Eyes not afraid

August 31, 2010

For a variety of reasons, eyes have been on my mind lately. 

No, not like that, silly!

I have Asperger’s Syndrome.  As such, eyes are a particular source of struggle for me…  I am both fascinated and repulsed by them.  Not repulsed as in grossed out, but more like two magnets trying to come together at the same pole.  In fact, that’s an apt analogy – because if I meet eyes with someone, generally, I feel compelled to look away; I can’t meet their gaze.  But if the person is looking away, unaware of my gaze, I can occasionally feel unable to *not* stare into their eyes.

I don’t get that way with everyone’s eyes, nor broad categories of eyes, but some particular eyes really captivate me.  Compel me.  It’s something like a deer-in-the-headlights moment.  Can’t.  Look.  Away.  It’s weird.

But eyes – again, the right eyes – are so…  Sexy.  And I don’t mean that in a lurid way.  Let me show you some examples:

And again – I’m not trying to sexualize these images or individuals.  I am making a commentary on the beauty of eyes.  They are the thing I notice most on an individual…

…As long as they aren’t aware of my looking.  :)

And for the record, yes, I can find guys’ eyes compelling also.  Examples are Bret Michaels, Andrew McCarthy, Michael J Fox, and others.  But it’s my blog…  So no pictures of guys.  :)

On Acting

August 20, 2010

I am both an Actor and a Director.  I have tought acting skills in my role as the Director of the Performing Arts Ministry at my church, and continue to take a mentality somewhere between coaching and teaching a great deal of the time that I am directing, depending on the skill level of the talent I’m working with.

I am always impressed when an actor has good instincts – that is, they have an innate sense of what will be effective and appropriate for the character to communicate the desired message(s).  Some degree of this can be tought,  but a great deal of it must come from the actors experiences, expertise, and what they were born with.

Conversely, I am rather put off when an individual considers themselves to be an actor, but seems to have poor instincts and isn’t actively pursuing improving their craft.

I don’t care how good you are – you can (and should) always pursue improvement in anything you are passionate about.  And if you aren’t passionate about it, you probably shouldn’t continue to do it.

Further, I am simply frustrated and generally angry at someone who considers themselves to be an actor but can’t take direction.  By this I mean – you’ve just performed a scene, and the director says something like “OK, good.  I just need you to ramp up your anger a lot toward the end there.  Take it over the top for me.”  And the actor nods like they’ve understood, and then performs the scene again – and nothing has changed.  Nothing!  It’s exactly the same.  So the director attempts to clarify, “OK, I didn’t see the anger I’m looking for.  Do you understand what I’m asking you to do?”  The actor nods.  Director, “OK, tell me what I’m asking for.”  Actor, “You want me to be more angry at the end of that scene.”  Director, “Yes, exactly.  She’s just ripped your heart out.  You’ve just realized that you’ve spent the last 5 years building a relationship with someone you thought had reciprocal feelings for you, and it turns out she only appreciated the things you did for her, the things you bought for her.  She used you.  She has no feelings for you whatsoever.  You’ve wasted 5 years of your life and invested all this energy and emotions on absolutely nothing.  So, there’s a part of you that’s sad, that’s heartbroken; there’s a part of you that’s shocked; there’s a part of you that’s bewildered; there’s a part of you that feels like you’ve just been hit by a bus; but most of all, you’re angry.  And all of these emotions get wrapped up and vented in anger towards this callous bitch.  Do you understand?”  Actor, “Yes, completely, thank you.”  So the actor does the scene again, and OH MY GOD!!!  Nothing changes!  This so offends my sensibilities that I want to shoot the person between the eyes.  Get off my stage, get out of my life, get out of this profession, and go deliver pizzas for a living, you have absolutely NO future in this business.

On the other extreme, and the one which lately I have had the extreme pleasure of working with a small handful of these actors, are those that take their craft seriously, work at it, and are genuinely good.  They have great instincts, they think through the details of every choice they make – their physicality, their vocality, and their timing; they provide repeatable performances, with excellent believable choices, and when you give them direction, they take it; and they leave the rest of their choices intact, only changing what you’ve asked them to change.  They understand the difference between stage acting and film acting.  They support their fellow actors.  And even when they are working with someone who is not at the same level as them, or who is not giving them everything they should in terms of a performance to play off of, the actor still responds as if they are, and gives a great performance regardless.  The actor who, on their worst day, when they just don’t have the proper motivation, drive, energy, enthusiasm, sleep, emotional state, etc. to be at their best - when they “phone in” a performance – is still amazing and fantastic.

