Marceau Meowie

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Meet my best, feline friend…

Upon first meeting this tom cat it is best to address him formally as “Your Royal Highness Meowie”…

Sweet Marceau

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funkstration

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I often make up new words and claim them as my own little ingenious creations. Here I share my latest word invention and illustrate how it came to be…

Frustration: frus.tra.tion (n)

1 : a deep chronic sense or state of insecurity and dissatisfaction arising from unresolved problems or unfulfilled needs
2 : something that frustrates
~~~Webster’s New World Dictionary

which send you into a…

Funk: funk (n)

1 : a cowering or flinching through fear; panic
2 : a low depressed mood
~~~Webster’s New World Dictionary

which then causes…

Funkstration: funk.stra.tion (n)

1 : when frustration leads one into a funk
2 : the state of being caused by fear, which then leads to a feeling of helplessness and hopelessness
~~~The Dictionary of Ali-isms

If you find yourself in a funkstration do not despair! It will usually pass quicky through meditation and indulging oneself in an order of french fries.

have a booking day!

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I was explaining to a producer friend of mine last evening why I think acting is such a unique art form. Painters, musicians and writers can practice their art whenever the muse hits them. They can create by themselves and the product will be seen, heard or read later. Acting is not an art that exists alone. I can’t lock myself away in my studio and act. Acting requires a scene partner and an audience. Communication is key!
I fell into life-long love with acting because it’s a way to, hopefully, affect people. Although acting is perceived as a somewhat egotistical, self indulgent endeavor, I choose to believe it is the opposite. It is the gift of one’s beautiful and ugly self. To “act well” I must open the deep, sometimes hidden, honest parts of myself and lay it out for all to see, so that an audience may identify with me and be changed, moved or tickled.

All around me, my actor friends are booking jobs. While I am truly thrilled for them, my own patience is running thin. I’m ready; ready to tell stories, to share myself, to act!

traffic!

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When I first announced that I was moving to Los Angeles, people warned me that I might spend half my time in my car. I laughed and said defiantly, ” I like to drive!” with a hint of snotty, teenage girl attitude. Nothing could prepare me for the countless hours I now spend sitting in traffic, slowly turning from a sweet-natured, loving, generous young woman to an embittered, ruthless, impatient, anxiety-ridden bitch. If I need to be somewhere at 7pm (like my Groundlings class, for example) I have to leave at 5:30pm to go exactly 12.3 miles. If I lose track of time and I leave at 5:45 or even worse, 6pm (please note this is an hour to go 12.3 miles) the following behavior pattern ensues:

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Dancing

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I just finished watching a re-visioned version of the contemporary classic film “Dirty Dancing”. The theme is the same, but it is set in Cuba on the eve of the revolution, just before Batista fled the country and Castro took over. The new film is called “Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights”. I was entranced by the latin music & dancing…and I long to get back on the dance floor, dancing merengue or salsa. The rhythms and body motions are so beautiful and sexy—I see it as a real celbration of the human form and spirit.

I’ve always thought that I was born in the wrong era. I envy the times when couples really danced together. A time when there were basic steps that people knew and could embelish how they wished, or dared. These days it’s hard to find people who really love to dance. There has yet to be a new kind of dance for the current generation. We don’t have the fox trot, the lindy or the waltz. We have “shaking all around” or worse yet, “grinding”. Or you dance solo in large groups, which can be nice for awhile, but sometimes lonely.

When I lived in Mexico I learned to dance a little merengue and even less salsa—I was never so happy…good dancing is mesmerizing to watch and exhilerating to experience!

I need lessons.
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