Month: July 2010

Back from the Big Apple and into real life and blog-land; am slowly catching up on my faves, including this newly discovered one by artist Dana Barbieri. I especially love her ‘art biz mama’ interviews, featuring insights from women juggling life as artists and mothers respectively. This part of her interview with Jen from Bird From A Wire, jumped out at me like a mugger in a dark alley: “…it’s really important to have goals for yourself, for your work, for your life. Crazy, audacious goals. The kind of goals that kind of take your breath away.” I must admit, I’m kinda struggling…

Read the PostOn crazy and audacious goals

I owe you guys a HUGE apology. I meant to blog the entire trip, I swear I did. But I’m afraid that a combination of stupidity (translation = packing the wrong camera cord) and having too much damn fun (translation = having too much damn fun) led to Mission Blogging Incomplete. Hot damn, it was amazing. In summary: 1. First coupla days in NYC. My second night, jet-lagged beyond all belief and yet strangely pumped (the buzz of the city is like Viagra for the soul), I went to perform with the fabulous Chicago City Limits. Spent the next coupla…

Read the PostNew York Trip (or Holy Crapoly, that Went By Faster than I Could Blog It)

Hey my darling dears, Please forgive the complete gap in blogland – my best intentions have been thrown to the New York curbside (which believe me, is cluttered with garbage at the best of times) – but rest assured, it’s all good. I’ve written some blog entries but want to wait a few days til I can pop my photos up with them – sadly, only realised today that I brought with me the wrong damn camera cable! Needless to say, I haven’t been so disappointed since the new SATC film. So anyway, will buy one as soon as I’ve left the…

Read the PostQuickie update from the Improv Masterclass

The moment I saw him, I knew he was my driver. “Why?” you ask. Because, dear reader, he entered the airport’s ground transportation centre in uniform, staggering and swaying like a drunk man possessed by a Shakespearian nymph, and almost falling over as he high-fived the various reluctant desk clerks. Please, I said. Please don’t let him be my driver. Please don’t let him be my driver. But deep inside, I knew there was no way out. He was my driver. And so, he – let’s call him Captain Crazy  (believe me, this is being polite, given that my first…

Read the PostNYC Diaries Episode 1: The Driver

…just here in LAX – don’t know why they haven’t thought about changing that acronym, it either makes me think of lazy people or having to race to the loo. Either way, not really a good thing, is it? Anyhoo, just wanted to say thanks so much for well-wishes, am planning to watch a few movies on the plane, arrive in New York, grab a big slice of NY pizza and head directly to bed without passing go. I’ve learned that lesson the hard way. Saying goodbye to the fam was better than I expected – they seemed a bit…

Read the PostI’m on my way…