Monday, October 17, 2011

Iphones, and Texting, and Talking...oh My!


All week I've been planning to post about the new addition in my life... my Iphone. My small and modest electronic collection doesn't consist of the newest brightest technology, but it gets the job done:

I have a six year old IBM (Lenovo?) Thinkpad computer, an 8 year old Ipod, a two year old Kindle... and now I've said goodbye to my BlackBerry who was only a year and a half.  I don't miss it, don't worry. Obviously, I'm obsessed with my Iphone.  
Meet EmIphone: (she's only four days old, so be gentle with your comments)
                                            

  Sure, I whined for several weeks, asking, "will I ever get used to the touch screen?" (it's not like there are bigger problems in this world or anything, right? And don't fear, I'm touch typing like a pro!)  I love it. The Birds are Angry :


The Friends and I are playing with Words :

The other night I learned how to drink beer from my phone,
 it's a flashlight now, it farts for fun,  I talk to it and tell it what to do (the other night it told me the meaning of life was chocolate)...we are going to be quite happy together.

As I tap and swipe away I've been thinking about technology.  I'm no expert but I do remember my first Nokia phone and how all I wanted after that was the Motorola StarTac. (they weren't "Zack Morris Phones" back then, but now they kind of are.)  I was the only one of my college roommates to have a cell phone our freshman year at NYU, so that was the number we gave to people we met trying to reach us at night(smart, girls, right?) Of course this was before everyone was "checking into Starbucks with five others." It was even before everyone was "checking into rehab..."

After the coveted StarTac, the next challenge was to find THE SMALLEST PHONE EVER.(I lost two)

Around that time, business men were starting to get these things called BlackBerries (or BlackBerrys--I'm not sure the correct pluralization of aforementioned phone). I knew I didn't need one because it was for people that needed their email 24/7 for work and such (and they were bulky--not clutch purse friendly). Then people like me started to get them. While it would be pretty nice to have, as they became cooler and smaller, did I really need it?  No.  Until they came out with....The Pearl. It was so cute and stylish. THAT I needed. I also got Mr. Renaissance to switch to a more manly version, The Curve insisting he "needed one too."

Then... the Iphone came out for Verizon and I scoffed saying, do I REALLY need it? I have my email at my fingertips--what do I need with "apps"?  People told me: "the Iphone will change your life" and I sort of just thought it was a fun toy.  Well, not having a MAC and having just had to clean out my computer because I was down to 4GB of space, I never really knew the crazy amazing Steve Jobs Apple technology.  It's pretty amazing. 

Though soon something new will come out that "we can't survive without," microchips will be implanted in our brains and we will be calling each other and our pets on the phone soon enough.  

I haven't been alive long enough to really witness a drastic change in technology.  More like slow changes.
-In middle school a friend of the family help me set up AOL (my first screen name was ILUVDEAN in honor of none other than Dean Cain ...yep, that changed fast).  (We would wait for hours for the modem to connect and my camp friends and I would meet every Sunday night in a chatroom - more on camp to follow)
-In my high school class their was that one random kid who took notes on his laptop(crazy!). 
 -Ethernet was newly installed at NYU when I got there. 
 -My first roommate in college didn't have a printer and my second didn't have a computer at all. 
 -When I graduated, I briefly dated someone who didn't have a cellphone ("what? you don't have a cellphone? Yeah, this is over.)  

-Text messages came about around my sophomore year in college and it was great to know that if you didn't really have the nerve to call your boyfriend for the umpteenth time, cause it was "boys night" you could just text him, because that really didn't count.
-When I was on tour in 2003, the Ipod came out and it was great for traveling every week.  Before I would carry around my discman and a billion CD's.  (and yes, I am old enough to remember my bright yellow walkman it was waterproof!
-The Kindle is great. Yes, I love books, but when you are a night reader it's a lot easier to read with a booklight without moving it every time you turn the page.  The dictionary function is great and it's spectacular for apartments already overstuffed with books.  

All of the above changes can be used for good or can be used for bad.  I'm guilty of being constantly on my computer or phone and that can't be healthy - I'm not talking radiation, just talking life here. I don't know where my CD's are and half were bought of the internet, so if the computer goes when I haven't backed things up, poof goes my music collection.   Mr. Renaissance  also gets quite annoyed when I'm clicking away on something or another, during our time together, and he's right. (so glad the Iphone is touch screen! and doesn't make a sound shh don't tell him.)  
I can definitely type faster than I can write, so I would have loved to have a computer in high school classes.  
Appropriate cellphone rules were also established in the last few episodes of Seinfeld. (ie.  "The Cell Phone Walk and Talk - when a person calls to convey their concern (for a friend's sick relative), but callously calls from a cellular phone on the street out of convenience" 

Here's how Seinfeld feels now:


