On a Cold Day, A Coffee Drinker (Ok, Chai…)

One huddled group talking quietly, except when they want to be heard.
Little kids, future baristas, are shouting as their dad makes the drinks. They make the students miss the library.
One lady touched me on the shoulder. “Nice hat,” she said.
And every time the door opens, I look up. I am waiting on a friend or two or four. And waiting for my headache to go away.
Shared a smile with a guy in a puffy white sweater.
I cleared my throat. He grinned.
Does he think I was listening in?
There is at least one Rastafarian cap in every Austin cafe.
Usually, there are at least two Buddy Hollies.
There is a woman in the back. She’s coughing loudly.
She needs a doctor, not a latte.

That’s A Wrap: The Austin 48 Hour Film Project

Oh, the magic of making movies! Take a peek behind the curtain, folks! This is how the magic happens!

The Big Blue Mess

We made it through the 48 Hour Film Fest weekend.  We made a movie!  And we got it turned in with 14 minutes to spare.  We watched other teams run, only to be turned away after failing to meet the 48 Hour deadline by mere seconds – some ran with their computers in their hands as their movie project finished rendering.

I knew there would be a story from the weekend.  I told a co-worker last week, “I look forward to telling you the story, because you know there’ll be one.”  She laughed and nodded. I guess I thought the story would be different.  I mean, how can you possibly write, cast, shoot and edit a film in 48 hours without something going terribly wrong especially when you have a cast and crew that totaled 19 people?  Different people, different temperaments crowded into a small space for a long time…

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Imperativa Regina

I’m a proper modern Eve:
In one hand I hold an apple (that’s a promise)
And in the other hand I hold a spear (and that’s a fact).
I’m standing here for love and compassion,
For the couples who have found one another and just want the same chance at the same kind of life
(To my gay brothers – we have something in common: we’re looking for a good man.
My problem is: I’m wired for Achilles and Cary Grant.)
So as a woman on her own, manning her own phalanx,
I stand and I march and I fight with my heart for the chance for others to love freely,
To marry the love of his or her life.
And to love out in the open air without fear.
For anyone who is lucky enough to find their own star on a bit of racing rock should be encouraged.
Love is hard enough as it is.

I’m standing for freedom and opportunity,
For the young women and girls who one day will have to find spears of their own.
(To the young women – we have something in common: we’re looking for this fight to end.
The problem is freedom is a daily habit, like happiness.)
The chance of me ever having a child is next to none.
My chance came too soon to a girl unready and unfit (I was all apple, no spear).
But I will put my body on the line for your right to choose if or when and how (and with whom).
To choose your time and your place,
Without the interference of the state.
For as every modern Eve knows:
Life is hard enough as it is.

(This is the way I love…
In the imperative.)

The Song Is Done: A Conversation with Jason Molin

When I started the interview series on this blog (and Improv Wins), I really wanted it to be a conversation with creative people — not just improvisers or actors, but writers, teachers, musicians, and other entrepreneurs and explorers — to talk about their process and to understand improvisation from different points of view.

I started out with seven questions to lead and frame the conversation. It was good — and my first interviewees (Taylor Overstreet and Michele Campbell) were wonderful and interesting and fun and I loved hearing their stories. But the idea of the framing questions just didn’t hold up after two rounds. I knew I wanted to change my approach, and I knew that I wanted my third interview to be with another creative in Austin. And that I wanted to talk to a musician or songwriter.

I know. Austin. Songwriter/musician. How was I ever going to make that happen?!

I didn’t have to think about my next interviewee too hard. In fact, took less than a second. I wanted to talk to my friend (and I’m honored to have the pleasure of calling him that), Jason Molin.

Jason is not only a talented songwriter and musician (and great person), he’s also the inspiration behind my starting this blog in the first place. So I asked my favorite local musician and creative person to talk with me about creative blocks. Continue reading

Epilogue: The Time I Dated Mel Gibson’s “Brother” (There’s More)

I forgot part of the story. It hit me today during a chat on Twitter revolving around the missed opportunity to go FULL THUNDERDOME while on a date with Mel Gibson’s (Older, Not As Good Looking) Brother. For those of you who were not alive in the 80s, or who just don’t know what going FULL THUNDERDOME is like, it goes something like this:

After I ditched “Mel Gibson’s Older (Not As Good Looking) Brother” at the café, which felt like this:

I came home, showered off the smell of disaster, and opened my email.

Oh, no.


Now, I know what you’re thinking and, no, he did not send me a picture of Little Mel.

That happened on a different night, different guy.

He wrote to talk about what a wonderful time he had…


And how I was at my most beautiful when my personality was …soft.

I don’t know what he meant by that, really. My best guess is that, as a misogynist with Hitler issues, he meant those moments when I wasn’t having an opinion. Or starting a war somewhere.

And my reply went a lot like this: