Drinking the Snake Oil

Snake Oil Salesman + Drinking the Kool-Aide = Drinking the Snake Oil.

The question of course is: have I, the son of the authors of "Polishing Your Little Star," fallen for the work of a scam artist, a shuckster, a confidence man, a plotter of plots, nay, a schemer of schemes? Well, I'll have an answer for you in about 8-weeks.

I just dropped more money than I care to admit on an 8-week class with Dallas Travers, life-coach extraordinaire. The course is the Creative Career Cooperative:

"An 8-Week Program where actors shift their current career perceptions and use their passion for acting to turn lofty dreams into tangible realities. Cooperators will learn the Sage Approach to Goal Getting is a four-step system enabling them to embrace risk and overcome obstacles. Dallas teaches actors to shift their inner world, upgrade their outer world, and allow exciting things to happen."

I attended Dallas's free workshop today, and was eventually won over by her charisma, inspiration, and cunning soft-sell techniques. Previously I wanted to meet with her for private life-coaching but it was more than I could afford at the time. Price-wise the career co-op is closer to fitting within the confines of my somewhat meager budget. The goal of all this is for me to get a kick in the butt for my acting in much the same way the threat of being homeless served as motivation for me to get my day-job situation sorted out.

Now in defense of life-coaching: I would not be in LA right now if it had not been for the inspiration I received from a couple life-coaches (ok, I admit it's a totally lame and retarded job title) who provided a training for the San Lorenzo Unified School district when I was a lowly year 3 teacher. Those gentlemen set the gears a-turnin' for this crazy adventure.

Now, to serenade you out, I present you with Neil Patrick Harris singing Pirelli's Magical Elixer from Sweeney Todd: