Trekkies were very serious about the uniform… https://twitter.com/startrek/status/456253723371532288
we need more “things” like this. joy. forget the negativity, the bs, the worries, all of it. it’s this.
ps - a friend of mine told me this week it’s not about finding, “the one”, it’s about finding your golden girls.
It’s supposed to hurt, that’s how you know it meant something.
—Peter and the Starcatcher (via fyeahbroadway)
I’ve just realized every single female encounter I’ve had in the last year or two (friends included, except for one — yup, only one) is obsessed/fascinated with image. It possesses them. I get it, I admit I do my part to look pretty and look nice and drive myself crazy with eating healthy and making it to cardio barre or going on that long hike.
But enough is enough.
I’ve been trying to engage myself in more conversations that aren’t gossip or industry related. Oh, and listening is part of conversation. It is more beautiful than responding with incessant nodding or, “right”, or looking in a mirror or checking your phone or staring at someone in a manner that only means you’re judging them.
Are women considered beautiful anymore? Or do we just rant about this stuff in blogs and the like. (drops the mic, grabs a donut) Peace.
i really miss playing my acoustic.
throwback video- Blackcoat Duo @ “at the tavern” (inTraffik radio show, Feb 2012).
it’s awful to catch yourself binging on your competition’s reels and resumes.
unless i’m in a theater, it has become challenging to watch a movie without looking at instagram or twitter or a text. then, because of all the binge watching, i end up not just following a storyline but overanalyzing the acting. the wardrobe. the directing, the angles, the number of takes. and asking out loud numerous times, “ugh, how did they land this role?”
and then, i come across movies like THE INTOUCHABLES and i’m so [what’s the word!?] that i needed to blog. hot damn it’s been a while since a film has brought me such joy. and no it’s not bc i had red wine. and i wasn’t in a theater. and i didn’t even watch it on a tv. just me, my laptop, and the tears & LOL laughter that come with joy.
it’s that tickle that artists get.