so sue me

What's the point of having a blog if you can't reveal your inner most self. I'll finally admit what I do when I'm supposed to be exercising and writing. I do this:

and see things like this:



and play a little of this:

and look for sexy pictures of this guy:

and maybe some of this:



I think telling you in pictures is so much more effective. Don't you agree?

day 7 - week in review

I think I'm going to have to add another condition to my 6 week goal program... that I have to keep up with my blog writing. It's hard to be motivated an on top of things when I'm constantly tired. It's like I have chronic fatigue, but I really don't.

I had an early evening last night. Got home about 6pm. Made dinner. Then preceded to watch Michael Collins and pass out half way through it. Not because it was a snoozer of a movie. I slept forever. I woke up around 6:30 this morning and felt really refreshed. I never get up that early, and I also never feel like I sleep well.

As for day 7's goal activities: 30 minutes of yoga and 45 minutes of researching and organizing. There's this one play that I'm trying to write that I keep coming back to and I'm constantly looking for documentation because it will be a historical drama. Fun.

As for the review part, I feel that I shouldn't try to make excuses. I didn't reach my goals everyday. And I need to be more vigilant about it for the future. So don't ya'll give me any grief about it!

day 5 & day 6

Besides a half an hour of yoga each day, I suck in the personal-goal-achievement department. My excuse...the cabaret. Friday I had a refresher rehearsal and Saturday we had our final (?) show.

After the show, I went out to dinner with some of the cast and some friends last night and ended up at a bar in midtown where Dori and I danced most of the night. I had so much fun. It reminded me of my dancing days in my former life. Every weekend I would go out w/ my girlfriends and dance until the early hours. So I can add at least 1 hour of dancing to my exercise list for yesterday. So, there. In your face exercise list!

day 4

30 minutes of at home yoga. I did my first 4 sun salutations with great ease. Kiss my butt yoga instructors!

90 minutes of walking. I met up with Irene and we went scouting around Central Park for a location for our, what we are now naming, "Graduation Party/Kick Off to Summer Picnic." We got soooooo much exercise that we felt we deserved our really fatty bacon and cheese topped grilled chicken sandwich and vanilla sundae topped with chocolate sauce and whipped cream. Yum.

I didn't get any writing done, but I did get to talk to Irene about a scene I'm working on and I got some great ideas. Oh, reminder to me....I need to type those out before I go to bed tonight.

I think I'm a bit of a bad influence on Irene. This is the second evening I took her to a comfort food place (this time it was Jackson Hole and last time it was Chat n Chew) and I have diverted her from her studious following of Living Well by Montel Williams. I love the poetry of that title. Irene, if you're reading this, go eat a piece of fruit! But please not anything red.

day 3 - the day after

30 minutes of exercise.

30 minutes of writing.

90 minutes of laughing over witty sexualized box office talk with Isaac.

Using up all of my funny dialogue for the day on banter rather than the scene I'm working on... priceless.

I did go on a sorta date with my other last night. It's been awhile since we've gone out. It was nice. So, I think that it was okay that I didn't get in a full hour of either exercise or writing. It was for a good cause.

day 2

I really didn't fair any better than yesterday.

35 minutes of lightweight exercise. Mainly stretching and sit ups. Can I add walking up and down stairs and walking to Food Emporium and back to work to this? If so, then 45 minutes.

20 minutes of actual writing, but 2 hours of daydreaming about who would be my dream cast if I staged an evening of some of the short plays I have written.

Tonight, I meet with the LaurenJ and her husband and Ms. MNS for a drink in Union Square. It was really nice to fiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaalllllllly meet up with them. It seems like a hundred years since I last saw the gang. When Lauren and Zach come out to play it only means one thing in my book... beer garden and cookouts. Which are two things, but one statement, SO it counts as one thing, alright! I can't wait until my semester ends and the season at the theater ends cause that will mean that I'll get at least Sundays off and that means I'll be able to enjoy the weather and my friends and my free time and damn this is an unnecessarily long run on sentence.

So, as a conclusion, though today wasn't a goal fulfilling day it was still a good day none-the-less.

supersnack this!

What do the numbers in this picture represent?



a) the combined age of all of the people in the picture?
b) the average amount of minutes in a week they individually think about sex?
c) the number of squirrels they bagged in the park that day?
d) the amount of money they raised last year for AIDS Walk NY?

The short answer is d, possibly b, but defiantly d.

The group in the picture are collectively known as Team SuperSnack. They are, according to member and my friend Lauren J, a "fully-awesome fund-raising machine." Doesn't that sound cool? Well, they are. And they're a non-profit 501 (c)3 to boot! Sexy.

SuperSnack is having a benefit concert happening on May 16th for their walk on May 18th. 100% of the concert's proceeds will go to AIDS Walk NY. The concert features The Mountain Goats, John Oliver form the Daily Show, Rock Plaza Central, and more special guests are TBA. Location is at the Brooklyn Masonic Temple in Fort Greene. If you are interested in attending the concert, participating in the walk, or donating dinero for a good cause, check out www.supersnack.org or e-mail supersnack.org@gmail.com.

day 1

1 hour 35 minutes of vinyasa.

1 new scene written for a short play.

30 seconds of tears.

I have a new instructor for yoga on Monday nights because my former one left 2 weeks ago. I gave the new teacher the benefit, until I couldn't keep up with the repeated savasanas that were going at lighting speed. She would go through 5 instructions in what seemed like 10 seconds and I could barely keep up. At one point I gave up and tears welled up in my eyes. Then I got mad and determined, and I kept going. Then I lost my balance.

The writing is going well, however.

I challenge me, myself and I

Susan Lori-Parks wrote a single play every day for 365 days. Morgan Spurlock ate fast food every day for 30 days to raise awareness about American obesity. The Barenaked Ladies sang, "it's been one week since you look at me" (hell, I needed something). What can I accomplish in 6 weeks?

Here is my mini-manifesto...Everyday, for the next 6 weeks, I'll be documenting my progress in two areas of my life that I will work on: my exercise routine and my theatre work. Everyday I will workout/exercise for at least, but not limited to, one hour. Everyday I will work on something theatre related such as, but not limited to, writing, researching, auditioning, production, etc. Everyday I will record my day's events by posting on this blog. Everyday I will be one step closer to realizing my dreams and improving my quality of life.

It's sorta Bridget Jones' Diary meets Supersize Me: but without the ciggies and the big macs.

I'm afflicted with the prolific

So far, things seem optimistic in the creativity department today. I saw a great show the other day (God's Ear), and I loves me some downtown absurdist theatre. I'm finally writing another short play, which I may or may not talk about. Jessica and I are contemplating putting her cabaret in another venue in the next month or so, after we deal with some housekeeping issues. We are also considering putting together an evening of short one scene plays so we can work with a few actors from school that we think are awesome and underrated and before they graduate. I'm doing dramaturgical research on a play that I want Jessica to direct and I think would make a great movement piece. And my head is full of other ideas of theatre pieces I would like to make a reality.

My creative juices are like alcohol in the bloodstream, and I am 6 time over the legal limit today.