However, all of that being said, my experience as both an actor and as a director has changed me.  It has altered my perception in ways that can never be undone.  This is both good and bad.

I find myself constantly wearing my actor’s hat in daily life, observing emotional reactions, physical choices, timing of various messages and how they are effective or ineffective.  I am constantly noticing new facial expressions, subtle quirks of someone’s personality, etc., and storing that information for potential future use.

I also find myself watching movies, TV shows, and stage-plays differently.  I am no longer able, unless it’s the 2nd, 3rd, or 4th viewing of something, to actually “watch the show” – to fully enjoy the story and the plot – without focusing on the acting, the choices, the continuity, the framing of the shot, the lighting, the sound, the background, the music, the editing, etc.  But mostly I focus on details.  Subtle communication, expressions, continuity errors. 

TiVo has, of course, allowed me to take this to the extreme.  And I drive my kids crazy.  I’m constantly pausing, rewinding, saying “Did you notice that?  Watch.”  I’m the type of OCD idiot that notices how a persons’ shirt is buttoned in one scene and changes as the cut to a different angle in the same scene.

All of this also affects my ability to respond to what should be simple questions, like “What’s your favorite movie?” (or top 3, or whatever.)  My response: “Based on what criteria?  Based on story?  Effects?  Acting?”

I’m not much of a fan of Adam Sandler’s typical  juvenile humor and the movies borne out of that.  But I really enjoyed Spanglish, because I found there to be some excellent acting, some amazing non-verbal communications.  I really really liked this.

I also enjoyed the “Hush” episode of Buffy (don’t be hating.)  According to Wikipedia, “After reading critical response to the series that praised the dialogue as the most successful aspect of the show, [Joss] Whedon set out to write an episode almost completely devoid of speech. Only about 17 minutes of dialogue is presented in the entire 44 minutes of ‘Hush.’”  Regardless of your take on the acting skills within the series, this episode stands out and is a study on non-verbal communication.

The final episode last season of “Gray’s Anatomy” was absolutely breathtaking for me in terms of the acting.  I cannot remember a single aspect of that episode that didn’t succeed to an amazing degree to capture the emotions and intent of each character.  I could watch it over and over and over.

Many different teachers have many different takes on what the acting experience is all about, and what the “job” of an actor is.  I believe that acting is about effective communication.  Yes, thinking goes into it.  Yes, believing factors in.  Yes, experience has an impact.  As do many other factors…  But in the end, it doesn’t matter what you’re thinking – no-one can tell what you’re thinking.  Likewise for believing.  And no-one knows what experiences you’ve had, or how they’ve shaped you.  No-one knows if this performance draws on specific experiences you’ve had, or if you’ve been able to incorporate third-party experiences into your performance.  What matters in the end is what the audience can experience from your performance.  What do they see?  What do they hear?  How are they moved emotionally?

As an actor, you are performing for exactly one reason – to communicate.  If you are not there to communicate something, you are wasting your time and everyone else’s involved.  The same is true if you are not succeeding in your attempt to communicate.

I don’t mean to suggest that every actor has to nail it every time.  That’s ridiculous and unrealistic.  But you have to want to, to try to, to work to.  There’s a difference between trying but failing, and not trying.

And the best two pieces of advice I would give to every actor are:

1) Watch other actors.  Primarily good actors, but also bad actors.  It’s all about learning.  A great friend quotes C. Hope Clark as saying “if you do not have the need to read, you don’t have the right to write.”  The point being that, generalized to any creative work, you must by constantly learning how to improve your craft by watching those who are both better and worse than you to learn what you can do better and what not to do.

2) Watch yourself.  Record yourself, and then go back and review it.  Run through a performance in front of a mirror.  Scrutinize your performance.  Ask yourself, “Did I achieve what I intended to achieve?  And was it as effective in my performance as it was in my mind?”  And then decide what to do with the answers to those questions.  I cannot tell you how often I’ve made a choice  for a specific facial expression, or gesture, or stance, etc., and then when watching it back realized it didn’t come across as I intended.  The facial expression wasn’t realized the way I pictured it in my mind, or my body language didn’t match my intentions, or something.

Enjoy your craft.  Enjoy watching other people performing.  Study.  Scrutinize.  Learn.  Improve.  Care.

And above all, please, actors – Leave the drama on the stage.  Trust me…  The world needs (and wants) no more divas.

