Friday, March 30, 2012

COURAGE

"Now I'm not scared
of a song
or the states,
or the stages.
I'm not scared.
I've got friends,
took my call,
came courageous.
Now I feel like I am home."


 Holy shit this song is incredible.  What an amazing point to be at in your life.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Don't read this. Just go eat that entire cake.

Okay.  So there's this thing, maybe not all people have it but I think a lot of people do, where the best possible way of getting you to do something is by saying not to do it.

Here's an example:
"Danielle, tie your shoes."
"No man, whatever, it's fine. Oh look! Swings!"
**Danielle runs towards swingset, trips on shoelaces, and permanently scars both knees.**

Or maybe:
"Danielle, don't eat that entire cake.  You're gonna get sick."
"Psht!  I love cake. I'll be fine."


It's not like I don't normally tie my shoes, or like I always eat lots of cake.  It's the presence of the warning that invites me to do it.  I should also admit that this is not something I did a while ago and like, outgrew.  These examples are recent.  Ummmm..shutup. Don't judge. 

Anyway, here is my conundrum of the day.  I wish that taking care of your body (being healthy, eating healthy food, excercising) didn't feel so damn good.  It makes it much less fun to follow my natural urge to misbehave.  As soon as the little angel on my shoulder says, "Danielle, you're going to work out more and eat better.  You'll feel great!" The little sonuvabitch on the other shoulder says, "It's a rule! Break it!  It will be so fun! Hooray mischeif!"

Again, cut to the scene from Matilda.  But I'll be damned if an hour later, or a day later, or a week later, I don't feel like shit!  But then when I listen to the little angel, I almost always feel better.  Stupid angel.  Anyway, for future inspiration to be good to your body, please feel free to reference this blog. 

Women who Rock: Gaga Part 2

Gaga, you've done it again.  And Tony, of course. 

Thursday, March 22, 2012

I'LL BE BACK.

Last night, I was sitting in my apartment after final dress rehearsal for One Dancing (<<shameless self-promotion) with a cup o’ tea and a book, and in mid-sentence I stopped in my tracks and stared at a point on my wall for a solid two minutes.
Earlier in the day I was taking breaks at work to empty my soul-writhing-frustration by writing stream-of-consciousness-rants in between hours of data entry while staring out at a steely-gray-icy-rainy-day and daydreaming about being in sunny Los Angeles doing nothing but acting and training for the next three years.  I yearned for August 27th and the sunshine and University of Southern California.
But then that night, staring dumbfounded at my wall in my cozy apartment, I had the overwhelming realization that I am moving away from Portland in a few months, and I don’t know when I’ll be back.  And it kind of broke my heart.  I fucking love this city.  I love the people, I love the culture, I love the mindset, I love the consciousness, I love the connection with the countryside and the earth and the food and the outdoors, I love the beer, I love the coffee, I love the forward thinking.  For all its little quirks and the little ways that Portland nurtures its residents throughout the 9 months/year of rain, For all of the countercultures and counter-countercultures and small ways that Portland resists the tide of American foibles, For all its hypocrisies and contradictions and passions and hipsterdoms.  I fucking love this city. 
Don't get me wrong, I am STOKED to start grad school and I've known in my gut for a long time that I've got to go get more acting training, go to a different city, yada yada yada.  I am also head over heels in love with the program I'm about to start at USC.  But I've spent the last 5 years of my life here and I only get a few more months of Portland lovin'!!
So after the initial panic I started making a list of things I’ve gotta do before I leave.  Here are a few:
·         See all my Portland homies
·         Ride my bike more
·         Read all the books on my bookshelf and then buy more at Powell’s
·         Enjoy the forests/trees/Forest Park/The Gorge
·         See lots of Portland art
And now, dear friends, I open it up to you!  What are some quintessential Portland things I MUST do before leaving this city?? (Besides you know, the obvious things that all of your out-of-town friends make you do when they first come here.)
Oh.  And mark my words.  I’LL BE BACK.**

**Bonus points if you heard Schwarzenegger’s voice in your head when you read that. Extra bonus points if you saw a little video of his voice coming out of my mouth. 

