I have kinda figured out how to use YouTube. I still haven't figured out how to do 2 pass encoding for wmv files so they don't look like poo, but until I can do that, here's what I've been up to in a lower res version- you'll still get the idea.
You can also find all of the previous promos for this same series at YouTube, as well as the current ones airing on Trojan Vision (USC TV8) and LA36. I'm also in talks with Metro TV to get them airing on the transit buses, but hopefully I'll still be able to update weekly online too. Until next time... ;-)
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
Sunday, February 4, 2007
Earth Friendly Entertainment
Okay, so this really is a stretch connecting what I'm about to say to the entertainment industry. (In fact, the only way that it really connects is because celebrities had a hand in designing what I'm talking about.) But I am such a big environmentalist that I had to post something about it. You cannot even begin to believe how proud/overjoyed/ecstatic I was to receive an email this morning saying that Sephora stores are now offering cosmetic products that not only are free of the harsh chemicals that every other soap/lipstick/hairspray contains, but a lot of the packaging is made of renewable corn-derived polymers that are recyclable too! After browsing their selection of items in an additional window, I found the best thing I have seen for sale in a long time. CARGO, a makeup brand I have been a fan of for several years, is now offering 5 different (and seemingly very flattering) shades of lipstick that 1) come in recyclable corn bio-plastic tubes (which, by the way, are greenhouse-gas neutral to create) and 2) are packaged in recycled flower paper boxes, which can be planted and will grow into wildflowers. In addition, two dollars from every lipstick sale is donated to CARGO's charity of choice, St. Jude Children's Research Hospital. I have a feeling that this is only the beginning, and am very proud of Sephora, CARGO, and the other beauty lines that are finally beginning to see a need for change and are starting to make a difference by using recyclable and non-animal derived ingredients. For more information, click the link below:
Thursday, February 1, 2007
Out of Sorts...
A young sorority version of Liza Minelli sits across from me at lunch
shouting pop phrases at the top of her lungs
showing the world that she knows her craze culture
and making them feel bad cause they watch E! too
gazing through crack glazed eyes covered by bangs
tinted Ebony 7- Vogue color of the month
declaring her love for designers, and worse- middle aged boyfriends
not even old enough to drink, but loud enough to convince otherwise
if she was a man, she'd be a sports anchor on tv
this Liza Minelli girl
and i eat my soup and wonder to myself
am i too quiet for this industry, or just too real?
I'd like to post script that with saying that I'm not a big poetry-as-thought person, but I've been dealing with a bit of self-doubt lately. This same girl sat for an hour at lunch with other sorority girl types hanging on her words, listening to stories of Jared Leto and Hollywood parties, and the Versace jacket that she spoke loudly of on the phone to the person who's house she had left it at. It sounds mean, and I know it is to think it, but it's people like this in the industry that I hope will never make it. I cross my fingers, knowing they've never worked a day in their life, and hope that there is some justice in the world.
It's just hard, in this city, to ever know where you stand. I've got it better than a lot, I know- an apartment, a job, friends. There are just moments in between where you see how other people are and step back. You know you don't want to be that way- jaded, or unappreciative, or bitchy.
It's also getting a little harder now that I've started more fit modeling. The work is good, and the pay is good, but sometimes the other models are just so unreal. In the meantime, if you see me around and I look like a zombie, keep in mind that I generally work no less than 8 hours per day and adding another job is quite taxing... but hey, when your rent is due, the landlord won't exactly take a cute smile, three hundred dollars, and an IOU. Until next time...
shouting pop phrases at the top of her lungs
showing the world that she knows her craze culture
and making them feel bad cause they watch E! too
gazing through crack glazed eyes covered by bangs
tinted Ebony 7- Vogue color of the month
declaring her love for designers, and worse- middle aged boyfriends
not even old enough to drink, but loud enough to convince otherwise
if she was a man, she'd be a sports anchor on tv
this Liza Minelli girl
and i eat my soup and wonder to myself
am i too quiet for this industry, or just too real?
I'd like to post script that with saying that I'm not a big poetry-as-thought person, but I've been dealing with a bit of self-doubt lately. This same girl sat for an hour at lunch with other sorority girl types hanging on her words, listening to stories of Jared Leto and Hollywood parties, and the Versace jacket that she spoke loudly of on the phone to the person who's house she had left it at. It sounds mean, and I know it is to think it, but it's people like this in the industry that I hope will never make it. I cross my fingers, knowing they've never worked a day in their life, and hope that there is some justice in the world.
It's just hard, in this city, to ever know where you stand. I've got it better than a lot, I know- an apartment, a job, friends. There are just moments in between where you see how other people are and step back. You know you don't want to be that way- jaded, or unappreciative, or bitchy.
It's also getting a little harder now that I've started more fit modeling. The work is good, and the pay is good, but sometimes the other models are just so unreal. In the meantime, if you see me around and I look like a zombie, keep in mind that I generally work no less than 8 hours per day and adding another job is quite taxing... but hey, when your rent is due, the landlord won't exactly take a cute smile, three hundred dollars, and an IOU. Until next time...
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