Friday, May 7, 2010

I love my dentist!

Here is a list of reasons why I love my dentist.

1. The office is conveniently located in my skyway at work. That way I can run full-speed through the halls when I realize I am extremely late.

2. They send me text reminders like 80 times leading up to my appointment which are essential to me actually ever showing up.

3. The staff sends out quarterly newsletters that detail the intricacies of each employee's personal life, as in who is taking yoga classes, who has children starting to drive, who is taking exotic vacations, etc., and they include photos of their staff picnic. Which is adorbs.

4. My dentist plays pranks on me. For example, I once had a cavity and he sat me down and very gravely explained that the only option to save my mouth was to install a grill over the front of my teeth. "We're going to need you to bling it up," he said. The nurse added that it has to be diamond-studded.

5. They just upgraded to this awesome prize pack after every appointment! For freesies!

Monday, May 3, 2010

Just look at that blushing bride!

I don't know if you've heard the news, but my fellow lady-pirate is officially betrothed! I think it's your job and mine to prepare her for her impending nuptials by offering her nothing but the finest choices in wedding wear. Let us take her on a visual tour of the possibilities, shall we?












Monday, April 19, 2010

My new mac book pro arrived!

My new Mac Book Pro is officially here! She traveled all the way from Shanghai, that sassy beast. Look at how beautiful she is. I have been waiting for this moment to come since I read on mac rumors that the new Mac Book Pros were released last Tuesday. An update long overdue, mind you. The last time I bought a mac was December of 2004. That's a LONG time ago, and a long life for a mac. Now it's time for one that will actually house all of my music, allow me to stream videos and instant Netflix online, let me video skype with my niece, and - gasp - edit video and audio!

It's going to be REALLY hard to concentrate at work today.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Meet Lounge.

I'm just going to come out and say this. I'm dating a part-time improvisational lounge singer.

He's Lounge-asaurus Rex. He hosts events, performs at shows, and creeps audiences out far and wide. I first saw him from a distance. I was a shy audience member, dazzled by his chunky, jeweled rings and flaming red collar that stretches for miles. His slicked-back hair and proudly-displayed chest is enough to make any girl blush. His tight pants and female sunglasses elicit some sort of hipster/hippie/night fever combination of terrifying-yet-awesome.

This weekend we were on a 15-hour car trip and he was feeling loungy and I was feeling radio reportery so I whipped out my digital recorder and asked the man, nay, the legend, a few questions. If you're lucky, you might even hear him sing a little ditty for you. But be careful...your ears might bleed from too much sexy.


I'm proud to introduce to you...Lounge-asaurus Rex. The man. The myth. The witty banter machine.

Monday, April 5, 2010

If only I had moves like this.

Will you just look at that one-handed air-keyboard player go?

Thursday, April 1, 2010

I read a mind this week!

I was in my improv class on Tuesday and something incredible happened.

We were doing a montage of two-person scenes and my character was upset with my friend Drew's character for standing on her lawn. He was playing a sort of weird, perhaps drunk hobo-type guy. We're working on integrating more specific detail into our scenes so, for example, if you're saying something like "Can't you remember what kind of car you have?" we would say "Can't you remember that you have a yellow Thunderbird GT?". We're also working on naming people and sticking to those names throughout a scene.

I needed a name for my character's family land as her anger for his being on her lawn was heightening, so I quickly racked my brains and came out with this: "How dare you defile the Torkilson estate!" Now, I'm not sure where that name came from because I don't think I've ever heard it before, but before I could even think about it it just came out of my mouth, and I referenced the name a few more times in the scene then we continued with the montage.

After our montage, we all sat down to go through notes with our teacher. He mentioned that he liked the specifics of the names in our lawn scene, and Drew tells us that it was a really weird scene for him because when he entered the scene, he had an image of his friend Bobby Torkilson in his head, and was loosely modeling his character after him. While he was playing his character, he kept thinking "Bobby Torkilson. Bobby Torkilson." and then when I blurted out that last name, he was stunned.

WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How? How? How? How? Why? How?!?! How did that happen!?

Muddy ride into work today.






Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Oh so THAT'S why I sound like a man.

