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Anecdotal Ode to Analog-ness

In addition to June 13th being my birthday (as well as the birthday of W.B. Yeats, James Clerk Maxwell) the day also marked the first day of post-analog TV.

I recalled how much I used to love pressing those buttons on the back of the old Sony TV that turned the screen to snow when I was a kid.  Even Brooklyn, in the early 00s, I was still using a tinfoil antennae to tune in Charlie Rose.  Something so wonderful about being able to reduce the snow on the screen by crumpling the tin foil on the end of an antenna made me feel so, involved w/ the process.
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Photo by, Arnold Chao

So, back to the evening of June 13th.  My birthday and the first day of post-analog TV. Dan and my friends Jill, Ryan and me acknowledged the passing of the analog television era over dinner and red wine which then dissolved into a game of Balderdash.  We drank more red wine and ate Jill’s amazingly, amazing carrot cake—she’d made it from scratch just fer m’ birthday.

Before the game began, Jill’s husband, Ryan –who repairs high-end watches for a living– looked over an old pocket watch my mom had given me a couple weeks ago.  Mom had insisted the watch was a ‘piece of junk’ when she offered it to me cause I liked it.  Ryan opened the back.  The gears were decoratively engraved and, according to Ryan,  number of “jewels” that pinned the gears indicated revealed it was of more value than my mom (who’d purchased it at a thrift store in Massachusetts because the brand, Waltham, beared the same name as the school she first taught at.  Ryan speculated the watch was made around 1910; then offered to try and fix it up for me, get it working again.  “If you’d said it was a precious family heirloom” he told me, “I’d have had no interest.  It was fact that mom had inaccurately deemed it a piece of junk,” he went on to exaplin that made him want to get it ticking again, bring it back to life.

So in Anecdotal Ode to Digital-ness, I created a series of lyrics, designed to be set to a minimalist score of some sort. Which means, I’ve gotta write another series of lyrics now.  Something that would go w/ a minimalist score, presumably.  Only I’m on deadline now for a couple of other things. So I’ll make this ode an exceptionally minimal ode:

When I was a kid
I was always the one up
on Saturday mornings

And starting 6:30 or 7:00a.m.
I would watch the nature shows
on Saturday Morning
and then after that
I would watch the Superfriends, at 8:00.

And in between
I would walk over to
the back of the television set
so I could press that little red button
the little red button
on the lower left corner
on the back of the television set.

Watching the colors on the screen
While the rest of the world was asleep,
Watching the colors on the screen,
and the pixels keep moving and changing.

Then, I would finally let go of the button
and go back to watching
the nature shows
and the Superfriends

And then back to the little red button
and I would try and figure out
what was the color of the screen
I never knew the color of the screen
I simply never knew the color of the screen.

(Hmm, okay, that was –first of all– longer than I expected it to be. Also, kinda reads more like a poem than a minimalist ode, but, oh well.)

Epilogue:

So I just checked it out and I guess the Charlie Rose-sque snow (described previously) is still there on the digital screen.  Just that an antane would no absoultely nothing for it.  Making the song about discovering the TV screen w/ utterly nil and void, I guess.  Although you could interpret the song as an interpolation of post-digital nostalgia…maybe?

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Anecdotal Ode to Digital-ness


Empathy Politiku now on Huffpo. Thanks to the stellar line of contributors it was, well, stellar.  Even got syndicated at the top of the NYTimes.com Headlines around the web section last Thursday!!  The editors have, since then, archived it on their Blogrunner Souter retrospective page.

Started Tweeting, finally.  Since Politikus are so all-consuming when I work on them I started two Twitter accounts:  @SusannaSpeier (to Tweet and get Tweeted by re everything under the eventually-to-be-exploding Sun) and @Politiku (so individual Politikus can be syndicated as autonomous entities).  Tweets, with their 160 character limit, kinda lend themselves to that, anyway.  Plus, it enables the stuff submitted too late to include on Huffpo to circulate.

