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November 4, 2004

Diary 11 / 23-years-old / NYC
November! Down to the last two months…
It’s nearing the end of my first year in New York. While I’m struggling to get some artistic foot-hold, an invitation to a workshop production of “The Studio” from a dear college instructor–and a gorgeous and unexpected encounter with a great artist–teach me about focusing on life, first.

November 4, 2004 pg1
November 4, 2004 pg1

November 4, 2004 pg2
November 4, 2004 pg2
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September 1, 2004

Diary 11 / 23-years-old / NYC
The last Antonio story brought up Donald Trump… this one brings up my father, and a certain Nazi dictator. Eh. What is it with this guy?? It’s the story of how we met. Be sure to watch January 20, 2005 to get the story of why we Never See One Another Again. This is a fun one.

September 1, 2004 pg1
September 1, 2004 pg1

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September 1, 2004 pg2

TBDiary + The Moth

Last week I told a story at a Moth Storyslam here in NYC. The topic was “Lost and Found” and I talked about how reading my diaries has found the Truth behind the stories I’ve told so often. And I won! 🙂 If you don’t already listen to The Moth Podcast, check them out. The host: CJ Hunt, was pretty rad, too.

The Moth
Nope, not excited at_all.

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March 28, 2004

Diary 11 / 22 years-old / NYC
It’s probably safe to say my first interest in acting was being The Music Video Girl. I watched *a lot* of VH1 and MTV in my day. And just three short months into my adulthood in NYC… it happens! Dreams come true.  
Watch my stellar performance as a Music Video Girl (MVG), below.

March 28, 2004
March 28, 2004
The day my dream came true.

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January 20, 2005

Diary 11 / 23-years-old / New York City
It’s a little strange to think back to my first years in New York. Being a young-20s female in this city is a singular experience. Maybe it’s no different than any other city, but the Concrete Jungle had never felt more aptly named. There’s the feeling of providence–being young and vibrant, and nothing but potential (and in my case–pursuing acting and modeling–the dream that life would be Magical and Easy); and the reality of a certain powerlessness–not knowing the game, the players, or the community to which you may ultimately belong. I wouldn’t do it again, that’s for sure; but looking back, the things a young woman encounters in this period, and the ways in which she survives, could write tomes. I wouldn’t be surprised if the male experience is the same.

January 20, 2005
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January 20, 2005
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I mean it, and so does my Trumped cat:
register to vote https://www.usa.gov/register-to-vote

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My cat, Frederick, Trumped.
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