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Monday, December 31, 2007
Happy Goose day!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:16 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:16 AM | shower me with attention
Saturday, December 29, 2007
My Sweeney Todd review is up at SoftComm.
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Thursday, December 27, 2007
I usually find it off-putting when people post pictures of their Christmas gifts all lumped together, but mine look so pretty, all in cool, blue-y hues.
The best part, of course, is the giving, and I gave my most-anticipated gift last night, when I delivered to Miss Stephanie Apell her new iPod. She was my big-ticket item of the season, and to see her sprawled out in front of the fire at her cozy Staten Island home, poking at it and turning it over and over in her hands, it filled my heart with the spirit of giving. Or maybe it filled my stomach with her delicious peanut-butter-chocolate cookies. Either way, I felt blessed.
All Christmas photos are up. Rather than go into detail, just enjoy the photos and here's a brief outline of the events that transpired:
Last week: Gingerbread cookies were baked. They went over real big at work. Best batch ever.
Last Saturday: We finally decorated for Christmas. Lizzie Borden made a friend.
Sunday night: Kirsten arrived. Tante Joan made Thanksgiving dinner at K's request. We gathered in Brooklyn Heights and ate and ate. Kirsten told stories. Mom and Dad played "patty-cake." This is not a Roger Rabbit-esque euphemism, and it was my favorite moment of the evening.
Monday afternoon: Kirsten, TJ, Mom and I attended the premiere of Hansel and Gretel at the Met. I fell asleep.
Monday evening: Mom, TJ, Kirsten and I drove around the old neighborhood in Brooklyn, looking at lights.
Monday night: We picked up Dad and returned to Penthouse 54, where Gina, Pena, Mush and Cheryl* laid out an incredible spread. We ate until we bust, then watched The Playboy, starring Aidan Quinn, because he is Irish and that's the damn theme, dammit. Santa came, ate cookies, left presents. Drusilla was afraid of Dad. It was funny.
Tuesday morning: TJ, K and I woke up, made breakfast. People eventually woke up and joined us. TJ's homemade scones went over big. Presents were opened and enjoyed. Lazing about occurred. Benny and Joon was watched (see note above.) Christmas dinner was served, to great success (with minor, expected bitch-moan-fest from His Majesty Lord Kidney Failure.) Mush and Cheryl retired, TJ drove Dad home and the rest of us all went to see Sweeney Todd.
Which brings us to Sweeney Todd, which I still intend to review. Soon.
*"Mush and Cheryl" = "Moose and Squirrel" now. Learn it.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:58 PM | shower me with attention
The best part, of course, is the giving, and I gave my most-anticipated gift last night, when I delivered to Miss Stephanie Apell her new iPod. She was my big-ticket item of the season, and to see her sprawled out in front of the fire at her cozy Staten Island home, poking at it and turning it over and over in her hands, it filled my heart with the spirit of giving. Or maybe it filled my stomach with her delicious peanut-butter-chocolate cookies. Either way, I felt blessed.
All Christmas photos are up. Rather than go into detail, just enjoy the photos and here's a brief outline of the events that transpired:
Last week: Gingerbread cookies were baked. They went over real big at work. Best batch ever.
Last Saturday: We finally decorated for Christmas. Lizzie Borden made a friend.
Sunday night: Kirsten arrived. Tante Joan made Thanksgiving dinner at K's request. We gathered in Brooklyn Heights and ate and ate. Kirsten told stories. Mom and Dad played "patty-cake." This is not a Roger Rabbit-esque euphemism, and it was my favorite moment of the evening.
Monday afternoon: Kirsten, TJ, Mom and I attended the premiere of Hansel and Gretel at the Met. I fell asleep.
Monday evening: Mom, TJ, Kirsten and I drove around the old neighborhood in Brooklyn, looking at lights.
Monday night: We picked up Dad and returned to Penthouse 54, where Gina, Pena, Mush and Cheryl* laid out an incredible spread. We ate until we bust, then watched The Playboy, starring Aidan Quinn, because he is Irish and that's the damn theme, dammit. Santa came, ate cookies, left presents. Drusilla was afraid of Dad. It was funny.
Tuesday morning: TJ, K and I woke up, made breakfast. People eventually woke up and joined us. TJ's homemade scones went over big. Presents were opened and enjoyed. Lazing about occurred. Benny and Joon was watched (see note above.) Christmas dinner was served, to great success (with minor, expected bitch-moan-fest from His Majesty Lord Kidney Failure.) Mush and Cheryl retired, TJ drove Dad home and the rest of us all went to see Sweeney Todd.
Which brings us to Sweeney Todd, which I still intend to review. Soon.
*"Mush and Cheryl" = "Moose and Squirrel" now. Learn it.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:58 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
I fell asleep at the opera today. It was a matinee of Hansel and Gretel at the Met. My second opera ever; my first one in English. (At age 15 I attended an opera in Rome. I also fell asleep. Opera is not my bag.)
In Hansel and Gretel, as you know, a cannibalistic witch tries to kill a child and ends up roasting alive in an oven. Cannibalism and witches roasting in ovens. Sweeney Todd, anyone? My macabre Christmas theme continues.
Merry Christmas!!!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:09 AM | shower me with attention
In Hansel and Gretel, as you know, a cannibalistic witch tries to kill a child and ends up roasting alive in an oven. Cannibalism and witches roasting in ovens. Sweeney Todd, anyone? My macabre Christmas theme continues.
Merry Christmas!!!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:09 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, December 23, 2007
The Japanese contingent is here!
We always have whatever welcome-home feast she wants when she visits. This time she wanted a roast turkey dinner, a "Thanksgiving" dinner. So I've just enjoyed my third turkey of the holiday season. (I took it easy.)
Tomorrow the festivities begin in earnest. Opera, holiday lights, and the whole family back at Penthouse 54 for the eating to commence.
I think we might need to get an aluminum pole for my dad. There's always an airing of grievances... I'm not up for the feats of strength, though.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:45 PM | shower me with attention
We always have whatever welcome-home feast she wants when she visits. This time she wanted a roast turkey dinner, a "Thanksgiving" dinner. So I've just enjoyed my third turkey of the holiday season. (I took it easy.)
Tomorrow the festivities begin in earnest. Opera, holiday lights, and the whole family back at Penthouse 54 for the eating to commence.
I think we might need to get an aluminum pole for my dad. There's always an airing of grievances... I'm not up for the feats of strength, though.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:45 PM | shower me with attention
I can't suffer alone with this.
WARNING: The following link may scar your psyche, and will certainly change the way you watch The Golden Girls:
Golden Gals Gone Wild.
(I warned you.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:42 AM | shower me with attention
WARNING: The following link may scar your psyche, and will certainly change the way you watch The Golden Girls:
Golden Gals Gone Wild.
(I warned you.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:42 AM | shower me with attention
Saturday, December 22, 2007
We've decorated for Christmas, at last, at last. The Lizzie Borden bobblehead that lives on top of our tv needed a little holiday cheer, so I gave her a friend. I added the felt blood and Santa hat later. I really think it helps the effect. (Before picture here.)
Clearly all this Sweeney Todd business is having an effect on me. Did I mention that Gina's making meat pies for Christmas Eve?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:29 PM | shower me with attention
Clearly all this Sweeney Todd business is having an effect on me. Did I mention that Gina's making meat pies for Christmas Eve?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:29 PM | shower me with attention
I'm all's about the Sweeney right now. I'm too exhausted/busy to expand my review at the moment, but for the nonce, some back-reading in the form of my personal history with this particular Stephen Sondheim musical:
Exhibit A (about halfway down the page, 8/14/02 entry)
Exhibit B (3/4/04)
Exhibit C (3/6/04)
Exhibit D (10/22/05)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:03 PM | shower me with attention
Exhibit A (about halfway down the page, 8/14/02 entry)
Exhibit B (3/4/04)
Exhibit C (3/6/04)
Exhibit D (10/22/05)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:03 PM | shower me with attention
Tim Burton has redeemed himself.
(More later.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:06 AM | shower me with attention
(More later.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:06 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Eating nothing but chicken wings for a month is a very silly thing to do.
But now I'm hungry for chicken wings...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:26 AM | shower me with attention
But now I'm hungry for chicken wings...
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:26 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
I did the gingerpeople tonight. My gingerbread cookies are an annual, almost obsessive-compulsive tradition. My recipe comes from the Bakeshop in Colonial Williamsburg - I only like a soft gingerbread cookie, not that crispy Swedish kind. I'm an American.
