It's a beautiful spring day in LA! I am sitting on my little balcony, flanked by my newly seeded pots (zinnia, sunflower, basil, love-in-the-mist). Now that the round of winter of auditions is over, I'm coming out of my hermit's cave and trying to reconnect with people. I saw Alice in Wonderland last night--I did enjoy it, but I couldn't help thinking that, given the talent involved, it could have been better. 3-D was better this time round for me than it was for Avatar, which bothered my contacts. I think I still prefer regular 2-D, to be honest.
I've been exploring the IMSLP, scouring for good public domain music. There's A LOT! I am particularly intrigued by a certain nonet by Martinu. I still need to do my taxes. Ugh. My room has been cleaned, but the rest of the apartment could use a cleaning. I still have to figure out summer plans. And I'm still not sure what I'll be doing next year.
NYC was great, but I'm not sure it's a place I'd like to live. It was great to reconnect with some old friends, though, and to see the Met and MOMA and the Statue of Liberty and such as a 26-yr old, not 13-yr-old. Wish I'd caught some concerts, though. I like New Yorkers. Very direct and abrupt, but I find that refreshing. And whoever said they weren't nice lied. When I was traipsing around the subways and trains with my huge suitcase, not one but FOUR different people helped me with stairs, of their own volition. They also have great accents. There were also funny little things I remembered from being a kid in the Northeast: the random granite outcroppings that so often have graffiti on them, jaywalking, and the fact that we used to drive over the Throg's Neck Bridge, which for a very long time I thought was the Frog's Neck Bridge, and was disappointed to discover the correct name.
Meanwhile, I should actually get something done. But I am enjoying not feeling as if I have to be doing something productive at all times or else.