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Oct. 7th, 2008 @ 05:27 pm
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First, I'm having a hell of a hard time accepting this http://blogs.tnr.com/tnr/blogs/the_plank/archive/2008/10/06/sarah-s-doodles.aspx as real. It can't be, right? Because... because... I mean, honest to god, that's some scary shit.
Second, I need someone to come up with a feminist equivalent of "Uncle Tom" in case I need to scream at Geraldine Ferraro (on my tv).
And finally, jesus christ on a toothpick, is this a bad time to be a fund-raiser. It's probably also a bad time to be a retiree, a person who would one day want to be a retiree, and pretty much everyone but those assholes execs at Lehman who got golden parachutes that eclipse what I'll cumulatively make over the course of my entire professional life. |
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Samhain is coming
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Oct. 7th, 2008 @ 01:55 pm
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My family celebrates every year with an ancestor feast, prepping and eating veganized versions of favorite foods of our beloved dead. This year I'm making:
Butternut squash, carmelized onion and chipotle tamales
Lasange with tofu ricotta and lots of exciting veggies
Lentil-nut shepherds pie
Coomla (a potato-oat dumpling traditionally boiled with salt pork. I just boil them in heavily salted water)
Oatmeal Raisin cookies
Pumpkin Pasties (My meatless version of a dear friend's family tradition)
I'm also hoping to find a vegan croissant recipe, so I can make Pain au Chocolat.
And we are SO making vegan caramel to dip apples in.
Any Halloween/Samhain traditions that you veg*nize? |
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Oct. 7th, 2008 @ 05:02 pm
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A Church of England clergyman has said that homosexuals should be tattooed with health warnings similar to those seen on cigarette packets.
Wow, that is some old-skool bigotry. Glad to see someone already posted what would have been my comment: Reverends should carry warning labels that say "keep away from children".
There is another Art House Late-Nite Oddities on Hallowe'en Night. I am, of course, not going.
Christine asked me, I think as a courtesy (since she already knew I had plans for that night from my e-mail list), to perform. Man, after last year's Hallowe'en one (when I bailed on, like, three parties because I'd already committed to Art House, which was fun, but only 8 people showed up), I would have thought they'd get the hint that Hallowe'en isn't the best night for that sort of thing.
Don't know if this is real, but OH MY:
Found it on my Facebook, with a bunch of other promotional materials; Googling shows nothing but that zipapup.com has been registered (though there's nothing there).
Busted out some Pandora at work today. I have speakers that work on my new computer, I discovered, though I have to keep the volume low. Only classical music for now.
...Aside from Benny Lava:
I was a little disappointed that I was going to miss the screening of Dead Poets Society tonight, but got an e-mail that it was cancelled anyway. Ha HA!I'm currently reading:  distressed I woke up singing: Ignace Joseph Playel - Trio, For Violin, Viola & Cello In D Major, Op. 10/2: I. Allegro |
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Why this is hire and salary, not revenge
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Oct. 7th, 2008 @ 04:25 pm
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The word "Dandelion" comes from the French "Dent-de-Lion", meaning "Lion's Teeth". Named so for the deeply-notched leaves.
Was writing a scene for Dandelion, and I wanted something like the above phrase from Hamlet, and found this in the Hamlet online notes:
This is simple justice for Claudius; not revenge but merely payment. It is interesting to note that "hire and salary" appears in the First Folio, but in the earlier quarto versions, the phrase is much different. In Q2 it is "base and silly", and in Q1 it is "a benefit." Hmmm.
GEMINI (May 21-June 20): Maybe you have never been able to fly before today, and maybe you won't be able to fly when November arrives, but I bet you can fly now. Due to the benevolent cosmic agitation that has been lightening your mood, you can probably, if you choose, soar over logjams, dance above dark clouds, and do loop de loops in your dreams. Am I merely speaking metaphorically? Yes and no. Is a spiritual orgasm "metaphorical"? I'm currently reading:  contemplative I woke up singing: Antonio Salieri - Concerto For Piano & Orchestra In B Flat: II. Adagio |
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Oct. 7th, 2008 @ 04:05 pm
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For the first time...
Mercury from only 124 miles away. If you put your face right up to the screen, you can pretend you're in orbit.
http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/messenger/main/index.html |
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anyone know why my icon would flip out?
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Oct. 7th, 2008 @ 02:56 pm
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i'm having issues with LJ.
first of all, on both my accounts, the RICH TEXT option has disappeared, leaving me only with HTML.
and NOW, i go to use my seldom-used moustache icon, and it's this pork chop as shown, instead of an ironic handlebar moustache.