I made this batch mostly for work - saved about a dozen for my family, but we're trying to be good girls. We're trying, but the Sales department sends us a batch of goodies every year at this time, at work, and they ended up on the file cabinet directly behind my desk where I have to pass them constantly. I partook.
A lot.
*sigh*
So all the gingerpeople except a few are going to work and they can all have them. It's celery and water for me, yup.
Yeah. Right.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:15 PM | shower me with attention
I made this batch mostly for work - saved about a dozen for my family, but we're trying to be good girls. We're trying, but the Sales department sends us a batch of goodies every year at this time, at work, and they ended up on the file cabinet directly behind my desk where I have to pass them constantly. I partook.
A lot.
*sigh*
So all the gingerpeople except a few are going to work and they can all have them. It's celery and water for me, yup.
Yeah. Right.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:15 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Yesterday we bought a Christmas tree, ingredients for gingerbread men, and the last of my Christmas presents.
Boo yeah.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:56 AM | shower me with attention
Boo yeah.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:56 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, December 17, 2007
The Seventh Annual SF Sketchfest: The San Francisco Comedy Festival
January 10-27, 2008
www.sfsketchfest.com
Tickets on sale Wednesday, December 19 at 10:00AM
2008 Line-Up Announced!
The Kids in the Hall
Um, yeah.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:42 PM | shower me with attention
January 10-27, 2008
www.sfsketchfest.com
Tickets on sale Wednesday, December 19 at 10:00AM
2008 Line-Up Announced!
The Kids in the Hall
Um, yeah.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:42 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, December 16, 2007
My friend Rynn sent me the following image:
Fabulous.
I saw Enchanted this weekend. It was intensely saccharine but cute and satisfying in a Disney-geek sort of way. I am pleased. Now I can devote all attentions to making Gina go see The Golden Compass with me.
The company holiday party was Friday night. I got pleasantly toasted and they awarded me MVP for my department, which made me feel warm and cozy inside (and the check was nice, too.) They also awarded my friend/boss "Rookie of the Year", which made me so happy I may have broken one of her ribs.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:02 PM | shower me with attention
Fabulous.
I saw Enchanted this weekend. It was intensely saccharine but cute and satisfying in a Disney-geek sort of way. I am pleased. Now I can devote all attentions to making Gina go see The Golden Compass with me.
The company holiday party was Friday night. I got pleasantly toasted and they awarded me MVP for my department, which made me feel warm and cozy inside (and the check was nice, too.) They also awarded my friend/boss "Rookie of the Year", which made me so happy I may have broken one of her ribs.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:02 PM | shower me with attention
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Some genius has posted some amazing videos of Stephen Sondheim teaching students to sing his songs. I can only guess they're British theatre/music students in the 1980's.
Watching his reactions to his own genius is lots of fun.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:01 PM | shower me with attention
Watching his reactions to his own genius is lots of fun.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:01 PM | shower me with attention
My Ravelry invitation arrived!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:13 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:13 PM | shower me with attention
I can't sleep tonight.
So, I read this on Boing Boing and made the mental leap to this.
(OK, fine. "This"# 1 = New product that hollows out bananas so that you can fill them with something else. "This" # 2 = Bruce McCulloch's "I Ain't Gonna Spread For No Roses" video.)
Am I strange for making this mental leap? Did anyone else in the universe think of this?
I'm gonna go puke now.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:24 AM | shower me with attention
So, I read this on Boing Boing and made the mental leap to this.
(OK, fine. "This"# 1 = New product that hollows out bananas so that you can fill them with something else. "This" # 2 = Bruce McCulloch's "I Ain't Gonna Spread For No Roses" video.)
Am I strange for making this mental leap? Did anyone else in the universe think of this?
I'm gonna go puke now.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:24 AM | shower me with attention
I just stayed up 'til 1:30 in the morning formatting my archives by hand. (The link is still fake in the template to discourage dumb/nosy people from finding my archives, but you smart people can read them.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:31 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:31 AM | shower me with attention
I did NOT see the finale of America's Next Top Model yet, and if you spoil it for me, you and I will no longer be friends.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:10 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:10 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
My mom is extraordinary.
