Divine Secrets

Sending love to my Nook Girls who don't necessarily know they're in my prayers as often as they are.  And who won't necessarily stumble upon this post anytime in the near future.  But who never fail to be the ones that know the song in my heart and sing it back to me when I have forgotten it, which, chorus girl that I am when all's said and done, is pretty poignant. 

http://www.thehouseofhendrix.com/2013/07/16/35-things-i-want-my-daughter-to-know-about-girlfriends/

All 8 of us will be in 1 place for the first time in 4 years 3 months from tomorrow. 

Doesn't get much better than that!

The time is 12:45AM

I still haven't figured out how to write that in military time... 0045 I guess?  How do you say that?, I wonder.

Also, remember when before we all had cell phones that automatically updated us with the time of day regardless of where we are in the world, you used to be able to dial N-E-S-T-L-E-S, which was 637-8537 to get the time told to you by a pre-recorded operator?  I don't think you even needed to dial an area code.  And I definitely don't think I realized I even remembered that you could do that until just now, when I decided to title this post with "the time is..."

In any case - I'm writing because I'm up.  I went to bed two hours ago, after a VERY productive Saturday.  It's actually my first uneventful Saturday of the Summer as I've otherwise had to travel, or attend a function, or perform, or partake in some sort of celebration every other Saturday for the past 8 weeks, so simply having no obligations has been significant in and of itself.  Naturally I had to find a use for this freeby though...couldn't just "futz around" as my roommate declared he was doing this morning when he emerged from his room sometime between 11am and noon.

So I set myself a writing goal for the weekend, and I'm right on schedule, which is always a treat, but as I prefer writing earlier in the day to late at night, I thought I'd turn in around 10:45pm and get a good night's sleep.  I'm 2/3 of the way through the writing I wanted to finish over the course of these two days, so I should have no trouble wrapping things up tomorrow between a work out and mass. 

But first I've gotta go count sheep.

Or somethin.

I'm a "soon as my head hits the pillow" sort of sleeper, so I never quite know how to respond to insomnia.  It graces me with its presence maybe once a year.

I thought perhaps a blog post as a palette cleanser might help in this case.  So thanks in retrospect for bearing the brunt of my burden by reading this, y'all.

And here's hoping you've had not trouble sleeping as of late.

Loud & Clear: how/why TED Talks fall on this girl's deaf ears

I want to be inspired by TED Talks SOOOO BAD.  I have tried to watch tons of them.  James Cameron's, that guy from Pixar's, Elizabeth Gilbert's - these people are dreamers and doers.  They're TOTALLY speaking my language.

Case in point, I just found this quote in a book I was reading and felt so strongly for it I was inspired to add it to the About Me section of my facebook page:

"All men dream: but not equally...the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act out their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible." -T.E. Lawrence

James Cameron, that guy from Pixar, Elizabeth Gilbert - heck even good old Sheryl Sandberg - these guys and girls are dreamers of the day if I've ever encountered any.  And this one, I just gave a watch/listen to earlier today:



I'll be damned if I didn't want her words to really soak in as I watched it since it's hailed as one of the 15 TED Talks that will totally change your life according to this compilation: http://mashable.com/2013/07/08/ted-talks-change-your-life/#lead-image

BUT

I'm not sure if it's always been a thing or if it's just in the seven years since I've been a serious student, but I cannot retain information I receive auditorially (why is that not a word, btw???).  I'm just 100% officially whatever the opposite is of an auditory learner.

Give me a 10 page transcript of one of these 20 minute lectures any day and I'll take the words to heart.  But listening to them I'm like a little kid distracted by Dora the Explorer playing on the TV when her parents are telling her to put her toys away.

Peacing Out

Not from the Blogosphere - fear not.

But this is on the subject of.  Inspired by this article: 'Don't Say Goodbye' by, Seth Stevenson about Ghosting aka the Irish Goodbye.

A guy I trysted with ever so briefly last Summer introduced me to the term, concept and practice of this sort of departure from a scene, when he texted to apologize one Sunday morning for pulling an Irish Exit from the bar the night before.  (Stay classy, Boston.  Have I mentioned I'm smitten with a Southerner at the moment?  Pretty sure once you go gentleman, you never go back, but more on that another time).

