Those artists, songs, films, poetry, what have you-- that will after years randomly impassion and excite me all over again. Erik Satie, I'm looking at you. I believe Gymnopédie No. 1 is pretty much contantly playing in my head, and has been for the past ten years or more-- but I never, never, ever get tired of it. It always brings me a sense of ( Read more... )

It has recently come to my attention that I am under-read when it comes to poetry. I studied Robert Frost's My November Guest for an audition last week and then followed it with a tentative foray into Emily Dickinson, rediscovery of Octavio Paz, and oh my stars ee cummings. And it's a wonderful sort of fulfilling, really. But I haven't the ( Read more... )

Got home from a call back a little bit ago-- it went well, I think. Maybe more on that later. In the meantime...

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I have a date.

*b.

IT IS SNOWING.

heee.

*b. 

I get words stuck in my head sometimes like a song, and today's was absolution.

I woke up with a sense of quietude, a sense of reconciliation, a sense of the absurd because in cold fact I had overslept, it was only a dream, and we've always been good with one another anyhow-- just disconnected by the years, by our separate ambitions and ( Read more... )

Because it's a tidbit I find significantly worth the sharing: Jeff and I are engaged.

No date is set-- likely it'll be in a year or two. The only (mostly) sure things at present are that it will be held in San Diego, my dress will be green instead of white, and if I drink any more champagne, I will have bubbles coming out of my ears.

And I swear I' ( Read more... )

Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly
Then, heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

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Snow!

Cowboys! (ha-- I'm on the teevee. They paid me to play dress up and goof off)

...and today, I have a hat with a GIANT BOW.

All is right in the world.

*b.

!!!

SLATING: hold a piece of paper, give your name, the role you're in for, and your agency.

MY SLATE: Briana Ledford. Uhm. Uhhh. Uhm. Heh. I am Person Number One-- or Two? Uhhh. Er. Heheh. Hm. Ah. Ah. Actorzinagshun. Yeah. Thassaone. Hm.

SLATING IS ESTABLISHING ITSELF AS MY PERSONAL FUCKING NEMESIS. How does a person fail at reciting basic information? ( Read more... )