Julie Newmar Writes

Yesterday I sat down in front of a mirror, and came face to face with a different person. My house does have many mirrors. I tell people they are there to expand space, as this house is small, “to bring in more light.” It’s partially true, but I wonder that it is somehow for the expansion of self.

Although I mostly like what I see, isn’t a mirror essentially a kind of neutral friend? You check in and check out briefly what the affect of the day’s assemblage of clothes, make up and hair will project. Daily we do self-consciously construct a kind of public camouflage which helps boost our self-esteem. How we think we know who we are thus gets measured by the layered responses of others. But this morning as I sat before this “neutral friend” I began to see more. The person I’d become as well as my true physical appearance exposed in front of me.. I quietly met a new person, perhaps this time even more to my liking, a soul glimpse, if you will. Here was a person I could trust . . . capable of intimacy.

Intimacy!!

That tenuous word.

Wait, wasn’t intimacy a kind of sacred place? A place of… near oneness? Or was it some missing piece of life long awaited, an empty space where sacrifice and ridiculous posturing has obscured what I truly am.

I need time to think about this.

Conclusion: I had traveled for a few moments into a space I knew I wanted to go more often with others.

Suggestion: Do this again. Sit in front of a mirror and see who’s there.

Oh the magic of Renee Zelleweger.

What is it like for her to be connected to this magnificent gift?

What we see of her on the screen, in her moment to moment thought processes is simply unmatched by other actresses. These emotional transitions she makes, her ability to move us, can she be like the rest of us?

What she does is astonishing. From the point where her entire body as well as her face takes in information, processes and delivers it; she transforms what we thought we knew into something far greater. Michelangelo did it in marble, he moved us. This is what we come to expect from great art, theater.

What does it feel like to have this ability to move other people?

Holy Grail! ….tell me what it is . . . I know it when I see it, we all do.

This is what to aim for. This is what ambition should be about.

This is right ambition

Entertainment Industry & Self Censorship

How can children behave if parents are in chaos? These are my thoughts about self-censorship for the entertainment industry heard on C-SPAN, 6/29/07, moderated by Senator Jay Rockefeller (D—WV). When I watch Mr. Rockefeller, a notably subdued man, I contrast his halcyon days of womanizing with the reprimanding, staid attitude he exhibits. Although our inclination is to thrash the messenger (the entire entertainment industry—and they will thrash back), is it not the government, the parent Mr. Rockefeller represents, which has brought the most chaos, deception, and sewage down upon the people? Yes, the people voted by a questionable majority for the current president, essentially a straw man, a man of pompous ignorance who is hiding the real disaster: those greedy sublevel operators who have been siphoning off the wealth of America. This voracious creaming of our capital and prosperity sent our values plummeting at an astonishing speed before the rest of the world, our true family. The American people don’t know what happened to them. They still think 9-11 was someone else’s fault. Not at all. It was a reaction to actions from this government, sold to the highest insider bidders, all done on the backs of American workers. It is not a conspiracy anymore than anyone else’s deceit and descent is a “conspiracy”. Such things happen with power: too tall, you fall. The meek can rise. If not America’s, then a new purity will ascend in importance. America will go on, perhaps longer than Britain after 1914. The gross weight of its talent and energy will fortunately be spread beyond its borders for many more to share (the Gates foundation, intellectual outsourcing, what’s mine is yours . . . for the searching, etc.).
Far from stagnant, I await the future.