Take today. She got us last minute tickets for her and I to see the revival of A Chorus Line, a show I've wanted to see since I was a kid and used to listen to her scratchy record of the Original Broadway Cast. I'd almost forgotten, I was having such a rotten day at work. Such a rotten, bitter, stinky, dissatisfied-with-life week. And then, after work, I had to go grab a lonesome fast-food dinner and pick up the tickets and kill an hour waiting for her, which I did in Times Square, which I hate, mostly picking through books at the Virgin Megastore. And then she finally arrived and we followed the usher, and the usher led us to the second row, orchestra. Row B. Right in front of stage left.
I love the second row. I do. Some people hate it, and I'm used to seeing shows from the back (cheap seats), but my eyes are not so good lately and squinting at the blurry figures from the back row gives me a headache. Whereas, from the front, I can be right up the actors' noses and really feel the live-theatre experience. I've only gotten to sit that close at a handful of shows (I can count them: The Secret Garden, Parade, Urinetown, Into the Woods @ Stratford...)
So that was brilliant. The show was fantastic. Then we went to Starbuck's and I had my nonfat-no-whip-decaf-tall peppermint mocha. Then, when I got home, just moments ago, there was a package waiting for me. From my mom. She'd read my recent laments about the gorgeous sweater coats at Anthropologie, which I can neither afford nor fit into, and she went online and found me a lovely sweater coat that actually, you know, fits me.
I love you, Mom. Thanks.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:39 PM | shower me with attention
Take today. She got us last minute tickets for her and I to see the revival of A Chorus Line, a show I've wanted to see since I was a kid and used to listen to her scratchy record of the Original Broadway Cast. I'd almost forgotten, I was having such a rotten day at work. Such a rotten, bitter, stinky, dissatisfied-with-life week. And then, after work, I had to go grab a lonesome fast-food dinner and pick up the tickets and kill an hour waiting for her, which I did in Times Square, which I hate, mostly picking through books at the Virgin Megastore. And then she finally arrived and we followed the usher, and the usher led us to the second row, orchestra. Row B. Right in front of stage left.
I love the second row. I do. Some people hate it, and I'm used to seeing shows from the back (cheap seats), but my eyes are not so good lately and squinting at the blurry figures from the back row gives me a headache. Whereas, from the front, I can be right up the actors' noses and really feel the live-theatre experience. I've only gotten to sit that close at a handful of shows (I can count them: The Secret Garden, Parade, Urinetown, Into the Woods @ Stratford...)
So that was brilliant. The show was fantastic. Then we went to Starbuck's and I had my nonfat-no-whip-decaf-tall peppermint mocha. Then, when I got home, just moments ago, there was a package waiting for me. From my mom. She'd read my recent laments about the gorgeous sweater coats at Anthropologie, which I can neither afford nor fit into, and she went online and found me a lovely sweater coat that actually, you know, fits me.
I love you, Mom. Thanks.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:39 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
What?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:12 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:12 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, December 10, 2007
Firstly: Happy birthday, Aunt Barbara!
Secondly: Playboy found me! Argh! See this blog post. In fact, I'll cut-and-paste:
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Ewwwww, why?
Why, four years after I ordered one issue of Playboy which contained an interview with my favourite singer, on a credit card that doesn't even exist anymore, does that publication continue to send me free issues of its magazine? Every few months another one shows up with my name on it. Do they think I subscribed? Is it a computer error? A free promotion to get me to subscribe? Did someone buy me a secret subscription? Is this more of the Campaign to Make Everyone Think Tavie is Gay?
So that was in May 2004.
It is now December, 2007. I got a Playboy in the mail today.
They found my "new" address (3 years after I moved) and are still sending me random free issues.
Because I ordered. One. Issue. Seven years ago.
Hef. Stop stalking me. Please.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:27 PM | shower me with attention
Secondly: Playboy found me! Argh! See this blog post. In fact, I'll cut-and-paste:
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Ewwwww, why?
Why, four years after I ordered one issue of Playboy which contained an interview with my favourite singer, on a credit card that doesn't even exist anymore, does that publication continue to send me free issues of its magazine? Every few months another one shows up with my name on it. Do they think I subscribed? Is it a computer error? A free promotion to get me to subscribe? Did someone buy me a secret subscription? Is this more of the Campaign to Make Everyone Think Tavie is Gay?
So that was in May 2004.
It is now December, 2007. I got a Playboy in the mail today.
