The Curly Diaries

I recently had an encounter with a woman sales clerk - gosh for the life of me I cannot remember where, somewhere like a bodega, or a gas station convenience store - and the woman, who was otherwise gruff in our small exchange (what was I buying?  twizzlers for the road trip I took with my co-worker a week or so ago? beats me...) cheered up some just before I walked away from the transaction.

"You know who you remind me of?" she asked.

"Who?" I replied.

"That girl from the Carrie Diaries - have you seen that new show?"

And I replied that I had not, but thanked her for saying so because that girl was easily 10 years my junior, and she said, "yeah the curly hair.  So cute."  Which was so sweet of her.

Anyway - I am working on a sketch show.  I don't want to say begrudgingly but rather hesitantly as I have not studied this form of comedy yet and I'm wary of trying things I don't feel like I've got at least a minimal mastery of, but I am working on it none the less and decided to hammer out two sketches today before my musical improv show this evening, and moved from my desk to my bed to write and realized I've got 




















by my bedside for two reasons: first because I'm going to watch the show start to finish, it's just a matter of picking a day to start that process.  And second because my inspiration for the year is Carrie Bradshaw.  Curly blonde convinced she can go the distance, with her sassy bob and her wit and whatnot.

I am pretty sure the sketches I wrote both suck.  Perhaps even more than this blog post does, but I'll tell you what, I'm proud I made myself write them.  Because I read Amy Poehler's tips for making it in show business in Entertainment Weekly's "Women Who Run TV" feature a few hours ago on the precor machine at the gym, and one of them was more or less to just keep writing even if some of what you write at first is bad. 

And check out what EW on line did:

Pretty fun / funny right?  Love this idea of Amy Poehler having a theoretical vision board, cause she is on my actual one.

WriterNaugs out.

What's neat about having sisters in college

is that they're re-introducing me to stuff I read and concepts I studied 8 to 10 years ago.

Anyone else remember this: "Grow Up? Not So fast" article in TIME that came out in 2005, written by Lev Grossman?

I had actually studied Emerging Adulthood in a class by the same name with a protege of Jeffrey Arnett's as part of my Human Development courseload.  It was the only time (other than when I was performing there in the Disney Love Songs review my CFF directed) that I set foot in Higgins, the Bio building wherein my roomie-cousin logged countless undergrad hours. 

I loved learning about the hot topic of Emerging Adults, especially when I was about to become one, and I enjoyed re-reading this article with the prospective of having muddled through the years it addresses and feeling about ready to leave this limbo (in another couple or so).  The tidbits that resonate with me the most today as I read through this tale of twixters in my now late-twenties are:

"Hedonistic nomads, the twixters may seem, but there's a serious core of idealism in them."  

To which I say, brava bambina sorella, for calling out my nomadic tendencies at all of 15 or however old you were when you labeled them, years in advance of coming across this article and upon impending 20s of your own, and too, my father's name for Hedonism in our generation is "The Pippin Complex," and too, I am serious about nothing if it is not my idealism.  So no doubt I would have proudly labeled myself a twixter upon first read and I still think of myself as one now...

"Marrying late also means that twixters tend to have more sexual partners than previous generations. The situation is analogous to their promiscuous job-hopping behavior - like Goldilocks, they want to find the one that's just right - but it can give them a cynical, promiscuous vibe too. " 

This speaks to the issues I have here in the blogosphere, interestingly enough, I wish I could just write from the perspective of a hopeful, positive, lady-like Goldilocks-type in the city, but alas I often get swashbuckled into storytelling with a cynical side and presuming promiscuity will produce more interesting posts.

Finally, love the point that,

 "if those who are 30 and older want the rest of the world to grow up, they'll have to show the twixters that it's worth their while. 'I went to a Poster Children concert, and there were 40-year-olds still rocking,' says Jennie Jiang. 'It gave me hope.'" 

To which I say, thank GOD for Judd Apatow:

Honestly, Leslie Mann, in all of her amazing-ness, keeps me trucking toward my 30s and beyond :)

Two Three One Three??!?!

How can it already be 2/3/13?

Holy moly. 

Here are some things of note:

1.  I have officially run out of the head shots I had printed at Reproductions all those many moons ago when I first had my session with Ronnie Nelson, Headshot Photographer to the stars / Ruby Foos waiter to the tourists.  So now it's really time to book a sesh, which I will most likely do in March with this dude: www.dpheadshots.com

2.  I have convinced myself that a 401 class has yet to present itself on the UCB Training Center message board to date because the universe wants me to wait and pay for it with part of my tax return when I receive it in the next few weeks.  And in the meantime while most of the country is super amped aboot football this weekend, I have a supersized dose of musical improv I'm in the middle of: a show and a town hall meeting at the Magnet last night, a class 6:30 - 9:30 tonight, and a practice group tomorrow.

3.  I have exercised immense control and refrained from tweeting or blogging about my most recent mis-match, but where at this point, after two weeks I think it's safe to assume we're out of the googling-me window with this one, I want to caution that a bad sign for date four was that I couldn't wait to go to bed that night at home alone so I could wake up and weigh myself in the morning because I was fairly confident I had lost two pounds that week.

4.  I had dinner for my sorellina's 21st in Boston last Wednesday and an older cousin actually said to me, "how 'bout if instead of going to California, you get married."  And he was dead serious about the suggestion.

And my poor parents saw how that fueled my fire and were speechless.  And we all literally had to just let the comment lie there for a minute.  Until I responded finally, with a thoughtful, considerate, appreciative and genuine, "nah."