Happy Chandler playing pinball at Alt. Great place! I've ALWAYS loved fire escapes against brick! And liquor stores! Gorgeous! Great ring graffiti! Beer bottle chillin' in the snow. Damn, I haven't seen flurries like this since ... North Platte? Czech Republic?
My show (and the rest of the FRIGID performances) posted at Horse Trade HQ, 85 E. 4th Avenue in the East Village. Speaks for itself. Under St. Marks, the theater where I was fortunate enough to perform. Many thanks to Erez Ziv, Morgan Tachco, Akia Squitieri, and Justin Sturges -- Horse Trade rules! This picture looks like it was taken in Europe, but really, it was in SoHo. Pickles at Katz's Deli, where the chocolate egg creams are orgasmic. Just ask the waiter.
I'd like to start incorporating some notes on freelancing in this blog.
Right now I'm reading this. It's co-authored by Angela Hoy, who runs Writer's Weekly -- a powerhouse advocate for freelancers.
Sections that have me nodding my head include:
- "Requires an audition." There are way too many potential clients out there who demand work for free in order to "prove" your talents -- when work samples have already been provided. My rule of thumb on this: If I can provide the "audition" work within 5 minutes or less, fine. Otherwise, forget it.
- "Sketchy project." If the client can't explain what they're doing, it's likely that they don't know or that they don't have their act together.
- "No contract." A signed agreement is a must.
Read job ads carefully, guys. It's a clue to what you'll be dealing with should you take this client on. And remember: Interviews are a two-way street. If they feel hinky, don't work with them.
At first, I couldn't figure out if it was he or I who changed. I think it's me -- or, at least, I've been the one who's changed more significantly.
He's a fun guy, a showman, good to knock back beers with. Problem is, he's very self-centered. To the point where he forgets basic information about you, even though he's known you for years. To the point where you can just tell he ain't listening.
The woman he's dating is kick-ass cool, direct and to the point, interested in other people. That pretty much makes one of them.
My solution has been to see far less of him than I normally would. The guy's 40 years old and he's not changing any time soon. It's up to me to adapt -- and since I put more of a premium on reciprocity than I once did, I think our time together will be somewhat limited. Probably the best way to go about it.
There's really something to having been in a place for a decade. There's this guy I've seen at Gaylords for a long time -- with girlfriends, without. Today he's by himself and reading a travel book on France.
Sometimes the Bay Area gets on my butt. Other days I love it.
My parents did it in my mother's parents' Bronx apartment, during a commercial break while watching Love, American Style on tv.
I did it on stage in the East Village.
It was St. Patrick's Day, 2007. I was wrapping up the second-to-last performance of my solo show at the FRIGID New York theater festival. I'd decided to go all Mike Daisey and riff, and what do you know, it worked. I was feeling good and giving the last bits of my spiel, encouraging the audience to go see other shows.
Then I saw Adam get up from the front row and walk toward me. I knew what he was going to do before he went down on one knee.
He said he heard the gasp from the audience. I only saw what was in the box.
"Is that real?" I asked. "Where'd you get it from?"
"Costco," he said. "Now, will you say yes so I can get up?"
I'm starting this as my life moves into ever better territory: I just wrapped up a great week performing my show ANDREA in New York City ... and I got engaged on that same stage. I'm feeling the creative part of what I do start revving -- it's becoming the main driver of my career, and I can't wait to see how it all comes together!
I'm a writer and storyteller in Berkeley, CA. If you're wondering where that is, follow the smell of patchouli and skunkweed. There you'll find me with my kickass husband, gorgeous little boy, and manic Lab-Australian Shepherd mix pups. I'm represented by Miriam Altshuler of DeFiore & Co., but of course, my views are my own.