya's "Shepherd Moon" cd, or because i've consumed entirely too much sugar today.... either way, curling up and sleeping is the best course of action.
Things I wanted to tell you..... last week was crazy mal's-inspired-to-cook week. I (ok, we....) made my mom's chicken enchiladas (nothing like authentic enchiladas but still mighty tasty), semi-vegan lasagna, veggie potato soup and cracker barrel corn muffins, and I rocked out on my pb&j muffins (star-shaped, and with carrot!). And now i have no desire to cook/bake/exist in the kitchen for a loooooong time. But i'm darn proud that everything came out well.
Saturday we had a work day to help Soph's grandparents with yard work. I took a bunch of pictures... i've been having a lot of fun with my camera lately. :) Sunday was just a kick back day, which was nice. The next couple of weekends are going to be spent working (yay overtime!), so any relaxing is appreciated.
This entry's not very exciting, huh? It's really just checking in and saying hi..... I'm still just plugging away... writing and working and doing church stuff like normal. It took almost fifty bucks to fill my gas tank on Friday, so i'm trying to cut down on any unnecessary trips.... and i'm DYING to go to the beach. I need the ocean........ And i dream of a well-paying job near the water... i could live in one place and be content to stay there. :) Maybe I can log off now and dream of that.....
Things I wanted to tell you..... last week was crazy mal's-inspired-to-cook week. I (ok, we....) made my mom's chicken enchiladas (nothing like authentic enchiladas but still mighty tasty), semi-vegan lasagna, veggie potato soup and cracker barrel corn muffins, and I rocked out on my pb&j muffins (star-shaped, and with carrot!). And now i have no desire to cook/bake/exist in the kitchen for a loooooong time. But i'm darn proud that everything came out well.
Saturday we had a work day to help Soph's grandparents with yard work. I took a bunch of pictures... i've been having a lot of fun with my camera lately. :) Sunday was just a kick back day, which was nice. The next couple of weekends are going to be spent working (yay overtime!), so any relaxing is appreciated.
This entry's not very exciting, huh? It's really just checking in and saying hi..... I'm still just plugging away... writing and working and doing church stuff like normal. It took almost fifty bucks to fill my gas tank on Friday, so i'm trying to cut down on any unnecessary trips.... and i'm DYING to go to the beach. I need the ocean........ And i dream of a well-paying job near the water... i could live in one place and be content to stay there. :) Maybe I can log off now and dream of that.....
April 17, 2008
trademark of an authentic writer
So, in true stereotypical cliche style, I am staying up late and writing on my laptop, eating my amazing deceptively delicious pb&j muffins and milk past an hour that any food should be consumed, kept company only by my trusty (and by trusty i mean whiny-high-maintenence) feline companion (who, by the way, is curled up very close to me, all snuggly.... until i just glanced over to see her licking her butt. Dear God, why can't i have a normal cat??). And how's THAT for the longest sentence ever?
I'm writing a spot for some sidework. I should've had it done today, but the past couple weeks at work have been maddeningly busy. The lady I write for said giving the copy to her tomorrow morning is fine, but "make it good!" So, um, no pressure. And the topic is something i know very little about (foreclosure investing). I think i have an idea on how to make it work, but i'm feeling quite insecure in my copywriting skills at the moment. Then again, maybe it's the current time of 12:41am talking.
So why am I even wasting precious time on a blog entry? I guess i'm hoping that stream-of-consciousness writing will get the amazing creative juices flowing. So my brain is half on this and half on the spot-in-progress.
