Jeff and I are off to Thrifty’s once he wakes up.
I have been thinking about what I like in an actor.
A good actor works consistently and takes time off only when she must. She tries different roles and treats everything about herself as a component of performance. She can differentiate between the toxic pixie dusts of celebrity and notoriety, interviews graciously, is courteous to fans and professional with coworkers. She is judicious in her use of alcohol and drugs. She leaves her personal life out of her work unless it helps to bring snap to the performance, recognizes and honours excellence in others, never stops learning and protects those aspects of herself which make for great performances against all comers. She can take direction and make suggestions. She understands as much about the business of acting as she needs to. She takes every job seriously, even the fun ones. And the only time you hear about her when you aren’t actually watching her is when she’s promoting a role; she saves the interesting stuff for the screen and stays out of the fricking tabloids. A good actor is a working actor. A good actor balances knowing what she does best with working in a challenging role, knowing she might fail spectacularly. A good actor is too busy working to worry about the last blazing success or ignominious turkey.
Soup lunch today. I may bake something if I feel energetic enough.
I have decided that I am an Assam person, not a Darjeeling person. I may blend the two teas together; that’s pretty much how they make English breakfast tea anyway. Proper loose leaf tea is really a thing of beauty.
Were you aware that the global price of coffee is going to triple over the next five years? If you can bring yourself to stop drinking it except as a treat you’ll be doing the planet and your wallet a favour.
The California drought is going to end. Whether it will be enough to save the almond plantations is an open question.