Woke up extra crabby today, and all I wanted to do was roll over under the covers and watch my stories. But instead I drove in an hour of traffic to overly perky Santa Monica and answered phones in my best Barbie voice all day. It’s okay though, because Henri makes everything better.
“Immortalized on the wall. Forgotten on the floor.” Too poignant.
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Happy Father’s Day everybody, don’t forget to call dear old Dad today! I know I said I’d post my dad’s version of this story today, but it would appear that in my last hard drive upgrade a few things got displaced. It’s ok, it’s not lost, I’m trying not to freak out. Deep breaths.
But I was thinking about what to write for this post, and I think there’s something way more important to talk about (as much as I love that story). Father’s Day is all about giving thanks for everything your dad has given you, for the lessons he imparted, the playhouses he built, and for always being your rollercoaster partner (Dad: to this day, whenever someone coerces me into getting on a rollercoaster I think in my head “WOOOOOOOO DOGGIES!!!!”).
So I’ve been thinking about all the things I owe to my dad, which is a lot, but one really important thing comes to mind. All of my ideas about creativity, about producing artistic work, making a living in a creative field, I learned from him. Of all the icons and stars who have encouraged me to pursue acting, of all the great wordsmiths and authors that have shown me the wonderful worlds you can create with words, no one has ever inspired me like my dad. Maybe an editor of TV commercials doesn’t sound much like an artist to you, but I’ve watched him tell a story in 30 seconds just from bits and pieces of scrap, and I’ve listened to him talk about his work, and I can only hope to be that passionate, that intelligent about my craft, that subtle with my hand. With that in mind, I’d like to share a few excerpts from the interviews I do have. Here, my dad talks about the earliest outlets for his creative expression:
Dropped The Boy off at the airport last night and I’m feeling pretty blue today. Going back to hot yoga for the first time in 6 months (!) so maybe that will cheer me up. Or make me cry, cause you know… that happens sometimes. This Lemony Snicket quote is perking my spirits a bit, so I thought I might share it with all of you. I think I was waaaaaay too young to truly understand the humor of A Series of Unfortunate Events when I was a kid, so I’ve been thinking about going back and re-reading the whole series as an adult. Anyhoo, enjoy your Thursday folks, and I hope you love someone this much, too.
Um…. WOW. Also:
That’s all I have to say about THAT. Oh, and if you’re not watching this stuff in HD, who do you think you’re kidding? All videos courtesy of Louie Schwartzberg.
This is making me feel awesome today, because honestly… I have no idea what I’m doing. And I love it.
First seen here.
Heart-stopping photos of the indescribably lovely Wisteria Tunnel at Kawachi Fuji Gardens in Kitakyushu, Japan. So magical and I bet it smells so good in there. It would be a perfect place for a picnic. Sigh…
Photo cred unknown, first seen here.
Check out this hilarious story of a “legal” bank robbery, this would be so perfect for a screenplay.
I’m so excited to do this post because it features my absolute favorite spot in Providence, the RISD Nature Lab.The Nature Lab is an awesome combination of lending library and natural history museum, it features thousands specimens from taxidermied animals, plant life, bugs, bones, and even a few live specimens. A RISD faculty member founded the lab in 1937 to serve as a resource for students to pull art inspiration from the natural world. The Boy and I took a trip over there the other day, and here are some samples of our combined photographic efforts.
Since I moved to Providence, most mornings I wake to the dulcet sounds of an angle grinder. My new roommate Paul, of rocking chair fame, has a big thing for wood. Yes, I know that’s not very original and yes, I am giggling. I’m sure you think I’ve been waiting awhile to say that, but I assure you it just came to me. Paul’s new piece is made of walnut, and it’s drop dead gorgeous.