i'm in it for the right reasons

my friends who have never watched the bachelor assume i have a black spot on my brain for enjoying it. maybe i do, but i don't consider it important or moving on its own.  beauty is, as they say, in the eye of the beholder. 

when i first started watching the show, i was miserably single and filled with repugnance for the cesspool of potential mates in los angeles.  i found solace in the over-produced manipulations of young drunk women starving for attention.  i drank my whiskey and shouted at the screen in support or disdain for the contestants, who often looked a lot like drag queens - but with less personality, wit, talent, integrity, and charm.  i found genuine comedy in the exalted music that would climax on an overly-lit kiss in a hot tub, and felt deep pity for the girls who were clearly not mentally equipped to handle life in a televised test tube.

since then, i have become a little less fraught with the plight of the dejected, and a little more focused on the fleeting moments of artistical accordance.  i started taking pictures of the screen with m'iphone when an oddly "beautiful" composition appeared so that i could re-frame the content and show my friends, the unbelievers, what glory they were missing.

in my other life as an actor, my job is to read a script, analyze it, and then interpret it. i have been given a lot of absolute shit material to work with as a performer and i've gotten quite good at finding its purpose - re-framing it as a monumental truth with great meaning and moment.

as a lifelong cynic and expert critic, it is inspiriting to find so much in so little.

more/bigger images here.