Big Country Blues Trailer

Big Country Blues Trailer
Sarah e Jacobs recognized as OUTSTANDING ACTRESS IN A DRAMA SERIES at LA Webfest! And nominated for BEST ACTRESS IN A DRAMA at ITVFest! Click to watch the trailer!

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Love: Nature's way of tricking people into reproducing. -Urban Dictionary

There seems to be so much bitterness surrounding this holiday. And, really, I could go there, if I wanted. I mean, I hate pink, I think hearts are stupid, and today is the day tons of women revert to dressing like 7 year olds with glitter and headbands and terrible shades of lipstick...

But I won't go there. Because, I want to celebrate! I'm in that kind of mood.
I don't talk about my personal personal life too much on this here blog. I elude to dates every once in a while, refer to myself as single...but that's about it. But, in the name of this overrated holiday I thought I'd divulge a little about the private life of Acting Like Sarah. ...Ugh...bear with me.

So, I have been “in love” (whatever that means). I've known people that, at the time, make the world better and brighter and more fun. Where my chest ached and just breathing was an adventure. ...And I'm sure I'll have that again...someday.

But, being singular the past two years has taught me to be selfish. In the best kind of way. Two years ago when the shit hit the fan in my last relationship, I was NOT used to being solo. I was in a very tightly knit partnership and was in another one before that. But then, my life went in an unexpected direction. And I was blown away at how quickly a relationship can disintegrate. It amazed me! ...But in the process, it also showed me that I could do things on my own (which, at the time, I hadn't in a while: read here). AND I could do them well.

So, since then, I've been in what my friends and I call, “me mode”. And I have to say, I've enjoyed the shit out of it. I found nutrition. My careers are going well (all of them ;). I'm starting a business. I meet incredible people...

Nemo out my window.
But, I'm not gonna lie. I have my moments. Last week, during Nemo, I was holed up in my apartment trying desperately to run lines, solo style, for two shows I was working on. The wind was howling outside my window as snow was piling on the ground outside. And I had one of those moments as I realized: I was alone. On a Friday. In a snowstorm. It was fleeting, but it was that quick stomach sink that reminds you that certain feelings are lingering somewhere inside.

Snowy day in BK.

 The next morning I woke up early. Put on gym clothes. Snow boots. I went to the New York Muffins Cafe on the corner that usually functions as my makeshift office, and they made me my Almond Milk Latte without my having to ask. I called my Dad and chatted about nothing. I fought the wind and walked around my hood taking in the unbelievable snowy day. (ten years out of Georgia, but I still get excited about snow. I can't help it!). I wandered with nowhere to go and nothing to do. I don't know what it was, but I got a little emotional. Maybe it was the realization that without certain events, I wouldn't be here. With my latte, and my boots and my Brooklyn... It totally weirded me out, but I went with it. I even sent my girlfriends some lame, girly version of an "I love you, man" text. ...I don't know. Something about the mix of a snowy Brooklyn and the freedom was awesomely gratifying, and “lonely” was nowhere to be found.

So, yes, I do date. And dating's hard! I could fill a whole other blog with stories or the terms my friends and I have coined, the nicknames we've assigned. I could blow your mind with oddities and quirks that I've witnessed.  Dating is bizarre. (And, seriously, thank God for my friends that online date. They provide endless entertainment.) Amid the nuttiness, I just try hard to stay honest and open. Simplify the mess to something manageable. And in the process I've met such cool people. So I'm grateful for each experience...well...maybe there are a few in there I could have done without...

But to get back to Valentine's Day - I don't think I'm ever going to be the girl that likes boxes of high fructose bullshit, or flowers that are just going to die and smell weird, BUT I guess that a holiday that celebrates love isn't such a bad idea. I mean, I have so much in my life for things, and activities, and people and places (Read this: NYC, I heart thee). 

And, I hope you all have the same. So, Happy Valentine's Day! I wish you love and luck and extra dark chocolate. ('s highest in antioxidants...)

Thursday, February 7, 2013

February's Awesome! ...Said No One. Ever.

February's gross.

Everyone's kinda sick. Coughing on everything.

Pasty white. Chapped lips. Prickly legs. Dry skin. Red noses.

New Yorkers look like sickly refugees, bundled from head to toe. Wrapped in drab babushkas. Sour faces. Cracking hands grabbing cold subway poles.

And, for God's sake, there's pink shit all over the place. And hearts. Stores hawking balloons and bears and bags of sugary crap.

Just gross.

I'm feeling it's effects, to say the least. Auditions are slow. I'm itching for another film project to throw myself into, missing December's craze. So I've signed up for a boat load of seminars and workshops. The coming weeks are gonna be jam packed with me trying to impress the pants off of some industry-folk. (so to speak. I'm not actually the actress that does pantsless things with the director in the back of the trailer. ...She's a hooker.)

Anyhoo, I've been working hard on my corporate wellness program. Spending endless hours trying to figure out technology that eludes my sensibilities. Luckily we have found a web designer!! Those that know me well know how tech-tarded I am (thanks for that gene, Mom). Living in the future is tricky! I had to ask the nice man at the Apple store to speak to me like I was 6 as he explained what a “cloud” was. ...utterly mind blowing...

In actory news: Coming up this weekend I'll be performing in Pussyfest Redux. A collection of actresses coming together to perform monologues written specifically for each one of us. My monologue may well just be the dirtiest piece I've ever performed on a stage. My amazing writer, Daniel Talbott, has written me a Southern, matter-of-fact girl with an unfortunate sexual experience to share with everyone. It should be interesting. Honestly though, I'm excited to meet tons of great people. Should be an awesome night of very random performances. Fun fun fun.

I'm also knee deep in the rehearsal process for the show, “Commencing” in the Frigid Festival. We'll go up in the East Village at the end of the month. It's been a bit of a process to work on for various reasons. It's 60 minutes of non-stop chatter between myself and another woman- both of us prone to rants. There's a particular drunken monologue that gives me hives just thinking about it.

Also on the agenda, because of a moment of bravery, I submitted a short play I wrote to a show that was taking submissions (I wrote it one bizarro night after an odd date. It is NOT a true story, though, it's not too far off...). It's a theater company that I've worked with in the past as an actor, but I submitted my play on a whim. I never REALLY expected them to choose to do it. But I've decided to be braver this year-writing more and putting it out there. And, lo and behold, they are actually freakin' doing the thing. So weird! It's a very silly little comedy about a girl and a boy in a confusing situation. Maybe after it goes up I'll even get the nerve to post it here. But we'll see about that...

In the meantime, this week I've booked another commercial! Car dealership number two, here I come. I'm super grateful, but I could really use some bigger-deal-somethings pretty soon. I'm getting restless. I'm working on re-branding myself and getting my “package” together (ugh. That sounds so annoying). But, I'll be putting new stuff out and about pretty soon to see what kind of response I get. Viewing myself as a product is not something that comes naturally, but I'm trying my damnedest to be a business-minded badass.

So, between rehearsals and work sessions and auditions and meetings, I'm popping Vitamin D like they're Tic Tacs and downing green juice with ginger. My little body has been feeling a cold lingering that I'd like to kick the crap out of. So Pilates and healthy foods and some good workouts in my future...not to mention that a costume described as “tragically tight” is enough to put quite a pep in your step on that treadmill. Ugh.
"tragically tight" and "shrink wrapped"

Stay well out there, my friends! February is a slalom of germs, grumpy city-folk, and lotion infused tissues (remind me to write a thank you note to whoever invented those, btw).

Bundle up and bear it. Spring will come soon enough.

I mean, that creepy little groundhog said so.