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Sunday, August 31, 2008
I am sore and exhausted after biking about 3 miles down the Niagara bike trail to a winery and wobbling my way back behind my sister and aunt. I also don't remember bike seats being this narrow, ouchies.
Saw a really good production of one of my favorite Sondheim musicals, A Little Night Music. Very intimate, and we were in the second row. The staging was super-charming, especially of "Liasons" and "The Glamorous Life". I was the dorkiest person in the theatre, mouthing along to all the words. And proud of it-- proud, I say!
Niagar-on-the-Lake is a very cute town. Almost cloying.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:46 PM | shower me with attention
Saw a really good production of one of my favorite Sondheim musicals, A Little Night Music. Very intimate, and we were in the second row. The staging was super-charming, especially of "Liasons" and "The Glamorous Life". I was the dorkiest person in the theatre, mouthing along to all the words. And proud of it-- proud, I say!
Niagar-on-the-Lake is a very cute town. Almost cloying.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:46 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, August 28, 2008
I don't like the negative energy in the last post, so in a rare move, I'm taking it down.
Sha-la-la-laaaaa.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:13 PM | shower me with attention
Sha-la-la-laaaaa.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:13 PM | shower me with attention
Gina thinks I'm a bad roommate because I don't react when she watches football and makes comments about the game.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:01 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:01 PM | shower me with attention
Kirsten's post about being in Canada with my parents is very comical. She's been with them in Stratford for the past week, and my aunt and I will join them this weekend at Niagara-on-the-Lake for the Shaw Festival. Make no mistake: I'm not going for the family togetherness, I'm in it for the Sondheim.
(And yes, I know KITH will be doing a "secret show" next week in Toronto at a very intimate venue. I've known for months. I have absolutely no way of getting there, and I hope my friends and acquaintances can go and tell me how it was.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:45 PM | shower me with attention
(And yes, I know KITH will be doing a "secret show" next week in Toronto at a very intimate venue. I've known for months. I have absolutely no way of getting there, and I hope my friends and acquaintances can go and tell me how it was.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:45 PM | shower me with attention
Guess I'll post this here, too, as I have little to say for myself:
My friend Crissy is featured in the upcoming album Eban Schletter's Witching Hour, which also features Dave Foley. Looks like creepy fun for kiddie-type (and happily immature) people.
Oglio Records will be releasing "Eban Schletter's Witching Hour" on September 30th, 2008, just in time for the Halloween season. For his "Witching Hour", Schletter recruited many of his talented friends to perform a colorful array of creepy delights for what he calls "an art record in a children's Halloween costume." But this is not your average Halloween record. In fact it's not specific to Halloween, despite the obvious appropriateness for the timing of this release. "Actually," Schletter admits, "I made a point to avoid directly referring to Halloween. I wanted to do something that would work for full moons and solstices as well!"
The album features special guest performances by:
Dave Foley (Kids In The Hall, News Radio)
Paul F. Tompkins (Best Week Ever, Mr. Show with Bob and David)
Grant Lee Phillips (Gilmore Girls, Grant Lee Buffalo)
Jill Sobule (the original "I Kissed A Girl")
Tom Kenny (the voice of Spongebob Squarepants)
Samm Levine (Freaks & Geeks, Club Dread, Pulse)
Dave (Gruber) Allen (Freaks & Geeks, The Naked Trucker, Gilmore Girls)
Scott Aukerman (Mr. Show with Bob and David, The Sarah Silverman Program)
The coven of witches is voiced by:
Kris McGaha (The Tonight Show, Curb Your Enthusiasm)
Crissy Guerrero (Mind Of Mencia, Ellen: The Musical)
Laura Milligan (Tenacious D, Mr. Show with Bob and David)
Tracy DeNisi (SpongeBob Squarepants, Ellen: The Musical)
Carla Jimenez (Lady In The Water, Nacho Libre)
and Daamen Krall (The Cabinet Of Dr. Caligari, The Nightmare Before Christmas) recites Poe-like passages with all the chills of Vincent Price.