Boyfriend and I went to the Apple Store yesterday.  Generous, classy and supportive guy that he is, he wanted to get me an iPhone 3G and help me cover the cost of switching from Verizon to AT&T for my birthday.  Found the applications kinda cumbersome, tho.  Plus, it’s kinda slow.  Decided to wait for the new one to come out —it’ll be over twice as fast— and so he shopping spreed me with a flurry of breezy Gatsby-esque summer attire.

Facebook’s new staking a claim in ones own name land rush thing will be the end of Facebook, according to Douglas Rushkoff (who I met over a post-root canal reading at the Corneila Cafe St. circa 2000). Doug is pyrotechnic-ally brilliant (according to my own observations and also according to Joshua Goldberg) and so consequently I’m gonna hang back, like Doug is, and let whoever want to claim my name, claim my name.  Given the fact
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I’m the only Susanna Speier out there, whoever else might try to claim would do so for the loathsome purpose of selling it back to me at a premium and so, as a result, I wont ever try and steak a claim on a Facebook Vanity plate.

The beginning of the end of my Facebook relationship and I don’t even care.  Well, I sort of don’t.  See, I’m one of those people that thrives on interactions with others.  It energizes me.  Facebook birthday wall wishes were posting in throughout the day…spanning what, I think, was every single era of my life from elementary school on and I found this extraordinary.  Okay, I promised an ode so here goes:
(try and imagine this as though scored by a minimalist composer)

Huffpo, Twitter and the iPhone’s nixed
now, according to Doug Rushkoff,
Facebook self-deep-sixed
due to the failure of their gold rush land grab.

And if this occurs
if Facebook simply poofs and vanishes
due to the failure of their gold rush land grab
or dissipates into ether through the sublimation process
then, oh how I will miss those birthday wall posts.

The utterly unequivocal birthday wall posts.
Those Birthday wall posts.  When someone from each and every era of your life emerges from the digital woodwork in order to wish you happiness.

Birthdays can be scary,
Birthdays can be strange,
Birthday can even be lonely,
Wrought with fear and loss and longing and dissatisfaction,
due to everything you have thus far failed to achieve of obtain.

But when your friends
from each and every era of your life
and time zones all around the globe
and zones south of the equator
where the leaves are turning red and gold,

When your family your former classmates, your colleagues and even your acquaintances all take the time to post a Happy Birthday
then that is a truly Happy Birthday
it is, in fact, the kind of Happy Birthday
that makes me hope that Doug Rushkoff
is wrong about the end of Facebook
or at least, makes me wish that Facebook would
dispense with the vanity domain concept
and go back to the old ways
of random numerically coded domains.

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To Do List’s Everpresence

  1. Watch the Kids in the Hall, “Seven Things to Do”  video sketch on You Tube because my boyfriend emailed it to me yesterday, insisting that I actually watch this one because watching it will change my life.
  2. Update blog with meta-ironic post embedding code at the bottom so curious readers have the option of viewing said life changing You Tube vid.
  3. Update yesterday’s To Do List by adding those one-point-five items to today’s To Do List.
  4. Add five-point-five new items to today’s To Do List.
  5. Make serendipitous bug discovery when trying to update To Do List blog entry, realizing that automatically updating numbered sequential To Do Lists both does and does not work on this particular edition of WordPress.
  6. Wonder whether or not I will have time to report this bug to the WordPress forum.
  7. Decide not report the bug to the WP forum on the grounds that the problem automatically resolved itself soon as I hit “save.” Perhaps I will, at some point, update to the current and considerably less-buggy edition of WordPress but I tried this update twice already and failed because I didn’t know what I was doing and reading the instructions on what to do is not on my current To Do list.

Un-disclaimer: Despite the glib context of this supposedly sage sermon I just delivered, I am actually a firm believer in the necessity of the To Do List. The trick is in making one that is actually doable. There are tactio visual and digital visual types and digital and analog (ie pen and paper) systems to accommodate. My fav analog systems are put out the by Levenger company and fav digital systems are all about my iCal, which I use to manage all these To-Dos day in, day out. I’m also going to use the opportunity to plug my buddy Thomas Huynh’s digital To Do template. Thomas also happens to be the founder of one of my all time favorite websites, Sonshi.com. It is a Sun Tzu strategy website.

