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mike t
nathan
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Sunday, April 29, 2007
I was watching a Diet Mountain Dew commercial that said "Fact: Window puppet shows are illegal in New York City."
I was pooh-poohing it and Gina and Cheryl said to look it up, and I did.
Heh: It's true.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:34 PM | shower me with attention
I was pooh-poohing it and Gina and Cheryl said to look it up, and I did.
Heh: It's true.
Labels: strange laws
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:34 PM | shower me with attention
What she said.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:06 PM | shower me with attention
Labels: bedlam
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:06 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, April 26, 2007
My room looks funny without the bookcase in it. Empty. That bookcase was this room, geez.
This is what's happening: On Saturday, Steph P. moves in. She will be taking my old room. Next Thursday, Cheryl moves out. She and Mush will be living one floor down, in this very building. I will be moving into Cheryl's bedroom. In the meantime: chaos. We've been trying to get C's stuff out into the living room and cram as much of my stuff into C's walk-in-closet as possible so the movers will have room to get S's furniture in this, my (not-for-long) little bedroom.
So my books are in my big-closet-to-be, my shelf stands empty against the wall in my big-to-be, and my current little room is blank of wall and spare of book.
Very unsettling.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:37 PM | shower me with attention
This is what's happening: On Saturday, Steph P. moves in. She will be taking my old room. Next Thursday, Cheryl moves out. She and Mush will be living one floor down, in this very building. I will be moving into Cheryl's bedroom. In the meantime: chaos. We've been trying to get C's stuff out into the living room and cram as much of my stuff into C's walk-in-closet as possible so the movers will have room to get S's furniture in this, my (not-for-long) little bedroom.
So my books are in my big-closet-to-be, my shelf stands empty against the wall in my big-to-be, and my current little room is blank of wall and spare of book.
Very unsettling.
Labels: chaos
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:37 PM | shower me with attention
Watching the Democratic Candidates Debate, I have dubbed Dennis Kucinich Grandpa Radish, because he is aging, and cuddly-looking, and a vegan.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:24 PM | shower me with attention
Labels: grandpa radish
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:24 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Just posting because the italics below this post are giving me a headache.
But what's not giving me a headache these days?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:44 PM | shower me with attention
But what's not giving me a headache these days?
Labels: headache
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:44 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, April 22, 2007
From: Kirsten
To: Tavie
Sent: Sun, 22 Apr 2007 5:45 PM
Subject: We were in sooo much trouble...
So it was a dream with the makings of a short-lived TV show.
Tavie, you were in it. Guess who you played? The ringleader.
You, Andy Dick from News Radio and don't quote me but I think another nerd akin to Jeremy (he didn't talk) had ransacked the attic of a NY museum to use as lab space for your mad Goonies experiments. It all began when you perfected what those snot-nosed brats in E.T. only attempted--a computer console comprised of two vintage SPEAK N SPELLS that could communicate with space. It was a very magical atmosphere filled with blinking lights, great music and geniusssss.
You would let me up there to gawk but you'd never tell me your great experiment.
Naturally, the government had gotten wind of you. They had posted Men in Black at the gates of the museum so whenever you ventured downstairs to the convenient store across the street to stock up on eh...nerd chow, you always had to dodge their menacing questions. One day, one of them REALLY got onto us as we were returning with a tray of Starbucks so you whisked me into an elevator calmly as though 3 men with guns were not pursuing us and slammed a button on the elevator, smiling as the doors closed on their angry faces and shaking fists.
I was scared.
"When are you just gonna tell them everything?" I pleaded. "You can't go on hiding like this forever."
"No?" You asked, punching some secret code on the elevator that, like Willy Wonka's glass version, brought us directly to the Lab Space. Andy Dick, tinkering with some keypad that sparked and popped, was very excited to see us with his Frappacino.
(Posted with the permission of the dreamer.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:53 PM | shower me with attention
To: Tavie
Sent: Sun, 22 Apr 2007 5:45 PM
Subject: We were in sooo much trouble...
So it was a dream with the makings of a short-lived TV show.
Tavie, you were in it. Guess who you played? The ringleader.
You, Andy Dick from News Radio and don't quote me but I think another nerd akin to Jeremy (he didn't talk) had ransacked the attic of a NY museum to use as lab space for your mad Goonies experiments. It all began when you perfected what those snot-nosed brats in E.T. only attempted--a computer console comprised of two vintage SPEAK N SPELLS that could communicate with space. It was a very magical atmosphere filled with blinking lights, great music and geniusssss.
