"I Dream I Die"

Too Long

I haven't brought myself to blog in a while, not because I didn't want to, but because I entered into an entirely new realm of entertainment. Modeling. YIKES!!! This will be a short blog, but just wanted to mention that this wasn't my idea at all. It was my husband's, and I'm glad he pushed me. I'm garnering a little success with it, too. It's so strange to struggle with the pursuit you love the most, and succeed in the one you think is highly unlikely. In my case, it was film. And, even before that it was acting, but realized my true passion lied in my writings and directing. Those two will be with me until I pass on. But modeling is a little fun for right now. You never know who I can meet. If you guys are interested in seeing my portfolio in progress, link here: http://www.modelmayhem.com/elenamuntean

Phew!

My mother in Chicago just gave word that her CT scans have shown a great diminishing of her tumors in her lungs. She has Stage IV Osteosarcoma, a rare bone cancer, that spread to her lungs. There were four huge ones there, and now, by the grace of all that's miraculous, have shrunk so small that the oncologist can barely see them anymore. She may just need a couple more rounds and some radiation, and she could be done. They say that she's such a rare and amazing case, that they're actually pulling for a cure. She doesn't react to chemo like all other patients. ALL of her doctors were in awe of how resilient my mother's system is, and now they want to make a case study to teach others in the future on how to treat such a rare cancer. It told her it was her strength and our love that is helping her defeat this calcified demon. She will win.

Halloween=Getae?!

As we awaited trick-or-treaters, my lovely Tinkerbell, Tonia, grew weary. What a sad day when no one celebrates such a fun, kid-friendly tradition anymore. Needless to say, our giant bowl of wonderful hard candies and glorious chews, remained full. More for us, I guess.

Funny enough, Johnny and I started looking up random videos from my native country of Romania, watching and toying with the idea of someday contributing to the ever burgeoning economy there. We'd be a hot, American entertainment couple, ready to brand our mark on my birth country, with film and music ideas of grandeur. This all led to the unanswerable question of the origin of my true heritage. Romanian is my primary heritage, but since there are a few mysteries to my birth, which I'll delve in future posts, that I may be part Macedonian. Being the voracious researchers we are, my husband and I took to good 'ol Wiki to trace back all the possibilities. After hours of countless reads, we've narrowed down the more than likely chance of my links to the ancient tribe Getae, before the Dacian and Thracian tribes conquered us. And eventually, even before the Romans came in, forever staining the fabric of or culture. The Getae have some Greek origins, and believed in a entirely different deity, Zalmoxis, than the mythological gods of the time. Mind you, I come from a bloodline before the established religions. We were a raw, courageous lot of fighters, who incidentally survived some of Alexander the Great's violent conquests. Fuck 300!!! We were fucking fearless! Yet unfortunately, like all small tribes of the past, we were outnumbered, and almost erased from history. Thank goodness for poets and scholars of the time, with their written praises. They adored our balls.

Living the Dream

Above is Tonia, my exotic jewel. Then, another video I've written, directed, shot and edited. This was my directorial debut, and was my husband's first music video. We kinda went backwards on the idea. We executed the concept first, then Johnny created the music to it. Unconventional, no?

Terrible

Today has been really rough, physically. After nursing my husband and daughter through their colds, I, inevitably, have caught the runaway train of all sinus colds. I don't mind it much, yet I realized how much I actually do in a day. My husband's right, I never do sit still. Tonia has me running around all day, which is awesome. Who needs a gym? I research the web all day, keep up with my web presence, and when the baby wakes up from her nap, I run around some more.

I cherish the moments I can steal to watch some great foreign or indie films. They're an unending source of inspiration. I do, of course, write from experience, and envision my life play out on screen, scene by every cringing scene. I've led an awkward life, but an exciting one. Days when I'm incapacitated, like today, I tend to reflect on the paths I've chosen in my life. They've all led me to what I've dreamed of my whole life, just wrapped in a delightfully different package. I'm grateful for all my blessings, even when I'm all sickies and can't muster up any strength. My beautiful family makes sure I rest and relax, even though I don't want to. They love me, despite my being stubborn. And that, my friends, is true love.

