Showing posts with label I love lists. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I love lists. Show all posts

Friday, January 14, 2011

Dream a Little Dream

Dream and Luck, taken at the Salem homestead
I have a secret.  And since a blog is just as private as a journal on your nightstand (wait...what?) I thought I'd write about it.  And maybe, just maybe, it'll unstick all the stuck thoughts in my head.  So, here's the thing....in my heart of hearts, there are two things that I'd love to do with my life:


1.  I'd love to be photographer for National Geographic.  For. Reals. Now, I'm pretty sure this would require a personality change of some kind because I'm not a huge fan of not showering for extended periods of time, but that's not important.  I'd love to travel around the world and meet interesting people and see beautiful landscapes...and then capture them on film for all the world to see.  I have serious love for that magazine.  Not only are the images just beautiful, but I love the smell of it.  I always have.  It has this old world smell, like you are opening up a little window into another place, another time.  Now, this might just be the chemicals they treat the paper with so the photos don't bleed but I don't care.  I still think it is magical.


2. (and this one is the real secret, the other one I tell people often) I want, more than anything, to be a musician.  And I'm not saying I'm not one right now, because sure, I play the guitar and I sing so that "qualifies" me as a musician but I'm talking professionally.  For dollars.  This, I must say, is a terrifying thought.  Because, unlike being an actor on stage, this is something that is soul baring.  It's you.  And an instrument.  And words that you've written.  And that's it.  No script, no one else's words.  Just. You.  Sure, I'm a performer, but there's something different about this.  Because here is where the stuck part comes into play...I can't write a song.  Ok, can't is a little strong, it's not that I can't, it is that it is extremely hard for me.  Because as soon as I start I get bogged down in the details--"the chord progression is just like _________(name an artist)", "the words are a cliche", "the tune is repetitive"...on and on and on and then POOF, I'm still staring at a blank page.  


My favorite thing in the world is to collaborate with other artists.  As an actor, as a writer, hell, as a teacher.  But to bring voices together in harmony and let the cares of the world slip away is my absolute favorite thing there is. Seriously, I love singing with other people, especially in harmony.  To me, and this may sound cliche but it is true so whatever, but to me it is like praying.  It is like tapping into something greater or touching the void.  It is, to use a favorite word of mine, magical.  And when I do it, which isn't that often anymore, I feel my heart grow and I am flooded with joy.  And this isn't to say that there aren't other things that fill me with joy.  The work that I do as a theatre educator has moments when I am overcome with this feeling.  But it is different.  As a theatre artist, one who works primarily with children in primarily non-theatre settings, there aren't as many of these moments of connection with the universe.  Certainly it happens sometimes, but those times are few and far between.  Those moments are also the thing that keeps me coming back and continuing on the path that I'm on.


My mother explained sharing your art like this:  I was talking about how playing the guitar in front of people is terrifying and nerve-wracking and she said, "You think I don't feel that way when I finish a painting?  Finishing a painting and having people see it is like pulling your pants down in the middle of a crowded room and letting everyone see every part of you."  She explained that it's not fun but you do it because, well, you have to.  (though upon reflection I don't know why anyone would have to pull their pants down in the middle of a room of people...but I still like the sentiment)  And it's true.  I sing because I have to.  I literally can't help myself.


So...there they are.  My secrets.  Out in the world.  No longer secret.  I didn't think I would, but I actually feel...better, now that they are out there.  Lighter a little bit.  So, as Josiah Bartlett would say, What's next?

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Technically...

...right now I should be writing a sketch about serial killers.  Ok, not about serial killers but hinting at serial killers.  I know what you are thinking, it sounds hilarious, right?  Totally.


Alas, I am not currently writing a sketch about serial killers.  Instead, I am writing a blog post about writing a sketch about serial killers.  I. am so. meta.


I've run the numbers and it looks like I am total crap at blogging.  I don't write enough.  When I do, it is all moody or whatever.  Which I'm sure my one reader loves to see--"oh, Ashleigh's written about how she generally dislikes__________ (insert something to do with California here).  Waaah waah."  Yeah, that's lame.  Because, generally, I enjoy California.  After all, it is where I was grown.  There's no place like it in the world, one could say.  Hell, even if parts of it weren't magical, it is still the place where I lost my first tooth, learned to ride a bike and drive a car, where I have spent hours upon hours laughing until my insides hurt and my eyes leaked, where my parents live, where I have cried my eyes out, in public, on more than one occasion, where Grandpa rests, where I learned to love trees, where I found music, where I became an artist, and where I learned to love and live.  And for all these reasons (and more) it deserves my respect.  And love.  And appreciation, even when traffic on 101 makes me want to punch a baby.  


So here it is, to remind myself and hopefully to inspire you to someday visit my majestic homeland, 10 things I love about California.


1. We have trees that are thousands of years old (yes, you read that right, THOUSANDS OF YEARS OLD).
 (photo from here, though the park is in California too)
2. The Golden Gate Bridge
3. We have people who like to do this at random.  On the beach.
 4. Oh, did I mention the beach.  Yeah, THE BEACH (and implied ocean).
5. Sunsets that look like this:
 6. Places sea lions like to hang out like this:
7.  Did I mention the sunsets?
 8. I mean, If you like this sort of thing:
9. Seriously, You could see this while GOING TO PRISON.
10. Largest Plug Dome Volcano in the World.  WHAT UP.

(from here)

Now that I look at it, this list is clearly missing the people that make me love California.  But I think they are rather implied here, don't you?  I mean, who wants to look at the Largest Plug Dome Volcano alone? Not me.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Well hello, Fall

I am in love with this week already.  The weather is finally crisp enough for boots and my red beret that I've had since I was 5 (no joke, it is awesome) PLUS, as a life long theatre artist, I love any excuse to put on a costume, and the knowing that Halloween is this weekend makes me giddy in anticipation.  Fall is here and things are magical already.  Seriously, just look at these photos.  Don't they make you want to make a cup of hot chocolate, climb under a blanket and read Jane Austen?  Nobody?  Just me?  Ah well...




Here are my plans for this week (I love lists):

  • Finish a blasted study guide that should have been done weeks ago.  Ugh, procrastination
  • Play the guitar/prep for my writing group on Tuesday.
  • Finish decorating our house for Halloween (pictures to follow).
  • Have dinner with some old friends.
  • Hire 15 actors for next week.  Oy.
  • Purchase scotchy scotch scotch for Saturday.
  • Finish putting together my costume for Saturday (which will involve the purchase of some pretty fantastic mustaches).

I hope everyone has fantastic plans for this pre-Halloween week.  Do something snuggly, the weather is absolutely perfect for it.