Tuesday, June 30, 2009

artists without day jobs

what's worse than having a job you hate? not having a job at all. excuse me while i go crush my skull w/a hammer...

Monday, June 29, 2009


i'm making decisions.
nothing i can talk about too publicly.
BUT, i'm excited.

new song obsession

human of the year, regina spektor

Calling a Carl Prejektorinski to the front of the catherdral.
You have won, dear sir
may i congratulate you first?
Oh what an honour.
Human, human of the year, you are.
Human, human of the year, you are.

Why are you so scared?
You stand there shaking in the pew.
The icons are whispering to you,
they're just old men,
like on the benches in the park,
except their balding spots are glistening with gold.
Human, human of the year, you are.
Human, human of the year, you are.

Ahh ah ah.
You have won.


Outside the cars are beeping out a song just in your honour.
And although they do not know it,
all mankind are now your brothers.
And thus the cathedral had spoken, wishing well to all the sinners.
And with a sigh grew silent.
Until next year's big human winner.
Outside the cars are beeping out a song just in your honour.
And although they do not know it all mankind are now your brothers.
All mankind are now your brothers.


Calling a Carl Prejektorinski to the front of the catherdral.
You have won.

thinking in song lyrics part 3

get me away from here i'm dying
play me a song to set me free
nobody writes them like they used to
so it may as well be me
here on my own now after hours
here on my own now on a bus
think of it this way
you could either be successful or be us
with our winning smiles, and us
with our catchy tunes, and us
now we're photogenic
you know, we don't stand a chance
oh, i'll settle down with some old story
about a boy who's just like me
thought there was love in everything and everyone
you're so naive
After a while they always get it
They always reach a sorry end
still it was worth it as i turned the pages solemnly, and then
with a winning smile, the boy
with naivety succeeds
at the final moment, i cried
i always cry at endings

oh, that wasn't what i meant to say at all
from where I'm sitting, rain
washing against the lonely tenement
has set my mind to wander
into the windows of my lovers
they never know unless i write
this is no declaration, i just thought i'd let you know goodbye
said the hero in the story
it is mightier than swords
i could kill you sure
but i could only make you cry with these words

(get me away from here i'm dying by belle & sebastian)

Friday, June 26, 2009


does anyone feel a piece of their soul dying at their day job...at least it's friday.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

delicious or disgusting? i say both.

new website discovered!
this is why you're fat: where dreams become heart attacks


does hate come from your heart or somewhere else?

ape genius

i love monkeys. this is nothing new. last nite i was fortunate enough to stumble upon "ape genius" on nova on pbs. this shit was AMAZING. you must watch it in it's entirety. but here's a sample to whet your appetite. click here to watch the whole episode.

breafast at sulimay's


the world can be such an ugly place.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009


gotta love j-bel.

even more websites...





i think a lot about robots. or, more specifically, how little i resemble one.

my employer, henceforth referred to as 'the doctor', seems to disagree.

the doctor believes that the more like a robot i am the better i am as an employee.

there are many indications of his belief. perhaps the most maddening is the fact that he monitors my piss breaks [but not my enormous water and tea intake]. whatever i drink i should have to urinate no more than the setting he has placed me on.

being like a robot, when not on a dancefloor, is virtually impossible for people. all people. but perhaps especially for artists who are working at their art as often as their day jobs enable them to.

point in proof: do robots think about robots? [no.] [unless they are programmed to.]

Websites to Make the Time Pass

loves this website:

particularly this entry.

where do babies come from?

denmark is very socially progressive--the first country to legalize pornography and same-sex unions--so it's fitting that a danish author, per holm knudsen, wrote how a baby is made, an incredibly detailed children's book that depicts penetration and crowning.
check this out!

Monday, June 22, 2009

monday, monday

monday's are the worst.
no, seriously...the blow.

thinking in song lyrics part 2

i wanna make
something beautiful
for you and from you
to show you
to show you
i adore you
oh you

and your journey
toward me
which I see
and I see
all you push through
mad for you
and because of you

i couldn't thank you in ten thousand years
if I cried ten thousand rivers of tears
ah but you know the soul
and you know what makes it gold
you who give life through blood
blood, blood, blood...