If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it

August 19, 2010

This is a well worn axiom, and it basically means to leave well enough alone…  If there’s not a problem with something, don’t screw with it; you’re likely to introduce problems if you do.

I feel strongly that this is the case with Candy.  Perhaps I should generalize it to snacks in general.

Take, for example, the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup.  By far, my favorite candy (judging based on number consumed in my life).  It has, in my opinion, the perfect ratio of peanut butter to chocolate, the perfect ratio of sweet to salty, and the perfect size.  Then Hershey goes and makes the Minitaure Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup (too small, bad ratio), and the Big Cup (too big, bad ratio), and the White Chocolate Peanut Butter Cup (simply crap), and on and on and on.  But the bottom line is – you can’t improve on the original.  So all the others, to me, are anathema.

Next, I submit the hailed Oreo cookie.  Simple, yet awesome.  Again a perfect balance, this time it is of cookie to cream, of size to substance.  The right flavors, the right amounts.  But then they go and introduce the Golden Oreo (wrong flavors), the Double Stuff (bad ratio), and on and on and on.  Again, however, you can’t improve on the original.  And the colored/flavored seasonal varieties are all crap.  I don’t care if they taste the same or not, they’re wrong and anathema.  There ought to be a law.

Pick your snack – any snack, I’ll bet you have the same issue with it.  The first one was the right one and it was perfect.  Send all the other varieties to  purgatory.

I’m sure there must be a market for all of them, but these people that purchase the varieties are self-evidently defective genetic mutations and should not be encouraged by providing them snacks in the first place.

Now, there are the occasional exceptions – but in my world, these are actually new products in themselves and not variations of existing products.

Consider the White Fudge-covered seasonal Oreo.  These are incredible and need to become non-seasonal.  Now, you may ask why the White Fudge-covered Oreo is so wonderful when the White-Fudge Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup is pure crap?  Because it’s my blog, and I make the rules.  You have been warned.  Moving on.

Consider also, the Dark Chocolate Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup.  I mean, COME ON!!!  Dark Chocolate.  ‘Nuff said.

And as my final piece of evidence, I submit to you Hershey’s Zero Bar.  Quite possibly, the perfect candy bar.  My favorite, judging on taste and personal satisfaction to be derived from the experience.  The Zero Bar is to Candy what the word “Foliage” is to speech - Perfect, pleasing to the tongue, and an experience to be savored and repeated often.

Note that there is exactly ONE Zero Bar.  There are no additional varieties – ZERO.  That’s because they got it right the first time.  It’s not broken, so there’s no need to fix it.

I rest my case.  Now go eat a Zero Bar.  You know you want to.

And Yes, Hershey’s, I will gladly accept a lifetime supply of free Zero Bars in appreciation for my kind words.  Please contact me for shipping information.

The foibles of Flirting

August 19, 2010

Without going in to detail or naming names, I recently have had a number of “flirt” related situations perpetrated both by me and to me that have caused me to become introspective about the nature of the flirt and the responses to the behavior.

First, let me clarify and define what I mean by “flirting”.  Dictionary.com defines Flirt as “act amorously without serious intentions.”  The Oxford Dictionary defines it as “experiment with or show a superficial interest in (an idea, activity, or movement) without committing oneself to it seriously.”

For me, I tend to think that flirting often occurs both with and without intent.  It certainly occurs as playful banter between people, perhaps intended as “good clean fun,” but I believe it occurs regularly as ”probing” type of behavior - that is, it is performed to obtain a response.  The flirter can then make a decision based on the response – does it appear that this person is open to my advance, or does that door appear closed?

I have come to realize that I pass such interactions (someone flirting with me) through 3 possible filters:
1) I consider the person attractive and am open to the possibilities, and so I welcome the “filrty” interaction and encourage it with similar behavior of my own.
2) The person is a friend and it’s understood that any “flirty” behavior is just in good fun, and not taken seriously or offensively, and so neither of us feels like we have to have our guard up.
3) I do not consider the person attractive or am not open to the possibilities, and so I want to find a way to discourage the flirty behavior, or at least certainly not encourage it, for fear I may be sending wrong signals or building their hopes.
 
I find that for my side, the line between 1 and 2 can often become blurred – I may be being flirty in good fun, but would also be open to the possibilities.  I suppose this reflects my perspective of it as a probing type of behavior.
 
Unfortunately, if I fear that someone flirting with me is genuinely interested and probing to see how I feel, that colors my view of everything she says…  They may be, at any given moment, engaging in normal “friendly” behavior, but I am now on the defensive because they’ve flirted with me before; so I am now cautious and not responding in a normal, friendly manner because I don’t want to risk sending the wrong signals.

