I am sure that you, my friends, have sussed out that the reason for the lag in posting is due to Extreme Busy and not because I am trapped under something heavy. It's an important distinction to make.

This weekend was just nutty, with rehearsals, a bridal shower, a birthday party, a voice lesson, and extreme catchup with cleaning. All events were on opposite points of the Los Angeles map. I am also trying very hard to be on vocal rest, which makes for many hilarious miscommunications with friends and husbands, especially since I only partially know the sign language alphabet. I tend to negate the whole thing by getting frustrated and yelling "I'M TRYING TO TELL YOU THE RV WAS ON FIRE!! ON FIRE!! GEEZ!!!"

This show, I am finding, is emotionally quite draining for me. It is that exhilarating kind of drain, though, that I haven't felt in years. I am also finding I have an added feature I never did before the whole Mom thing and the whole Being In Love thing: I can cry at the drop of a hat. In the past, I had a very, very hard time squeezing out any kind of real tears, even if I was extremely emotionally involved with a scene. I'm a regular waterworks now. I think there are parts of my interior that I have ready access to that I never have before, and that is the advantage of getting to act when growing older. I also find that now I am open to really communicating with the actors around me in a way I don't think I could before. I can return a gaze without having to look away. I can plumb other people's depths. I WANT to. I want to feel them, to understand them, absorb them. They key is, and I think this can only be achieved by a good sense of humor, is how to keep all of that emotion on the stage and not letting your body absorb any of it as True. It's a highwire act, for sure. I need a lot of time at night to wind down (that is just generally true about me, and it's heightened in this situation. Go INFPs!).

I've watched a lot of movies for inspiration. We watched a crrrrrrazy ass documentary of Tennessee Williams called Tennessee Williams' South that shows our wacky playwright in his later years discussing his work whilst walking around New Orleans in a dreamlike manner. WOWee, is he a hoot. I am wondering now if there are other documentaries out there, like with Arthur Miller or other great playwrights of the 20th century, where they get to comment on their own work. It's quite illuminating (and strange, how hard it is to reconcile one's idea of an author's work with the reality of the author himself).

Speaking of some wacky ass creators, we watched V for Vendetta this weekend, and wow, I really wish...oh, I don't know what I really wish. I wish it had been a bigger hit. I wish people had seen it and said, "yes, I am ready to rise up. I know what that spark of humanity inside of me is worth fighting for." I wish it had meant more to more people, and I wish I wish I wish a lot of things.


Adriana, hang in there, you're doing a fantastic job! I was very excited by what I saw the other night. I am curious to see how the show changes over time as well. See you tonight. David
David Tarlow | 10.10.06 - 11:25 am | #

Oh, honey. Conserve yourself and treat yourself gently. You have so much to give, but keep something in there for you, my friend. And I agree totally on the V for Vendetta tip. My love and strength to you and I cannot wait to see you doing one or two of the things you do best...
tifanie | 10.10.06 - 8:52 pm | #

I love me some David Tarlow. Seriously the nicest producer ever.

And I love me my Tifanie. You keep me sane. Thank you.
a | Homepage | 10.11.06 - 9:31 am | #

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