They found my "new" address (3 years after I moved) and are still sending me random free issues.
Because I ordered. One. Issue. Seven years ago.
Hef. Stop stalking me. Please.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:27 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, December 08, 2007
Just blogging to move the shoes down the page a little. It's Saturday. Whaddya want.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:14 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:14 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Happy St Nicholas Day! May your wooden shoes be full of marzipan!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:16 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:16 AM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Go here, click on "audio", and scroll through to hear the snippets. Pause on my favorite song from that musical, "Pretty Women", and hear Mr. Depp and Mr. Rickman sing together.
It's not bad. It's really, really not bad. I can deal with this. I can be excited about this.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:10 PM | shower me with attention
It's not bad. It's really, really not bad. I can deal with this. I can be excited about this.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:10 PM | shower me with attention
My aunt's friend Myra told me that every Christmas she has a personal tradition: she goes to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to see their Christmas tree, her favorite, and then takes a slow bus ride down fifth avenue and goes to look at the windows.
Mine and my family's traditions have changed over the years, but I still have some constants. My personal holiday traditions include:
Baking Wlliamsburg gingerbread (the only cookie I'll still bake this year, as I'm foregoing the annual cookie-baking party I host in order to stay on track with my weight loss) and decorating them with my friends; taking most of them to work to give away to co-workers.
A peppermint mocha from Starbuck's (tall, no-whip with skim milk is only 4 points, and I'm saving this one up.)
Watching A Muppet Family Christmas. Preferably with my family, but I'm not picky.
Buying gifts for needy kids through New York Cares Winter Wishes program.
Looking at the light displays in Bensonhurt.
I want to know everyone's personal traditions, even of the bah-humbug variety. Post 'em in the comments.
I've only named a couple of mine, ones that I've consistently done for the last few years, but I have many more. The more unique, the better. Mine tend to be very New York-y; despite the crowds, there is no place I'd rather be at Christmastime than here in my home town. We really do it up right.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:32 AM | shower me with attention
Mine and my family's traditions have changed over the years, but I still have some constants. My personal holiday traditions include:
I want to know everyone's personal traditions, even of the bah-humbug variety. Post 'em in the comments.
I've only named a couple of mine, ones that I've consistently done for the last few years, but I have many more. The more unique, the better. Mine tend to be very New York-y; despite the crowds, there is no place I'd rather be at Christmastime than here in my home town. We really do it up right.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
My latest entry still applies.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:12 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:12 PM | shower me with attention
Monday, December 03, 2007
How I feel today.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:08 PM | shower me with attention
Do you see her spinning clockwise or counter-clockwise?
It took me all day but I finally can see it both ways.
Clockwise = Right-brain dominant
Counter-clockwise = Left-brain dominant
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:09 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:08 PM | shower me with attention
Do you see her spinning clockwise or counter-clockwise?
It took me all day but I finally can see it both ways.
Clockwise = Right-brain dominant
Counter-clockwise = Left-brain dominant
Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:09 PM | shower me with attention
Here's a crummy phone photo from before I neatened the eyeholes.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:59 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:59 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, December 02, 2007
It's snowing, it's snowing.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:27 AM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:27 AM | shower me with attention
Saturday, December 01, 2007
It's beautiful. Blocking now. Pictures later.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:31 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:31 PM | shower me with attention
After a year of on-and-off knitting, Yorick scarf, for Miss Peņa, is in the machine right now, felting. I started it by hand and went at it for a good half hour, but it's just too long to do the whole thing that way, so I crossed my fingers, knotted a pillowcase and tossed it in.
The dimensions are a bit small and I'm nervous about it felting into a tube. Other people have had success, but I haven't felted anything since the slipper-sock extravaganza of '02, and I'm nervous. What if it felts in a tube? What if it doesn't felt enough? What if it's a disaster? Will I take another year-long knitting hiatus, in my grief?
Cross your fingers.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:04 PM | shower me with attention
The dimensions are a bit small and I'm nervous about it felting into a tube. Other people have had success, but I haven't felted anything since the slipper-sock extravaganza of '02, and I'm nervous. What if it felts in a tube? What if it doesn't felt enough? What if it's a disaster? Will I take another year-long knitting hiatus, in my grief?
Cross your fingers.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:04 PM | shower me with attention