While not a warlock, Eban Schletter is a freak of sorts. A lawyer, an amateur marine biologist and closet poet, he approaches his work with the mania of a mad scientist. Eclectic almost to the point of schizophrenia, his previous records have ranged from low-fi Americana to modern classical pipe organ music. But, it is his vast output in television and film that has earned him his living, and some accolades. His work on HBO's acclaimed sketch show Mr. Show with Bob and David won him a Cable Ace award and an Emmy nomination. He composed some of the best-loved songs from Nickelodeon's SpongeBob Squarepants, including those in the musical episode The Sponge Who Could Fly, and wrote music and lyrics for all of the songs from Comedy Central's Drawn Together (as well as all of the shows original underscore). His film credits include the recent remake of The Cabinet Of Dr. Caligari, Run Ronnie Run, Dumb and Dumberer: When Harry Met Lloyd and many independent films.
Oglio's September 30th release, will be underscored by a live all-star performance of Eban Schletter's Witching Hour at Largo At The Coronet -- one haunted night only-- on Thursday Oct 30th, 2008. For more information visit http://www.largo-la.com/
The official Witching Hour site:
http://www.flameofrisingsaturn.com/
Oglio Records site:
http://www.oglio.com/
Eban Schletter's myspace page:
http://www.myspace.com/ebanschletter
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:13 AM | shower me with attention
My friend Crissy is featured in the upcoming album Eban Schletter's Witching Hour, which also features Dave Foley. Looks like creepy fun for kiddie-type (and happily immature) people.
Oglio Records will be releasing "Eban Schletter's Witching Hour" on September 30th, 2008, just in time for the Halloween season. For his "Witching Hour", Schletter recruited many of his talented friends to perform a colorful array of creepy delights for what he calls "an art record in a children's Halloween costume." But this is not your average Halloween record. In fact it's not specific to Halloween, despite the obvious appropriateness for the timing of this release. "Actually," Schletter admits, "I made a point to avoid directly referring to Halloween. I wanted to do something that would work for full moons and solstices as well!"
The album features special guest performances by:
Dave Foley (Kids In The Hall, News Radio)
Paul F. Tompkins (Best Week Ever, Mr. Show with Bob and David)
Grant Lee Phillips (Gilmore Girls, Grant Lee Buffalo)
Jill Sobule (the original "I Kissed A Girl")
Tom Kenny (the voice of Spongebob Squarepants)
Samm Levine (Freaks & Geeks, Club Dread, Pulse)
Dave (Gruber) Allen (Freaks & Geeks, The Naked Trucker, Gilmore Girls)
Scott Aukerman (Mr. Show with Bob and David, The Sarah Silverman Program)
The coven of witches is voiced by:
Kris McGaha (The Tonight Show, Curb Your Enthusiasm)
Crissy Guerrero (Mind Of Mencia, Ellen: The Musical)
Laura Milligan (Tenacious D, Mr. Show with Bob and David)
Tracy DeNisi (SpongeBob Squarepants, Ellen: The Musical)
Carla Jimenez (Lady In The Water, Nacho Libre)
and Daamen Krall (The Cabinet Of Dr. Caligari, The Nightmare Before Christmas) recites Poe-like passages with all the chills of Vincent Price.
While not a warlock, Eban Schletter is a freak of sorts. A lawyer, an amateur marine biologist and closet poet, he approaches his work with the mania of a mad scientist. Eclectic almost to the point of schizophrenia, his previous records have ranged from low-fi Americana to modern classical pipe organ music. But, it is his vast output in television and film that has earned him his living, and some accolades. His work on HBO's acclaimed sketch show Mr. Show with Bob and David won him a Cable Ace award and an Emmy nomination. He composed some of the best-loved songs from Nickelodeon's SpongeBob Squarepants, including those in the musical episode The Sponge Who Could Fly, and wrote music and lyrics for all of the songs from Comedy Central's Drawn Together (as well as all of the shows original underscore). His film credits include the recent remake of The Cabinet Of Dr. Caligari, Run Ronnie Run, Dumb and Dumberer: When Harry Met Lloyd and many independent films.
Oglio's September 30th release, will be underscored by a live all-star performance of Eban Schletter's Witching Hour at Largo At The Coronet -- one haunted night only-- on Thursday Oct 30th, 2008. For more information visit http://www.largo-la.com/
The official Witching Hour site:
http://www.flameofrisingsaturn.com/
Oglio Records site:
http://www.oglio.com/
Eban Schletter's myspace page:
http://www.myspace.com/ebanschletter
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:13 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Regression is comforting. My current nightly ritual involves watching old episodes of Family Ties online. It was my favorite sitcom as a child, not just because of my crush on Michael J. Fox; I also wanted to be a kid in the Keaton family. I used to have recurring dreams about it, discovering I was a long-lost sister recently adopted back into the family. They were so perfect and loving all the time, with the just right amount of cheesy, wholesome sarcasm; the parents sang together all the time; the kids fought, but also supported eachother. The elder daughter was borderline-retarded, always good for a laugh. The dad had such a nice, dad-like beard. Every kid had their own room, and the rooms were so big. (Alex's room was the coolest. It had something almost like a garret in it. Damn, I was jealous of that room.)