WHAT IS HAPPENING??? |
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New Journeys, New Homes
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Oct. 7th, 2008 @ 02:20 pm
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Cold crisp day. I bought a new Fall
jacket and cute sweatshirt at Forever 21.
Now Ill be warmer. Time to wear jeans
and boots and skirts with stockings and
scarves and cozy socks.
Feeling very busy with packing for my
move. I am moving to live with my
girlfriend from Queens to Brooklyn.
We have been together for almost 3 years.
I am excited for the change and sharing
a home with her. Settling new roots.
Yet packing and moving is always stressful
in some way and even when I dont have a
ton of stuff. I have moved so many times
in NYC and before. I just want to create a
grounded adult home for myself to pursue
my creative and spiritual pursuits.
I will move the third week of October so
I will still have time to enjoy my favorite
holiday Samhain/Halloween and dress up in
costume.
Here is to new journeys and new homes and
new experiences!I'm currently reading:  stressed |
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On Hold
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Oct. 7th, 2008 @ 11:11 am
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I turned the tv on to find the Wrath of Khan playing. And, because I'm the luckiest woman in all creation, I turned it to the BEST SCENE IN ALL CINEMA HISTORY:
Khan: Kirk... my old friend... you're still... alive.
Kirk: STILL... OLD... FRIEND.... You'vemanagedtokilljustabouteveryoneelse BUT LIKE A POOR MARKSMAN YOU KEEP! MISSING! THE TARGET!
The day I met ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) anadamous in person she gleefully recited the above for me in what remains the best! Shatner! I've ever heard!
It's no wonder we're friends.
UPDATE: Oh, you guys, I love this movie so much. Shatner's corset! Montalban's glorious, hissing-yet-simultaneously-histrionic delivery OF EVERY LIIIIINE. Scotty's terrible "fashion-forward" costume! (Is that a... light bulb on his chest? Or a target?) Shatner's glorious, stilted delivery... of... every.... line.... That paragon of 80s masculinity who plays Kirk's son! With a sweater tied around his shoulders! Kirstie Ally! The Kobiyashi Moru! Scotty's costume that also has carribeaners on it! Khan has a mullet! LIVE LONG (*urk*) AND PROSPER!
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HA HA HA oh aren't you clever
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Oct. 7th, 2008 @ 12:02 pm
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this is SO something my dad's friends would do
http://news.yahoo.com/s/bloomberg/20081007/pl_bloomberg/aeqhidejpots
"McCain, 72, will try to leaven his attacks with humor, said Republican campaign aides, some of whom plan to wear cufflinks with a mock Obama presidential seal. "
aw, that's just cute. you adorable little campaign aides and your subtle jabs. hee cufflinks. i'm gonna look out for them tonight. |
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Because I obviously need MORE television shows to watch...
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Oct. 7th, 2008 @ 11:10 am
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I watched the first episode of Life on Mars yesterday.
And, okay, it started out kind of slow. But once it got going? It got GOING. I am going to breeze through the other seven episodes -- and then start following the second season.
What a brilliant concept. I love that they're threatening to wake him up and pull the "It was all a dream" thing on us, and they could do that at any moment, but that we (well, I) don't WANT him to wake up, because everything going on is so freaking cool!
And JOHN SIMM. Oh, John Simm. You are so adorable and pixie-like, and I think I'm a leetle bit in love with you.
(Speaking of that. I told Roomie S that I was going to watch the show, because of this actor who was in Doctor Who. She asked for a picture, so I showed her the one on the season 3 cover, with Simm and Tennant back-to-back, all sexylike, and... I don't think she quite gets my taste in men. Oh well.)
LIFE ON MARS! YAY!
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now playing: PAINT YOUR WAGON
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Oct. 7th, 2008 @ 10:34 am
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Uhhhmmmm
kay, i picked a bunch of movie musicals on netflix.
this dialogue is so bad it's almost good. almost.
does it get better? |
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Music meme answers!
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Oct. 7th, 2008 @ 09:26 am
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Here's the answers to that music meme:
( read more )I'm currently reading:  chipper |
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To-Do.
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Oct. 7th, 2008 @ 07:10 am
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( 10/7/08 )I'm currently reading:  busy I woke up singing: Aimee Mann, "Guys Like Me" |
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Done.
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Oct. 7th, 2008 @ 12:19 am
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( 10/6/08 )I'm currently reading:  accomplished I woke up singing: Lily Allen, "Littlest Things" |
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Oct. 6th, 2008 @ 08:25 pm
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We are getting married in less than two months! |
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wearing two hats at once
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Oct. 6th, 2008 @ 10:29 pm
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I have decided that I don't much enjoy being an actor. Granted, it really sucks that I'm doing it WHILE being the Assistant Stage Manager, but it's still a pain in the ass. The scene I am in is about 5 minutes long, the last in the show. Of course, it's also the most technical, so we we spent a good hour on it today. When I'm backstage, at least I can sit and knit or read while all this is going on. Being IN the scene, I have to stand there, like a good little actor, and wait while we do it over and over and over again. My feet hurt. Even more, starting tomorrow, I get to do it in a corset. Bleh.
