‘Ahhh….I love trees….’ Said the jaded city girl. And she walked up the hill, continuing to touch them / take their picture.
I’m up in Poughkeepsie at New York Stage and Film with Naked Angels to just – write a play. Hang out, walk around, contemplate, and write a play. Um, I feel so lucky. Sure, the beds are slightly mental ward, but it’s pretty sweet. I have an awesome gothic / lion witch and the wardrobe dorm room thing to myself, and a whole beautiful campus to explore – which boasts over 200 types of trees, gardens, lakes, paths.
This morning, I DID RESEARCH AT THE LIBRARY. Like, I searched for, and found, a book. It’s like live googling. Then I found a nook. And read. Then I ate a cookie. And explored more. I should probably write that play now.
Coming soon: ‘A Long and Happy Life,’ – or – Bekah and a mystery celebrity dramatically explore her newly-found irrational fear of death.
Or: EMcC, those who Matter (me, and selected others.)
Um, I don’t even know where to begin.
Erin hails from Yadkinville, NC – a hop, skip and a waffle house away from Winston. She grew up with cows in her backyard, as good girls should. We didn’t meet until freshman year at UNC – me stage manager, her running a light board. Sound board? light board. And when I, in my bandana and man’s dickies overalls (theater, okay?) fell down the stairs and twisted my ankle, but then walked around pretending like it was fine, and E forced me to let her take me to student health – well – let’s just say, it was love.
She has the biggest heart of anyone I know, and if you are fortunate enough to be loved by her, she literally envelopes you with love, and allows you to sleep there. Like, overnight.
She’s been in NYC for about 5 years too, and since moving here has taken her throne as the reigning queen of Astoria. She nannies an amazing little girl, as well as acts, as well as does hair and make-up for photo shoots and weddings with roommate Jess (other post entirely.) In ADDITION to writing music for / singing in Cudzoo and the Fagettes. No matter what, on any given night, I always know that she’s doing something rad (my bra is in a tree! or: playing with fairies on the roof!) , and that I can always join her.
Jello wrestling and Roller derby champion – Track Coach – Actor – songwriter – Godmother – Is there anything she cannot do?
(There isn’t, actually. I’ve checked.)
What’s not to love?? I mean, look at this puddum:
WARNING TO ELIZABETH CASTORIA OF VEG NEWS: DO NOT READ, I AM ASHAMED.
I was treated to din last night by fellow new schoolers, Zoe and Dustin, as thanks for a scene I wrote for them for a showcase. (Um, best thanks EVER.) Being that the scene was about a married couple engaged in a vicious home-Biggest Loser competition, I found it only fitting that we totally gorge ourselves to death – so I suggested Hill Country. I hadn’t been but my an old roommate used to work there, and told tales. Oh, the tales were true.
Upon entering you’re given a meal ticket – you then go up to the counter (a side counter, a meat counter) and pick out what you’d like – Slabs of ribs and brisket are placed on your tray on a big ol piece a meat paper, with thick slices of white bread.
Then: green bean casserole. Slaw. Corn casserole. Mac n Cheese. Spicy Deviled Eggs. Baked beans.
Then: Banana pudding. Peanut Butter and Jelly cupcakes.
Then: We died.
Okay, I know, duh, I am not inventing any sort of wheel here, but the Dirty Projectors are just so good. So good. So varied / like creepy awesome minstrel music, avec ‘fat beat.’ Especially new album Bitte Orca, which will tickle your earholes Here. (Special attention to be paid to Stillness is the Move, which is currently turning my workday into a sexy-dance / mind party.)