This is where I often just have no idea whether I just struggle with these kinds of situations because of my Asperger’s, or whether this type of struggle is typical for people.

“Data, there are times that I envy you.”

New Coping Mechanism…

July 29, 2010

For those of you that don’t know me (or that don’t know me *well*), you might not know that I have Asperger’s Syndrome, and many OCD tendencies.

One way in which the OCD has manifested itself is that when I get a container of some type of mixed food products – such as M&M’s or Chex Mix, I have to separate or sort the contents. M&M’s get separated by color; Chex Mix or similar must get separated into the component ingredients – all the pretzels together, the toast pieces, the Chex, the peanuts, and so on.

This is never much more than a nuisance, and a source of amusement to others, and sometimes even to myself.

However, lately some of these symptoms seem to be loosening their hold on me.

And today, I discovered a way around the M&M sorting issue… If the M&M’s are in an opaque container, such as one of the bags they often come in, and I am able to release a single M&M or possibly two at a time, there is nothing to sort, and thus, no issue.

Just to round out the picture, the normal process for me is to dump them all on a containing surface (such as a paper plate), sort them by color, and then consume them in order from lowest quantity per color group to highest quantity per color group. There is no preference for the order of the color in a tie of quantity. Nonetheless, green are my favorite. I know they all taste the same, but green is more pleasing to me than all the others.

The tar

January 4, 2010

It’s like being a smoker for years
and my lungs have been covered in tar
and I’ve had a persistent cough, an irritant.
It seemed a mild nuisance at first,
but then grew more severe, more violent
whenever I’d laugh, or enjoy a moment,
when I’d dare to breath deeply,
to take in all that an aroma had to offer.
It would choke me,
suppress me,
kill the moment,
cloud the joy,
overwhelm the senses,
so there was nothing there but the cough.
And then I quit smoking.
I’d had enough.
The pleasure was far exceeded by the pain.
I couldn’t force myself to endure it one more day.
Cold turkey.
Done.
Never again would I subject myself to that… Drug.
But the cough persisted.
The shortness of breath.
The choking.
The black stickiness that seemed to want to supress every motion, every breath.
But I knew I had made the right decision,
and that time alone would repair the damage.
Slowly, ever so slowly,
the smoke is clearing,
my eyes see things with greater clarity,
my ears hear things they’ve longed to hear, but were denied,
my skin tingles with new life,
my tongue tastes new sweetness, and sourness, and bitterness,
my nose even smells things that have been long hidden.
It is as though the tar covered every inch of me, both inside and out, deadening every sense.
As it clears, I come alive anew.
And I look at the world in wonder, as a child.
Have I been here before?
Was there a time when the tar did not cover me?
Was there a time when I thrived, unhindered and uninhibited?
I’m certain there must have been.
A lifetime ago.
A distant memory.
Faded.
Yellowed.
Permanently ruined.
Yet, rather than ache over the past
I try, desperately, to let go,
to be patient,
to let the pink overtake the black.
To breath freely.
Deeply.
Without the constant fear of coughing.
Of aching.
Of being forced to stop because of the tar.
Though I did not feel the slow, insistent, pervasive tar
as it covered me slowly, patiently, completely;
I now feel it receed.
I now feel it as it claws desperately to retain ground.
It’s practically screaming out
“Don’t let me go. You need me.”
Yeah, I need you like a cancer.
Oh, wait.
It will take time to clear out completely.
I know that.
And there will be some effects of it that will likely never go away.
But I don’t care.
Because I stopped it.
I stopped it from killing me.
I stopped it from smothering me so completely that there was nothing left of me, only the tar.
I stopped it.
I stopped it.
It can still try to choke me.
It can still desperately cling to whatever vestiges remain.
But I am victorious.
I am victorious.
Slowly, but absolutely…
I am getting new life.
I can breath.
And it feels
amazing.

The myth

December 6, 2009

I have seen it.
I guess I had come to believe it wasn’t real; that it was a myth.
I once thought I had seen it, and spent most of my life pursuing it, only to discover it was a mirage; a vapor in the wind.
But then… Just when I had become disillusioned. When I was ready to give up the dream; I saw it.
It is real, and it is beautiful.
And the remarkable thing is that I was no longer hunting it. I had practically abandoned all hope that it even existed.
Then, it found me.
Not that it was looking for me either. But find me it did. Casually. Just walked right by me.
And in an instant, it was as though the world fell away. We had found each other.
Is it real? Another mirage? A hallucination, perhaps. Or just my imagination, wanting to believe the myth.
Time will tell. Perhaps I am still looking. Perhaps it doesn’t really exist. Perhaps my eyes or my mind is playing tricks on me; perhaps I just want so deeply to believe, that I am again seeing shapes of familiar objects in the clouds when, really, they’re just clouds.
All I know is that, tonight… I saw the unicorn.

