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Happy Thanksgiving! [Nov. 25th, 2009|01:50 pm]
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I'm spending Thanksgiving with Lori and Kevin down in Tom's River--can't wait for a nice long day of fattening food and good friends. I baked two pies for the occasion:



Pumpkin



Pecan

I bake everything from scratch, including pureeing the pumpkin and making my own crust. Last night I wrote this on FB and my friend Beth Diamond wrote that she was afraid to make a pie crust. Then my friend Debbie Heartley asked for the recipe, so I posted it. Three simple ingredients--flour, salt and oil. And it makes all the difference--nothing like making it ALL from scratch!

My Mom always calls cooking a creative art and I certainly think so--one reason I love pies is because you can mix it up so, throw in all sorts of things. I get especially crazy with my pecan pies, sometimes adding bourbon, rum, chocolate, different spices, all sorts of things. Pecans are such a rich nut, they can hold their own against almost anything. Mom has a fantastic recipe for a Christmas cake that's basically a kind of fruit cake without the candied fruit--it's just a very rich cake. The recipe calls for 6 eggs! I beg her to make it every year--it's an old recipe that was handed down to her from I think her grandmother. Southern, naturally--nobody does desserts like the South!

Have a wonderful, cozy, comforting Thanksgiving, everyone! Hug your family and tell them you love them!

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I have a confession to make... [Nov. 23rd, 2009|06:08 pm]
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I read Twilight over the weekend...

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...and I liked it.

I used to love romance novels in high school and college for their pure escapism--my favorite one is called Royal Seduction by Jennifer Blake. I can't begin to tell you how many times I've reread it--classic Ruritanian story with a Balkan prince who sweeps into Lousiana looking for the mistress of his older brother who was murdered in their bed--said mistress just happens to be the lookalike cousin of the heroine, for whom the prince mistakes her. He kidnaps her and takes her to his bed--"a passionate punishment that proved she'd never been anyone's mistress" as the back cover copy breathlessly informed us--and even as he realizes the enormous mistake he's made, he refuses to give her up. What makes this book great, besides its classic elements of handsome prince, beautiful maiden, etc.--is how very well-written it is. Seriously. Genre fiction is not at all by definition bad or weak--Gone with the Wind is a romance (an epic one, to be sure) and it won the Pulitzer. Arthur C. Clarke and C.L. Moore, both highly respected authors, wrote genre fiction, as does Larry McMurtry. At any rate Royal Seduction's hero Rolfe is an intellectual who plays a lot of headgames with Angeline and she responds in kind--at one point, discussing his plans to track down her cousin, he says "fortuna favet fortibus" and she replies "fortune may favor the bold, your Highness, but it will take more than that to find a woman who is not there." Rolfe also has this peculiar, very poetic way of speaking that drove me wild--he says things like "you are the twin of my soul, half of my whole, a partnered swan without which you will die, singing." Yeah. Add to that devastatingly good-looking and an incredible fighter (he has a cadre of bodyguards who are a major part of the story, all of whom revere him) and you can see why I lapped this stuff up.



At any rate you can see why I enjoyed Twilight--sure it's silly (and certainly its prose is pretty pedestrian, not even close to Royal Seduction) but it's pure escapism. When the first movie came out last year, I'd never heard of the books and had no interest. Then when I was flying to Italy, I fell asleep just as they started showing it. I woke up, all bleary and exhausted, during that scene in the first when he tells her "you're like my personal brand of heroine...I can't stay away from you." Even in my stupor I remember thinking "okay, NOW I get why so many teenyboppers love this story." A guy who looks like a Greek God, can protect you from anything and anyone, is all broody and angtsy and needs you that badly? That is crack to the fantasies of a thirteen-year old. Of course they love it. And for a Mormon author writing a series of books wherein very little sex (from what I understand) is had, there is some hhhot stuff going on there! Maybe teenage girls will hold the boys in their life to a higher standard--Edward's standard--and demand to be respected, which is even more hilarious since Edward is played by Robert Pattinson who, in the words of Dickipedia, is "a dick actor, model, and musician best known for playing Edward Cullen in the film adaptation of Twilight, and very likely the reason your wife or girlfriend has stopped having sex with you." (PS, Dickipedia, he is NOT a dick! :) He played Cedric in Goblet of Fire and for that alone he's awesome! Oh, Cedric...)
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The Taconic Parkway Crash [Nov. 20th, 2009|02:36 pm]
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There's a fascinating article in New York magazine this week--I read on Monday and I've been thinking about it ever since. It's about that horrific crash on the Taconic Parkway that happened this summer, the one where 8 people, including 4 kids, were killed. What happened was a woman, Diane Schuler, with her daughter, son and three nieces in the car, went the wrong way down the Taconic Parkway--she went up an exit ramp and pulled into the inside breakdown lane and drove that way for about two miles until she slammed into an SUV going the other (correct) way. Everyone in her vehicle, except her son, was killed, and all three passengers in the SUV were also killed.