Anyway, I gotta say, while I was unimpressed by the antic last Summer, I'm pretty partial to the way it's portrayed in this article.  Amen to hello's being so much more fun than goodbyes in general, and so long as you're upfront about your intention to go AWOL (ala the Northern Irish Goodbye described in the article), why not skip the silly skulk up to and away from the host?

Just mosey on.  Think to yourself:



but hit the road, Jack.

From the vault

I probably should delete more emails than I do (currently I don't delete any), but I just love how gmail's like this rich correspondence capsule, so once in a while I archive stuff I'd prefer out of sight out of mind, but more often than not I just leave it all in my inbox.  And then once in a while, a search for something turns up a completely unrelated hidden gem.

Like this morning for instance, I was searching the terms bosslady and brooklyn trying to find an old resume of an aspiring actress/stylist my bosslady had wanted me to put in touch with my bff and his brother.

I didn't find that girl's contact info, but I did find this amazing snippet of an email from my grandma midge:

From: Grandma Midge
Date: Oct 2, 2007 7:19 PM
Subject: RE: Kitchen Date
To: Me

Hi Danielle...

I am glad that you had a great trip to NY.
 
Did I ever tell you that it was my deepest wish to become an actress? Jimmie Dean was my idol and when he died I was inconsolable.  I was going to go to NY after high school graduation and try to get into the Actor's Studio (Elia Kazan).  My mother and father were having a fit!   I was all set to try out for the part of St. Joan in Joan of Arc.  They were making a new film of it and touring the country for a new actress.  In the middle of it all I started dating Grandpa and when they came to Boston to do the auditions I was thinking of marriage instead and the rest is history - as they say.

Jean Seberg was picked for the part.  She was from the Midwest.  I always believed I would have been a much better Joan of Arc than she was??!!   She made a few more films that did not get much attention and then she went to France and did some films there.  She later commiitted suicide, which was so sad.  She was so young.  There you go – a piece of our history.

Love you,

Grandma


*********************I mean, does it get any better than that?

Okay serious question

Who should I write for here?

Obviously, I've mostly been writing for myself to date, and maybe a handful of friends, and 20 acquaintances or admirers or anomalies who happen upon a particular post.

But should I try to gain traction?  Pick up the pace?  Extend my reach? 

We have a social media marketing guru at the Agency and she's been making serious moves on our behalf.  Should I make similar moves on my own?  Do people read / follow blogs fo' real?

Can I find a way to merge with the positive online community for women that is Hello Giggles?

I think this is me putting it out in the universe, that it's time to start talking to more listeners.  I want an audience like these guys had.

So that happened

I perform now weekly on Tuesday nights at the Magnet Theatre with this sassy brood:

And it's a hoot, let me tell ya.  Because we host the musical improv mixer, which means, week in and week out we get a wide variety of audience members who are there to partake in the performance and jonesin' for a few minutes of fear inducing and confidence boosting stage time spent coming up with scenework, song lyrics, and choreography on the spot alongside my teammates and yours truly.

It's fun also because I think having a bio page on The Magnet site is helping me gain twitter followers every once in a while when someone stumbles upon this little Hi My Name Is.

It's WEIRD, because it's definitely the most public role I've played since moving to the Big Apple, and so now there are people out there who effectively "know of me."

ie: this dude who was standing at the corner in the theatre between the stage and where the bathroom line had stretched to this past Tuesday night and starting talking to me as I approached said line asking what my name was.  And who proceeded, when I told him, to then tell me that there is a very realistic obituary written about me (as a prank, he assumed?) somewhere on this world wide web of ours.  and, he went on, he thought that I was who I was, and had told himself if he ran into me he would definitely tell me about this post-mordem write-up he'd stumbled upon and cross-referenced with my bio page on The Magnet site... presumably post - googling me???

I don't know.  The guy sort of bounced abruptly after bearing this news.  And a teammate of mine was in front of me in line, had heard the whole thing, and was quick to do a google search there and then which did not turn up much other than the classic xenadrine pics, twitter page and website-in-progress that I've got myself, but he assured me, that had definitely been an uber-weird encounter of the wacky and wonky kind.

So that happened.

And I can't find the prank obituary the guy's talking about, nor do I much want to search around for it beyond a simple googling of my name and the word obituary, cause uhhh, that's all freaking strange and morbid, but I thought I'd share.

The adventure continues!