dirty deeds

When I was in 9th grade, we did a science experiment where we took a swab of any area of the school we wanted and grew bacteria cultures. It was an opportunity to let the forensic juices flow and attempt to expose the most unassuming germ factory. We were told not to swab the toilets, an obvious bacteria festival, but my curious mind couldn't help but ponder the ritual of hand-washing, and its effectiveness. The reason being, we typically turn on the tap (with our germ covered mitts), wash our hands, and turn off the tap (with our clean mitts, touching the dirty faucet). Herein lay the inconsistency. However, this was the 90’s, before automatic sensors were the norm. Today, my experiment would be irrelevant. Considering I grew up with manual faucets, toilets with handles, and car jack style paper towel dispensers, I’m amazed at how quickly I’ve adapted to our current bathroom luxuries. More than once, I’ve nearly walked out of a stall, registering the silence, and recognized that the toilet wasn’t flushing on its own. “Have I really become so entitled?” I would ask myself as I flush it with my foot. Have I really come to expect nothing less than subservient machines making my toilet going as easy as a no touch car wash? The truth is, yes. But not because I need it, or even care that much, but because I’m a highly adaptable human being. It never particularly bothered me, having to flush the toilet, turn on the tap, nor pump my own soap. It was a routine I did, if not joyously, at least neutrally; usually preoccupied with other past or future events.

I didn’t think much of the germs despite my ninth grade experiment. I hadn’t known anyone to die after using a public restroom, and was pretty sure the stress of avoiding all possible foreign antibodies would be much more detrimental to my health than a little critter hanging out on my hands for a while. So it’s funny, then, that I feel totally programmed to expect automation. It would seem that it has more to do with convenience with health. I have no idea why it’s become the standard. Did people complain about having to flush their own toilet? Is it better for the plumbing? Surely it doesn’t conserve water usage. Can you say premature flushes? Perhaps the fact that the faucets only work half the time, or only work when you find the sweet spot, often left untapped by exasperated potty goers, is what makes up for all the flushing action. My favorite image is watching someone wave frantically in front of the faucet, only to realize it’s not automatic. That’s classic.

But in all seriousness, I bet some children know nothing else. What will happen to these poor ignorant souls when they travel overseas? They shalt leave toilets unflushed and with hands unwashed. It’s a dirty thought, but a serious one. Well, not that serious. I suppose metaphorically it’s interesting to think about what happens to our brain processing when we stop having to do things for ourselves and rarely have to figure out how things work. For now, it’s bathrooms. Next it will be kitchens, then cars. Soon, we won’t even need to think about how to work our bodies because they’ll run themselves. Have a nice ride!

i miss-issippi

As I walked out of my apartment, suitcase in tow, purse fit for Mary Poppins, I realized I hadn’t yet packed a book for the plane.  Since I wasn’t engaged in any particular story, I hastily grabbed a trusty travel companion:  “Thunder and Lightning: Cracking Open the Writer’s Craft” by Natalie Goldberg.  The short, concise, and heartfelt chapters in her meditation on the writing process are perfect for inspiration on the go.  I can stop and start without having to reread and it’s a great catalyst for my own creative endeavors.  On this day, I was on my way to Biloxi, Mississippi.  I’d never been to the South before so my canvas of pre-conceived notions was completely blank.  I was excited.  As I settled into the seat of my first flight, I weighed sleep against study and, sleepily, opened my book.  It was marked with notepaper from the Buckminster Hotel in Boston - my mom had bought me the book on our visit there.  Since then I had read only a few chapters here and there, but hadn’t nearly digested the depth of her words.  To my surprise, I opened to a chapter entitled, “Didn’t Elvis and Oprah Also Come From Mississippi?”  I couldn’t believe it!  How did she know I was going to Mississippi?  How cool.  Delighted by the uncanny coincidence, I smiled and read on.  I ended up being incredibly moved by what I read; the chapter recounted the author’s search for that secret ingredient of the South, that intangible quality captured only by its inhabitants in their literature, poetry, art and country songs.  I wanted to share one passage in particular:“If people are sensitive they recognize a great split between what they were taught in school about the grand South and how the place was actually built.  They can feel great human suffering in the fields and in the earth.  This urges a person to speak, to utter the raw reality of a place.  It’s almost as if by being from the South, if a writer is willing to contact its pain, the land gives the writer a voice, hands it to her.  ”Speak,“ it says, ”uncover what’s real, reclaim the real story.“  Even if a southern writer never writes about slavery, it is a backdrop of knowledge, of injustice, a wound one carries.  And the South, unlike the rest of the country, knows defeat.  It makes people vulnerable, fearful underneath, as though the foundation of what they’ve built rests on moving sand.  All this is fertile territory for a writer.” Despite the mystery still contained in my idea of Mississippi, I started to feel connected in a small way, and I was ready for that “raw reality” to take hold of me.  I can’t say whether it was an effect of my exhaustion (after missing two flights and having to rebook and reschedule, I was feeling a little frazzled) or simply the gentle hospitality people in the South are known for, but I felt right at home as soon as I arrived.  I felt a familiar and sincere quality from the people I met; not just friendliness, it was more than mere manners.  I felt a genuine care and acceptance expressed in the gestures I received; from the vegan baked goods made especially for my dietary needs to the overly warm welcome I received from the manager of the Super 8.  My Q & A sessions were small and intimate, creating more of a casual dinner party vibe than the typical formal separation between audience and speaker.  It was one of those things I think I could have easily missed.  If I wasn’t open and curious, I could have missed the barren beaches and their haunting whispers of what once was.  I could have not heard the humble and hopeful words of the residents who lived through a horrible disaster and stuck around to rebuild and remember.  It was a beautiful and unexpectedly impressive experience and I’m grateful to everyone who was a part of it.  I hope to visit that part of the country again, this time perhaps even venturing past the perimeter of a convention center and a motel - though i find the vastness of an experience comes from the internal  more than the external anyway.

