Why does nobody listen? And by nobody I mean everybody

Quote from Pat Tillman's brother (killed by friendly fire) speaks for itself:

"Somehow, the same incompetent, narcissistic, virtueless, vacuous, malicious criminals are still in charge of this country. Somehow, this is tolerated. Somehow, nobody is accountable for this."

Seriously - where is the accountability in our government? To the citizens? Because if it's merely in the voting polls, it's not enough. Don't other countries have referendums and such? A coup is too much to ask for, and too ridiculous, but seriously, something's got to give...

Rip Van Brendar

Just awoke from sleeping over 15 hours. That's right F-I-F-T-E-E-N. I think (hope) that perhaps I've finally made up for all the lack of sleep that I suffered over this past month's filming. Because, though I like to sleep, I don't think I've slept for that length of time since I was a teenager...which was...uh...not all that...long ago.

Sigh.

Fresh good news, though - I've been asked by my old director, Michelangelo Alasá, to participate in another musical at Duo, this time focusing on Marilyn Monroe. It's also along the lines of Chez Garbo. I pick up a script, etc. Monday or Tuesday, so I'll have more information later. Though I no longer harbor any desire to do musical theater, I do LOVE working with Michael, and he's assembled a cast of the old regulars, whom I also LOVE working with, so maybe it'll keep me out of film long enough to have time to do some more work on my own recording. I just hope it doesn't ruin my "street cred." Of which, as you know, I have SO much.

Why won't we take all our clothes off?

Been REPEATEDLY listening to Paula Valstein's La La Song and you should, too. Right now. Stop listening to my music, as I know you obsessively are and hop on over there. Or check out her MySpace Page. And if you're wondering why I don't have her as a friend on my MySpace Page it's because I'm terrified by the idea that she might actually listen to my tracks. And then I'd have to hang my canned music head in shame. But she is my "friend" on my personal MySpace Page. Cause she rocks. By which I mean she's amazing. By which I mean I'm jealous.

In the dead of night

Why is it that the things that we want, don't seem to want us? Is it because they're wrong for us? Or is it because they're just harder to get?

And why does this sound like freakin' Sarah Jessica Parker on that abomination Sex In The City?

Seriously, though. A) I can't believe this is my first blog topic in 4 months; B) What is the deal with our desires/longings/egos?. Is it that we will always want what we can't have? Or is it that the things that we can have lose their allure because they make it easy? Is the grass always greener, even if you know it's not?

Heady questions, uneasily answered, perhaps even rhetorical. Nevertheless a continuous concern. By which I mean annoying. By which I mean, why?

On another note (no pun intended) I also realized that I hadn't put any notice on here about my new, very, very lo-fi recordings. So there it is. Your moment of Zen. Or something.