Aaawww.

I’ve seen people pissed off at getting silver, but that was the saddest lineup of faces accepting silver I’ve ever seen.

Maybe it’s the oversized nature of hockey jerseys, which must be filled with their crazy energy, because without it, Team USA suddenly looked like little kids. Not pouty or wallowing, but justifiably disappointed. Which probably only made the country prouder of them for having so much heart in the game, the tournament.

I was going to say yesterday, that if they didn’t win, I hoped it’d at least be a good game (but didn’t want to be a downer). And I’m ambivalent about elements of the Olympics, so I probably don’t care as much. That said, during the game, I was hoping for gold for them the whole time.

It was a nice break from worrying about what amounts to a pretty bad month as far as employment, acting or otherwise—no jobs, just “almosts” if that—a general sense of disappointment with people I know and well, if you’ve been following, the other stuff that is my life. I’m sure for a lot of people it’s been tough.

Sports can be a pleasant escape. Ideally, something to kind of feel proud or hopeful about, maybe even a part of, if only because you’re a citizen of the flag that’s on the screen at the moment, for something good. It may sound corny (unless I, being a great actress, said it) but thanks Team USA, for that.

Another “chance” for me today. An audition.

February 20, 2010. Torrance, CA. Disney animator Andreas Deja adds a drawing of Mama Odie to the wall after a signing at Stuart Ng Books.

I resized it for the site, but full-frame, the white cuff stands out.

Apple from the fall. Going through my photos to update the gallery on the primary site.

I draw very little. And I draw very little.

I was reading about privacy issues with Buzz. And the article said something about contradictory messages from the public about privacy.

I bet what they’re wondering is why people say they value their privacy so much, yet give up information every day. I don’t think it’s just stupidity or obliviousness.

Humans are social creatures and most need interaction, intimacy. Yet so many people, especially with unemployment or employment that simply drains one of the energy to connect outside of work, are isolated.

Where we might talk to friends on a day to day basis, we now have public-private or is it private-public relationships? The internet feels oddly, grossly commual sometimes.

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It could just be stupidity or obliviousness, too.