Now that I'm older, I don't want to be a Keaton anymore. My family's dysfunction is in its own way comforting, familiar, quirky. But I do romanticize the relationship between the parents, so beyond the realm of realism as to rival any of the great romantic twosomes in literature, cinema or the theatre.
Real couples don't sing together. Well, they do if they're singers, I guess.
Sigh. Fucking television makes us fucked up about real relationships. Which is why shows like Six Feet Under were so good. For balance and stuff. Real people find whatever falls between singing together and creepy, inappropriate sibling-stalking.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:50 PM | shower me with attention
Now that I'm older, I don't want to be a Keaton anymore. My family's dysfunction is in its own way comforting, familiar, quirky. But I do romanticize the relationship between the parents, so beyond the realm of realism as to rival any of the great romantic twosomes in literature, cinema or the theatre.
Real couples don't sing together. Well, they do if they're singers, I guess.
Sigh. Fucking television makes us fucked up about real relationships. Which is why shows like Six Feet Under were so good. For balance and stuff. Real people find whatever falls between singing together and creepy, inappropriate sibling-stalking.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:50 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Checkin' out the Democratic National Convention because there's nothing else on, and because of all the spam I'm getting from Barackobama.com.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:03 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:03 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, August 24, 2008
From the internets:
A lady walks into a bar and sees a really good-looking guy sitting at
the bar by himself. She goes over and asks him what he is drinking.
"Magic Beer," he says.
She thinks he's a little crazy, so she walks around the bar, but after
realizing that there is no one else worth talking to, goes back to the
man sitting at the bar and says, "That isn't really Magic Beer, is it?"
"Yes, I'll show you."
He takes a drink of the beer, jumps out the window, flies around the
building three times and comes back in the window.
The lady can't believe it: "I bet you can't do that again."
He takes another drink of beer, jumps out the window, flies around the building three times, and comes back in the window.
She is so amazed that she says she wants a Magic Beer, so the guy says
to the bartender, "Give her one of what I'm having."
She gets her drink, takes a gulp of the beer, jumps out the window,
plummets 30 stories, breaks every bone in her body, and dies.
The bartender looks up at the guy and says, "You know, Superman, you're a real asshole when you're drunk.
I finally saw the Golden Books exhibit at Children's Museum of Manhattan. The museum is charming, tiny, and makes me wish I knew some little kids. We also checked out City Splash, the cleverest use of limited Manhattan between-buildings space I've ever seen: stacked wooden backyard-decks crowded with educational, interactive water displays for children.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:25 PM | shower me with attention
A lady walks into a bar and sees a really good-looking guy sitting at
the bar by himself. She goes over and asks him what he is drinking.
"Magic Beer," he says.
She thinks he's a little crazy, so she walks around the bar, but after
realizing that there is no one else worth talking to, goes back to the
man sitting at the bar and says, "That isn't really Magic Beer, is it?"
"Yes, I'll show you."
He takes a drink of the beer, jumps out the window, flies around the
building three times and comes back in the window.
The lady can't believe it: "I bet you can't do that again."
He takes another drink of beer, jumps out the window, flies around the building three times, and comes back in the window.
She is so amazed that she says she wants a Magic Beer, so the guy says
to the bartender, "Give her one of what I'm having."
She gets her drink, takes a gulp of the beer, jumps out the window,
plummets 30 stories, breaks every bone in her body, and dies.
The bartender looks up at the guy and says, "You know, Superman, you're a real asshole when you're drunk.
