for tonight and always...

space
the final frontier

it's amazing the excuses we make to ourselves
i say "we" because, certainly,
i can't be the only one

space
is an issue for me

if i had more of it
i could write
if i had more of it
i could really concentrate

i tell myself that it would be impossible
to do the impossible
to write a book
from the desktop in my small one bedroom apartment
amongst all the distractions of new york

excuses, excuses
i'm here writing now, aren't i?
all you need is a computer and a somewhat quiet space

hell, jean-dominique bauby
only needed his left eyelid
and the vast expanses of his imagination
to write what would be his opus

we can't all escape to italy
the woods
or our beach house
to get out what's inside of us

and we may never get away
from what is truly un-get away-able

but we persevere
two steps forward, two steps back


i "lost" my first oscar last night

granted, i'm saying this with a grin
and in the loosest sense of the word "my"

but the film "across the universe" was nominated for best costumes
and i did in fact wear one of those (MANY) garments on-screen

i wrote about it HERE some time ago
and it's fun to go back and re-visit those nights
to look at the wonder in my eyes
after stepping onto a film set for the very first time

the magic of the movies
now THAT'S one place we all can escape to


in these harsh grey months before spring arrives
it's difficult to see the light at the end of the tunnel
difficult to leave the house some days, if you don't have to

but inspiration comes from everywhere
both high brows and low

"the diving bell and the butterfly"
one of the most moving pieces of cinema or art
you're ever likely to experience

a testament to the power of the human mind
the human heart
and the human will

to carry on in spite of unimaginable obstacles

but lately, it's not just films
but the whole world that's inspiring me
from the sight of my dog in the snow
after another drunken opening night on broadway
to the shattering and unexpected warmth of a friends support at work
and from the artistry of kanye west
to simple paint on canvas

it has even crept in
at the moment when porn star mary carey
learns she's still that eight year old ballerina
who isn't dirty
who isn't addicted
who dances because it fills her with unquestioning joy

all in front of the cameras
on (of all places) vh1's "celebrity rehab"

the dark, cold days of winter
seem to have gone on for ages this year

it's been a winter i'm proud to have survived

but this earth only spins forward
and the sun sets a little later every night

we're headed for our moments in the sun
i can feel it