autographed photos!

howdy folks! so since I receive numerous emails weekly requesting autographed photos, i decided to set up a little shop on my site where people can purchase them.  you'll have the option of getting it personalized or just a signature, and i'm hoping it'll be pretty easy to pay for it through paypal. the cart should show up in the sidebar with whatever photos you add, and there's a spot to write your name if you'd like it personalized. the price includes shipping, so you won't be penalized for living in some far away land. i'm basically trying to bridge the gap for people who can't make it out to conventions, but who want to make sure they're getting the real deal. besides, i kind of like the idea of being a shopkeeper, so depending on how it goes, i may be swayed to sell other things in the future. can you say cally swag? haha. please let me know if you notices any bugs or have any suggestions on how to make it as smooth as possible.

To Everything, Turn, Turn, Turn

there is a time, and the time is now.  i'm back on track and excited to share my thoughts.  a few months ago, i set a plan for myself to write for at least 20 minutes every day.  the hope was that i'd be posting consistently, only i failed at the posting part.  luckily, i have a library of writings and explorations that i'm going to sort through and share with you lovely peeps.  my hope is to inspire thoughts, stories, feelings, and more sharings... love nicki

Happiness in the New Year

"Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year."

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

On some level, I find New Year's resolutions, and even some celebrations, to be somewhat irrelevant.  I think introspection, reflection and evaluation are practices that ought to be part of daily living.  However, there is symbolic value to starting the year anew, with a renewed vitality and outlook.  The trick is to not give up when you hit bumps in the road.  Don't wait until next year to get back on your workout program, to reconnect with old friends, to eat less, love more, whatever it may be.  I think being realistic is the best thing you can do for yourself when looking to "resolve" old habits that no longer serve you.  I mean, we created them for a reason, as illogical as they may seem.  In keeping with that gesture, my one New Year's resolution is to be kinder - to myself and to others; to allow myself to fail, to make mistakes, to not know the answer, to forget things, to be human, but most importantly, a joyful human.

I don't know what you're looking for in your life, but I hope you find joy and happiness as much in the search as the destination.

Okay that's enough pontificating.  I had an awesome holiday and here are some of the highlights:

  • surprising my mom on Christmas eve - she had no idea i was coming home.  in fact, she was probably in the middle of telling the neighbors how "okay" she was with my not coming home for christmas, when i burst in and surprised her.  she could barely speak.  it was awesome.
  • going boxing day shopping with my bro and him finding me a super warm winter coat sans duck feathers for half price.  thanks addie!
  • hot yoga every day...  beautiful space, inspiring teachers, and challenging classes.  i highly recommend yyoga. namaste.
  • having deep, philosophical conversations with my dad and learning more and more how alike we are.
  • seeing my old best friend from high school and picking up just where we left off.
  • discovering Vancouver's newest raw food cafe and creation factory "Organic Lives." Keep up the awesomeness Preet!
  • having a girls night with raw treats and chai, post yoga and infrared sauna.  seriously, my girlfriends are intense and i love them for it.  next year i'm anticipating doing yoga inside the infrared sauna while conference calling new york making business deals and changing the world.

hope you had a wonderful holiday too and c0ntinue to celebrate life in the new year!!!

Wtf Santa?!?

