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Thursday, April 29, 2010

Sandra Bullock


Over the past several months, hundreds of people could have blown Sandra Bullock's privacy regarding the adoption of her new African American son, Louis.

Of her whereabouts as she moved from Austin to New Orleans.

Of her divorce proceedings.

Of the feelings they have seen her endure since her world was blindsided.

Hundreds.

Any number of them could have leaked *something* to the media about any number of the changes she has made.

More, any one of those hundreds of people - who even saw her just in passing - could have made *big* money spilling whatever single bean they had to pour into the starving ubiquitous paparazzi/media's gullet.

Still, they did not.

For more than 20 years, Sandra Bullock has established herself with people who know her well and those who only know her at a distance as a person of integrity, love, sincerity, generosity, compassion, dedication and intelligence; she's a savvy businessperson, sharp producer and now an Academy Award winning actress. The list of her positive attributes goes on.

This is not to proclaim her a saint or someone without human frailties; it only means she moves with good intentions and integrity. I know a writer who worked with her on a film he scribed that actually never got made (thank you Warner Brothers) and he spoke of her only with the highest regard.

At any road, I think in addition to feeling as if she is a special kind of friend, personally known or not, those who knew anything about what she has and has not done believed she had been betrayed enough.

By only one person.

Who did more damage than a hundred leakers, tattle-talers or gossip mongers could.

What he did, the way he did it, is enough unprotected duplicity, enough deception, double-crossing, dishonesty, lying, treachery, fraud and cruelty to last even the worst among us a lifetime.

I believe all those hundreds of people - some who saw, some who knew and some who even supposed, figured she suffered enough without them adding needlessly to the hurt pile.

It's as if she experienced the polar opposites of human behavior simultaneously - ultimate betrayal and ultimate loyalty. Fortunately, those loyal to her by far outnumber those who betrayed her. And those who betrayed her are left outside her life's window now, only allowed to peer in - a fate dealt by their own hand.

Some days, humankind actually rocks.

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Yodeling: the controversy!

I have always loved yodeling, preferably Alpine yodeling, but just about any other type is OK by me, too. I don't think it's just because I can yodel.

But, news to me, there is a love/hate relationship with the vocal technique that shifts from the chest voice to falsetto and back again. Many people actually do not like yodeling.

I didn't know this until I spoke of characters in The Lonely Goatherd, a romantic comedy I plan to make, yodeling.

They're in *Switzerland.*

In the *Alps.*

It's what people do in the Swiss Alps - and dozens of other nations, come to think of it.

There's the country and Western yodel of North America - the USA and Canada.

There's the romantic yodel of Hawaii.

There's the high spirited yodel in Mexican music.

Even exotic Throat Singers have a yodeling style.

What's not to love?

One of the actresses was happy to learn to play the accordion as a beautiful Swiss Miss, but balked at the idea of having to yodel, too. I think her response was, "Yodeling? Really? Eeeeeeeeeew."

Ask people on the street if they like yodeling? I'm shocked to report - they say not so much. One film distributor even *winced* when I mentioned the word. They believe most people do not like yodeling, so maybe we should drop it from the picture.

Wasn't there yodeling in The Sound of Music - one of the most successful films of all time? The song gave me the idea for the film!

Today, at the bank, I asked the teller, who otherwise seems to be a lovely person, "Yodeling. Love it? Hate it?" She responded timidly, "Not... really... a fan."

Really.

Is it the sound, the music or the idea of the yodel? Yodeling songs are upbeat. No one can hear yodeling and not smile, even if it's a sweet, sad song lamenting a lost love or comrade.

There's lots of silly yodeling songs, 'cause they're meant to bring fun to the party - and life. In fact, lots of yodeling songs are considered "drinking songs."

IMO, though there is a hearty debate about it, the best yodeler ever is a guy named Franzl Lang. I play his hits collection CD's often. I like to think I've drawn new fans over to the bright side. My assistants never complained when I played them; they admitted they'd never heard real yodeling like that before, but they never complained.

Although, come to think of it, Matt must have been pretty sensitive, because I believe I caught him wiping a tear one day when I played a couple hours of Franzl's hits.