Very, Very True, Mr. S, but I still love my phone and it's convenient components (maps, email, texting.)
 I do love texting.  It is a great thing for scheduling and telling your husband you have a massive craving for ice cream, a text he will receive when the F train goes above ground so he can pick it up on his way home.  I'm definitely guilty of the overuse of the text.  Of interrupting people with silly photos or nonsense.  
However, my biggest textpeeve (I think I just made that up, and I like it!)  has to be the "running late" usage.  It's one thing if you really did get stuck on the train, but if you left late and decided to text "Rnning ten min. late, srry! :-(" when the person you are meeting won't get the text until they are already there, that does not make it okay for you to be late. 
Email is fantastic for business, but it shouldn't replace a phone call to a loved one during a time of need. 


I wonder what changes are still to come.  What will I be speaking of when I tell my child "you're so lucky you have that, we had to use CELLPHONES! and DVRs!"  I wonder what will be antiquated by the time my future child grows up.  I hope I still have a way to play my mothers collection of giant round black things that play music on a thing that turns.   My mother tells stories about how she used to listen to baseball games on the radio and often muses what her father would think about being able to pause a ballgame on your tv, rewind it, watch in slow motion, split the screen with another game, or perhaps even switch to a Classic game you saved for exactly the moment when the "live" game goes south. 

The day after I got my Iphone I went to a summer camp reunion.  I attended Stagedoor Manor, a performing arts camp with many currently working and famous alumns but what we all had in common was that we were outsiders.  We were "theater nerds" and found a home there.  Now, some say cellphones "change your life".  This camp "changed my life." In the way that it changed the lives of people in the 70s through the present and into the future.

My generation of campers would wait in the "phone line" during our free time for hours to make a ten minute phone call home.  When I recently visited this past summer and noticed that the lobby was bigger.  The phone line was gone...  Cellphones.  I was appalled they let campers have cellphones and could not picture how different my experiences would have been.  To be so distracted. To text your friends and roommates. Sure, we lived a pretty cushy camp existence in an old Catskills hotel, with a shower in every room, but I don't think cellphones there would have been good. I would have over-used it and taken away from the experience. The phone room being gone was strange to me, but probably isn't to the current campers.  A phone room, perhaps might not even have existed there at one point in the past. Its existence might have been strange to campers before my time.

At the reunion last night, after a speech was given to thank everyone for coming, congratulate past campers on their hit plays at The Public, Emmy Nomination(s) on hit TV shows, and so on and so fourth, we all just...mingled.  The ages spanned from people who attended before and during the year I was born to people who attended with me and after me.  Nobody was texting. Nobody was talking on their cellphones.  Everyone was just...talking.  Sure the phones got whipped out every once in a while to snap a photo and post it to facebook, but more so that people who weren't there could see them in real time.  There we stood ages 25-60 drawn there by the same common bond that brought us to Stagedoor in the first place. Not by technology. Not distracted by technology.  But for the first time in a long time, we were all in the moment.  Of course how did we all get there?  Facebook invite.  And what did I learn on the way home (from someone over fifty, who has taught me much, much more than just this?) That ibeer is a hilarious app(it is.)  But really, I learned much, much more:  Technology, when used right can bring people together, it can make things easier, but it can also be dangerous. You can invite people to a party and not have to worry about calling them and having them say no.  Technology can be bad, when it's 12:39AM and you are blogging in bed next to your handsome husband and really NEED to put the computer down.  


Past:


Present:

Future:
See you on the Internet...or perhaps even in person,
Em

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

#trend, #trendy, #trending, #trended

TREND Defined (as a verb)
TREND Defined  (as a noun)

This post is about "what is : TRENDY "  No really, what is it???

Merriam-Webster defines Trendy as 
1: very fashionable : up-to-date <he's a trendy dresser — Sunday Mirror>
2: marked by ephemeral, superficial, or faddish appeal or taste <trendy ideas about success>

These days,  of course we have another conjugation of trend, which is "trending" identified by that lovely hashtag. 

      Currently #trending on twitter in NY (as I write this)  are the following :
(I rarely ever recognize more than two #trends #trending on twitter)

Currently trending in the U.S. are:




  • #TwoThingsThatDontMix
  • TwitterCypher
  • Ronaldinho
  • #reedBetweenTheLines
  • Hi Rihanna
  • PSAT's
  • Chelsea Settles
  • Shady 2.0 
  • Oswaldo Sanches     

  • And finally #trending world-wide are (drumroll please.......):


     Apparently a lot of people want to say Hi Rihanna and discuss two things that don't mix...but I'm glad that some people are actually focusing on their PSATs, or at least tweeting about them.