You would let me up there to gawk but you'd never tell me your great experiment.
Naturally, the government had gotten wind of you. They had posted Men in Black at the gates of the museum so whenever you ventured downstairs to the convenient store across the street to stock up on eh...nerd chow, you always had to dodge their menacing questions. One day, one of them REALLY got onto us as we were returning with a tray of Starbucks so you whisked me into an elevator calmly as though 3 men with guns were not pursuing us and slammed a button on the elevator, smiling as the doors closed on their angry faces and shaking fists.
I was scared.
"When are you just gonna tell them everything?" I pleaded. "You can't go on hiding like this forever."
"No?" You asked, punching some secret code on the elevator that, like Willy Wonka's glass version, brought us directly to the Lab Space. Andy Dick, tinkering with some keypad that sparked and popped, was very excited to see us with his Frappacino.
(Posted with the permission of the dreamer.)
Labels: andy dick, dreams, kirsten
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:53 PM | shower me with attention
Spring in New York, y'all. On the walk from my parents' place to the subway on Roosevelt Island yesterday the cherry blossoms were displaying themselves shamelessly, the hussies:
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:10 AM | shower me with attention
Labels: cherry blossoms, roosevelt island, spring
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:10 AM | shower me with attention
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Am I crazy, or does Alec Baldwin's angry phone message to his daughter not sound as shocking or abusive as everyone's making it out to be?
I mean, okay, it's kinda scary, it's bad, I wouldn't want to hear anyone that I loved talk to me like that, but... man, my family uses worse language than that when someone forgets to tighten the cap on the soda. He just sounded angry, like any fed-up parent whose kid has caused him intense frustration. It sounded like a pretty much typical parent-angry-at-bratty-preteen-rant to me. (Perhaps I heard a lot more outraged, screaming threats growing up than most people? But somehow I don't think so.)
I dunno the whole story, maybe he has a history of abuse towards them or something, but taken out of context, I'm not too impressed. And taken out of context, Kim Basinger comes off as a total bitch, to me, for leaking that message to the press.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:45 PM | shower me with attention
I mean, okay, it's kinda scary, it's bad, I wouldn't want to hear anyone that I loved talk to me like that, but... man, my family uses worse language than that when someone forgets to tighten the cap on the soda. He just sounded angry, like any fed-up parent whose kid has caused him intense frustration. It sounded like a pretty much typical parent-angry-at-bratty-preteen-rant to me. (Perhaps I heard a lot more outraged, screaming threats growing up than most people? But somehow I don't think so.)
I dunno the whole story, maybe he has a history of abuse towards them or something, but taken out of context, I'm not too impressed. And taken out of context, Kim Basinger comes off as a total bitch, to me, for leaking that message to the press.
Labels: shrug
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:45 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, April 20, 2007
My parents finally got their piano tuned. My dad is playing for me. I love this. I could listen to him play for hours. It's so much better than listening to him talk.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:05 PM | shower me with attention
Labels: music
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:05 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
If the news is getting you down, why not enjoy this awesome clip of Julie Andrews, Eliza Doolittle and Mary Poppins singing together through the magic of chromakey?
(Part 2 here.)
It's brilliant. Best line, Eliza Doolittle to Mary Poppins (the bitches hate eachother): "A spoonful of sugar will help my FIST go down!"
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:48 PM | shower me with attention
(Part 2 here.)
It's brilliant. Best line, Eliza Doolittle to Mary Poppins (the bitches hate eachother): "A spoonful of sugar will help my FIST go down!"
Labels: awesomeness, julie andrews, youtube
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:48 PM | shower me with attention
KITH are doing four shows at the Steve Allen Theatre May 3-6.
Those who can go should get their tickets NOW - they sold out like wildfire last time! Go! GO!
As for me, I will sit here and pout.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:29 AM | shower me with attention
Those who can go should get their tickets NOW - they sold out like wildfire last time! Go! GO!
As for me, I will sit here and pout.