Apparently St. Nick has better things to do...  Is nothing sacred anymore?  I'm guessing he's on hold with AT&T...

happy thanksgiving!!!

just wanting to wish you all a wonderful holiday.  in answer to the question i get asked the most: yes, Canadians celebrate thanksgiving, but it happens on the second monday in october and it's to give thanks at the close of the harvest season.  everything else is pretty similar to american thanksgiving, except that it's not really such a big deal.  it typically involves a nice dinner with the family and getting a day off work or school.  none of this black friday business...  but boxing day, don't get me started! ThanksgivingTofurkey

awesomeness

if you're ever feeling low, or uninspired, it's probably best you go directly to this website..  or likewise if you're feeling great and want to further celebrate awesomeness, also go directly to this website.  it's just so...  awesome!

1000 awesome things

i think i've spent a cumulative amount of 45 minutes trying to pick an "awesome thing" to put with this post, and i simply can't.  they're all too awesome.  enjoy!

evidence

sorry i've been a little absent...  (minded perhaps?)  i blame television.  not because i watch it now, but because i did.  a lot.  here's an interesting and potentially disturbing video.  could explain some things... [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vuI_nCADnW0&feature=player_embedded[/youtube]

ps. i don't really blame tv for anything, it just made for a good segue.

a flower is worth a 1000 words

I wrote this in the summertime and for some reason never shared it.  But I’d like to share it now: i arrived at my car today to find two little pink flowers pressed delicately into my driver’s side window.  with surprise and curiosity i instinctively searched the empty parking lot for a giggling onlooker.  there was none.  as i casually placed the flowers on my dashboard, i made an index in my head of all the possible culprits, filtering for the most likely... and the most desirable.  as i scanned my brain for potential perpetrators, i realized i may be missing the point: someone in my life thought enough about me in a single moment to pick a flower and place it in my sight, for me to smile and reflect upon.  presumably, he or she imagined what i would experience upon such an encounter and was generous enough to want create that experience for me.  i was uniquely moved by this anonymous act of caring; as well i enjoyed my own projection of being the one to carry out such a covert operation.  whether the person did it impulsively, strategically or by accident (my care is pretty generic), i am grateful for the thoughts and feelings it inspired.  i began to reflect on what it means to ben in someone’s life, in his or her experience of existence.  it is quite an honor and should be treasured as such.  we are momentously more potent than we believe or could even begin to understand; and in those moments of awe and connection, we have an opportunity to create a better world.  i suppose i wanted to share to emphasize the importance of every choice we make, anonymous or otherwise, and how awareness can be infectious if we only took the time.  after all, how we treat others is the way we treat ourselves and since ultimately we’re all we have, why not be nice?

pinkflower

friendship follows you

I went to visit a friend who happened to be unloading her dishwasher when I walked in the door.  As she looped her fingers through three mug handles at a time, she shared that during her childhood, unloading the dishwasher had been her responsibility.  And to make it more than just a tedious task, she would gather as many pieces of cutlery as she could possibly carry, hover over the drawer, and drop the silverware like tiny bombs into their places.  It was a game to see how quickly she could empty her hands and return every utensil in its rightful home.  Before I could offer to help, the cutlery drawer was complete. These are the qualities I love learning about my friends.  Now whenever I reach for the hot and sterile spoons, I think of her, and I smile.  Sometimes it’s these little things that shape our experience more than even the traumatic times.  Of course they were there during the painful break up, they picked you up when you ran out of gas, they even helped you move, but do you also think of them when you put peanut m&m’s in your popcorn?  Thanks Dad.  Or put red nail polish on your fingernails?  Amber.  Or say a silly word like “re-donculous”?  Michelle.  And when do your friends think of  you?  Just the other day, my friend with the cutlery OCD texted me to say “I’m wearing stovepipe jeans and converse, I feel like you.”

"Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of joy you must have somebody to divide it with." - Mark Twain

mich&nick

comic-con-versation

finally home from some exciting travels, i realize it's a little late for a comic-con wrap up, but a brief one you shall receive nonetheless.  there were several highlights amidst the chaotic explosion of genuine fandom, sundance-esque celebrity hype, and thinly veiled car salesman-like consumerism.  as per usual, connecting with my beloved castmates was the bestest, but i would be remiss if i didn't express the honor, astonishment and pure love i felt watching the Battlestar Orchestra perform at the House of Blues Friday night.  i've always emphasized the integral role music plays in backing the emotional fortitude of a story, but it's often taken for granted.  engrossed in a characters' strife and struggle, seldom do we step outside to say, "wow, what an incredible score."  not only did the live performance provide such an opportunity, but it brought life this otherwise mysterious side of the production process.  what moved me most was witnessing the relentless and beautiful life force driving each instrument, each person's essence expressed through his or her contribution to the greater experience.  it was wonderful.  however, between the smiles there were also tears, as we paid tribute and celebrated the life of Harvey Frand.  i don't believe this is the place to share my personal feelings on his passing, but i will say he is in our hearts and will forever be an essential part of the battlestar family.  i was grateful we could all be together to celebrate his life and how he enriched each of ours. Visit bear mccreary's blog for an awesome account of the whole weekend's festivities and shows.