During the course of writing this my curiosity got the better of me, I sought out and check out some To Do List sites I discovered:

To Do List Blog - They actually have list slams in SanFran.  I want to be there, like NOW.

Ta Da List – Has an iphone app.  I don’t have an iphone, tho.  Would be interested in learning more if anyone else has tried it out.

Remember the Milk – Another iphone app.  Ditto what I said about the previous one.  And yes I’ll get me an iphone one of these days.

The Online CEO – This one gives me the creeps.  You use points to keep track in effort to ‘motivate’ yourself.  But then you have to motivate yourself to tally up the points.  (At least in my case that’s what would happen)

iGoogle – Of course what would a To Do List, list be without the iGoogle To Do List.  While the tasks I add to my iGoogle list tend to get neglected and ignored, there are others who live by it.  Although I don’t use their To Do List, iGoogle is pretty amazing and I still make regular use of it.  In fact, righteous Blogeratti, Arianna Huffington –whose blog I regularly contribute to– is now one of iGoogle’s newest champions.

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Daylight Savings 2009 makes me miss my atomic clock

A Brief History of Daylight Saving Time -  Not a history geek?  No worries.  You can read my computer geek Daylight Saving Time post, instead.

Daylight Saving Time -or-  Macro vs. Micro:

It’s weird what a big deal I’m making over daylight saving this time round by putting a time twist on the macro perspective is not by choice so much as it is due to the fact that it’s impossible not to obsess over the history which is very much the story of individuals struggling to bring a micro concept to the macro arena where it belongs.

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According to the Franklin Institute:

Benjamin Franklin was the inventor of Daylight Savings Time.  No one had conceptualized the idea prior to Franklin’s 1784 satirical essay on the topic.  It wasn’t until 1907, however that the English builder, William Willett propsed a Daylight Savings Time bill. Neither Franklin’s satirical nor Willett’s sincere efforts to brings this idea came to fruition came about during their lifetimes.

Contentious DST Component Established & Nixed

Daylight Saving Time was established as law in the U.S. by the Act of March 19, 1918 (sometimes called the Standard Time Act).  The primary purpose of the law was to officiate the time zones that the railroads had unofficially been using since 1883.  Although the contentious DST component of that bill was appealed in 1919, the standard time zones remained.

DST Finally Re-established

During World War I, Germany nationally established a DST and other European countries soon followed, including England –where Willet’s idea had been previously ridiculed.  Early into World War II, DST was finally nationally re-established in the United States.

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Love and Loss

My beloved analog atomic clock will take a few days to catch up.  In the meantime, I will feel that significance of time passing and continue to organize and structure my precious writing hours as its large, clunky hands catches up with the change.  The fact that time gets lost during this atomic hickup –which, btw, has something to do with the dialogue it has with its NIST sponsored mothership, causing a few days of confused uncertainty before it sets itself straight, again— appeals to me.

Maximization through ubiquity

I admire the passion and dedication Franklin and Willett had for honoring and maximizing the precious hours of the day at a time when no one took their ideas seriously.  Then the concept, like my atomic clock, finally connected to the mothership and became the new, ubiquitously acknowledged measuring standard.

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Snowshoeing my ancestry by way of the Bering Strait…sort-of

According to the US Snowshoe Association snowshoeing dates back to Central Asia, something like 6,000 years ago
Sounds totally crazy until you think of it in the context of the last ice age and when the ice sheet covering the Northern Coast was only just starting to mild-up and melt away, it makes total sense.

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A couple thousand yeas later, some additional ice meltage and then Mongolian mass migration.  Crossing the Bering strait, land bridge from Russia to Alaska and then pouring into modern day Alaska, Canada, Americas and bringing their snowshoes along with.

My grandmother used to speculate that our line of Ashkenazi Jewish maternal ancestors were once Mongols.
Theory is, that the Koshubas (named changed to Koffer to protect the idiocy of the a-linguistic dufus’ on Ellis Island who decided to change their name) and my Grandmother’s ancestors Mongolian had, over the course of time, migrated to the shetel (Yiddish word used to define a teeny tiny Jewish peasant village where people starved, walked barefoot in the snow cause they couldn’t afford shoes and got beat up by cossacks) from Central Asia, same way the Inuits had.  They didn’t do this by walking across a then, land-bridge, obviously.  The bearers of my maternal line XY chromosomes, however, had nevertheless, according to my immigrant Grandma, been Mongols back in the day.

