Thursday, March 30, 2006


The audition/meeting was a success. They were into me, and they want me to be in their ensemble for this new play. (see two entries ago.)

I thought they wanted me to play some Token Older Gay Guy, but instead they want me to play this sort of Everyman Disillusioned Businessman type.

In other words, I'll be playing my Dad...

This company, Boxcar Theatre, won an award last year for best new theater company at S.F.'s annual Fringe Festival.

! ! !

They are VERY YOUNG, but seem cool and pretty together.

I am happy! :-)

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Freaky Coincidence...
or No?????

Thanks for the heads-up, Becky, that some L.A. designer, Jared Gold, used the "Glinka" moniker for his latest collection-- which was featured last week on ANTM! I missed the episode because I was out trying to Have A Life, but I think I would have fallen out of my bed if I had caught it.

Someone stole my Fashion Line!!!!!!!

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

ZEN and the Art of Trying to Avoid Pesky Auditions

A few years ago, I "performed" in this weird-azz production called "Daughter of the Floods;" this was way before I started blogging, or else y'all would have heard EVERY DETAIL OF THE DRAMA.

I played DEATH. Oy Oy Oy.

It was based on Tarot Card symbolism, so Death was kind of more like Transformation, which meant a lot of going on and offstage a bunch of times looking spooky.

NOT the glittery showcase of my many talents that I would have hoped for.

Anyway, there were about 18 of us in the cast including some very talented, serious actors, many of whom were students at the American Conservatory Theatre (A.C.T.) Masters Program, which is the hoitsy-toitsy theater school in 'Frisco.


So a coupla weeks ago, I received an email from one of these lovely young women, who is now involved with a Fringe-y theater company called The Boxcar Theatre. The Artistic Director of this company is putting together a show called "Zen" and he has a pretty hi-profile theater, The Magic Theater, lined up to perform it in this July. He's also going to put on some free performances of it on Baker Beach here in town.

This guy actually WANTS to meet me, based on what my old performing buddy Sarah is telling him. I had gone ahead and set up an audition for last night, but then had chickened out, and then I get an email from him this morning saying he still wants to give me another chance to audition.

Here's a description off their website:

The show Zen is an ensemble-based and ensemble-created production about life, happiness, fulfillment, the lack thereof, and all of the things in between. We are looking for very special open minded and diverse individuals to make this happen. Ensemble members must be able to bring themselves to the table. The show will be created from the input and creative energy brought to the production by the selected ensemble.

I'm now going to audition tomorrow night. I have to come up with some autobiographical short monologue.

I'm bringing Glinka.

OY OY OY!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Energy Flows Where Focus Goes

Ahh, where to begin? This image was discovered by The Donald while doing an Google search on The Homeless! It was taken of Glinka by a photographer/activist named Fletcher during a Peace March back in '04; this was before The Madame started shaving daily.

Note to self: make Beauty Salon appt. ASAP

I was up in the Santa Cruz Mountains this past weekend for a retreat put together by my *Spiritual Program of Recovery*. It was a great experience for me, lots of carin' & sharin', beautiful Nature, and a special appearance by the irrepressible Madame G., who was rapturously received by her growing legion of fanz.

Is anyone worried about Global Warming? There have been a few newspaper articles and a 60 Minutes Segment that have me concerned. I think that Fuckface Bush should be strapped to a melting glacier in Greenland until he gets honest about what's really happening.

I wish my family of origin had taught me about money/investing. Although I was such a pissed-off rebel when I was growing up, I never would have listened.


I feel frustrated.

Yet grateful.

This Blog Entry was written and designed in the style of my afore-mentioned "Bring To Second Boil" idea, just in case you were wondering...

Friday, March 10, 2006

Bring To Second Boil

For some bizarre reason, I've been having this desire to start a second *kinda experimental* blog with the above title. Because I have been spending a lot of time in my new kitchen, watching frozen vegetables getting heated up. It's sort of a Zen Thing.

I am in a very foul mood this morning and so I'm back to the blog, needing to let off (veggie) steam. I had this social activity planned last night, and I spent 1 1/2 hours on 3 different buses to get to this one friend's house, only to find out that the gathering was being held at another friend's house on a completely other side of town. I had gotten the information wrong, but I wanted to blame everyone else in the world except myself. I needed to "Turn It Over," but I still have not been able to do this.

While I was on one of the three ill-fated buses, I was listening to a Post-Oscar Party Wrap-Up between two GAYS. One was saying to the other, "I wanted to bitch-slap So-and-so at your party. I told her to shut up about that song. In our parent's generation everyone hated Elvis Presley!" I knew they were discussing the song "It's Hard Out Here for a Pimp." I myself loved the song, and thought that the staging of it was brilliant. I've had the main melody in my head non-stop since Sunday. I thought it was way cool that it won an Oscar.

In the mood I'm in right now, I want to bitch-slap a few people too.

On Monday, there was an article in the S.F. Chronicle that said that there were "Gays" who cried after "Brokeback Mountain" lost Best Picture. I felt like crying too. But I'm realizing now that if I were African-American, I probably would have been very happy that "Crash" won. Does that sound at all racist? I don't know anymore. Anyway, both films were excellent. Not that America cares. I mean, look at the kinds of films that are at the top of the Box Office each week.

In case anyone has been wondering about MY fabulous performing career... my therapist has been on this kick lately, trying to get me to commit to working more on Madame Glinka. He believes that people would pay good money to see her... do... something. He said yesterday that he would pay good money to see her perform! This feels very strange to hear coming from your therapist.

I wish I could believe it myself. But I don't! Aaaarrrgggh.

More Shall Be Revealed!

Monday, March 06, 2006

It's getting hard out here for a Glink.

Not sure if I still have any readers out there in Blogland... anyway, hi, all y'all if anyone is still checking in here.

So what did you all think of the Oscars last night? I was pretty upset that Brokeback didn't win, though Crash was an excellent film. I actually got a free DVD in the mail of Crash because I'm a fabulously influential member of the Screen Actors Guild (SAG for short, in case you just crawled out from under some rock!) and they sent DVDs of the film out to all SAG members while voting was in progress for the SAG Awards. Do you think that this kind of campaign may have swung some votes in that direction?????

This morning I was over it, and thought that gains and recognition for any minority are a good thing for all minorities. So the time will come when a gay romantic film or openly gay or lesbian actor is finally recognized by the Academy. Let's face it: if you wait around for Hollywood to give you some sense of identity or self-esteem, you can be waiting a very long time. (Geez, have I finally learned my lesson here?!?)

On a much more positive note, I FINALLY had Confluence with an AOL-J pal, the sweet, lovely and disarmingly funny Anne, Ksquester, of Saturdays Child. We met at Nordstrom's downtown and had lunch and shopped and snacked at other girly-girl places too! We tried to do all the kinds of things that she would have done if she had been in town with JudithHeartsong. ;-)

I am wicked. Just teasin', Judi!

Anne spent what seemed like the greater part of our visit trying to convince me that I must see Kansas before I die. I asked her if there was Opera in Kansas and she assured me that indeed there was. I still have to Google that, because I'm not so sure I believe her.

I know that Dorothy comes from Kansas so it can't be all bad, but she tried to fly away from there via swirling tornado house for the much more fascinating Land of Oz, even if that ended up not working out so well for her either.

Getting back to Moi, the most fun part of our visit was when I wrestled Anne to the ground and forced her to don my Glinka Mask: