Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Comment vas-tu?

There's something about the French language that's so hypnotizing.  In fact, there's something about most foreign languages that pulls me in -- like a literary magnet, allowing me to observe a completely different culture.  I've deigned to create a short film that's completely foreign to me (both literally and metaphorically).   Why I've chosen to do this, I have no idea.  However, the more I dive into this project, the more captivating the story becomes.  

Human language is a tricky thing.  Two people who don't necessarily share the same language can have a completely intimate interaction.  A connection that's not formed through dialogue, but a human connection.  That's beautiful to me.  The words are important, yes.  But what's really relevant is the relationship --  real and fascinating.  

Je n'oublierai jamais les choses qui m'ont fait sourire autrefois.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Random Ramblings

It almost shames me to admit that I've been an American Idol watcher for a whopping 8 years.  That confession goes hand-in-hand with the fact that I'm an avid decoupage enthusiast, read daily, and actually enjoy dining at Chili's... (What? I like their chips and salsa...)  Anyway, ever since Kelly Clarkson donned the Idol crown, I've dedicated my Prime Time life to that of Simon Cowell and the gang.  I don't include Paula in the lineup since she's never entirely "there" either.

However, this season I've noticed that my AI obsession is dwindling and my attention span for reality shows equals that of the time it takes to drink a can of Diet Coke.  Fortunately, I've gotten into the habit of DVR-ing the episodes and fast-forwarding through 80% of it.  Wouldn't it be great if we had that luxury in life?  Traffic jams and blind dates wouldn't stand a chance.  

In fact, just this past week I went to a few networking mixers where I left the hoodie sweatshirt at home and packed the business cards in my back pocket.  With any social situation, it's inevitable that we encounter people we'd happily DVR straight through.  I met a few myself.  (Side note: I'm convinced wine is the networking equivalent of DVR.  Tune out.  Get out.)  Yet, this time I sailed on through -- swift and smiley.  I think I enjoy interacting with actors the best.  Little ego since we're on a different playing field (and I don't have to listen to the "film guy" drag on about the fact he's a tortured artist). 

What was I talking about?  Oh yeah, American Idol.  This is definitely one of my periodic babble-blogs.  I don't really have one coherent thought, but random ramblings that don't really make complete sense.

I'm drinking the Green Tea Frappacino from Starbucks.  It's like crack.

EDIT: Another side note.  My friend created this hilarious promo pic for our Vegas Vacation 2009.  Just the gays and our favorite artist.  Yes, that's Jennifer Hudson.  More evidence that my past Idol obsession has become widespread...