I found that sentence early in the article, "passing drivers said she stared straight ahead, her expression serene and oblivious, her hands at ten and two on the steering wheel" haunting. In fact it took me so, that I started doing research to see how the author had learned that--I can't find that detail, I may have to email him directly. I'd only barely heard of the story before I read the article (with no TV, I miss a lot of news, sadly) and my first exposure to it was with the article. I had a lot of very mixed feelings after reading it and after my research I'm even more engaged. The timeline in the article is eerie. She and her husband and other family members had gone camping and she left with all those kids around 9:30 am and stopped at a McDonald's for coffee and OJ, and I guess the kids ate there (this is not only from the article but from what else I've read). Around 12 noon, her sister-in-law Jackie (mother of three of the girls in the car) calls Diane's cell and they have a normal conversation, no apparent slurring or impairment. However just an hour later one of the nieces calls her dad, Jackie's husband Warren--there's something wrong with her aunt and they can hear kids crying in the background. The dad speaks to Diane who's disoriented and slurring. He tells her to stay put, he's coming to get her but she ends the call. And he calls back--again and again and again, as he's driving to try to find her, but does not call 911. She starts driving again and at some point during all this, witnesses apparently saw her at the side of the road, looking as though she were vomiting.

Those poor, terrified children. Oh man. That just makes my heart hurt. Those little girls--the oldest, 9 years old Emma, trying to handle this situation she knew was bad, trying to keep her sisters and cousins safe, doing all the right things by calling dad and telling him the signs where they were, and none of it helped. Because when they did an autopsy on Diane, she had an enormous amount of alcohol in her, 10 shots' worth, plus evidence that she'd been smoking pot within the hour. More than that, she had raw alcohol, indigested alcohol, in her stomach--so she'd kept on drinking even after she must've known she was hammered. What the hell? What could possibly explain that? How does she go from coherent and together at 12 to a complete mess an hour later? What the hell happened? Did she get some kind of bad news, did she think of something or did the alcohol act differently on her that day for some reason? I just don't get what would impel her to drink such an enormous amount when she had 5 kids in the car, especially when she'd never even come close to slipping like this before (had never shown up drunk to a PTA meeting or work or whatever).

Denial )

'This becomes a man you can't hate enough.' Really? )

"They should come forward, come clean," says Mike, and says that would be enough. “And we would feel better. We would."

I just don't know if I agree with that. I think right now nothing will make them feel better. I just don't think they're there yet. Maybe they never will be.

One thing that does sit wrong with me--I'm always uncomfortable when the spouse of the primary victim seems more invested in vengeance than the actual injured party. I think Jeanne Bastardi should be supporting her husband, not whipping him into greater heights of anger. He can obviously speak for himself. I can't imagine she's much solace to him, because she's just reinforcing his anger and hatred.

Her world is getting smaller... )

I hope the Bastardis, Danny and his son, and Warren and his wife find some peace. I really pray for that.
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New Music [Nov. 19th, 2009|07:13 pm]
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Saw Ragtime last night with Michael. This is a new scaled-down production--you might even call it stripped down. I didn't see the original production on Broadway, only the first national tour--I didn't have a problem with that set but apparently it attracted some criticism for being too much--too big, too bulky, whatever. Bearing that in mind, I think this set goes a little too far in the other direction--it looks like scaffolding up there. As a means of showing off the cast, as a structural piece that helps advance the action, I think it works--I just think it looks ugly and colorless. There's a middle ground, just add some more movable set pieces. They do this well enough in the New Rochelle WASP household, they need to do it more for the other settings as well. And have more of a car up there! Someone on ATC said it very well, "Fred Flintstone wants his car back!" The car is a symbol of Coalhouse's material success, we really should see more than an outline.

The performances are a little uneven but generally pretty good. The two strongest, IMO, are Stephanie Umoh as Sarah and Bobby Steggart as Mother's Younger Brother. The latter is incredibly intense, completely in the moment all the way through and manages somehow to be both scary and touching. He also sounds great. Stephanie Umoh doesn't always sound flawless (I think she's covering a little too much) but she does a pretty good job and she's so incredibly sweet and likeable as Sarah. I suppose you could argue that you kind of HAVE to like Sarah, she's written that way but you can't write charm, the performer has to bring that. Furthermore she's absolutely gorgeous, she looks like a radiant fawn up there.

Father and Mother were good but didn't particularly excite--I thought Mother was a slightly more interesting actor than singer. The kid playing Edgar is terrific, and I want to adopt the Little Girl. Tateh was--again, okay, but I thought he was missing something, he seemed to take himself SO SERIOUSLY, a little humor helps with that role and makes your eventual breakdown in the tenement neighborhood more impactful. Coalhouse acted the role quite well but I don't think he's supporting very well, I wasn't that thrilled with his singing.

