A friend in Los Angeles writes:
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The yoga, the fasting, the tinkly fountain I got for Christmas–they were all fate, preparing me for my guest-star turn on Family Law. I play a monk from Nepal who has journeyed to Los Angeles to find the reincarnation of his high lama and discovers him as a young American boy (yes, shades of Little Buddha, but no Keanu Reeves). I get a courtroom scene and a brief airport good-bye.
My courtroom scene is shooting on a Friday. After a brief discussion in the hair trailer, it’s decided: they’re taking it all off. First they close-crop me and then the Bic comes out. Initial shock is followed by a new sense of freedom. My scalp is very pale, but they swathe it with makeup using paintbrushes (the makeup woman laments forgetting her airbrush at home) and I am one smooth egg.
And I’m thinking of visiting the Buddhist monastery in Long Beach that helped me out with my research. Who knows? The next place I write from could be Kathmandu. Unless I get that Chinese Gang Member role I’m up for.