Labels: kith
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:29 AM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Day four without caffeine: every day the world seems a little less cruel. I'm afraid of tomorrow, my first day back at work with no sweet, sweet java to get me through.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:20 PM | shower me with attention
Labels: withdrawal
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:20 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, April 12, 2007
In honor of the 7th-year anniversary of Gina almost dying from an allergic reaction to medication at our 5-year 4-year Brain Candy anniversary party, tonight I almost drowned. In the shower. Because I was... yes, because I was singing in the shower.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:28 PM | shower me with attention
Labels: shampoo, sheepishness
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:28 PM | shower me with attention
Atlanta Steve just told me that Kurt Vonnegut is dead.
He was one of my favorite authors of all time. He changed the way I saw the world. I can't think of many I can definitively say that about, and point you to passages to prove it. He changed me.
I feel sad.
Requiescant in pace, you gloomy old coot. I loved your books.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:42 AM | shower me with attention
He was one of my favorite authors of all time. He changed the way I saw the world. I can't think of many I can definitively say that about, and point you to passages to prove it. He changed me.
I feel sad.
Requiescant in pace, you gloomy old coot. I loved your books.
Labels: sorrow
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:42 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
I'm making curry. Low-carbish. (No potatoes.) Right now.
Goodbye, leftover Easter lamb! Hello, curry!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:33 PM | shower me with attention
Goodbye, leftover Easter lamb! Hello, curry!
Labels: dinner
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:33 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
I think I should be allowed to sing more. By society in general. Not because I'm particularly good at singing*, but because I really really enjoy singing. And that's the one drawback of living in an apartment with people other than my family - I feel a certain sense of propriety, a certain sense that I should not be belting out showtunes at every given moment of the day.
The idea that I am actually singing less than I want to may come as a surprise to my roommates, who have to hear me all the time. They are very kind and only ask me to keep it down when they're trying to hear something, like the phone or the tv or their own thoughts. But I actually do not sing as often as I feel moved to. It's not from a particular sense of happiness, just a need to be singing.
I feel like we-- meaning everyone I know, and really all people everywhere-- should all sit around in a circle and someone should strum a guitar and that this should be done daily. That's all I'm saying. I think life should be like old Coca-Cola commercials.
And yes, I let it loose in the shower when it's not too terribly late at night. But that's not enough. I think there should be a singing room at work. And singing cars in the subway.
Perhaps a muzzle?
*Not fishing. Any comments expressing opinions about this statement will be deleted.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:25 PM | shower me with attention
The idea that I am actually singing less than I want to may come as a surprise to my roommates, who have to hear me all the time. They are very kind and only ask me to keep it down when they're trying to hear something, like the phone or the tv or their own thoughts. But I actually do not sing as often as I feel moved to. It's not from a particular sense of happiness, just a need to be singing.
I feel like we-- meaning everyone I know, and really all people everywhere-- should all sit around in a circle and someone should strum a guitar and that this should be done daily. That's all I'm saying. I think life should be like old Coca-Cola commercials.
And yes, I let it loose in the shower when it's not too terribly late at night. But that's not enough. I think there should be a singing room at work. And singing cars in the subway.
Perhaps a muzzle?
*Not fishing. Any comments expressing opinions about this statement will be deleted.
Labels: la la la la la I can't hear you
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:25 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, April 09, 2007
Easter pictures, not that you care.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:13 PM | shower me with attention
Labels: easter pictures, not that you care
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:13 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Full. Fat. Lamb. Full. Fat. Lamb.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:01 PM | shower me with attention
Labels: oink
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:01 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Easter snuck up! We're coloring eggs and watching Godspell! O joy!
Gina's making brisket and in a little while we're watching The Sound of Music, which isn't Easter-y, but I don't give a frick! I love The Sound of Music!
This has turned into a happy day!
For the first imaginary production, skip to the bottom of the page.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:54 PM | shower me with attention
Gina's making brisket and in a little while we're watching The Sound of Music, which isn't Easter-y, but I don't give a frick! I love The Sound of Music!
This has turned into a happy day!
For the first imaginary production, skip to the bottom of the page.
Labels: jesus
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:54 PM | shower me with attention
OK, someone suggested I try half-caf today in preparation for next weekend's detox, so I tried it, and I am too sleepy to do anything but sit on the couch all day reading old Toothpaste for Dinner archives.
toothpastefordinner.com
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:54 PM | shower me with attention
toothpastefordinner.com
Labels: ow my head
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:54 PM | shower me with attention
The next-to-last untouched piece of Epcot (besides "American Adventure", I think) is now, um, touched. Donald, Jose and Panchito take over El Rio Del Tiempo, and a piece of Epcot history quietly disappears.