Loved Donna Migliaccio (Washington DC actors represent! Everyone knows her down there) as Emma Goldman and am grumpy that one poster on ATC wrote her and the guy who played Booker T. Washington off as caricatures. I thought they both gave believable, fully realized performances. I also liked Harry Houdini and Henry Ford--yeah, they're not huge roles but I still liked them.

And--Evelyn. I always get cranky when I see Evelyns. I've never seen one that seemed to be anything much but a caricature. This one was waaaay too brash, grinning nonstop, with a really unattractive red wig* and just--trying too hard. Brash is not sexy. Cheap is not sexy. Subtle is sexy. Evelyn Nesbit was neither brash nor cheap--yes, she's written as a chorine milking her notoriety but you can make her more interesting and self-aware than that, you can have her winking (figuratively speaking) at the audience, especially on lines like "ruined at the age of 15!" She wrote two autobiographies for God's sake, she wasn't stupid. And frankly she was a hell of a lot more sympathetic than she's portrayed in the show--she really was a victim of her own beauty. Stanford White was nothing more than a proto-Roman Polanski, although he had a much more longstanding relationship with Evelyn and took care of her for a long time.

They also cut the second verse of "Crime of the Century"--well, they didn't exactly cut it but she mouthes the words to underscoring while Edgar or someone else gives us more exposition. O-kay, I can see the wisdom of that change, I just don't like it because I love that song!

*I'm so mortified. I've seen many pictures of Evelyn Nesbit but they're all in black and white--I had no idea she was a redhead. I've been grumbling about the fact that the original EN in 1998 was a blonde, because of all the characters whose appearance you need to get right, it's hers since that's orignally what made her famous! Anyway, she was a redhead.

Such a beautiful score. Man, do I love that score. Just to hear that live...

I sort of know Mark Aldrich, who played Willy Conklin. He's also from DC, and back in the '90s he was friends with a friend of mine, Charles. Charles and Amy (his GF) were sort of trying to set me up with Mark at one point--I think Charles and Mark were both doing A Christmas Carol at Ford's Theater (while Amy and I were doing Fiddler on the Roof at one of the dinner theaters) and we all hung out after their show one night at Sweet Georgia Brown's or one of those Southern restaurants that sprang up in DC after Clinton became President. I doubt he even remembers it :)

It strikes me as odd that Tateh is able to sell his "movie book" for a dollar--a whole dollar, really? A dollar was quite a bit of money back then, it would be at least $20 nowadays, I should think.
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Ragtime vs. The Lion King [Nov. 19th, 2009|10:56 am]
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Proposition:

The Lion King definitely deserved the Tony for Best Musical that year, since (IMO) it was the better-directed, tighter, more theatrically overwhelming piece of musical theater. (When the audience started applauding during the "Circle of Life" number, I knew right then which show would win. That number works beautifully, I wept when I finally saw the show.)

However, Ragtime should've won the Pulitzer, since it's a great example of American playwriting and tells its story better (better score, better book) than TLK. (I have no idea what won the Pulitzer that year, just saying I think Ragtime should've gotten that award instead of the Tony).

Thoughts?
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For all my fellow Star Wars geeks... [Nov. 13th, 2009|12:54 am]
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I love this! I've been laughing about it all day. "Aw, man..."
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Question about the Leo Frank case [Nov. 9th, 2009|04:44 pm]
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I've been rereading some articles about the Frank case. Can anyone tell me who is supposed to have written those two notes? Was it really the little girl? Surely Conley wouldn't have planted them there, since they implicate him.

Reading about this case makes me hate people.
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A Christmas Carol, Baking and News [Nov. 9th, 2009|03:59 pm]
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I'm rewriting A Christmas Carol again--TTC is doing a smaller, version of it this year. It's going to be staged in the Hoboken Historical Museum which is an interesting space. Not huge but it has some cool features like a balcony and stairs. Anyway, we're doing it as a reading, so I have to figure out how to slim down the script and keep a good amount of music (it wouldn't be MY Xmas Carol without all that exquisitely Anglican music!).

I made apple-y stuff last weekend with the apples we picked--I found a great recipe for apple bread, very rich and sweet with walnuts. (Well, I played with it a bit, substituted some brown sugar for some of the regular sugar for which the recipe called. It made it VERY moist with a kind of streusel thing going through it.) The batter tasted fantastic, like cookies. I also made some applesauce. Tonight I want to make a pie--I took a quick peek for my glass pie pan in the cabinets and didn't see it but it must be there.

