She Talks to Angels

Reopening of Lean Crust Pizza

box of fries

My husband makes short films with his brother and because I work for free, and am handy, sometimes I get a role.  Most times left on the cutting room floor, I've long since stopped taking it personally but I always take it seriously.  Today I played the lonely, Purgatory angel who's guiding a drunken dead man home.  How fun to act, let go and be free to be someone else.  Also, since I've been into this shedding of the ego concept and living through consciousness (even though I know that sounds so pretentious and smells of patchouli oil), it's hard to ignore that amazing center that we truly are when we can shed our preconceived notions of a set personality and put on another just like a new pair of shoes.  There are difficulties, because of course nothing is that simple otherwise we'd all be living in Nirvana.  You still need to use your mind as a tool to come up with the improv dialogue but have to be careful not to allow it to attach history and beliefs around those thoughts.  Maybe wanting to help, it keeps trying to remind you that you're embarrassed or at times takes over your eyes, blocking your act like a little sister. Acting is such a freeing mental exercise and I wish I would have been into it earlier in life, I probably could have saved myself some headaches.  In the 80's I did have a short stint singing in bands and playing guitar, becoming an alter-ego but she ended up being even dumber than I was and had no conception of boundaries, so I had to ditch her before she got me killed. 

fresh made salad

P tasked me with being enchanting, angelic and curious for the role and of course that is the absolute last thing I probably feel like after these last two months but was excited to get there because that's exactly how I want to be.

A Growler of Köstritzer Schwarzbier

The set up was extensive so I was able to sit in my trailer (bed) and await the craft service which was to be pizza slices from the just partially reopened Lean Crust Pizza later.  And because it was a wrap on this particular scene, P treated himself to a local German take out Growler from Black Forest Brooklyn and I get to keep the cool bottle.