Tavie blogs i like:
amy
dave foley
mark mckinney
e.mail
archive
andrew
carl
barb cooking blog
boing boing
caroline
cartoon brew
chris
cityroom
consumerist
erin
gena/ deadly stealth frogs
gothamist
jim hill
kids in the hall lj
kithblog
matt k
mike t
nathan
post secret
rynn
sarah
sarah c
sean
tea rose
toby
tom
webcomics i read:
american elf
american stickman
elfquest
lolcats!
masque of the red death
the perry bible fellowship
toothpaste for dinner
ultrajoebot
xkcd
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me on the tumblr
me on the flickr
me on the formspring
me on the twitter
me on the ravelry
me on the myspace
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Kids in the Hall on Facebook
Tasty Morsels Bakery on Facebook
my 'currently-reading' shelf:
i want:
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i've read:
goodreads list
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Mom got tickets on TDF for "Next to Normal", a Broadway musical I knew nothing about going into. Turned out to be about bipolar disorder, a fascinating subject, to me, that was handled with ham-fisted Lifetime-Movie-Network triteness. The music wasn't bad, but the lyrics tended towards teeth-curling cheese, and utter, dismaying lack of subtlety.
Performances were heartbreaking, though, particularly the dude playing the husband.
And, despite myself, this song made me burst into tears. Dammit. I don't think anyone who's been on antidepressants for over a decade could not cry at this song.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:53 PM | shower me with attention
Performances were heartbreaking, though, particularly the dude playing the husband.
And, despite myself, this song made me burst into tears. Dammit. I don't think anyone who's been on antidepressants for over a decade could not cry at this song.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:53 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, June 26, 2009
Happy birthday, Mark!
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Thursday, June 25, 2009
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:50 PM | shower me with attention
Rest in peace, Captain:
Also: My Michael Jackson Story (as told in a 1996 Usenet post.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:56 PM | shower me with attention
Also: My Michael Jackson Story (as told in a 1996 Usenet post.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:56 PM | shower me with attention
I'm sort of stunned that Michael Jackson is dead. Don't know why.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:49 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:49 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
I am kind of in love with this Youtube performer.
She just sings into her camera. But her voice is really good and she likes a lot of the same shows and songs I like.
I've never really become obsessed with a random Youtube person before. I think it's time to go to sleep.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:13 AM | shower me with attention
She just sings into her camera. But her voice is really good and she likes a lot of the same shows and songs I like.
I've never really become obsessed with a random Youtube person before. I think it's time to go to sleep.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:13 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Inca Stinka is goddamn adorable.
(Taken last week at my parents' place when I stopped in to check on the kitties.)
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(Taken last week at my parents' place when I stopped in to check on the kitties.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:26 PM | shower me with attention
From: Tavie
To: magazine@nytimes.com
Subject: Kenken? Whywhy?
Date: Sun, Jun 21, 2009 1:20 am
Dear Editor,
I've been a fan of your magazine since I was 16 years old. For the past
14 years, I've looked forward to my weekly fix of crossword puzzle,
second puzzle and interesting articles (in that order.) The New York
Times Sunday Magazine is the only periodical I read regularly, the only
magazine I subscribe to. The crossword and secondary puzzles are
literally the highlight of my week, most weeks.
I appreciate the new design, I appreciate that these are tough economic
times. I like the new typeface. It's all very cool. Last week, I
flipped to the second-to-last-page first, as is my custom, to check out
the puzzles. I was disappointed to see a Kenken puzzle in there, but
figured that I'd see good ole Emily and Henry appear next week.
This evening I picked up my magazine and flipped to the last page, my
heart aflutter with anticipation, with trepidation. And I was right to
be nervous, for not only is there ANOTHER Kenken, but there are the
dreaded words, "The Acrostic Puzzle is online."