You know you’re a geek when…

April 9, 2009

I came across this stuff this morning, and felt a strong urge to buy it…  And instantly felt this wave of “wow.   Oh what a geek I am.”

A badge I wear proudly.  :)

 

 

Home Doormat

Enter Doormat

Stay Doormat

Come In/Go Away Doormat

American Idol 2009

March 21, 2009

I’m ready to call it for this season…  My top picks for American Idol.

First, let me say it is shaping up to be an incredible season.  Lot’s of truly amazing talent.

And now, in order my picks for top 4, starting at the top.

Adam Lambert

Adam Lambert

 

Danny Gokey

Danny Gokey

Megan Joy Corkrey

Megan Joy Corkrey

Allison Iraheta

Allison Iraheta

Now…  Let me clarify that this is what I predict the outcome to be, not necessarily what I want it to be.  Although I guess the two are not far off.  I think Allison is better than #4, but I don’t think she’ll get the votes she needs…

And although she’s already been eliminated, I really dig

 

Jackie Tohn

Jackie Tohn

 

I also must say that I think that Nick Mitchell (aka Norman Gentle) has a great career ahead of him as an entertainer, possibly on a sitcom…  But not as a radio star.  Oh, he can sing, and well…  But I don’t see that as his nitch.  He’s funny.  And great to watch perform.  But I don’t see myself buying his album.
Nick Mitchell

Nick Mitchell

I also don’t think we’ve seen the last of Stevie Wright… She has a bright career ahead too…
Stevie Wright

Stevie Wright

I just pray with all my heart that we have seen the last of
Tatiana Nicole Del Toro

Tatiana Nicole Del Toro

 

‘Nuff said.

Aaron Sorkin makes me feel.

September 28, 2006

OK, that may or may not make sense.

And I admit to being a latecomer to the party.  I resisted West Wing for a while, then fell in love.  Didn’t know Aaron from Jack.  Didn’t care.  Sure, thoroughly enjoyed The American President.  A Few Good Men was great.  But West Wing…  Oh, West Wing.  And then, in the blink of an eye, it was gone.

Then came Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip.

Now I must confess that I have always had political aspirations.  In fact, I intend to run for President of the United States one day.  And I always assumed that there was some synergy, something about West Wing that struck a visceral harmonic with me, resonating in my soul, causing feelings to rise within me that I was out of touch with.  It was, without a doubt, the highlight of my life every hour I got to spend being touched in deep and mysterious ways by a man I’ve never met.  OK, that sounds really, really wrong.  But I think hope you get my drift.

Then came Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip.

And it’s back.  That feeling.  It’s back.  I can’t describe it – an overwhelming sense of joy, of elation, of identification, of passion, of that perfection that I seek as an actor, as a writer, as a director.  It’s all there.  I laugh, I cry, I get goose bumps, I get lumps in my throat, I sit forward in anticipation, I sit back in exhausted triumph.

There are many shows (probably too many, but thank GOD for TiVo) that I really enjoy (Numb3rs, CSI, CSI Miami, CSI NYSmith, Criminal Minds.)  There are even a few shows I truly look forward to with eager anticipation (House, NCIS, Justice is intriguing me, Standoff, Ghost Whisperer [Yeah, it's mostly about JLH, but I enjoy the show, what can I say?])

But there have only been three shows that have stood out in recent memory as feeling somehow different.  That I’m being transported.  That I might actually lose a part of me if it goes away.  They are West Wing, Buffy The Vampire Slayer (Hey, say what you want, but it deserves this honor), and now Studio 60.

I don’t know what magic Aaron Sorkin has.  I don’t know how much of it is the writing and how much of it is the acting…  Though I’d wager that both play a HUGE part.  But it is truly magic.  Transcending.

Aaron, I honor you.  I esteem you.  I think I love you.  You bring me joy every week, and I can’t get enough.  If there ever were the right alignment of circumstances and providence, I’d love to work for you.  In the meantime, I will take solace in the vicarious thrills you bring me.  I just ask one favor…  Please…  Don’t ever stop.


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