Oh, and Polanski update: Emma Thompson mercifully saw reason and is removing her name from the disgusting petition of support for Polanski, the rape-rapist. Yay for sanity!
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Holy Crap [Nov. 5th, 2009|06:17 pm]
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Now 12 dead?

Bunch of fucking freaks. (Not soldiers in general--these particular murderers. Apparently there were more than one.) If you're going to commit suicide-by-cop/authority-figure by waving your gun around pathetically, why do you have to take out a bunch of innocent victims as well? Especially those who are serving our country? LOSERS. PATHETIC.
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Tuesday's Election Results (local) [Nov. 5th, 2009|11:43 am]
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There seems to be a lot of second-guessing about Bloomberg's smaller-than-expected margin of victory over Thompson--apparently it was only 5 points instead a projected 12 or so. Second-guessing and what seems to me to be an attempt to force this into a narrative, that being Bloomberg's supposed erosion of influence. Frankly I think all it means is that not many people here in the city voted on Tuesday because they all knew that Bloomberg would win. Thompson was nothing, a cipher. All he had going for him was that he wasn't Bloomberg, but he stood for nothing and he made a lot of basic, amateurish errors in his campaign (misspellings on campaign materials and in commercials, poor coordination with staff, etc.). A hapless effort overall.

I said something about this on Alex's FB page but to expand on it--I have a problem with the Democratic party in New York State. They're this well-entrenched party machine, like Tammany Hall, especially here in the city, so the only way to break through is to put in your time and eventually you'll get rewarded with a slot on the ticket. And so we, the voters, are presented with a bunch of talentless party hacks for our Democratic choices--I mean, Bill Thompson? Ferrer? Paterson? The ONLY way Paterson got on the Spitzer ticket for Lt. Governor was because he'd put in the time--he has zero leadership qualities and is unelectable. And with anemic choices like Ferrer and Thompson, we get trounced by more charismatic mavericks like Bloomberg and Guiliani--guys who actually have a chance at breaking through the pack because the pack is so much thinner in the NYC Republican party. Bloomberg was a Democrat originally--he had to switch parties to have a shot at the nomination. (And then switched again to become an Independent.) And look who he ran against in 2001? Mark Green, whom I actually don't mind personally or as Public Advocate, but is a bland, by-the-numbers leader. I think he does better snarking on the side, because he diesn't really impress me as a leader--I reacted quite badly to his negative campaigning in 2001.

The exception to this is Anthony Weiner, who is a NYC Democrat and I love him. He's like a charismatic geek--kind of like Bloomberg, now that I think of it. Very intelligent and a hard worker. I'd like to see him run again in four years.
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Rhett Butler's People [Oct. 30th, 2009|03:54 pm]
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I just finished reading Rhett Butler's People, an authorized (by the Mitchell estate) sequel to Gone with the Wind. Mercifully it completely ignores that dreadful other sequel, Scarlett, about which the less said, the better. RBP got better reviews than Scarlett (which were uniformly bad) but they were still mixed--I actually think it's quite good. It starts 12 years before the War, when Rhett is still a young man, continues through his meeting Scarlett and his courtship of and marriage with her, and ends I guess about 5 years after GWTW ends. The author's name is Donald McCaig and he damn well knows how to write about war (he wrote a very well received novel about the War called Jacob's Ladder) and the Low Country (Rhett is from the Charleston area). There are some really specific, descriptive, lyrical descriptions of Rhett's plantation youth.

Although the frame of the piece is GWTW from Rhett's point of view, like GWTW, the narrative shifts to other characters from time to time. Sometimes the action is from Belle Watling's POV, sometimes Rhett's sister Rosemary, sometimes Melanie or Ashley, and even from Scarlett's (interesting, because GWTW never had a section seen through Rhett's eyes). The book also introduces new characters, like Rhett's boyhood friend Andrew Ravenal (an old Charleston name, as is Rhett--I mean, in reality, like Tradd and Proileaux) and another one, Julian Fisher. With both of these characters, the author sketches out--how do I put this--he hints at things that we know about and talk about today, but back then they were only very, very faintly acknowledged, if at all. For example Andrew is described several times as melancholy--a "darkness" will descend upon him and Julian keeps him company. At one point the narrative takes place as he's experiencing this and you realize--oh, he's a depressive. Also, as everyone else is paring off and getting married, you're trying to keep track of the characters and eventually you realize--Julian isn't married. Julian hasn't courted anyone. The light dawns!--and it's more or less confirmed when Andrews calls him a "nancy boy" at one point. I like that, I like an historical novel that acknowledges these seemingly modern concerts without hitting you over the head anachronistically with them. Probably all of Julian's friends, after a point, understood Julian was "that way" or at the very least just knew he would never get married. The book Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe is the same way--nobody ever talks about it, but everyone understands what the two main characters are to each other.