I finally saw the Golden Books exhibit at Children's Museum of Manhattan. The museum is charming, tiny, and makes me wish I knew some little kids. We also checked out City Splash, the cleverest use of limited Manhattan between-buildings space I've ever seen: stacked wooden backyard-decks crowded with educational, interactive water displays for children.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:25 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, August 22, 2008
One of my coworkers, Guy Incognito, has been trying to quit smoking lately. As for myself, I've been experiencing caffeine creep, most likely due to the 2-3 Diet Cokes a day I have, along with the 32-oz. iced tea from Dunkin' Donuts I drink almost every morning. Although I still stay away from full-strength "real coffee", I'm pretty securely addicted to the demon caffeine again.
Between the two of us, we're this episode of Newsradio.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:58 PM | shower me with attention
Between the two of us, we're this episode of Newsradio.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:58 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, August 21, 2008
I saw the best Carl Creighton show the other night at the world's cheesiest honky-tonk bar.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:35 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:35 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, August 18, 2008
Somehow, yesterday, I got to talking with Kirsten about an incident from sixth grade which spontaneously surfaced in my memory. Wanna get it down here so I don't forget it:
One day, my sixth-grade teacher had us rearrange our desks into little "islands" of four, two facing two. I ended up with my friend Lisa, a snobby bitch whose name I can't remember, and a tough but smart Puerto Rican girl named Sasha. Sasha took no shit, and I remember her going on about how the snobby bitch was "messing up the style of our group".
I was confused by this. Sixth grade was a difficult year for me - it was the year my family moved to Roosevelt Island, my first time in a class without my sister, and the first year I crossed the line from chubby to what we might term, um, well, "obese". I was very depressed, had no interest whatsoever in my personal appearance; I mostly wore my mom's old clothes, sweatpants and tee shirts, to school. Neither popular nor particularly unpopular, I was certainly no example of any kind of personal "style"; my stylishness was somewhere akin to anIrma Erma Bombeck or a Betty White.
So I said to Sasha, "I don't have any style."
And I remember Sasha replying without a beat, "Yes you do, you have your own cool style. SHE'S the one messing up the style of this group."
And it didn't occur to me then, but occurs to me now, 18 years later, that that little girl had a much more sophisticated notion of "style" than most people I knew then, and most people I know now. She saw my style as stemming from my personality, rather than my clothing.
I don't know what happened to that girl; she went to a different school the next year, and I heard that she was got shot in the leg and pregnant by the time she was 15. That's a fucking shame, I think. She was one smart 11-year-old.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:18 PM | shower me with attention
One day, my sixth-grade teacher had us rearrange our desks into little "islands" of four, two facing two. I ended up with my friend Lisa, a snobby bitch whose name I can't remember, and a tough but smart Puerto Rican girl named Sasha. Sasha took no shit, and I remember her going on about how the snobby bitch was "messing up the style of our group".
I was confused by this. Sixth grade was a difficult year for me - it was the year my family moved to Roosevelt Island, my first time in a class without my sister, and the first year I crossed the line from chubby to what we might term, um, well, "obese". I was very depressed, had no interest whatsoever in my personal appearance; I mostly wore my mom's old clothes, sweatpants and tee shirts, to school. Neither popular nor particularly unpopular, I was certainly no example of any kind of personal "style"; my stylishness was somewhere akin to an
So I said to Sasha, "I don't have any style."
And I remember Sasha replying without a beat, "Yes you do, you have your own cool style. SHE'S the one messing up the style of this group."
And it didn't occur to me then, but occurs to me now, 18 years later, that that little girl had a much more sophisticated notion of "style" than most people I knew then, and most people I know now. She saw my style as stemming from my personality, rather than my clothing.
I don't know what happened to that girl; she went to a different school the next year, and I heard that she was got shot in the leg and pregnant by the time she was 15. That's a fucking shame, I think. She was one smart 11-year-old.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:18 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, August 17, 2008
It takes two people and two hours and sleeping with a headful of rags, but I have the prettiest curls today. I wish I had the patience and manpower to do this all the time.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:16 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:16 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, August 16, 2008
My favorite use for Youtube is to find clips of Broadway (or touring) casts that I love, or have always wanted to see:
The Wiz.
Parade.
Falsettos.
Sandy Duncan in Peter Pan.
Ana Gasteyer in Wicked.
Pacific Overtures.
The REAL Sweeney Todd.
And then there's the cheeezy and bizarre phenomenon of old television commercials for Broadway productions:
Sweeney Todd.
The Wiz. (White people AND black people love it!)
Annie. ("Every award Broadway ever invented"?)
Evita. (Scary as hell. Far scarier than "Sweeney Todd". Lupone will eat your soul.)