At the risk of offending anyone, here's one of Franzl. Let me know what you think of yodeling!



In case you've never heard Throat Singing, it's the ability to make extraordinary sounds in the throat simultaneously - high, low, whistling, the works. It started when lonely shepherds in Mongolia, Siberia and other mountain areas in the region started playing with the sounds they could make with their throats. It's now an official, internationally recognized vocal style.

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Monday, April 26, 2010

South Park censors itself after extremist Islamic threats

South Park has skewed every possible cultural icon - religious, political, bodily function, sex, sexual orientation, race, creed, gender - ad infinitim, without censorship for some 14 years. Push the evelope, cross the line, forget good taste is the animated sitcom's motto.

Until now, the program's celebrated 200th episode.

Because of a warning to the show's creators from an Islamic group in New York, they dropped a visual reference to Muhammad - wherein the character was never actually seen but at first in a U-Haul then disguised as a bear. Check the New York Times story here.

So much for "free speech."

I am always amazed at how people who call themselves "believers" of any religion - especially the extremists - seem to have the least faith or belief of anyone when it comes to any of its institutional icons being assailed, parodied or the subject of satirical material.

I would assume that Muhammad's faith would be neither sullied nor upset by anything anyone says or does about him, his image, or his philosophy.

Take the cowards of the Vatican who have refused to apologize and make right the generations of harm done by priests and nuns who have beaten, sexually and verbally abused children in their care. Being honest and making amends instead of continuing the cover up their atrocities would not make anyone think any less of that religion or its leaders than they already do.

Still the faith of the true believers like Sinead O'Connor in their true religion has never been shaken.

When my dog Mistletoe was kidnapped, the first friends to tell me to give up and move on were people who consider themselves devout Christians. I never lost faith. I knew she was alive or I would sense she was not - so would her pet mates at home and they'd act differently.

So for half an hour every day right in the middle of my chemotherapy and radiation treatments, I would do something to find her. One day before the 8th week she went missing, I found her. Thanks to all the work (friends who at least humored me, along with volunteers, helped pass out flyers) done the previous 7.9 weeks, I got a call - a kid knew who stole my dog and gave us her name. Within 12 hours, I had my dog back.

At the time it didn't matter that people called me crazy, warned me that continuing to put all that effort into finding her would make me sicker, an thought me a sorry case for continuing to search for a dog that was "obviously" gone for good.

I had faith and nothing would shake it. I didn't even feel the names or disapproval coming my way.

The devout Christians all pronounced it a miracle and were absolutely stunned. Shocked. Thrilled, but flabbergasted.

Not me. I expected to get her home, one way or another.

I remember reading about a guy whom people called wacky and even put him to death for his beliefs. What ever happened to the stuff he talked about?

His words live on because through it all he had undeniable, unshakable faith - he believed he was telling the truth, even though those around him didn't seem to actually understand what he was saying.

I bet if someone drew a parody cartoon of him with a chisel on a rock he would have laughed at it because something so silly would never interfere with his faith. Nor would it bother anyone else who was a genuine believer in the faith and philosophy.

Oh, ye of little faith.

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Friday, April 23, 2010

Seattle is officially the world's first City of Compassion!

I'm off to a preproduction meeting - I'm on the production team of the day-long international webcast of the hoopla and celebration tomorrow (April 24, Saturday); lots of celebs and compassionistas are coming in to help at the Seattle Center for Spiritual Living.

It all started two years ago with a visit by the Dalai Lama, Bishop Desmond Tutu and other distinguished international leaders working for a more compassionate world to a Seattle mega-conference called Seeds of Compassion.

This is its first seedling. It means that Seattle is actively and publicly committed to doing all it can and devoting resources to help residents treat themselves and each other more compassionately.

I'll be taking pictures, which I'll download as soon as I can (I'll be working from 6:45am-11pm, so sometime after that).

Through the pressures, challenges and toils of the frenzied day, when I feel stressed I'll ask myself, "What would the Dali Lama do?"

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Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Confucius says:


Do what you love, you never work a day in your life.

I hope you, like me, are living your life as a permanent vacation.