The author's facility with character scenes is not as good as Margaret Mitchell's (who was a stunningly fluent writer with all different kinds of scenes--conversational, descriptive, dramatic). Sometimes he writes like a better version of Erich Segal where every brief conversation ends in some kind of bon mot or point or declamatory flourish. And I don't think he quite gets some of the characters--I'm not sure he really has a handle on Melanie exactly, although her memories of her childhood with her brother Charles (Scarlett's first husband) are quite endearing and actually make him much more interesting as a character. But back to the females--I'm not sure he really gets Scarlett either, at least post-GWTW Scarlett. It's difficult because as much as she changes throughout GWTW, she only has the Great Epiphany at the very end, so it's hard to know how to write a Scarlett who really does love Rhett and knows it. And there is an AWFUL lot of melodrama toward the end.

But as I said, the reviews are mixed. One criticism that puzzles me is that some say that the book deconstructs Rhett too much, makes him less mysterious, that supposedly he was a mystery, a cipher and that's why he was so interesting. I'm not sure I see Rhett as all that mysterious--he talks an AWFUL lot. If you've never read the novel but have only seen the movie, let me tell you, Rhett is a talker. He's always going on carriage rides with Scarlett where he's talking about history or the War or philosophy or social mores or something--pages worth. He's worse than Rosalind. I mean, no, he never bares his heart but he ain't no Sphinx. His appeal is more animal than that--it's not because he's a mystery, it's because he's a badass.

Oh, and since reading the book, I've been dying to re-read (for the hundredth time) GWTW--and I found it online!
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Last Night's Game [Oct. 26th, 2009|09:58 am]
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[shallow]There are some good-lookin' men on the Yankees. Andy Pettite? That intense stare, that nod, that efficient delivery? Hello! And Rivera is just classically beautiful--like, he could be a statue, his face is so chiseled. That Teixeira guy is yummy too, with that sensual mouth. Call me![/shallow]

Oh yeah--after apple-picking and dropping off various passengers and the car, I hung out at the Piper's Kilt to watch the game, exhausted though I was. Man, does the food there suck, but I nursed a Guinness and had a great time. Everyone was in a good mood. It's kind of weird, though, there was a girl there, obviously a huge Yankees fan from her regalia, who made a couple of cracks at people in the stands. Example: the camera cut to a shot of a young woman holding out a banner, saying something like "World Series 2009: Yankees vs. Phillis." People in the bar clapped and this girl sniped "get a new haircut." Later when they cut to a shot of Kate Hudson clapping, the girl simpered "Oooh, I'm a Yankees fan!" She only did this toward women in the stands. I wanted to say--you don't need to be threatened by the sight of other female fans. (And Kate Hudson is DATING A-Rod--I would hope she'd be there!) You're not the only one who loves sports--you're not unique in any way, there are a lot of us out there. Sniping at other women--and only at them--just makes you look insecure. Just chill and have a great time cheering on the team.

Oh, and I didn't notice this on the TV, but apparently for the last inning, the crowd at Yankee Stadium stood for the whole thing, just watching Rivera. That is awesome. What a tribute! This from the Washington Post:

The crowd stood for the whole thing, as if in homage to the master at work. It was a 1-2-3 ninth, the stadium exploding, Sinatra's voice telling everyone to start spreading the news, the great closer meeting his catcher halfway to home plate for a long, familiar hug.

That's beautiful writing--and on deadline too! I'm not used to reading such good writing in the sports section.
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Apple-Picking redux [Oct. 23rd, 2009|03:17 pm]
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Okay, we're trying this again. This Sunday (not tomorrow), Jason, Paula, Benjamin and I are going to go apple-picking at Applewood Farms again. There is one more seat if anyone wants it. We are splitting equally the cost of the car rental ($60-some) and the cost of the garage (Budget closes at 3 so I have to bring it back the next day--the garage will be about $12-15). I'm picking the car up at 10 so plan to be in Midtown by then. Any takers?

Sunday is forecast to be sunny and nice--yay! Gonna put on my jeans and pumpkin cap and go celebrate fall! (I'm going to get pumpkins in Inwood tomorrow--I think it may be too much for me to handle a bag of apples AND 1-2 sugar pie pumpkins AND a carving pumpkin AND a bottle or two of wine. I'm sure the farmers' market will have pumpkins.)
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Bye Bye Birdie [Oct. 21st, 2009|05:31 pm]
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Saw Bye Bye Birdie last night.

W. O. W.

This *may* surpass The Civil War as the worst Broadway show I've ever seen. I came close to walking out of CW at intermission, after that dreadful, self-indulgent number "How Many Devils?" but since someone had given me the ticket, I figured I owed it to them to stay.