Edwin Drood.
Big River.
Dreamgirls.
Carrie: The Musical. (Really.)
Starlight Express.
Gypsy. ("Drop everything: see Gypsy!" I remember this one very well from my childhood, for some reason. Tyne Daly must've sucked, I think.)
A Chorus Line.
Into the Woods!!!
Hair (revival).
Passion. ("Ecstatically sensual" or "ridonkulously melodramatic"?)
Pirates of Penzance. (I think my favorites are the commercials that change the lyrics of one of the show's song to turn it into a jingle for the show. There's nothing stupider-sounding.)
Fucking Cats - but the awesome cheeziness of the commercial is not to be denied.
Nick and Nora. ("The truly chic will call now". Wasn't this an enormous flop?)
Nine. (This is the cleverest one in the bunch.)
And a bonus: this beloved commercial of my childhood for the Milford Plaza - a hotel, not a show.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:43 PM | shower me with attention
The Wiz.
Parade.
Falsettos.
Sandy Duncan in Peter Pan.
Ana Gasteyer in Wicked.
Pacific Overtures.
The REAL Sweeney Todd.
And then there's the cheeezy and bizarre phenomenon of old television commercials for Broadway productions:
Sweeney Todd.
The Wiz. (White people AND black people love it!)
Annie. ("Every award Broadway ever invented"?)
Evita. (Scary as hell. Far scarier than "Sweeney Todd". Lupone will eat your soul.)
Edwin Drood.
Big River.
Dreamgirls.
Carrie: The Musical. (Really.)
Starlight Express.
Gypsy. ("Drop everything: see Gypsy!" I remember this one very well from my childhood, for some reason. Tyne Daly must've sucked, I think.)
A Chorus Line.
Into the Woods!!!
Hair (revival).
Passion. ("Ecstatically sensual" or "ridonkulously melodramatic"?)
Pirates of Penzance. (I think my favorites are the commercials that change the lyrics of one of the show's song to turn it into a jingle for the show. There's nothing stupider-sounding.)
Fucking Cats - but the awesome cheeziness of the commercial is not to be denied.
Nick and Nora. ("The truly chic will call now". Wasn't this an enormous flop?)
Nine. (This is the cleverest one in the bunch.)
And a bonus: this beloved commercial of my childhood for the Milford Plaza - a hotel, not a show.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:43 PM | shower me with attention
What's most fun is when I do not return to the Tave Cave immediately after work, particularly on a Friday. There was an unprecedented number of bitter, drunken co-workers at McManus after quittin' time last night (and we were joined by my sister, a bitter, drunken alumna of our mutual employer.) Guy Incognito, Ms. Stephanie Staten Island, Brand0, and the lead singer of Lacan's Concept of the Real were just a few of the attendees. Our inflated, booze-happy party ended up at the Lemongrass for karaoke, where we stayed many hours and happily slurred many songs together. Including myself. It appears my birthday karaoke outing broke some sort of singing-in-public barrier with me. I participated in three songs (only one of which was a showtune!)
In fact, the only person who wasn't able to fully enjoy the karaoke experience was, ironically, my little nihonjin, who is getting over a cold and too timid to unleash Japanese tunes on a room full of drunken Guns-N-Roses screaming Americans.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:20 PM | shower me with attention
In fact, the only person who wasn't able to fully enjoy the karaoke experience was, ironically, my little nihonjin, who is getting over a cold and too timid to unleash Japanese tunes on a room full of drunken Guns-N-Roses screaming Americans.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:20 PM | shower me with attention
We karaoked our asses off tonight. I co-sang three songs!
OMG WTF LOLS
And check out Guy Incognito:
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:05 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:12 PM | shower me with attention
OMG WTF LOLS
And check out Guy Incognito:
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:05 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:12 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
I saw this on the way home from work today; The website yields no information whatsoever.
Can they be reviving one of my favorite musicals, 8 years after the last revival? This is the first Broadway show Gina and I saw together; the show that Linn bonded with us over, the reason I bought a Superman shirt, Converse hi-tops and rainbow suspenders? The show of many musical-theatre-in-the-park-with-me-as-Jesus daydreams?