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Tuesday, April 20, 2010

The heart is the seat of the soul

The documentary tracing the life of American domestic terrorist Timothy McVeigh narrated by Rachel Maddow on MSNBC showed chapter and verse the classic personality profile of an hysterical psychopath in the guise of someone who considers himself a political activist.

Individually, any of these situations/circumstances cannot be cited as a singular cause, but all together, it creates a classic scenario of someone whose interpretation of the world and life becomes insanely skewed:

1) There was a disconnect with his parents - he did not receive or feel love from his family as a child. Even as he was waiting his death sentence, he said he did not feel love for or from his parents. The fact they were divorced does not, IMO, become a key element, because plenty of children whose parents are divorced, but who feel loved by either or both parents or extended families do just fine.

2) He was bullied in school from day one for being tall and skinny. His nickname was "Noodle." So he felt picked on by bullies over whom he had no power. He never felt as if he belonged and no one came to his defense. He grew to hate bullies and anyone or anything that he considered a bully. Gradually, he came to believe the ultimate bully is the government, and wanted to do something to show he could actually have power over the ultimate bully.

His ego became phenomenally large so he could get even with all the bullies in his life, and even feel he was sticking up for those "bullied" by the government.

3) He could not relate intimately with people. He did not have love in his life - whether friends or women - or pets. He was a man with, literally, nothing to lose, who felt connected to no one and nothing. It did not bother him that the Oklahoma bomb he set off killed and maimed so many children and women. "That's life," he said. "Get over it."

4) Although most anti-government right wing militia members are associated with white supremacists who identify as fundamentalist Christians, he did not believe in hell. He said, "Even if hell exists, I won't be sent there." He had no real sense of spirituality or religion.

5) He lacked empathy, except for others he considered also being bullied. Although a successful enlisted level US soldier in the Gulf War who followed orders well, he came to see his Iraqi enemies as regular people who did nothing wrong except follow what their government told them to do, and came to have a problem killing them.

He also empathized with right wing militia group attacked by the FBI in Waco, Texas. Despite the overwhelming evidence that showed the leader of the Waco anti-government group inside actually started the fire, setting off the explosives that consumed the building and took the lives of men, women and children, like most right wing thinkers, he blamed the government for the devastation.

In fact, the government was severely faulted for the way they handled the incident, those inside created the lethal outcome rather than surrender.

6) After a successful first enlistment, he failed the test to enter the elite Green Berets, and left the military, bitter. Blaming the military and government for his failure to make the cut.

7) He had no purpose in life. From his youngest years until he decided to kill as many American citizens as he could in Oklahoma, because of his lack of friends, close relationships and love, he did have any sense of purpose, any sense of loyalty, any sense of belonging. Only blaming others for his problems, for the problems he believed were created by bullies everywhere - the US Government being the most obvious.

In fact, the people with whom he originally conceived the idea of blowing up the Alfred P. Murrah federal building withdrew because they had families for whom they cared and did not want to put them in harm's way - including government scrutiny.

8) He was responsible to no one. A lone wolf, he could do anything he wanted and "get away with it." Even in death, he still believed he got away with murdering the US Government.

7) He was resentful. Instead of looking inside to see how he could affect change and help those whom he perceived were being bullied, he only saw solutions in striking out, killing and destruction.

8. He could not envision a future. He taught himself to live in the moment so he could be calm in the eye of the maelstrom he was creating. He imagined actually completely destroying the building - he was shocked when he saw it was not a rubble of ash after the explosion - but nothing beyond that. I feel sure this is how he came to be captured so quickly after he detonated the bomb. While he had been meticulous about his preparation and planning to destroy, in his mind, the US Government vicariously by bombing the Oklahoma federal building, practically ever step he took afterward was a careless, amateurish, error.

Make no mistake, the US Government is a bully. It has unjustly put people to death, tampered with other governments - resulting in horrible costs to be paid by their indigenous populations; its drive for world financial domination by greedy multinational corporations and hunger for international political power cannot be denied.

But there is no government that is not guilty of these offenses and much worse. There are few major religions that are not guilty of these offenses and much worse.