Very cool thing about today: We have a couple seminary students from Africa who attend our church. One of them just brought his wife and young daughter over from Kenya (I'm assuming due to the fact that it's safer here and who wants to be separated from their family by such a great distance?). I met them today... the little girl is a beautiful three-year-old who doesn't really know English. Her mother, however, is fluent and shared things about Africa with the kids tonight. She talked about how bad things are and i think a lot of it was over their heads, but i'm sure whatever they picked up is good for them to be aware of. She said she'd teach us an African song and dance, too. Really, she's quite nice and i'm looking forward to getting to know her. She said she'd teach me a few simple phrases so I can communicate with her daughter. But the reality of what's going on in Africa is so much more... sharp? Intense? REAL? It's hard to explain, but when you look in the eyes of two people as they tell you they were held at gunpoint while being robbed of their possessions- and praising God that it wasn't as horrific as it could be..... and when one of those people hasn't even been on earth for a full four years yet..... Holy cow, we live like kings here in America.
Now my mind really isn't on foreclosure investing. Hehe, it's on how whiny we are that the economy is so bad and life is so hard right now. I mean, there are legitimate concerns... but at the same time, we, as a nation, could live a lot simpler and still be so wealthy in comparison to the rest of the world. I'm not trying to induce guilt.... but just think for a second.... how can you simplify your life and somehow do something to help someone else? Drive less and donate the money you save to an organization? Clean out your closet and only keep the clothes you actually wear- and give the rest to Salvation Army or a homeless shelter? Skip going to the movies for a month, and use that money to buy peanut butter, jelly, and bread- the take sandwiches to the homeless in your city? Small, doable things that would add up immensely if everyone actually did them.....
Ok, soapbox aside. I've got to write this spot and sleep- or i won't be able to keep up with tomorrow.
I'm writing a spot for some sidework. I should've had it done today, but the past couple weeks at work have been maddeningly busy. The lady I write for said giving the copy to her tomorrow morning is fine, but "make it good!" So, um, no pressure. And the topic is something i know very little about (foreclosure investing). I think i have an idea on how to make it work, but i'm feeling quite insecure in my copywriting skills at the moment. Then again, maybe it's the current time of 12:41am talking.
So why am I even wasting precious time on a blog entry? I guess i'm hoping that stream-of-consciousness writing will get the amazing creative juices flowing. So my brain is half on this and half on the spot-in-progress.
Very cool thing about today: We have a couple seminary students from Africa who attend our church. One of them just brought his wife and young daughter over from Kenya (I'm assuming due to the fact that it's safer here and who wants to be separated from their family by such a great distance?). I met them today... the little girl is a beautiful three-year-old who doesn't really know English. Her mother, however, is fluent and shared things about Africa with the kids tonight. She talked about how bad things are and i think a lot of it was over their heads, but i'm sure whatever they picked up is good for them to be aware of. She said she'd teach us an African song and dance, too. Really, she's quite nice and i'm looking forward to getting to know her. She said she'd teach me a few simple phrases so I can communicate with her daughter. But the reality of what's going on in Africa is so much more... sharp? Intense? REAL? It's hard to explain, but when you look in the eyes of two people as they tell you they were held at gunpoint while being robbed of their possessions- and praising God that it wasn't as horrific as it could be..... and when one of those people hasn't even been on earth for a full four years yet..... Holy cow, we live like kings here in America.
Now my mind really isn't on foreclosure investing. Hehe, it's on how whiny we are that the economy is so bad and life is so hard right now. I mean, there are legitimate concerns... but at the same time, we, as a nation, could live a lot simpler and still be so wealthy in comparison to the rest of the world. I'm not trying to induce guilt.... but just think for a second.... how can you simplify your life and somehow do something to help someone else? Drive less and donate the money you save to an organization? Clean out your closet and only keep the clothes you actually wear- and give the rest to Salvation Army or a homeless shelter? Skip going to the movies for a month, and use that money to buy peanut butter, jelly, and bread- the take sandwiches to the homeless in your city? Small, doable things that would add up immensely if everyone actually did them.....
Ok, soapbox aside. I've got to write this spot and sleep- or i won't be able to keep up with tomorrow.
April 11, 2008
tire swing
I took the Polaroid down in my room
I'm pretty sure you have a new girlfriend
It's not as if I don't like you
It just makes me sad whenever I see it
Welcome to my musically inspired blog entry. I really did mean to do a project where I created my own soundtrack- fifteen songs that would play in the background if my life were a movie. I think everyone should try it and I am dying to see what anyone else would come up with. Could it be an art project in the making? But i haven't had the time to mess with it yet. So this entry is brought to you by "Tire Swing" by Kimya Dawson.