It may not seem like a big deal to you - certainly, I have access to a
computer, and as a home delivery customer, I have access to the online
puzzles. Having the puzzle in the magazine is a small detail, but it's
important to me. Many weeks I won't finish both puzzles in one sitting,
and I won't have a chance to read through the entire magazine all in
one gulp. Most weeks I carry the magazine around in my oversized purse
with me all week, chewing through the tougher puzzles, enjoying the
flow of ink onto paper. I choose my purses based on dimension - if the magazine won't fit in it, I won't buy it. I'm particular about the pens I'll use to do
the puzzle (mechanical pencil only for diagramless) and by the end of
the week, the issue has become an old friend to whom I must say
goodbye, dogeared and wrinkly and ready to make its journey to a
recycling center.
This Kenken thing is a cruel blow to me, Editor. I love sudoku, but I
have no love for Kenken. Kenken and I don't understand eachother. I
want to see Henry and Emily again, want to carry them around with me
all week.
Please, please, please reconsider moving the acrostic to online-only.
You're breaking my heart.
Sincerely yours,
Octavia Phillips
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:20 AM | shower me with attention
To: magazine@nytimes.com
Subject: Kenken? Whywhy?
Date: Sun, Jun 21, 2009 1:20 am
Dear Editor,
I've been a fan of your magazine since I was 16 years old. For the past
14 years, I've looked forward to my weekly fix of crossword puzzle,
second puzzle and interesting articles (in that order.) The New York
Times Sunday Magazine is the only periodical I read regularly, the only
magazine I subscribe to. The crossword and secondary puzzles are
literally the highlight of my week, most weeks.
I appreciate the new design, I appreciate that these are tough economic
times. I like the new typeface. It's all very cool. Last week, I
flipped to the second-to-last-page first, as is my custom, to check out
the puzzles. I was disappointed to see a Kenken puzzle in there, but
figured that I'd see good ole Emily and Henry appear next week.
This evening I picked up my magazine and flipped to the last page, my
heart aflutter with anticipation, with trepidation. And I was right to
be nervous, for not only is there ANOTHER Kenken, but there are the
dreaded words, "The Acrostic Puzzle is online."
It may not seem like a big deal to you - certainly, I have access to a
computer, and as a home delivery customer, I have access to the online
puzzles. Having the puzzle in the magazine is a small detail, but it's
important to me. Many weeks I won't finish both puzzles in one sitting,
and I won't have a chance to read through the entire magazine all in
one gulp. Most weeks I carry the magazine around in my oversized purse
with me all week, chewing through the tougher puzzles, enjoying the
flow of ink onto paper. I choose my purses based on dimension - if the magazine won't fit in it, I won't buy it. I'm particular about the pens I'll use to do
the puzzle (mechanical pencil only for diagramless) and by the end of
the week, the issue has become an old friend to whom I must say
goodbye, dogeared and wrinkly and ready to make its journey to a
recycling center.
This Kenken thing is a cruel blow to me, Editor. I love sudoku, but I
have no love for Kenken. Kenken and I don't understand eachother. I
want to see Henry and Emily again, want to carry them around with me
all week.
Please, please, please reconsider moving the acrostic to online-only.
You're breaking my heart.
Sincerely yours,
Octavia Phillips
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:20 AM | shower me with attention
Saturday, June 20, 2009
I bought a straightening iron but there has not been ONE non-rainy day that I've had time to try it out. So I did it anyway in preparation for Staci's party even though it will frizz up the moment I leave the bathroom.
Check out the mirror, though, I even managed to get the back.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:17 PM | shower me with attention
Check out the mirror, though, I even managed to get the back.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:17 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, June 19, 2009
I have a mysterious entry on my blackberry calendar for July 23rd. It simply says "Radio 4". No time given. Does this ring a bell to anyone?
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:49 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:49 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
If there's enough room for a chowderhead like you, then there's MORE than enough room for a dragon!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:19 PM | shower me with attention
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:19 PM | shower me with attention
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Kevin McDonald does drama!?!
My first favorite part of the weekend so far: reunion with good friends I haven't seen in at least a year.