Okay, so I forget the exact migratory trajectory her speculation followed.  I do, however remember that she found the evidence of our lineage apparent in the way my eyes look when I smile.  So, while I have no idea whether any of this Mongolian migration stuff is true or not, I love the fact that she always stood behind it and that her genealogical conjecture; citing my eyes and smile as evidence of the Genghis in us all.

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Do I concur with my grandma’s stipulation? I’ve no way of knowing whether to believe it or not.  My take, however, is that if the Central Asian nomads –our alleged ancestors– had managed to bring their snowshoes (which were modified stone slabs at the time) all the way across the Bering Strait (ergonomically evolving along the way, evidently, into the snow shoes vastly improved upon snowshoes worn by Inuits and by Native Americans) with snowshoes intact, then surely my own ancestors would had the sense to take them to the continent next door, when they settled into Poland.  And things obviously didn’t go down that way.

With that in mind, how in the world, could these speculative ancestors of mine have gone from nomadic Mongol inventors of the snowshoe, to barefoot while migrating across the cold Ukrainian tundra over the course of time—it just doesn’t makes sense to me.

s00zDanSteamboat1My boyfriend, Dan, (the guy snowshoeing with me in this pic, taken a few weeks ago, just outside of Steamboat Springs, CO) ordered this DNA tracing kit from National Geographic.  It’s part of something called, The Genographic Project.

The Genographic Project

Once it arrives in the mail, you use it to swab your cheek, send the swab in to National Geographic and they run it through the lab and then, a month later send you a detailed breakdown of your ancestral migration.  As in, National Geo will actually trace it down to the common ancestor and I’ll finally be able to find out whether or not my grandma was right about the way, way, back Mongolian lineage of our ancestors.

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Poladroiding With Sun Tzu at The Standard

The following Ten Image Poladroid Series rediscovers the ancient Sun Tzu on a West Hollywood Saturday night at The Standard

It’s a Saturday night and I’ve finally got some a sliver of a moment to hang back and chill out with my new translation of The Art of War.


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I’m reading it and remembering how life changing Sun Tzu was for me when I first discovered The Art of War in 2000.


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But, my friend, Ariane has invited me to the Purple Lounge Party at The Standard. I’m really enjoying the read but at the same time, I want to circulate and consequently I am all conflicted about what to do.

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The lure of The Standard’s acutely self-aware retro decor pulls me in with its tractor beam.

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The change of pulsebeat; the longing to circulate…

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Utter the word “Lush” at the door of the Purple Lounge for free entry.

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I run into a friend who wants to know what I did this evening, prior to The Purple Lounge and I tell him I was reading Sun Tzu.

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He asks what Sun Tzu writes about.  I explain that it is about how to co-exist with conflict in a way that is mindful and balanced.   Then I add, that the most successful war is a war that does not need to be fought.

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Then, several minutes later, a push and a shove.  An argument.  Neither of the two is willing to back down. Throwing my arms around the taller of the two, I twist him out of harms way and he graciously thanks me for the intervention. While my 5’3 height and 105 pound body weight didn’t provide a lot of physical mass to leverage, no one expected me to do what I did.  Thus, the element of surprise.


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Would I try this again under similar circumstances?  Actively involve myself in someone else’s conflict like this? Hard to tell.

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Stranger things have happened to people who’ve read Sun Tzu, I guess.

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The Summer Months

Have you ever been to The Standard? It’s something of a Graceland-esque modernist bar/club/lounge restaurant/hotel West Hollywood romping ground for the swankily dressed and of course I fell totally in love with it. Fell in love with it to the extent that I had to go and check out the other Standard, the Kubrick-esque Standard complete w/ rooftop terrace w/ films projected onto adjacent buildings in Downtown LA, the very next night w/ my friends Cathy and Bob. Real gem of the place, of course, was the Jenny Holzer light emitting diode sign next to the exit in the downstairs lobby. What brought me there the first night, btw was the wrap party for the energy drink that myself and the peops in the photo’d just wrapped. Will loop back to that topic at the end of this blog entry, tho.