    Today I had a print go-see and was given three choices on how to dress: I could be "a student". I could be "hip and young aka #trendy". OR I could be "a fashion model".  Well me being let's say shorter than your average model, quickly knocked that out of the running.  And I wasn't quite sure if these choices meant students aren't young, hip and #trendy or young hip and #trendy girls aren't students, but I said hey, since I'm an actress, let's act the part of "young, hip, and #trendy."  I don't consider myself a fashionista or a #trendsetter by any means.  I'm not sure if I'm "up to date" as defined in the dictionary. In fact, I had to google "2011 #trendy hair" for inspiration.  Since I got these images, (talk about mixed messages)  I started to think about what #trendy is. 

    So I did, and left the house in the "#trendiest", most "up-to-date" outfit I could come up with:

     I have to say, I felt pretty sassy in it. I walked with a strut, but I felt like I was wearing a costume, playing the role of "a #trendy girl".(not that that's so bad) I wondered if people on the street would take notice of me not quite being "me".  I was curious to see what other people would be wearing at the go-see.  I had heels with me, just in case, in the hour long subway ride, a #trend had changed, nobody was saying HI Rihanna anymore, and boots were suddenly  "out".   What I noticed was that most people looked good in what they were wearing.  I used to notice a lot more that clothes wore people rather than the reverse.  Some people can pull it off, some people can't.  Just like I will never pull off high-waisted sailor paints.  There are times when you buy Proenza Schouler for Target, because you can, and realize, you just don't look good in it, and it sits in your closet for five years.  I realized that I might not look so good in Missoni for Target either..(or maybe I'm just trying to make myself feel better because they sold out so fast).  


    Anyway, I spent all day thinking of #trends.  I was always taught to wear what looks good on me. That is my #trend. When I bought my wedding dress, I saw it first in red and had it made in white.  It just looked good on me, it felt good and I knew a "real wedding gown" wasn't going to. I knew what I wanted.

     









    Even though I felt 'good' in what I wore today, to the "young, hip, and #trendy" go see, I wouldn't never have worn it out on a "regular day".  I didn't feel like me.  Maybe it's me not being risky enough, who knows. Is being  #trendy about taking risks?  Perhaps that's it.  



    They say #trends come back around again and sometimes that make me glad and sometimes that makes me laugh.. The definitions says "up to date," but "Everything Old Is New Again," as they say.  It's a time where people want to emulate Don Draper's style on Madison Avenue, watch those PanAm girls be starlets as stewardesses, and so on....I've found some gorgeous dresses at vintage stores, mostly cause they are cut in a way that they fit me, not because I want to look like Christina Hendricks (not that THAT would be so bad)  but I'm not a "vintage fashionista" (I know and admire the people who do that, most definitely).  I've seen my mother's closet and it's still filled with her Pucci dresses--in fact she hasn't had to buy a new dress in years, they all stayed in style or came back soon enough. I was so glad when peep toes came back, because I hate my toes!.  I tend to gravitate toward items of the older world. I have go-to outfits that have been the same for years. Mr. Renaissance looks amazing in his timeless Brooks Brothers classics and fedoras.  I even threw  a 1940's birthday party for him. Here's us at the party, 1940's style:










    It was also pointed out to us, by a friend that this picture on our 2nd wedding
    anniversary just last month: (me in a dress I happened to buy in a vintage shop and him in his Brooks Brothers)
     Was calling out to "go vintage" So a friend worked some magic and sent me this:   


     Timeless, I suppose, is what I go for when I think of my #trend, my style. I guess that really is paradoxical to what a "#trend" is.  They tend to #trend then go away. I don't want to buy what's "in" for the season, I want to buy for me.  Yes. I want timeless classics.


     As a final note on "timeless classics," I do find it funny that jeggings have come around again.  I remember wearing them to grade-school with slouch socks and matching scrunchies.   I went to an eighties party a few years back and trolled ebay for the perfect costume.  After I had it, I realized, all you have to do now is walk into any American Apparel...   




    I'm still pondering the meaning of #trendiness and will probably come back to this post, but wanted to get it out there on this here interweb.


    Past:




    Present:
     Future:












    What do you think about #trends?  Hey, tweet about it, maybe we can get #trendy to be #trending.  


    #trend away,
    Em

    Sunday, October 9, 2011

    A Current Trip Down My Mother's Memory Lane Thru Old Movies

    My mother is an amazing woman.

    For over 20 years now, she's been trying to get me to read certain books, sing certain songs,  watch certain movies, and get to know certain actors.  She never pushed them on me, and never felt slighted when I politely ignored her suggestions and watched whatever the newest, recent chickflickromcom was (surely a black and white war movie, or "western" would never interest me!) , or read only US Magazine or People (not that there's anything wrong with that--I still read them, I assure you!)