My second favorite part of the weekend so far: Kevin yelling at me when he realized that I'd seen his one-man show in Montreal and that I didn't come back to say hi (because I'm shy - "I'm shy too!" "But you just screamed "FUCK" for five minutes straight in front of 150 people!" "I PRETEND I'm not shy!!!"), and Kevin remembering that the last time we'd seen eachother was in Boston. (That was a special night for me and I'm touched he remembered.)
My third favorite part of the weekend so far: Nina losing her SHIT in the middle of Kevin's show. She's usually the queen of cool. She lost her fucking SHIT, laughing - before anyone else in the crowd laughed. It was glorious.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:13 PM | shower me with attention
My first favorite part of the weekend so far: reunion with good friends I haven't seen in at least a year.
My second favorite part of the weekend so far: Kevin yelling at me when he realized that I'd seen his one-man show in Montreal and that I didn't come back to say hi (because I'm shy - "I'm shy too!" "But you just screamed "FUCK" for five minutes straight in front of 150 people!" "I PRETEND I'm not shy!!!"), and Kevin remembering that the last time we'd seen eachother was in Boston. (That was a special night for me and I'm touched he remembered.)
My third favorite part of the weekend so far: Nina losing her SHIT in the middle of Kevin's show. She's usually the queen of cool. She lost her fucking SHIT, laughing - before anyone else in the crowd laughed. It was glorious.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:13 PM | shower me with attention
Friday, June 12, 2009
12 of June, a gibbous moon...
Today is a special day in two ways:
(1) It's Scott Thompson's 50th birthday.
(2) It's the 10th anniversary of the day I met two of my best friends in the whole world, Gina and Cheryl. We met at a screening of Dave Foley's The Wrong Guy, at a Tribeca theatre that used to be called The Screening Room. Dave was there, too. I'm terribly glad he was. That day really changed my life. I may well still be living with my parents if I hadn't met my goils. Our friendship spiraled past the point of no return that first year, especially after the Kids in the Hall went on tour in early 2000. I started spending every weekend in Jersey at Gina's place, and did that for the next 5 years or so, until the three of us got an apartment together in Jersey City 3 years ago. And now Gina and I are roomies in Hoboken and Cheryl lives not too far away and I have a whole network of wonderful friends that probably would not be as strong as it is were it not for Gina's half-crazy tendency to welcome strangers into her home.
So June 12th has been International Goil Day since 1999, and it includes all of our friends, even those who are far away in exotic places like Michigan, Maine, Georgia, Oregon, Wisconsin, Indiana, Idaho, Texas, Canada, India, Sweden. There are even Goils that are actually boys, that we just call... boys, because I never have liked the term "Boil" (sorry, guys.)
I have experienced a lot of wackiness, krazy kooky adventures, silly fun, scary and sad and happy and hilarious happenings with these people. Births, deaths, moving house, peeing our pants laughing. These people my tribe, near and far.
I love you, Goils. Happy 10th anniversary.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:37 AM | shower me with attention
Today is a special day in two ways:
(1) It's Scott Thompson's 50th birthday.
(2) It's the 10th anniversary of the day I met two of my best friends in the whole world, Gina and Cheryl. We met at a screening of Dave Foley's The Wrong Guy, at a Tribeca theatre that used to be called The Screening Room. Dave was there, too. I'm terribly glad he was. That day really changed my life. I may well still be living with my parents if I hadn't met my goils. Our friendship spiraled past the point of no return that first year, especially after the Kids in the Hall went on tour in early 2000. I started spending every weekend in Jersey at Gina's place, and did that for the next 5 years or so, until the three of us got an apartment together in Jersey City 3 years ago. And now Gina and I are roomies in Hoboken and Cheryl lives not too far away and I have a whole network of wonderful friends that probably would not be as strong as it is were it not for Gina's half-crazy tendency to welcome strangers into her home.