battlestar orchestra

other highlights included hanging with matt pizzolo and the rest of the Halo-8 crew doing Godkiller signings and other fun shenanigans, complimenting someone on her "cally" costume to which she replied, "thank you" and kept on walking, and watching Michelle Forbes watch the Mighty Boosh - i can't say i fully understand or appreciate their humor, but watching the pure delight she derived from their performance made it all worthwhile.

comic-con & godkiller

well, it's been a while, so i've got some 'splainin' to do...  first off, it's just been confirmed i'll be attending - for the first time ever in recorded history - the infamous san diego comic-con!  can you believe it?  it's the question everyone always asks me and my answer is always accompanied by a sad face.  but not anymore.  i'm super excited.  however, i'll only be signing autographs for a short period of time on Sunday, so don't get stuck in a panel about the influence of medieval art on modern manga or something like that.  i'll send out more details on the signing once i have them... which brings me to my next order of business...  i'll also be braving the chaos to chill with the Halo-8 crew, promoting their new illustrated film 'godkiller,' for which i do the voice of bad ass bounty hunter, soledad.  check out the official site to find more info or even download some soledad wallpaper over a dread central.

soledadpaper2b

i think that about brings us up to date.  i found a cute picture of lucci and me from our philadelphia adventure...  we went for a long walk on the first night, taking in the humid summer air and enjoying all the parks and people out and about.  it's amazing to me how i can work with someone regularly over a period of time, yet still not know them as well as i get to during these short trips and intimate outings.  it's really wonderful.  it's like the classic phenomenon of running into an acquaintance or casual friend in some exotic location; all of a sudden you become best friends because of the degree of relative familiarity.  there's also a level of comradery that comes with the whole convention experience.  just as it can be nerve racking for fans to meet their favorite celebrities, it can be stressful for actors too.  being in a new place, being watched and scrutinized, talking about the same thing all day.  i know some people live with that kind of attention, but it's certainly not a part of my daily life, nor do i think i'd like it to be.  most people still think i'm lying when i tell them i'm cally and, quite honestly, i'm fine with it.  except when the bouncers at wizard world wouldn't let me in without a wristband, that was kind of annoying...  anyway, looking forward to next weekend, hope some of you are too...

nicki & lucci

wizard world

Each time I attend a convention, I have an ever-deepening experience of what it means to be a part of something as epic and influential as Battlestar Galactica.  Every time a fan poses a question, I gain a stronger sense of how important a television show can truly be and how far reaching its effects are.  And every time I reunite with my cast mates, I feel a bittersweet mixture of excitement and sadness over what we shared and what is now gone.  It’s overwhelming, to say the least, and difficult to put into words, but I am so grateful for the opportunity to see such a complex sphere of influence from the inside out. The highlight of my convention experience this past weekend, though, had to have been sharing a panel with my talented and much missed comrades, Lucianna Carro, Michael Hogan, and, most particularly, Edward James Olmos.  While I tend towards more abstract concepts and statements on the culture of philosophy and ideas, Edward James Olmos speaks from a place of such emotional truth and genuine authority, I couldn’t help but sit speechless each time he said his piece.  I admire so much the humility and simplicity with which he speaks and with which he manages to address even the most complex issues and ideas.  When I shared my admiration with him, he humbly attributed it to his years of experience and the recognition of how lucky we are to be doing what we do.  While I’m sure this is true, I can’t help but feel it’s more than that.  He has a strength and depth of character shared by few and he is one of the hardest working actors I have ever met, I doubt it’s a coincidence.  So thank you Eddie, you are, and always will be, an inspiration.

Thank you also to all the fans who came and said hello.  I’m always amazed by the intelligent questions and heartfelt tribute.