Okay, so while Hollywood is supposedly, officially more-or-less hiatus-ing during this oppressive desert season, it’s still a busy time for me. And I love being busy. Busy squared. Busy times a google-plex before the website hijacked the term used to describe a one with a hundred zeroes behind it and re appropriated it causing the literal and considerably more poetic connotation to morph into a mere secondary definition.

Where’d this thread originate from again? Oh, right, summer in the desert land. Heinous weather. Hot and dry and hostile ultra v rays and all. In other words, I would still jump at the chance to get out of town, given the opportunity & resources. Temperatures where I live in Burbank, in fact, been hitting 106 this week, casing my basil and mini roses to wither and the leaves of fikus to turn black all within a few days. My jade, however, (the only actual desert plant I have —the plant that required grow lights in Brooklyn to maintain— continues to thrive.

Writing-wise, I’m waiting for my writing partner, Barney Cohen, to finish his draft of our Cupid and Psyche script. I miss my characters and want them back but am trying to be patient.  Acting-wise, I acted in my first Webisode. It’s part of a series called The Director, created and directed by Michael Weinreich, and the role I played is way-improv-ie and inspired by/configured around a beautiful hand made dress that my sister-in-law brought me back from her trip to Tanzania. Will, of course, post the episode once its available online. Played a small role (also very improv-ie) in Ron Kraus’ short, Amexica, and acted in a couple of student shorts. Also, shot a commercial (the one mentioned in the beginning and then the end of this blog entry) Been doing a lot of background work, which is more-or-less the lowest rung of the totem pole far as acting work goes. You’re rarely actually have the opportunity to ‘act’ during the shoot and often your scenes are blurred and/or cut. Also, the pay is abysmal. At the same time, it’s a way to be on set everyday. When lucky, I can watch parts of the directing process. It enables me to familiarize with various lots and film sets, internalize the rhythm of the production process and, well, being on set feels –more or less– normal for me now. It’s also a way of getting into SAG.

Now, here’s the thing— writing is and always has been my major career focus. The craft of acting (and I do consider acting to be much more craft than art form), however, is something that’s I’ve continued to do, in one capacity or another, throughout my writing career because, well, because I like to do it. And if I wanted to intellectual-ify it, talk about how it augments my senses and sensitivity to the rhythmic subtleties of dialog and the twittering contradictory nuances behind text and subtext in character drives, then I suppose I could talk about that as well. Of how about saying, maybe, that maintaining this skills enables me to breathe more freely in and throughout the creation process, thereby bringing characters to life as I write them. Shakespeare acted, Sam Shepard did as well. Even Suzan-Lori Parks studied Shakespearean acting at a conservatory in London for a year after graduating from Mt. Holyoke because she said that she needed to be able to perform Shakespeare in order to be able to write

Scored my first SAG voucher playing a fire performer on CSI-NY. Other specialties I’ve had have been used for background, such as skating and dancing but neither of those has scored me a voucher yet. Most of the background stuff I do is period because I am petite and there is a really high demand for petites on shows that use vintage costumes because people were smaller way-back-when. Here is a photo of me a the Santa Anita Racetrack which was where we shot Public Enemy, a Michael Mann directed film starring Johnny Depp about a 30s gangsta named John Dillinger. I’m standing next to the Jockey of horse #7 in this pic. The Jockey, Chris Russell, is a regular jockey at the Santa Anita racetrack.

Jockey’s don’t require vintage costumes because, with the exception of padded vests beneath their jackets to protect their chest from horse hoof damage (should they get thrown), what they wear today is more or less the same as what they wore in the 1930s. This was, by far, the most meticulous wardrobe dept I’ve worked with yet. Everything that they put me in, down to the slip beneath the dress, was vintage. Okay, the sport bra they gave me to wear was contemporary but the goal of the sport bra —to flatten my chest— was done for the purpose of obtaining a more 20s 30s look. Several actors were sent back from set to get their hair re parted beneath the hats they wore because the parts weren’t far enough to the side, despite the fact that their parts were mostly covered by hats. Even our pantyhose were authentic w/ seams going up the back. Men were given haircuts and close shaves if they weren’t clean cut enough and bright red nail polish was passed down the line of women waiting in the makeup line. Complaints, of course, were abundant all around. Generally when an environment becomes overly complain-ey I focus my attention on whatever it is I’m reading or find some other way to redirect my focus, energy is so contageous in an environment like that. Besides, I didn’t particularly mind how detail oriented things were, In fact, I found it fascinating. Since I’m the same way when it comes to detail oriented perfectionism.