So June 12th has been International Goil Day since 1999, and it includes all of our friends, even those who are far away in exotic places like Michigan, Maine, Georgia, Oregon, Wisconsin, Indiana, Idaho, Texas, Canada, India, Sweden. There are even Goils that are actually boys, that we just call... boys, because I never have liked the term "Boil" (sorry, guys.)
I have experienced a lot of wackiness, krazy kooky adventures, silly fun, scary and sad and happy and hilarious happenings with these people. Births, deaths, moving house, peeing our pants laughing. These people my tribe, near and far.
I love you, Goils. Happy 10th anniversary.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:37 AM | shower me with attention
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Fun with "Post Options" on blogger: I'm changing the date so I can say: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MYERS!
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Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Happy 75th birthday, Donald.
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Monday, June 08, 2009
This is ma jolie Stephanie, about to leave for her cousin's wedding on Staten Island this morning. (The bride, Vicky, is all splendor in the background.) This is my favorite picture of the day, because it captures the paradoxical, hectic poise that Steph maintained throughout the day. She is also radiant in this color.
Kirsten and I followed soon behind. It was a long, long day with lots of food and drink and people and pretty dresses and happy family. I've known Vicky since - well, she was born the year Steph and Kirsten and I met, so pretty much her whole life. It was the first wedding I've been to in many years, and I spent most of it watching people dance and drinking Budweiser. (I did get pulled into the Hava Nagila, and let it happen, because Steph needed me.)
I think what I'm most proud of is the fact that Kirsten and I were the ones who zipped Vicky into her gown. Her bridesmaids and maid-of-honor were too busy getting themselves ready (Sis and I followed hours later, having the luxury of not being in the bridal party.) That's for myself. What I'm proudest of, really, is how beautiful and charming and poised my Stephanie was. Her maid-of-honor speech was absolutely the bestestestestest speech of the night.
More pictures here.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:20 AM | shower me with attention
Kirsten and I followed soon behind. It was a long, long day with lots of food and drink and people and pretty dresses and happy family. I've known Vicky since - well, she was born the year Steph and Kirsten and I met, so pretty much her whole life. It was the first wedding I've been to in many years, and I spent most of it watching people dance and drinking Budweiser. (I did get pulled into the Hava Nagila, and let it happen, because Steph needed me.)
I think what I'm most proud of is the fact that Kirsten and I were the ones who zipped Vicky into her gown. Her bridesmaids and maid-of-honor were too busy getting themselves ready (Sis and I followed hours later, having the luxury of not being in the bridal party.) That's for myself. What I'm proudest of, really, is how beautiful and charming and poised my Stephanie was. Her maid-of-honor speech was absolutely the bestestestestest speech of the night.
More pictures here.
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Wednesday, June 03, 2009
My friend sarah is so good at the internet.
There's this band, I'm not familiar (but I've never heard of anyone - The Beatles, I'm sorry, and they are...?)but they have this catchy kicky song and she made this excellent brat-pack tribute video to the song, and then these annoyingly pretty, happy kids in Brooklyn made a tribute video to her tribute video.
Man. I can't remember the last time I did something cool with the internet.
(It was like a year ago.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:23 AM | shower me with attention
There's this band, I'm not familiar (but I've never heard of anyone - The Beatles, I'm sorry, and they are...?)but they have this catchy kicky song and she made this excellent brat-pack tribute video to the song, and then these annoyingly pretty, happy kids in Brooklyn made a tribute video to her tribute video.
Man. I can't remember the last time I did something cool with the internet.
(It was like a year ago.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:23 AM | shower me with attention
Because of Twitter, I find it really hard to blog more than a sentence at a time.
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I went to trivia night at some frickin' bar in the middle of nowhere and it was fun and erin was there.
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Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:19 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, June 01, 2009
Guy Incognito pointed out that this doodle, from last Thursday's metrics meeting, is the happiest self-portrait he's ever seen me do. He says in every other picture I draw myself as a hunchbacked old grandmother.
We're almost set for late August. I'm so excited.
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We're almost set for late August. I'm so excited.
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