Friday, March 2, 2012

Controversial things. From 2005.


Aight.  So I haven’t gotten political in a while…and I’m feeling the urge.  I recently watched “Why We Fight,” a documentary which won the Grand Jury Prize at the Sundance Film Festival in 2005.   It somehow was gifted into my small DVD collection like four moves ago when it was abandoned by a former housemate, and after surviving so many moves I finally decided to watch it. It's kind of out of date now, but actually not really. 

The film was inspired by President Eisenhower’s farewell address in 1961.  Featuring commentary by John McCain, Gore Vidal, Richard Perle, and some seriously high-up former Pentagon and CIA officials, it examines the relationship between the primary forces that move the American (and consequently world) economy and the forces which influence us to go to war.  It is with surprising frankness that people like McCain admit that Eisenhower’s 1961 warning about a military-industrial complex growing to run the economy and the government has come alarming true.  Read as >> A small class of movers and shakers run an economy and government based on oil and war, the ultimate recipe for limitless consumption and therefore limitless profit.  Genius.  

My favorite moment of the film is a Cheney moment.  So Cheney has inextricable and complex ties to Halliburton, right? He used to run the company but claims that when he became VP he cut all ties and never spoke, dreamt, or thought of it again.  And Halliburton is an “oilfield services” company that dabbles in arms and all kinds of lucrative wartime industries.  So my favorite moment is when John McCain says point blank that if there is evidence that Cheney acted inappropriately in the whole Halliburton mess, there ought to be a full scale public investigation.  Immediately after he says this, his office phone rings and there is a bit of confusion as his assistant comes in, interrupting the documentary interview, to say that Vice President Cheney is on the phone.  OH SNAP! Cheney has a sixth sense for when he’s getting exposed… Ewww grrrooooossssss.  

Anyway, here is an example of some of the history that the film talks about, as retold by myself with no Wikipedia cheating and plenty of personal commentary along the way.  So enjoy the unerring exactness of my knowledge, and go rent the movie. It’s only like 90 minutes. 

In 1953 the Prime Minister of Iran gets pissed that Great Britain is ripping him off on oil.  Great Britain comes to the US with this annoying problem, so Prez Eisenhower declares Prime Minister Mosadegh a Communist (woo Cold War!) and sets the CIA to overthrowing him.   After Mosadegh is gone, this douchebag Shah takes over and creates an awful oppressive regime which Iran tries within 20 years to overthrow cause it sucks so much.  The leader of the Iranian revolution, Ayatollah Khomeini**, absolutely HATES the United States, and is pretty vocal about this, saying some pretty violent things.  I mean, he might be pissed because it was our involvement that put the douchebag Shah in charge, just sayin’.  Anyway, the US then props up Saddam Hussein over in Iraq, who begins a war with Iran, and eventually we need to directly supply him with weapons so that he’ll win.  Yay Iraq! Good job Saddam!  But then in 1990 Saddam invades Kuwait, which freaks us out because now it looks like he might invade Saudi Arabia.  And Saudi Arabia is where there is the #1 most oil in all of the world.  We then send troops to Saudi Arabia to defend it against Iraq, which incidentally ends up pissing off a guy named Osama bin Laden.  Okay so now it is the early 2000s and we get worried about losing Iraq too (which has the #2 most oil in the world, incidentally), since we are now fighting Iraq in Saudi Arabia  so the government starts to prep the American public to get behind an overthrow of Saddam Hussein.  Ultimately, we end up fabricating the war in Iraq as retaliation to 9/11, dropping bombs on people who had nothing to do with that awful attack.  In the process we create a blanket “War on Terror” which acts as a convenient  license to drop bombs on anyone whom we can claim doesn’t like us, or who doesn’t have our best interest in mind.  Which at this point is like, a lot of people. 

Ah, the tangled webs we weave. 


**I totally Wikipedia-cheated to figure out how to spell his name.  Sorry ‘bout it.