The difference is that, on paper at least, we are supposed to be the government, responsible for putting the people in power who are supposed to assure our life, liberty and pursuit of happiness, relying on a free and vigorous press to help us decide for whom to vote.

All these institutions are shaking, quaking and floundering today. I am still not clear who someone called Kate Gosselin (I had to research how to spell her name) is, but I see her face splattered everywhere in what passes for the "news" in the US.

Still - it is up to us to make a difference to protect ourselves from the bullies in our culture - if it's the federal government, blow the whistle and work for change. Those on the inside are most frequently too locked in or vulnerable to effect positive change. If it's business, report them to the folks who can stop abuses or assist in the positive changes that ultimately need to be made - who, not incidentally, work in local, state and federal government.

I see the age of the Internet ultimately one of the greatest keys for positive change.

Dickens said there are two enemies of humanity: want and ignorance. Of the two, he said ignorance is the most destructive.

While haters spout so much ignorance and vile on the www, other people eager to learn how to right the wrongs - to address injustice, abuses, and help create a more prosperous, peaceful (the two go hand in hand), indisputable world where everyone starts with a level playing field to work for a good life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness can find tools, motivation and instructions there. It's the world's most valuable learning apparatus if you seek an education.

Of course, none of it works unless we feel supported, loved and included.

While it's been written that sitting at our computers distances us from others, my experience is that I've made some very close friends through my work on the Internet, as have many people I know.

The TV commercial in which actress Ellen Page visits an elementary school class in Canada (US viewers think it's in the US) that connects them through the Internet with an elementary school class in China is a perfect example. As we get to know more people as they really are - we can make truly informed, humane and healthy choices.

The most basic choice we have: to add poison or positive solutions to humankind.

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Monday, April 19, 2010

An upbeat day!

Persistence may be the key to all success, but determination precedes it. And, like Dolly, I've got that in spades! I dare you not to dance!

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Thursday, April 15, 2010

On my way to Nedra's

My singing coach Nedra Gaskill has a studio several miles north of Seattle (she has one south of Seattle, too, but I go north), and I love the drive going and coming because of these creatures - two llamas and a herd of goats - that seem to pop out of nowhere. The area is rife with housing projects.

I've wanted to share this scenery with you for a long time, so today I stopped to take pictures.

The dark llama "lost his ears" when he walked up to me - within inches of my nose - on his own. I didn't touch him, because I know llamas are a little stressed when they lay their ears back. They normally only spit at other llamas, but I didn't want to risk an errant spit, 'cause llama spit *stinks.*

Several years ago I "housesat" a farm while the owners were gone for a summer. It was in exchange for food and board while I wrote one of my books.

I took care of the animals, including chickens and cows, huge fruit and vegetable gardens and more.

I would take a walk every day at lunch, and visit a llama farm down the road. I asked the owners if I could hug their llamas; they actually said "sure," without even pointing and laughing at me.

Llamas ordinarily aren't into lots of handling or affection. But these llamas seemed to love it - when I would approach the farm, they would see me from a distance and walk to the fence I would enter, lining up for a little chat and hug.

So every day I'd make my way to the llama farm and hug the llamas as I chatted with them about my book, adventures of the place for which I was caring, gossip about other animals in the area, whatever.

Hugging llamas is very cool. They are soft, cuddly and affectionate. At least the llamas I hung out withthat summer.

These goats weren't baaaaahd, either.










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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

A Hate Crime Hits Home



I'm sorry and shocked to report the stepdaughter of my friend Eric Roberts was the victim of a hate crime in Los Angeles.

A window in her home was shattered completely - she had a "no on prop 8" sign on it. Prop 8 makes marriage between same sex couples illegal; the majority of California voters passed it.

In addition to Eric's stepdaughter, rescued dogs and other people in the house were endangered by the attack. The area of the house destroyed is where Morgan, a chef, does her food prep work.

Eric and his wife Eliza have long been supporters of human rights; he's part of the We Give A Damn PSA campaign - an attempt to stop bigotry against lesbians, gays, bi and transgendered folks.

In support of Eric, Eliza and Morgan, here's one of the Damn PSA's:

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Wednesday, April 07, 2010

The best part of getting older...


... is seeing karma in action.

It really works. :-)

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