BBB's big main, overriding flaw is the direction--including staging, casting, and the diection of the actors. Gina Gershon, who is gorgeous and who played Sally Bowles for the Rundabout to great acclaim, is egregiously miscast as Rosie. She is really terrible--not only can't she hit the notes, she can't project at all and does this weird, swooping thing on the notes. I can't describe it but she's pretty bad. Her dancing is non-existent, but worst of all is her performance. She just doesn't get the specific style, the energy of Rosie and the show. Her actions and staging is muddled and unclear--she seems like she's apologizing. She doesn't pop.

Stamos is a little better--he at least has a nice voice--but he is just. Not. The Albert type. At all. He doesn't have that nerdy, gangly energy that Albert should, and so he's just not that interesting in the role. Again, he doesn't pop. The girl who plays Kim has a lovely voice and is very sweet, but also doesn't get the role or the show. Kim is supposed to be so wide-eyed, she's ridiculous; "How Lovely to Be a Woman" is supposed to be simultaneously hilarious and adorable, because she's singing about how she's a woman and she's 15 and she's just so darn excited about those "simply beautiful clothes!" This girl sang it as though it were a thoughtful, introspective ingenue anthem--obviously the director didn't go through which phrases to lean on slightly, to make it more comic, like "the wait was well worthwhile," "...a woman's smile" and at the same time, revel in being able to "...stay out after ten!"

But all of this pales to the travesty that was Bill Irwin's performance as Mr. MacAfee. He should not be allowed anywhere near musical theater ever again. His performance of "Kids"--a slam-dunk number, an hilarious, character-based comic number, "this crazy kids, they'll be the death of me"--was THE worst, most self-indulgent, masturbatory performance I've ever seen on Broadway. He moaned and squeaked his way through the lyrics--it literally sounded as though he were having a bowel movement, the way he moaned "Keeeeeeedsuh!" My face was right out of the movie of The Producers--I was truly embarrassed for him. Honestly at this point I never want to see him in any show again, I hated his performance that much.

On the dimly bright side--the teenagers were completely adorable. Ridiculously adorable. I don't know how they directed themselves but they were all terrific, and GOT the show, they nailed the energy. I liked the Birdie too--he's not perfectly cast (a little too young, IMO) but still very good, and sounded nice. The sets are kind of minimal but I did like them, especially the MacAfee's living room--I really want that couch and those pillows! Music direction is only a'ight, I wanted to hear the kids more. Choreography is almost non-existent until "Lot of Living" when it finally picks up (the Shriner's Ballet and another dance number of Rosie's are cut).

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As I said, the teenagers are the best, second-best, and third-best thing about the show. They all give terrific performances. Just look at those adorable faces!
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Crazies on the Subway [Oct. 19th, 2009|05:25 pm]
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Have to say, my nerves are being stretched verrrry thin nowadays by crazy subway people. I've found ever since this summer, I have MUCH less tolerance for The Crazy, even less than I did before. The Fungus was obviously fucking batshit, but she knew exactly what she was doing and was therefore fully responsible, notwithstanding her "Iiiiii'm the victum heah" whining. The Crazies (and their partners, the Loud Ones) seem to be multiplying like tribbles, although tribbles are much cuter and make a nice sound, UNLIKE The Crazies. As much as I love that 59th Street to 125th Street is express, it also puts us as the mercy of these freaks. Last week, I get on at Columbus Circle and there's a preacher. Now most of these guys are hideously annoying, but some at least can speak--they modulate their voices a little, have a preacher cadence. This one had no public speaking skills whatsoever--his voice went UP and DOWN and UP and DOWN, with a heavy accent. I wanted to scream. I glared at him, put on my iPod and turned the sound up--it was pretty high before he was drowned out.

This seems to be happening more and more. The next day, after UP and DOWN preacher guy, came aboard a singer. And yep, it was at Columbus Circle. This guy announced he was there to sing for us, he wasn't going to charge us (gee, thanks) but we could "show him a little love." He plants himself two feet away and starts to sing a capella, quite loudly. The leg from 59th to 125th is a little under 10 minutes, so he gets through several songs--eventually he's walking through the car, sticking his hat into people's faces and rattling it. HATE. Seriously, I just want to smack that thing out of his hand. It's JUST SO RUDE, it really is a form of extortion. Let us ride in peace.

Saturday night, one annoying guitar player (I will say, his playing and singing were pretty good and at least he didn't demand money, it was just too LOUD and more to the point, it was forced on us) and this morning, two annoying Mexican salsa players--again with the LOUD and the hat in the face. The worst was when Mom and I were coming back from JFK airport after our London trip. Something like 5-6 preachers, panhandlers, musicians, one right after the other. And the shtick is so rehearsed and lame.