oh I wanna make something
so lovely for you
'cause I promised that's what i'd do for you
with the bible I stole
i know you forgave my soul
because such was my need
on a chronic christmas eve
and I think we're agreed that it
should have been free
and you sang to me

they dress the wounds of my poor people
as though they're nothing
saying "peace"
when there's no peace

they dress the wounds of my poor people
as though they're nothing
saying "peace"
when there's no peace

days without number
days without number

now can a bride forget her jewels
or a maid her ornaments
yet my people forgotten me

days without number
days without number

and in their want
oh in there want
and in their want
who'll dress their wounds
who'll dress their wounds

(something beautiful by sinead o'connor)



i will attach this as well, but i warn you...the video is graphic.
quite frankly, graphic doesn't do it justice but if i were to go
on about it i wouldn't be able to stop. so i will leave you with the links.


by far the hardest of days. after a weekend of performances in a hotter than hell theatre there is no place i'd rather be right now than sitting in this office. no place. my alarm went off this morning and i popped out of bed as excited as can be at the prospect of another day, another week, of "work." my stomach hurts, my throat hurts, and i'm so beyond tired. and it's not just any monday. it's industry nite! which means after this hellish day is over i head to the theatre for a swealtering performance for an audience of actors! i need mental prep time for that. i need a nice day at home. in bed. sleeping. i work hard. i don't want to "work" too. i'm a generally lazy person w/very little drive when it comes to anything. but i pull my shit together when it comes to being an actor. to have my shit together as office manager in addition is simply asking too much. and i want babies! how the hell am i going to manage that? and who am i to complain? that's really the worst part. the guilt. b/c i am doing what i love. b/c i do have a steady paycheck and the ever elusive key to my life - health insurance. but it doesn't make this day, or any other day, any easier. i recognize that this makes me a horrible, ungrateful person. but it's monday. and i'm miserable.

Friday, June 19, 2009

faces of us

photo campaign dedicated to bringing the fight for lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender rights to the national spotlight.



Sometimes, I wonder if working with people who get paid more than I do and are substantially less intelligent than I am is the Universe's way of punishing me.

My So Called Awkward Life

Accidental Nudity:
So I have this problem of accidentally being nude when I shouldn't be...

In high school my senior year prom I was skipping with a friend when her watch got caught on my strap and she yanked thinking it was my arm and I was topless on the dance floor.

The next summer I was a camp counselor and went off a water slide in a tankini and the pressure from the drop left me topless in front of twenty kids ages seven to twelve.

One day I woke up in my bed naked only to find an entire crew of construction workers outside my window.

Last night this great tradition continued. I was heading to the gym to go swimming. I was in my swimsuit and had oversized work out pants on. The combination of lycra on lycra resulted in my pants falling down as I was walking to my car. Luckily I was in an alley way.

i have taken to thinking only in song lyrics...

i see problems down the line
i know that I’m right
there was a dirt upon your hands
doing the same mistake twice
making the same mistake twice

come on over and be so caught up
it's not about compromising

i see problems down the line
i know that I’m right
i see darkness down the line
i know its hard to fight
there was a dirt upon your hands
doing the same mistake twice
making the same mistake twice

come on over
be so caught up its all about compromise

i see problems down the line
i know that I’m right.

don’t let the darkness eat you up

(down the line by jose gonzalez)

Where Have All the Patrons Gone

I'm just curious what happened to the great tradition of patrons supporting artists. It seems like somewhere along the line people stopped caring about art and started to care more about celebrity. It saddens me deeply. I think that's why there's a lot of mediocrity going on. People can be shitty at what they do but if they're cute and have the right connections they can, 'make it'.

Goths In Hot Weather ©: The Eagle of Goth

Goths In Hot Weather ©: The Eagle of Goth

can someone buy me this outfit?
i think it would flatter my figure.

how appropriate!

fail owned pwned pictures
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What I Really Do Too...

I am an opera singer working with a small opera company out in Colorado. I will keep those who may be interested updated on performances.

That's me in Kurt Weil's, 'Street Scene'

NPR loves Regina Spektor

listen away:

what i really do...

when i'm not "working" i'm working as an actor. chicago peeps check this show out!!!


get half price tickets on goldstar!


more websites to pass the time





Pandora Mixes

What are some of your favorite Pandora mixes?

Websites to Make the Time Pass







Welcome to Artists With Day Jobs. This will hopefully be a site for a collaborative expression of what it's like to be an artist with a day job. You can kvetch, post work, peruse, whatever. A group of us had this idea the other day and figured there'd be no harm in trying it out.
Peace it,
Artists With Day Jobs