A tree blooms in SoHo...
...as a synagogue gets demolished slowly on Rivington.
Friday, March 31, 2006
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Caveman Robot -- On the Verge!
It's totally getting to crunch time with the show... people are coming next week! There's a little part of me that feels like it's ten minutes before the party and I'm still in sweatpants making the dip, but I have faith that everything will come together and a good time will be had by all.
My pal Raven Snook, diva and writer extraordinaire, included us in her Theater in the City column in the L Magazine (a publication for which I occasionally write reviews). If you're in NYC, you can find the L on just about every street corner in the bright orange box. If you rely solely on the internet for tidbits about my career, you can read it here.
My pal Raven Snook, diva and writer extraordinaire, included us in her Theater in the City column in the L Magazine (a publication for which I occasionally write reviews). If you're in NYC, you can find the L on just about every street corner in the bright orange box. If you rely solely on the internet for tidbits about my career, you can read it here.
Voiceover Update
Upon my agent's suggestion, I started work with a new coach and recently recorded a promo reel. Promos are the little interstitial soundbytes before TV shows, like "Next Up on Lifetime, Television for Women" etc.
Have a listen:
Have a listen:
Monday, March 13, 2006
Wow. Caveman Robot Just Keeps Getting Better!
So I did some funny makeup and got in front of the camera to record the Mater Vox character for our upcoming show. She is a computer created by Professor Tuttlewell, much in the vein of Synergy from Jem and the Holograms (if you watched girl cartoons in the 80s)... or, if this makes for a better reference, a fusion of a Kitt (the car from Knight Rider) and Max Headroom.
Thanks to the editing genius that is Jason Robert Bell and a lot of Nars black powdered eyeliner, we have the beginnings of Mater Vox.
Intrigued? We open soon, so mark your calendars!!!
Thursdays through Saturdays starting April 6th
At the Brick.
Thanks to the editing genius that is Jason Robert Bell and a lot of Nars black powdered eyeliner, we have the beginnings of Mater Vox.
Intrigued? We open soon, so mark your calendars!!!
Thursdays through Saturdays starting April 6th
At the Brick.
Wednesday, March 8, 2006
Caveman Robot on TV on the Internet!
Well, if I knew we were gonna be filmed I might have put a little thought into my hair before rehearsal!
Click above for a little taste (in the serious beginner stages) of Caveman Robot the Musical!
Click above for a little taste (in the serious beginner stages) of Caveman Robot the Musical!
Friday, March 3, 2006
Temp: The Lunchtime Report*
time spent doing "actual" work today: a whopping 20 minutes!! (and that was before noon!)
trips to the loo for business: 1
trips to the loo for fun: 0
people I've spoken to: 2 (the usuals, but longer conversations)
blog posts read: only in the 30s (still early)
sudoku puzzles: 2.5
emails sent: 14
hours of IM: just a few so far
auditions: 0
yawns: just the one
naps: zero so far, but considering the pod place.
Apparently, I'll get to stuff some binders later... fingers crossed!!
*listening to this song while you're reading this post will help you understand where we're at here.
trips to the loo for business: 1
trips to the loo for fun: 0
people I've spoken to: 2 (the usuals, but longer conversations)
blog posts read: only in the 30s (still early)
sudoku puzzles: 2.5
emails sent: 14
hours of IM: just a few so far
auditions: 0
yawns: just the one
naps: zero so far, but considering the pod place.
Apparently, I'll get to stuff some binders later... fingers crossed!!
*listening to this song while you're reading this post will help you understand where we're at here.
Thursday, March 2, 2006
Temp
time spent doing "actual" work today: 6 minutes
trips to the loo for business: 2
trips to the loo for fun: 3
people I've spoken to: 2.5 (one was merely a grunt hello)
blog posts read: stopped counting at 243
sudoku puzzles: 2
emails sent: countless
hours of IM: 8
auditions: 1 (for three spots!)
yawns: 5 trillion
naps: zero, surprisingly!
trips to the loo for business: 2
trips to the loo for fun: 3
people I've spoken to: 2.5 (one was merely a grunt hello)
blog posts read: stopped counting at 243
sudoku puzzles: 2
emails sent: countless
hours of IM: 8
auditions: 1 (for three spots!)
yawns: 5 trillion
naps: zero, surprisingly!
Wednesday, March 1, 2006
Rocky Mountain Oysters are One Thing...
Frank Bruni's New York Times review of Del Posto, the new love child in the Batali/Bastianich clan, came out today. It was an interesting read overall, but I'm writing here, because this little number caught my eye:
Mr. Batali's love of offal finds expression in pici, a sort of fat Tuscan spaghetti, with coxcombs, chicken livers, duck testicles and, for conventional decadence, black truffles. Less predictably, agnolotti of veal, pancetta, chicken, mortadella and Parmesan are served slightly crunchy and unsauced, to be plucked and eaten with your fingers.
Sorry. Was that duck testicles? And coxcombs?
I'm thinking back to my days of waiting tables. One night at An American Place the chef served up frog legs as a special. People questioned me.
diner: Did you just say "Frog Legs"?
me: Yes, sir.
diner: Like, legs? From a frog? Like, ribbit?
me: Yes. Sir.
Frog. Legs. Big in France. Looks like canned tuna, tastes (surprise!) like chicken. Maybe a little risky for your average diner, but nothing too crazy.
But testicles? Those poor waiters. Mario Balali, you're kind of a bastard for this one. Did it ever cross your mind that the waiters are going to have to field jokes about DUCK BALLS from your customers?! And COXcombs? Ok, I'm taking it to the locker room on this one, but I can smell the annoying Foodie chortles from here, their piggish pink fingers pointing and laughing.
That's just cruel.
Mr. Batali's love of offal finds expression in pici, a sort of fat Tuscan spaghetti, with coxcombs, chicken livers, duck testicles and, for conventional decadence, black truffles. Less predictably, agnolotti of veal, pancetta, chicken, mortadella and Parmesan are served slightly crunchy and unsauced, to be plucked and eaten with your fingers.
Sorry. Was that duck testicles? And coxcombs?
I'm thinking back to my days of waiting tables. One night at An American Place the chef served up frog legs as a special. People questioned me.
diner: Did you just say "Frog Legs"?
me: Yes, sir.
diner: Like, legs? From a frog? Like, ribbit?
me: Yes. Sir.
Frog. Legs. Big in France. Looks like canned tuna, tastes (surprise!) like chicken. Maybe a little risky for your average diner, but nothing too crazy.
But testicles? Those poor waiters. Mario Balali, you're kind of a bastard for this one. Did it ever cross your mind that the waiters are going to have to field jokes about DUCK BALLS from your customers?! And COXcombs? Ok, I'm taking it to the locker room on this one, but I can smell the annoying Foodie chortles from here, their piggish pink fingers pointing and laughing.
That's just cruel.