It stinks when you're onstage in a scene and have to constantly "standby" the crew and cast backstage that are waiting to enter with giant bed through a space the same size as the bed itself. It stinks when there's an actor who isn't there, or a costume piece that isn't right, and I have to run downstairs to the dressing rooms to solve the problem, all while having to be ONstage at the same time. It stinks when I have to have my wardrobe supervisor on headset backstage because I'm onstage doing a scene and my deck hand is operating the moving scenery, all because I'm IN the scene. I was sort of looking forward to being in the show, but I'm starting to get REALLY stressed about doing both. It's a pain in the ass.
I don't get paid nearly enough to be doing both.I'm currently reading:  stressed |
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Language of love
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Oct. 6th, 2008 @ 07:27 pm
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If you had a partner who spoke a foreign language natively, would you try to learn it? From them? I know one of you does, and I seem to recall at least one other, so did you? I'm pretty sure you had some grasp of their respective native languages beforehand.
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i am obsessed
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Oct. 6th, 2008 @ 03:52 pm
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With polls, polls, polls, all day long. I check fivethirtyeight.com and pollster.com multiple times a day, and this site is a great gateway drug that is always my first stop.
I just saw that Rasmussen has a poll putting Obama six points ahead in Missouri, of all places. ("Blaine Fabin will lead us there.") Also leading in North Carolina, but slipping in Ohio. I cannot believe we could possibly win Florida. I actually cannot believe it. (Although the WSJ article about McCain's health care cuts to Medicaid and Medicare might make the Florida retirees a little more skeptical.) I'm afraid if I look away for a second, things will go horribly wrong. I wish the election were right now, tomorrow.
Apparently this Rolling Stone article is something to pass around to McCain voters. (Or maybe not; see comments.)(Or maybe so, see rebuttal in comments! This is exciting.)
In other news.... no, I have nothing. Polls, polls, polls.I'm currently reading:  nervous |
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Heart does not heart Sarah Palin or John McCain.
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Oct. 6th, 2008 @ 05:32 pm
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OH YEAH HEART
I'm currently reading: amused |
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Love/Fall.
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Oct. 6th, 2008 @ 02:23 pm
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Then there was that time I fell out of love with autumn.
I hadn't noticed, at first. I'd all but taken it for granted, my affection for the September-November block. On the rare occasion that somebody might ask me to name my favorite season I'd readily reply with autumn, but that question grows rarer the further you get from elementary school, only making the occasional comeback during courting rituals. So I'd stopped saying it aloud. I stopped looking autumn in the eyes and declaring with sincerity that I still had strong feelings for it. I stopped making the effort it takes to really love anything.
I hadn't noticed that I'd fallen out of love with autumn until I fell right back in love with it, walking home from the theater, close to midnight, the voice of Neko Case swooping through my inner ears like flocks of swallows approaching finale. The wind crisp and cool and casual, a wind that had nowhere to go, really, a wind that was just out for a stroll.
We bumped into each other on the sidewalk. I looked up and saw autumn again.
Hello.
There you are.
Did I lose you? I think I lost you.
How did that happen?
How did I lose you?
I reached out to autumn and found that quality again, that attractive dichotomy of simplification and surprise. Autumn, the traditional transition between summer's climax and winter's denouement, a time when the year begins to unravel and make it clear what it was...but also a time rife with complexity and sharp corners. The leaves, yes, will change and float to the ground, but in what order? In what color? What will it look like this year, the earth-based abstract art gallery of Variations on Time and Gravity?
Autumn impresses me.
Autumn earns my respect.
The act of being in love with autumn makes me want to fall in love with as much as possible, makes me walk in sprightly rhythms, makes me intoxicated on mere oxygen.
It is that love of certain desperate happiness, the possibility that a world is ending and nothing can be done about it, so let's be happy this once. Let's be very happy. Let's be in love because we can be in love. It will all go away soon and it won't be of any use on the other side of this moment, so let us use it all now, let us love each other in loose-limbed dance, let us love each other in the blood rush of vertigo, let us love each other in the long embraces of survivors.
That is my autumn. That is my autumn and I recall at last what and why. That is my autumn and I am in love with it.I'm currently reading:  rapturous I woke up singing: 10,000 Maniacs, "Eden" |
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