Went through a phase where I was really had to grapple with my detail oriented perfectionism. Was thinking it was counterproductive, getting me stuck, holding me back. The Doug Petrie, one of the writers for C.S.I. really validated this for me and convinced me that as a writer, you DO have have be “attached” to what you’re doing in order to do a good job. I saw things different, as a direct result of this conversation I had with Doug. He introduced me to directors, prop people and asked me to address that same question to them. Was getting too attached to your work something one needed to be careful of. The overall consensus, of course, was ‘no.’ That even if it meant being a bit on the obsessive side from time to time, getting attached and staying attached to ones projects was necessary up until those projects were completed. Being detail oriented regarding your work was the inevitable result of this sort of attachement. Granted when you’re done w/ a project you’re done. It’s also important to let go in the end but when you’re there, in the creative zone, you gotta fully attached. Okay, so that C.S.I. example, though contextually relevant, was actually a digression from the original trajectory which, was Public Enemy, this Dillinger story. So now, back to 1933. Or at least, back to the set of the 1933 horserace in Florida that Dillinger was betting on. Gangsters as well as legit gamblers are attached and detail oriented, obviously. As was the costume designer, Colleen Atwood, who, I later learned, had won two Oscars. One for Chicago and one for Memoirs of a Geisha. Things were done and redone multiple times. Women who had their hair parted too close to the center were sent back to hair and make-up and told to have their hair entirely redone. Call time was 3:00a.m. and we wrapped at 7:00pm, due to Michael Mann’s detail oriented style of directing. Can’t wait to see the finished product.

Within a week, was back to time traveling. This time, for the show Mad Men. The costumes for MM are equally detail oriented. Was utterly thrilled when Janey Bryant, the Emmy award winning costume designer (of Deadwood fame) brought on the black & white bow-front dress. The paraboloid bulleted bra, I’d initially been fitted in, was quickly swapped for a black corset and the waist and then hourglassed accordingly. In the meantime, Janey’s smartly groomed poodle as she (somehow I’m inclined to call her Lucy—though I’m not 100% sure this was the poodle’s name, I remember it was a girl poodle) wove in and out of these elaborate vintage clothing racks, occasionally trotting over to deposit a chomped up tennis ball at my feet and lick my face before I’d dutifully throw the tennis ball across the room, again.

Here is a picture of me holding my head very still, as instructed to do by the hairdressers who insisted I sit quietly and “try not to move (my) head so much when I talk.” I compliantly took seat and one of the hairdressers re-poofed my boof. It took me two hours of soaking in conditioner in order to be able to finally get a comb thru. Another hour conditioner soak and wash later, it’s not quite spray-free but certainly getting there.  These top-of-their-form hairstylists are all detail oriented perfectionists who get attached to their work, as well.

Okay, so, looping back to this commercial. It was produced for AFI as part of a competition sponsored by the makers of an energy drink. Although we didn’t win the competition, we did make it to the final round. It was wonderful to have the opportunity to collab with this really fun, clever, talented and well-organized posse of AFI peops. After an intense, day long shoot we wrapped and celebrated at The Standard in West Hollywood, which brings me back up to the beginning of this blog entry. And in the final shot, here we are, post wrap, at The Standard again. (See how I looped back just like I said I would?) Michael Gianini, the writer/director of “Use What You’ve Got” is the one behind me in the photo, wearing the sweaty, blue-t-shirt. The buxom blonde next to me is the producer, Ariane Von Kamp. check out the three min “Use What You’ve Got” ad we made and if you like it, please give it a good rating to punch it up in the YouTubeArchy….

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