GRETCHEN EGOLF, Los Angeles CA
1. Decide which country I'd like to live in.
2. Pack my toothbrush (and nothing else).
3. Set fire to my apartment and stand back smoking a cigar, admiring the flames.
4. Drive to the airport.
5. Set fire to my car and stand back smoking a cigar, admiring the flames.
6. Get on the plane to the aforementioned mystery country (I'm routing for Greece at the moment...).
7. Order a cocktail and toast my new life. And never look back.
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Friday, May 16, 2008
The 7 pieces of reading material lying nearest to Gretchen at this moment (in order of proximity)
GRETCHEN EGOLF, Los Angeles CA
1. Introduction to Buddhism by Geshe Kelsang Gyatso
2. Philip's Family World Atlas. I pick this up almost daily. Either to use as a writing surface or to see where the hell Myanmar actually is anyway.
3. Allure magazine. There was a copy at the gym and I stole it. For make-up tips. I'm not kidding. I'm an actress, people, what are you gonna do?
4. Auditioning: An Actor Friendly Guide, by Joanna Merlin. Did I mention I'm an actress? The woman who wrote this is great - I just took a Michael Chekhov workshop with her.
5. The New Yorker. Because I live in Los Angeles. Where you really need the New Yorker.
6. The Week.
7. Private Lives by Noel Coward and A Coney Island of the Mind, poems by Lawrence Ferlinghetti (They are exactly equidistant, so they share 7th place)
1. Introduction to Buddhism by Geshe Kelsang Gyatso
2. Philip's Family World Atlas. I pick this up almost daily. Either to use as a writing surface or to see where the hell Myanmar actually is anyway.
3. Allure magazine. There was a copy at the gym and I stole it. For make-up tips. I'm not kidding. I'm an actress, people, what are you gonna do?
4. Auditioning: An Actor Friendly Guide, by Joanna Merlin. Did I mention I'm an actress? The woman who wrote this is great - I just took a Michael Chekhov workshop with her.
5. The New Yorker. Because I live in Los Angeles. Where you really need the New Yorker.
6. The Week.
7. Private Lives by Noel Coward and A Coney Island of the Mind, poems by Lawrence Ferlinghetti (They are exactly equidistant, so they share 7th place)
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