Pantine Pro-V

I am taking an on-camera commercial acting class. A lot of the course time is spent watching and critiquing ourselves on film. I am learning a lot. The main lesson I have learned thus far is that I need a haircut.

Beauty School Drop Out

Tomorrow night, a friend from college is having a party. He is wonderful. Part of me would very much like to go. The other part of me would rather die.

Daddy's Girl

attn: Elizabeth Wurtzel: "Sylvia Plath with an ego," while perhaps accurate, is not a compliment*


*better yet: "way less talented Sylvia Plath with an ego"

Dead Soles

Unexpectedly, gold ballet flats were the most practical shoes I owned.

Catch-212

I'm thinking very seriously about leaving New York. I'm not one of those people who is in the throes of a passionate love affair with the city: it's cold and status-conscious and mean; the pace condones, if not encourages, jerkiness; groceries and food and rent and movies seem to cost what they're worth, times two. I hate it here. And yet, there is a problem with every other American metropolis: it's not New York.

Me, Myself, and Mnouchkine

I saw Ariane Mnouchkine's Les Ephemeres at Lincoln Center Armory last week. After four years coerced into singing her endless praises, part of me was hoping for a let down (she's not that great). No luck. It was amazing.

I went alone. It ought to be liberating to go to something so decadent alone; instead, it was profoundly lonely. Still, there's something to be said for being freed from the obligations of companionship: it's nice not to care whether or not it was good for you, too.

Fresh Fruits and Vegetables

Conventional wisdom says that you shouldn't go grocery shopping when you're hungry. A sensible adage that ought to prevent impulse purchasing. However, there is something more dangerous than shopping while hungry: shopping with a craving. This is how, for example, I ended up with a refrigerator stuffed with nothing but fruit. And in the freezer? fruit-flavored Popsicles. I'm hungry.