Freddie Mercury. Bette Middler. Rod Stewart. Justin Timberlake. Whitney Houston. Robert Plant. Julie Andrews. Annie Lennox. Madonna. Nathan Lane. Joni Mitchell.

What do all of these awesome people have in common? Herpes.

Just kidding! But at some point in their lives they have all developed a condition called vocal nodules likely due to the strain they put on their vocal chords from their acting and singing careers. Basically, we're taking about a mass of tissue growing in the middle of each of vocal chord, preventing the normal airflow that it takes to create a clear, unobstructed sound.

Thus the person with the vocal nodules is sporting a not-so-sexy hoarse and painful voice that frequently breaks like a pre-pubescent boy and has trouble sustaining long notes or projecting over ambient noise.

Now I'm not a professional singer or actor, but I sure got 'em. I invite you to take a gander at the current state of my vocal chords and then I'll teach you more. These pictures were taken a couple of weeks ago. Say hi to my chords!



When you are not talking, your chords stay open like the second picture. When you talk or sing or clear your throat or hum, the folds flap open and closed like the wings of a hummigbird, and that vibration is how we make noise. The problem with vocal nodules (or nodes, as they are often referred to) is that when you are making noise and your vocal chords are flapping open and closed (at practically a supersonic rate that can only be detected by slow motion scope cameras), those bumps are slamming against each other. That means it's almost impossible for them to heal.

See in the first picture how there are air pockets on top of and below that nodes? That means there is extra air escaping when I talk, which explains why I have a breathy, smoker's man-voice. And since that extra air is escaping when I hold out notes, that's why I run out of breath much faster than those around me when I'm saying a long sentence or trying to sustain a note.

Ok - so why did this happen? Well it's hard to tell. But I know it started months and months ago, if not years. And I know that I'm in two choirs, taking improv classes, and on nine nights out of 10 I'm at concerts, comedy shows, in bars or restaurants, or chatting with friends pretty much up until I go to sleep. Plus (and I know this is all no one's fault but mine) I'm kind of prone to loud-talking, over-talking and yes, yelling at times. Now any one of those things could be enough strain on your voice to give you nodules, but all of them together? That's a big fat recipe for nothin' but nodules.

The game plan: Well, in some awful cases of the infliction, surgery is required. But you can tell from the pictures that mine aren't gigantic, and since I'm only 25 I can try to fix this stuff now before it worsens. After my initial ENT appointment where I got diagnosed, the doctor and vocal therapist prescribed eight weeks of vocal therapy and training, which aims to heal the voice I've got and to reteach me how to speak in a way that is much kinder to my chords.

And let me tell you, it is supremely difficult. Reteaching yourself how to talk feels like, I don't know, like reteaching yourself how to walk if you couldn't feel your legs. I think about every word that comes out of my mouth. In therapy, we start with one letter at a time and learn how to use words that start with that letter in a higher register, with more breath being released, and even holding my head in a different place. Through physical therapy we are literally trying to coax my voice box down to a better place in my neck (how alien is that?).

Anyway. I'm not dying! I'm not even sick. It's just...work. And I quit choir. And I'm trying to stop being such a loudmouth and learn how to be a better listener, not just because it's better for other people but literally if I don't stop using my voice so much, there might not be any voice left for me to use.

Plus, if Miley Cirus can get rid of her vocal nodules, then I really should be able to do the same. Party in the USA, guys, right? Party in the USA.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

I have the cutest niece on the whole entire planet.

Besides the fact that she's teething and wants to shove your fingers into her mouth and then bite them with her alarmingly sharp bottom two teeth and massive jaw strength...

Besides the fact that she is 8 months old and thus experiencing separation anxiety and shies away at anyone's touch and starts screaming when anyone besides her mom or occasionally her dad tries to hold her...

Besides the fact that just this week she reached an age in which she's old enough to know when she's in the car and thus scream and bawl because she hates being in the car seat...

And besides the fact that we were traveling from Berkeley to Yosemite which is 3+ hours (each way) of oftentimes maddening infant cries and bursts of frustration...

I have to ask you, HOW CUTE IS MY NEW NIECE?!?!?!