Dreams
Last night I had a disturbing dream: Jason Schwartzman (of Rushmore fame) kept calling me, telling me he wanted to come over. "All right," I told him, but he kept pushing the visit back until it was 3 a.m. I had to tell him that it was too late to come, that I had to work the next morning.
What brought about this dream? Why, seeing him in person at the Chicago International Film Festival. He and Claire Danes fielded questions after a screening of Steve Martin's new film Shopgirl. I must admit to being impressed: Claire was perhaps the most articulate 26-yr-old I've ever seen, and I just want to be friends with Jason. The friend I was with had seen his old band Phantom Planet peform their first-ever show in Chicago a few years back, then later saw them in London when she studied abroad in England. Seeing her in London after the show, Jason gave her a huge hug. Now, that's a cool guy. I only wish she'd played her cards right and hung out with him back then. Who knows? Last night we could've been taken along to swank restaurant Japonais before the panel, laughing merrily with our friend Jason Schwartzman.
Yeah, in my dreams. Well, one of them.
In other news:
- My name will be appearing on imdb.com! Back in February when I was unemployed, I did body makeup on the set of my old flatmate's film. And now I'm going to be searchable come the winter!
- Speaking of friends--they never cease to amaze. One of my good friends was walking down the street with her boyfriend when someone shouted out a car window. Something about getting a tattoo at a store? They walked over to check it out, and sure enough, the boutique was doing a promotion: first person to get a tattoo with the store's logo would win a $1,000 shopping spree. Only caveats: must be in a visible place and be kept unaltered for a year. 'What the hey,' thought my friend, and let a slightly intoxicated tattoo artist (already set up in the store) put the logo on her forearm. She's currently $600 into her account, with another $400 or so to go throughout the upcoming year. Pretty good story, non?
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posted by Theresa @ 10/12/2005 04:43:00 PM
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Claire was perhaps the most articulate 26-yr-old I've ever seen
What? I'm fairly well known for being pretty articulate, so are most 26 year olds I know/knew that you've probably seen too. I find this designation puzzling.
Also, I've heard of people being impressed by the eloquence of teens perhaps but isn't 26 somewhere after the cuttoff point? I.E. one's verbal skills tend not to grow much between say, your mid-twenties and your mid-fifties.
-Rory
It was her vocabulary, not the fact she didn't say 'um' at all (which she didn't). She talked about self-actualization and referencing dichotomies or self-imposed blah blah blah---that kind of thing. The girl did go to Yale, y'know. In retrospect, she may have had rote answers, but still. I was impressed.
Hmph. Vocabulary rarely impresses me, especially not academicspeak.
I saw Vince Vaughn walk up the escalator at the Michigan avenue Borders last night, then he came back down and had Jennifer Aniston with him. I find celebrity encounters irritating because I know who they are and they don't know who I am. And they should.
-Rory
Holy shit, that's cool! I'm sorry, I get all excited when I see a famous person. Or even semi-famous. Or known just to me and the 500 other people who happen to watch their TV show, as happened when I lived in London. I was addicted to a Scottish melodrama called 'Monarch of the Glenn,' and one of the balls I attended one of the stars was there. A few months later in a coffee shop in Covent Garden I saw yet another 'Monarch' fellow.
Somehow it makes me feel like I'm in the right place.
So tell me: what was Jennifer wearing? Was she hot? Did she have wrinkles?
Well, I tried not to stare, I felt that was the key thing. I was happy to see that no one seemed to be making a fuss over them, though as I was walking out (probably just after they'd walked out) I think the store employees were giggling/mock giggling and I think it was about them. I got a better look at Vince than Jen, who seemed to be wearing…something grey, didn't really notice, and I didn't look at her too closely. They were accompanied by a not-famous guy in Sox gear. I would hate to have the simple act of walking through a Borders become such a big deal. I am quite intent on becoming a literary superstar someday but that's a level of fame you don't have to worry too much about. You know, John Grisham doesn't have to deal with his everyday interactions with strangers being warped by celebrity. On the other hand I will always want to act but probably just on the stage or in little low budget films that I also write. Yeah, I've got it all planned out.
-Rory
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