Butterfinger Spec

This was written and directed by me. Scored and shot by my husband Johnny Burt, aka Amatsu (Twitter: @AmatsuMusic) Co-Starring our good friend, James Shanahan. This was originally an official submission for their competition last year, but made a novice mistake by wearing logos on our t-shirts, DUH!!! Needless to say, we were disqualified. But despite the slip-up, I think we had a fighting chance. Oh, well.

A Beautiful Day In the Neighborhood

Shot this a couple of weeks ago. I felt as if the sky split open and poured itself unto me. Those clouds belonged to me. I've immortalized you, my frail, nurturing beauty.

Hell To the Mutha'fuckin' Yeah!

Yes, I'm a fucking dork. So what.

The Address

Yes, I know. I'm a fucking dork. So what.

Reflection

Just taking some time out today to figure out a strategy to ensure my daughter's future. It feels a bit ridiculous at times to continue pursuing a dream that bears no fruit, as I raise a child. Yet, I want her to grow up confident in the pursuit of her passions, despite the very tall and wide hurdles. It's too easy to join the masses, with the collective idea that mundane vocation is acceptable. Not to say many don't find those vocations fulfilling. For me, I accepted this path, and will follow it through to my grave. I want my daughter to find that. Whatever that pull is, her father and I will make sure she is clear headed, surefooted and fearless, just like we are, and more. I love you, my precious angel.

Thanks Eddie Burns

Last night I watched an amazing video on a panel discussion held at the Woodstock Film Festival, with many many notable distributors, and god bless 'im, Edward Burns. He not only was there for the screening of his new indie film, "Nice Guy Johnny", he went on to proudly discuss the costs of his films to date, and the new multi-platform of film distribution. As an up and coming filmmaker myself, I was inspired by his independent spirit. Like him, I write, produce and direct my own projects. In the future, I  may even star in them. I even go a bit further with editing them, like a madwoman. Budget permitting, I will hire an editor for my feature length endeavors; I don't have the heart to subject my audience to a half-bit slice job.  As long as I can find the right investors with a passion for my movie, I too, can make a film for $30,000. Thanks again, Mr. Burns, for furthering my strength to carry on. I will get my film made, damnit!

Crayons Over Candy

I guess eating a bunch of crayons may not prove nutritionally substantial, yet I guess it's better than rotting out her baby teeth. See, my daughter, Tonia, prefers the ever clay-like-tasting-crayon to the conventional lollipop. During this trying time, I guess I should relish her tendency toward unconventionality. Shit, she gets it from me, after all. I actually admire how headstrong she's turning out to be. In fact, I hope she goes on to challenge all forms of convention, as the ever growing evolution of society retains the constant, irrational view on how everyone should conduct themselves. Soldier on, my beautiful seed!

How To Not Give a Shit Anymore

I gotta give it to designer Leah Piepgras for really pushing the limit with this statement. It says, "I can now show the world how much of a whore I really am"! Fucking ridiculous. Keep you cumshots where they belong; either on your bed, or in your mouth. "Pearl Necklace", please, get the fuck outta here with that bullshit!

Source: nymag.com

Ooh, beam me up, Scottie!

I want these new tattoos!
Source: dvice.com

I thought I had something insightful to say...

Yet, today was pretty boring on the news front. Or rather, nothing sparked my interest enough to go on at length on how profound this and that was, to what should have been a a boredom-free Monday.

I do have a few honorable mentions, though. Yay, Angelina Jolie, for getting your Bosnian permits back, despite your twisted subject matter; no worries, I likies. YAY!!! Simon Pegg and Nick Frost, for your upcoming, "Paul". I've loved you guys since, "Spaced". Not to mention, my 20 month old is tickled by Brit humor. Smartie! YAAAY, Obama, for appearing on one of my and my husband's favorite shows, "MythBusters", in December, even though they've busted your myth twice before.

Last, and so not least, "Black Swan". Turns me on every time I see the trailer. December looks to be an exciting month.

Source: www.afterellen.com

Tonia Calliope Burt... my gorgeous daughter!

Welcome me back, son!

'Ello, loves! I can't believe that I haven't posted any blogs in over a year. As of late, I've been feeling stifled. And, of course, entirely of my own doing. I am at a point where I feel compelled to comment on the current state of society, as we know it. Fair warning, my future posts will be filled with ravenous rants, and vlogs documenting the steam emitted from my ears.

To that end, I will close out by saying, buckle up folks; there's no speed limit here.