    When my father died last year, the year of their 30th wedding anniversary, mom and I needed something, anything to put us into a different world, someone else's world, and the movies of today just weren't cutting it. I couldn't turn my brain off and be taken away.  So I listened to her.  I soaked up everything she put out there...and mom, boy were you right.  Just yesterday we began discussing just what makes a good movie to us (in our opinion).  Now there are good movies that don't fit this bill and there are bad movies that do, but these rules seem to be a thru-line in what WE like.

    1.There should be a sexy leading man - not necessarily cover of People Magazine sexy, or Matthew McConaughey (put your shirt on already) "sexy", but effortlessly sexy,  in some way or another. Sexy in the way you are drawn to him. Maybe not conventionally handsome, maybe not someone you want to sleep with on the first date, but someone who captivates you...generally, as they say, "the eyes have it".

    2.There is usually no major villain.  We're not drawn to super-hero movies. Sometimes, the villain could be the main character himself, (his own villain), or something on a larger scale: a war, a prison, that sort of thing.  But not an overt "I am good YOU are bad".

    3.Most war movies we are drawn to (a lot being set during WWII) have little to no actual fighting in them. You feel what's going on through the characters and don't have to see blood and gore to know what they are going through. Most 'westerns' we watch aren't "really" westerns.  It's all about character. 


    Here's a short list of what I've seen recently for the first time: 
    "Captain Newman, MD" (1963)
    "The Caine Mutiny" (1954)
    "Twelve O'Clock High" (1949)
    "Saturday Night and Sunday Morning" (1960)
    "The Lonliness of the Long Distance Runner"  (1962)
    "Mister Roberts" (1955)

    Now I have to put the next few in a different category, because they star a man, I have become obsessed with.  For years, mom would swoon at the mention of his name and I had no interest.  Well, now I'm interested. I've read his biography and am almost through many of his movies.
    MONTGOMERY CLIFT!  He deserves his own Blog Entry and will get one, but his movies should be included in this list of my recent finds (okay, I didn't find them my mother finally got me to watch them....)
    "The Search" (1948)  (by far my favorite Monty Movie)
    "Red River" (1948)
    "The Heiress" (1949)
    "The Big Lift" (1949)
    "A Place In the Sun" (1951)
    "I Confess" (1953)
    "From Here To Eternity" (1953)

    I've watched bits and pieces of his post-accident movies, but I have to admit they are hard to watch.  More on those later. If you want a great read about a troubled but amazing man read this.

    Anyway, when mom picks movies, she picks them for the person she recommends them to, tailored to exactly what they need right now.  It's uncanny.  At times, I'll think I'm not sure I'll get into this and poof, about ten minutes in, if not right away, I'm hooked.  I've now seen all of the above movies several times.  And we are starting to create our own list of our Top One Hundred Movies.  (Some of my favorites being "Gigi", "Two For the Road", and "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid").   I hope to compile that list as I continue to write this blog.
    But don't think my mother or I movie snobs...she enjoyed "American Pie" just as much as I did, when it first came out. 

    The past months (since Mothers' Day I believe), when I bought some DVD's as a present to convince my mother that yes, they existed now and she didn't have to save her VHS taped from TV copies.  We then watched them and thus began my journey through film through her eyes.  I've learned a lot about the past. I've learned a lot about the present ("they sure don't make 'em like they used to") and I've learned a LOT about my mother.

    past:


    present:


    future:


    More on all the books and songs mom was right about in a future post.....


    I'm still on this ride, with a list of upcoming films.
    I hope you take it with me! 

    Journey On,
    Em

    Jumping off A Bridge (cause everyone else is doing it)

    So here it is...I've resisted a blog for a long time.  But now I seem to notice that EVERYONE has one.  I kept thinking, well, of course THEY have one. They have a business they are promoting, or a life change they are documenting, or they have an incredible fashion sense, foodie sense, or electronic know-how and want to share it with the world.  Or maybe it's just their job.  And I think, what do I have?  Well, I'm not sure yet.  I'm not sure where this will go. So much has happened in my life to date: A Broadway Debut, National Tours, A Marriage, The death of a parent...so much I could have blogged about...but didn't.  So why now? I'm not sure.  I've been helping my hubby (am I supposed to give him a blog name?...let's call him Mr. Renaissance - a jack of all trades with talents in art, music acting...but I digress)...I've been helping Mr. Renaissance (soon I will be calling him Mr. R, I'm sure) start up a blog on his new art website and i just caught the bug. 




     So here I go...This year has been a year of stress and a year of reflection, but I've started to do one thing I've always wanted to do. With the help of an amazingly talented Musical Director and Friend, I've started to work on a life long dream : A Cabaret Act.  So as I journey down memory lane, I figure, why not take some people with me? I hope this won't be too self-indulgent a blog, and I hope it goes somewhere.  I have stories to share from the past:




    through the present:



    and dreams for the future:





    Join me for the ride! -Em