Holy cow! Holy Stephen Schwartz! Holy hippie-clown-Jesus!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:11 PM | shower me with attention
Can they be reviving one of my favorite musicals, 8 years after the last revival? This is the first Broadway show Gina and I saw together; the show that Linn bonded with us over, the reason I bought a Superman shirt, Converse hi-tops and rainbow suspenders? The show of many musical-theatre-in-the-park-with-me-as-Jesus daydreams?
Holy cow! Holy Stephen Schwartz! Holy hippie-clown-Jesus!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:11 PM | shower me with attention
Tonight I broke free from tradition, did not return directly to the Tave Cave, but rather had dinner with an old friend and saw El Vez, the next presidente of these United States perform at Maxwell's.
It was much fun. They put on the best show.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:03 AM | shower me with attention
It was much fun. They put on the best show.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:03 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, August 10, 2008
There are many things to love about Jonathan Lethem's The Fortress of Solitude, which I'm currently rounding up to home plate on, but this bit is absolutely my favorite:
Gabriel Stern and Timothy Vandertooth lived on Roosevelt Island, had met three years before when their families moved to the new housing there. Roosevelt Island was an enigma, carless and dogless, haunted by the ruins of a tuberculosis sanitorium on the southern shore. Residence there was like a cult membership. The science-fiction tram on pulleys which dangled beside the span of the Fifty-ninth Street Bridge and which Tim and Gabe rode to school and home together every day stood nicely for their resolute and impenetrable best-frienditude: they were freaks beamed daily to the island of Manhattan from their own subordinate, moonlike isle, no wonder they spoke a private language, nanu-nanu, live long and prosper.
These words spoken, in the novel, by a Brooklyn-born specialized high school student who spent most of high school hanging out with the sci-fi kids. Sound like anyone you know?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:30 PM | shower me with attention
Gabriel Stern and Timothy Vandertooth lived on Roosevelt Island, had met three years before when their families moved to the new housing there. Roosevelt Island was an enigma, carless and dogless, haunted by the ruins of a tuberculosis sanitorium on the southern shore. Residence there was like a cult membership. The science-fiction tram on pulleys which dangled beside the span of the Fifty-ninth Street Bridge and which Tim and Gabe rode to school and home together every day stood nicely for their resolute and impenetrable best-frienditude: they were freaks beamed daily to the island of Manhattan from their own subordinate, moonlike isle, no wonder they spoke a private language, nanu-nanu, live long and prosper.
These words spoken, in the novel, by a Brooklyn-born specialized high school student who spent most of high school hanging out with the sci-fi kids. Sound like anyone you know?
Labels: fortress of solitude, roosevelt island
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:30 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, August 08, 2008
I would be remiss if I didn't point out that today is triple-8 (8/08/08). My mom called me and said, "Today's your lucky day!"
That remains to be seen.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:56 PM | shower me with attention
That remains to be seen.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:56 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
As mutual birthday presents to eachother, Gina and I got tickets to see the current revival of Gypsy (number 1,000,000th in the last five minutes) starring Patti Lupone. It was a perfect production, I think. It was exactly what it should be. Which is to say, it wasn't the reportedly earth-shaking Bernadette Peters production of five minutes ago; it was what I imagine the show was always like. It was classic. I was most impressed by Boyd Gaines as Herbie; he made me cry a little, which I always like to have happen at some point while watching a musical.
Most surprising and pleasing was discovering the relatively obscure Allison Fraser, who sings two songs I'm currently obsessed with from the relatively obscure William Finn musical In Trousers; here she was Tessie Tura, part of the funniest version of You Gotta Get a Gimmick I've ever seen.
It really is a very, very good show.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:20 AM | shower me with attention
Most surprising and pleasing was discovering the relatively obscure Allison Fraser, who sings two songs I'm currently obsessed with from the relatively obscure William Finn musical In Trousers; here she was Tessie Tura, part of the funniest version of You Gotta Get a Gimmick I've ever seen.
It really is a very, very good show.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:20 AM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
This is crack. Japanese crack. Kirsten brought me some back. I can't stop munching.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:48 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:48 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, August 04, 2008
Kirsten is here on my bed eating pad thai.
Wow, man.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:50 PM | shower me with attention
Wow, man.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:50 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Heterosexual Lifemate's birthday! Happy birthday, Gina!
We celebrated with Lou Reed, mac and cheese and cupcakes.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:46 AM | shower me with attention
We celebrated with Lou Reed, mac and cheese and cupcakes.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:46 AM | shower me with attention