I'll miss you, cheesy Mexican ride with semi-racist finale.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:23 AM | shower me with attention
I'll miss you, cheesy Mexican ride with semi-racist finale.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:23 AM | shower me with attention
I'm really really obsessed with this song right now, but there's no "official" video for it and everything on Youtube just suuuucks.
But this person's is kind of cute, so that's the best I can do.
Actually I'm really into this one too. I enjoy melodrama.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:53 AM | shower me with attention
But this person's is kind of cute, so that's the best I can do.
Actually I'm really into this one too. I enjoy melodrama.
Labels: regina spektor, yes again
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:53 AM | shower me with attention
Friday, April 06, 2007
I am now open to proposals of marriage from both men and women: Disney relaxes ban on same-sex "Fairy Tale Weddings".
Wedding packages start at $8k, so please be wealthy.
No fatties.*
*Ha ha ha I'm so funny. Of course fatties!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:32 PM | shower me with attention
Wedding packages start at $8k, so please be wealthy.
No fatties.*
*Ha ha ha I'm so funny. Of course fatties!
Labels: cinderella, cinderfella
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:32 PM | shower me with attention
I’m Hans Christian Andersen and this is an April day
It’s full of the magic I need to speed me on my way
My pocketbook has an empty look
I limp on an empty shoe
Or if I wish I’m a flying fish
Or a millionaire with a rocking chair
And a dumpling in my stew
I’m Hans Christian Andersen
Andersen, that’s who!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:38 AM | shower me with attention
It’s full of the magic I need to speed me on my way
My pocketbook has an empty look
I limp on an empty shoe
Or if I wish I’m a flying fish
Or a millionaire with a rocking chair
And a dumpling in my stew
I’m Hans Christian Andersen
Andersen, that’s who!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:38 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, April 05, 2007
It snowed.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:12 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:12 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
I haven't blogged since Saturday? Whoops.
Well, over the weekend I saw a really cute troupe of high-schoolers do a production of Stephen Sondheim's Assassins. They were ridiculously good for their age and experience levels, although some were a bit too cute for the parts of lunatic president-killers, of course. And I was vaguely disturbed by some of the changes to the script (very slight, mostly just substitution of the word "fuck".) Only one change really bugged me, which occurred in the song "The Ballad of Booth", whence John Wilkes Booth screamed, "How this country can never recover/ from that vulgar, high-and mighty negro-lover..."
Being intimately familiar with both the OCR and 2004 revival recording, I know very well that the word "negro" is a rather ridiculous alteration to the line. Surely we can believe that the man who killed the president - they even showed the kid shooting a cardboard cutout of Lincoln with a very convincing stage gun - would have used, well, "the n word".
I know, it's a disturbing word - it disgusts me to say it and shocks me to hear it, having been so socialized, but it shouldn't bother anyone in the context of a song being sung by John Wilkes Frickin Booth.
The other thing that happened is that I've put in to use two of my PTO days to detox from coffee. Two weeks from now I will be in a self-imposed one-woman Caffeine Rehab.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:51 PM | shower me with attention
Well, over the weekend I saw a really cute troupe of high-schoolers do a production of Stephen Sondheim's Assassins. They were ridiculously good for their age and experience levels, although some were a bit too cute for the parts of lunatic president-killers, of course. And I was vaguely disturbed by some of the changes to the script (very slight, mostly just substitution of the word "fuck".) Only one change really bugged me, which occurred in the song "The Ballad of Booth", whence John Wilkes Booth screamed, "How this country can never recover/ from that vulgar, high-and mighty negro-lover..."
Being intimately familiar with both the OCR and 2004 revival recording, I know very well that the word "negro" is a rather ridiculous alteration to the line. Surely we can believe that the man who killed the president - they even showed the kid shooting a cardboard cutout of Lincoln with a very convincing stage gun - would have used, well, "the n word".
I know, it's a disturbing word - it disgusts me to say it and shocks me to hear it, having been so socialized, but it shouldn't bother anyone in the context of a song being sung by John Wilkes Frickin Booth.
The other thing that happened is that I've put in to use two of my PTO days to detox from coffee. Two weeks from now I will be in a self-imposed one-woman Caffeine Rehab.
Labels: betty ford, non-racist showtunes
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:51 PM | shower me with attention