Thank goodness for iPods. I don't know why but it's really getting to me lately. Personal space and the right to ignore someone--the right to be in my own thoughts and not be forced to interact--is a huge deal with me.
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The Little Rock Nine [Oct. 19th, 2009|03:48 pm]
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I've been re-reading the book The Fifties by David Halberstam--I got it on Amazon a few years ago, thinking it was another book about the '50s that I'd read years ago--when I realized it was a different one, I perused it but didn't pay too much attention. Mom snaked it out of my bookcase when she was here a few weeks ago so I picked it up again.

Very interesting book that deals with trends/themes/etc. chapter by thorough chapter. One that's struck me is the on Little Rock--I think it's especially poignant now, with all these people claiming "I'm not a racist..." and then saying or doing racist things.

The facts: 3 years after the Brown decision, nine kids were hand-picked to integrate Central High in Little Rock. Elizabeth Eckford was one of those nine. She showed up for the first day of school (well, she and the others should've been there before then--there were legal shenanigans, injunctions, etc., anything to block these kids' ingress). However she didn't realize that the meeting place had changed--Daisy Bates, the head of the NAACP wasn't able to contact her because the Eckford household had no phone. So this little slip of a girl shows up--all alone. She sees the soldiers, the Arkansas National Guard, ostensibly there in case of violence but in reality their purpose is to keep the black kids out. She sees the Guard letting in the white kids--as she tries to follow them through, they block her entrance. Not understanding, she makes her way to another entrance, and another--the same thing happens. There's been a crowd gathering of militant segregationists--men, women, old people, teenagers--who start following this little girl. Yelling unbelievable things. Unbelievable things. To this 15 year old girl, who just wants an education.

Elizabeth Eckford maintained her dignity throughout all of this--behaved with a superhuman control, although I can't imagine her terror. She finally went over to the bus bench and sat down--a reporter helped her and she made her way home. Eventually, finally, the kids were able to get in--the drama had subsided but the war was just beginning.

It's important to know that Little Rock was actually relatively racially moderate, as Southern cities went at that time. And even more bizarrely, so was Orville Faubus, the Arkansas governor. This is a man who's gone down in history as the proto-George Wallace, a racist, arch-conservative demagogue and yet believe it or not, until the Central High events started shaping up, he was actually quite moderate.* It's--appalling or disgusting, or discouraging, to realize that his actions, which helped create what could've been a fatal crisis, were completely politically motivated. He was not a racist ideologue. He was facing re-election and wanted to defang the segregationists who were going to be challenging him. (And it worked. He was re-elected several times after that.) I don't even know what to say about a man who throws nine schoolchildren to a howling mob, a moder-day Pontius Pilate, just to be re-elected. Like, are you even a human being after that? Elizabeth Eckford could've been killed--easily. Her life was in danger. There were people--more than one--calling for her lynching right then and there, in front of the cameras and microphones. This was the most dramatic episode, but those nine kids were criminally harassed--taunted, stalked, physically attacked--throughout the entire school year. God bless every last one of them. Teenagers? I don't think I could've withstood that at 15. Jesus. How does a teenager have that kind of courage?

*Interestingly, Eisenhower was more racist than Faubus, although he absolutely would've been one of those oblivious types who denied it. The book recounts an interesting episode when a black guy at the U.N., I think it was Ralph Bunch, was going to be honored and Eisenhower was leery of attending the function--because, he said, he thought other people might boycott it, other people might be uncomfortable. He finally was pushed into it, and was stunned to see the function was completely uncontroversial and everyone supported the guy wholeheartedly. Truly oblivious to his own bias. He ended up pulling the rug out under Faubus NOT because of Faubus's actions towards the kids, but because he had gone back on his word to Ike--this bajillion-star general wasn't going to tolerate insubordination.

Although, not that this is to Ike's credit, when he finally did sign Executive Order 10730 (which federalized the Arkansas National Guard) and sent in the 101st Airborne--now the soldiers were on the side of the kids, not the racists--things progressed somewhat awesomely. The book talks about how the soldiers marched up to Daisy Bates home, where the kids were, and saluted the mothers and said "ma'am, we'll bring your children back here at 3:30." Minnijean Brown, one of the nine, said "for the first time in my life, I felt like an American citizen." Which makes me want to cry.

I think people like this morally bankrupt JP in Louisiana want to look at things like this--at one of the most egregious examples of racism on display in this country's history--and comfort themselves, "I'm not like that. I would never do that. That's what racism is." If you'd asked those people yelling those epithets if they were racist, this is what they would say: "No, I'm not a racist. I would never murder blacks, I just don't want them in my school." But thought, feelings, words and actions are all a continuum, you can't compartmentalize. And just because you're not actually doing the worst, doesn't mean you're not contributing to and reinforcing the attitudes that help create the worst.