'cause I like to be gone most of the time
And you like to be home most of the time
If I stay in one place I lose my mind
I'm a pretty impossible lady to be with
So yesterday was crazy at work.... in the morning, a seemingly-normal lady came in but slowly became agitated, irrational, and, well, crazy. We had to call security and everything. Soon after that, a crazy guy came in with prophesy when a co-worker was covering my desk. Oh, how I love working in this business.
Joey never met a bike that he didn't wanna ride
And I never met a Toby that I didn't like
Scotty liked all of the books that I recommended
Even if he didn't I wouldn't be offended
The Office was new last night, for the first time since the writers' strike! In my world, that was cause for a holiday. I was happy and amused for a beautiful half hour. Thursdays are back to happiness again. Hehe, this also means that I will not be making plans on Thursdays until summer hiatus. (lame, i know. But i love me some Office!)
I had a dream that had to drive to Madison
To deliver a painting for some silly reason
I took a wrong turn and ended up in Michigan
So my car recently broke down and now has a brand new fuel pump. It seems to be running well, thankfully. I had to cancel a trip to Seattle to visit my sister in order to pay for it. I'm really bummed, but can't help but wonder if it's not for the best with the current airline industry mess. So I'm going to be living on tightwad mode for awhile, as I pay back the credit card bill and cope with rising gas prices. What's a girl gotta do to get a break?
Paul Baribeau took me to the giant tire swing
Gave me a push and he started singing
I sang along while I was swinging
The sound of our voices made us forget everything
That had ever hurt our feelings
One good thing about the car issue... I had some unexpected free time. I got my guitar out for a little bit and realized how much I missed it. I dream of a life I can structure around creating and writing and playing and singing and painting and directing and learning more about film and production and radio and such. Damn student loans. Hmm. Can i write a song with that title?
Joey never met a bike that he didn't wanna ride
And I never met a Toby that I didn't like
Scotty liked all of the books that I recommended
Even if he didn't I wouldn't be offended
I want a bike. I want to ride it when I can and decrease my car usage for local things. Then when i move closer to work (like my optimism?), I can strategically use public transportation. I should start looking in the pennysaver for a used bike... Anyone want to be a bike buddy?
Now I'm home for less than twenty-four hours
That's hardly time to take a shower
Hug my family and take your picture off the wall
Check my email write a song and make a few phone calls
Job update: I tried to get a second job as a concierge, but I ran into some issues when scheduling orientation. It seems working sixty hours a week is not as simple as it sounds. My schedule is hectic as it is, but having a second employer to contend with became even more difficult- and I was barely even officially hired yet! So on to the next thing..... How do I fit everything into only 24 hours a day?
Before it's time to leave again
I've got one hand on the steering wheel
One waving out the window
If I'm a spinster for the rest of my life
My arms will keep me warm on cold and lonely nights
I love that it's warming up consistently! And the flowers are blooming more.... yay spring. :) I know it seems weird since it's always warm and there are always flowers here, but it just seems to increase and be beautifully colorful before things dry out for the summer (of course, you know I love summer, too). My goal this year was to go to the beach at least twice a month, but that may be revamped due to gas prices. We'll see. But I miss the water- and it's crazy to live this close to the ocean and not be there more often.
Joey never met a bike that he didn't wanna ride
And I never met a Toby that I didn't like
Scotty liked all of the books that I recommended
Even if he didn't I wouldn't be offended
Some blogs have the option of displaying the book you're reading/music you're hearing/movie you're watching? I always thought that was nifty. I finished the book about being a Hollywood assistant and started a book about dreams by Tommy Barnett. This blog song is found on the Juno soundtrack. And i finally saw "I am Legend".
Now you're up-to-date and I've got to get back to work. I just missed you all. :)
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