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just stop it!

despite my commitment to helping people and my obsession with understanding human behavior, i am a strong believer in personal responsibility - whether it's emotional, physical, or mental.  yes, we all have our patterns, some good, some not, but ultimately all we have is this very moment and every moment poses the opportunity to choose differently.  which is why i absolutely love this video.  it really gives you a good head on collision with reality, like it or not.  hope you enjoy. [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BYLMTvxOaeE[/youtube]

sanity through sanitization

I don’t consider myself much of a germaphobe.  I wash my hands before preparing food and I do my best to be mindful of most potential disease causing hazards, but I’m not one of those people who won’t go near you if you’re sick (that’s just rude) or who uses paper towel to open bathroom doors and then awkwardly maneuvers to throw it out while half out the door (that’s just annoying.)  But I do have an irrational obsession with certain things being clean, and one of those things is my toothbrush.  I’ll just tell you right now, I’m totally grossed out by people who let their toothbrushes get to the point of fraying bristles and I do not think it’s cute at all to share with your significant other.  It just makes sense to me that something you use to clean the inside of your mouth should be clean itself; otherwise it feels like you’re just moving the stuff around.  Very scientific, I know.  Anyway, why am I even talking about my nonsensical neuroses?  Well I discovered a product that proves that I’m not the only one!  And it’s super space age and cool.  I think if Cally had ever made it to dental school, she definitely would have advised her patients to get – are you ready? – a Violight UV toothbrush sanitizer. Yes, it is mandatory that you say it with a lisp because it’s that nerdy.  Ready?  Toothbrutsh tshanitither.  And if that’s not nerdy enough for you, then you’ll have to check out the “dental spa.” It’s like a UV jacuzzi for your retainer. I know it sounds too good to be true, but I’m telling you, it’s true, and it’s awesome.  You’ll have no excuse not to wear it anymore and, on the upside, your parents won’t be pissed for spending all that money on dental perfection only to have you squander it with nightly negligence. violight22

sophomore release

the first post was obvious: an introduction, or re-introduction as it were, to my online inscriptions. but the second post, now that really sets the tone. so instead of sharing a favorite video or a particle of wisdom imparted by one of my heroes, i figured i would simply say hello.  i am thrilled with the dialogue that has begun on the nature of time and existence.  i think it speaks to the quality of readers here that one simple statement would develop as such.  nice work.  i, too, find it invigorating, and equally frustrating, to contemplate such things.  ultimately, though, as it relates to how i live my life, the answer is unimportant.  whether we have free will or not, the fact that we experience ourselves as having the power to choose is enough to extract the deepest joy from every "passing" moment.

and just in case you want to see one of my favorite videos, here's one:

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBjLW5_dGAM]

and also...
"I never think of the future - it comes soon enough."

- Albert Einstein

in the grand scheme of things

after months of lying beneath the couch cushions of public curiosity, the time has finally come to turn over the seat covers, grab the remote, and start this show anew; and if you’re lucky, you may even find some spare change and peanut m&m’s™. i’m very excited to be back on the scene, writing my blog, and generating an all round feeling of connection with the world through my online meanderings. i’ve had an incredible past few months, filled with an abundance of growth and change, yet I’m resisting the urge to give a retroactive briefing. instead i will simply move forward from today and keep you abreast (hehe, i said breast) of all things nicki. besides, no one can even prove the past exists...

i hope you like the look and feel of the new site. i couldn’t have done it without the awesome talent, skill, and psychic abilities of my friend and designer Vladimir Krajina. despite having a very distinct sense of what i like aesthetically, having failed to develop such artistic abilities myself, it proves a unique challenge to communicate these ideas to another person - a unique, yet rewarding challenge. i’ve learned so much about myself in the process, making finer distinctions about what i like and why. so hopefully as i evolve, these tastes and revelations will, too, become more and more refined. this is precisely what I wish to share with you.

horribly good

while i find it highly unlikely that i be the first to introduce you to the most awesomest thing to hit internetland since scrabulous, it is still my pleasure and my privilege to order you to watch Joss Whedon's "Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog."  not only am i a huge fan of the man himself, but he's taken on a whole new level of media integration and DIY-who-cares-if-there's-a-writer's-strike-i'm-calling-all-my-friends-and-making-a-kick-ass-musical-because-i-love-it-and-i'm-crazy-like-that quality to online distribution.  Neil Patrick Harris delivers a stunningly deadpan breakfast club meets sweeny todd portrayal of the title character, as he struggles to win over his true love (the lovely and talented Felicia Day - i deliver no irony in that cliche, she's awesome) against the painfully stupid, brutishly strong and confusingly charming Captain Hammer, played by Nathan Fillion.  you'll want to have this webisode trilogy at your disposal to catch all the clever lyrics, so i suggest you download it from itunes; plus they go offline tomorrow!  what are you waiting for?  stop reading!  go watch it, watch it again, and dance around your house planning your strategy for world domination.  ok, i think i may have said too much.  enjoy!