"Sleepers" excerpt by Walt Whitman

The homeward bound and the outward bound,
The beautiful lost swimmer, the ennuye, the onanist,
the female that loves unrequited, the money-maker,
The actor and actress, those through with their parts
and those waiting to commence,
...
The great already known and the great any time after
to-day,

I swear they are averaged now–one is no better than
the other,
The night and sleep have liken’d them and restored
them.

I swear they are all beautiful,
Every one that sleeps is beautiful, every thing in the
dim light is beautiful,
The wildest and bloodiest is over, and all is peace.

This week I filmed featured roles in "On the Minds of People" with Chocolate Lab Productions, and "Unhappy in It's Own Way" starring Kuei Ya-lei and Al Brown.

On the spur of the moment, like most good permanent decisions, I dyed my hair a purple tint this week! Check it out! Thoughts?

This weekend was productive. I feel like when it's colder out, I actually do more, although my first reaction would be to hide indoors with my comforter and cat.
I checked out the Tim Burton exhibit at MOMA with the GaRam, and we also had a very nice italian dinner with some actor friends, at a restaurant near my apartment. I filmed a short film on saturday, and the last scene of my horror film on sunday! I worked on homework as well, designing some books, and thesis, since finals are this and next week, and have work at school tomorrow all day.

Just saw this online- someone called me a "wistful young girl"!

wanna hear me play piano?

For an audition, as a character named Cindy, I was asked to show off some of ole piano skills from my opera singin days...

Just finished watching "The Age of Innocence" and really loved it!

NARRATOR
He had heard her name often enough during the year and a half
since they had lastmet. He was even familiar with the main
incidents of her life. But he heard allthese accounts with
detachment, as if listening to reminiscences of someone longdead.
But the past had come again into the present, as in those newly
discoveredcaverns in Tuscany, where children had lit bunches of
straw and seen old imagesstaring from the wall. 

[Archer walks down the path and sees the pier and house in front
of him. He sees a woman with her back to the shore, leaning
against a rail. He stops, unable to go on. It's Ellen. She looks
out to sea, at the bay furrowed with yachts and sailboats and
fishing craft. He does not move. Ellen does not turn. A sailboat
glides through the channel between Lime Rock lighthouse and the
shore]

NARRATOR
He gave himself a single chance. She must turn before the
sailboat crosses the LimeRock light. Then he would go to her. 

[He looks to the boat. It glides out on the receding tide between
the lighthouse and the shore. He watches as the boat passes the
lighthouse. He looks at Ellen, she has not turned. Archer walks
away]

Happy Thanksgiving!

I couldn't sleep tonight, so I explored some of the stuff on this computer and sang some ole hymns to my cat! you can hear her growl a bit in the background lol
PS the audio's a little low, being an experiment, so turn up the volume!