And not only that, the weird thing is that most of the harassment of the Nine was by a relatively small group--I think Eckford said it was 55 kids out of a pretty large school population (1500? 2000? Something like that). Any white kid who showed any decency to the Nine was also subject to harassment (and the reporter who helped Eckford at the bus stop was practically run out of town). There's something really vile that 55 kids can hold an entire school hostage like that--truly illustrating that "all it takes for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing."
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Ew (Balloon Hoax Family) [Oct. 19th, 2009|12:53 pm]
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I have to say, as soon as I heard this family gave three interviews right! that! day! I called, shenanigans. Frankly what immediately popped into my head was "Heather, how many networks did you run to?!" But I'm at the gym, I'm watching when the father is holding his kid and seemingly crying, saying thank God he's back, and I thought, okay maybe I'm wrong. I admit, the tears moved me.

Then it's all over the place that the poor kid is getting sick on TV, and apparently spills the beans. And then this whole weird elaborate "I have an announcement" and "I'm going to put out a box for your questions" and the whole thing just seems very--off, like he's trying desperately to stir up even more drama. Then you hear they were on a couple of reality shows already, then you hear they were "shopping a story idea" around, trying to get their own show and it becomes clear, this is almost certainly a hoax. This just screams LOOK AT ME. Then when you watch the video of when the balloon was launched, you see the guy, as soon as he "realizes" the balloon is untethered, immediately flip out--I mean, zero to 60 in a second, screaming at his wife and kids, kicking things. No, sorry, people don't react that quickly to shit--they don't get angry *that* quickly, it takes a moment or two to sink in. Apparently this couple took acting lessons--let's just say, they didn't get their money's worth, because he's not very believable.

Then you see that he has a bunch of bizarre YouTube videos, centering around the theme of women who wear too much makeup and how unattractive that is, women who get breast implants and how unattractive that is, women who become Secretary of State and how unattractive THAT is (one of his videos is about how Hillary Clinton is a "reptilian"), women who--you get the picture. The guy has hopped on the "Misogyny is the new irony!" train--if you bash women, you get attention *and* street cred for not being too PC or p*ssywh*pped. You can PROVE you're a man without actually having to, you know, take care of your responsibilities, get a job, read the Torah, the usual.

All of this would be no more than cringe-inducing except for two things: those children, who have been taught by their parents to lie, and 2) the enormous amount of money and resources sucked up by this nonsense. Those helicopters could've been helping someone who really needed it. And they're not cheap. All the northbound flights out of Denver Airport that were diverted--that's ridiculously expensive. There could've been an actual emergency happening, that didn't get the attention it should've because of this clown.

And the kids--I feel really bad for them. That little 6 year old is adorable. And he and his siblings are being coached to lie to people and use them? They're seeing their dad dance around in feigned rage, screaming at them--but it's all "for the show" so do they know to take it seriously or not? I really despise these parents--mainly the dad, since he seems to be more than willing to force his way in front of the camera. Their youngest one is being forced to do something he knows is wrong--it's so stressful, he's literally getting sick. Bless his heart.

The whole thing is disgusting. I hope they dig up every charge they can for this couple, including restitution, and look into that home situation. Then I just want this loser with his fake tears and his fake rage to get a haircut and GO AWAY. Nobody wants to watch your shows, or your lame videos, or hear about your "science." Nobody cares. One thing I despise is when people exploit sincere empathy of human kindness for their own kicks or to feed their need for publicity. (Like that pathetic hoax after 9/11, with that picture of the guy who was supposedly on the North Tower--you know, the one with no observation deck--right before the first plane hit, and you can see the plane approaching in the background. Man, there were already enough horrible stories that really DID happen. Why make fun of people's reactions? Why try to stir up more?) It just makes a mockery of people's decency.
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Followup on Racist JP [Oct. 17th, 2009|07:51 pm]
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Apparently the rest of the nation isn't taking this too well.

Both Governor Jindal and Senator Landrieu are calling him out. GOOD. Embarrass him, point fingers at him, kick him out of office, shame him. Call upon the power of community to enforce community standards.

Two things I love:

"Perhaps he's worried the kids will grow up and be president," said Bill Quigley, director of the Center for Constitutional Rights and Justice...

and

Bardwell, a Republican, has served as justice of peace for 34 years. He said he has run without opposition each time, but had decided earlier not to run again.

Sure you did. Right. This brouhaha, which you obviously didn't think would blow up in your face, has NOTHING to do with your decision not to run again.
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Un-believable (Paula, don't read. Seriously.) [Oct. 15th, 2009|06:47 pm]
Unbelievable )
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Shallow, Clothes-Oriented Post [Oct. 15th, 2009|04:57 pm]
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Just ordered some darling items from Plasticland, including this oh-so-seasonal plaid pencil skirt:



Can't wait to pair that up with cute shoes and a sweater! The Mad Men look is difficult for me to pull off--I'm not voluminously busty enough--but some stuff, like pencil skirts, I can handle.
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