q/a received today.

"Welcome to the 2008 edition of getting to know your Friends. Change
> all the answers so they apply to you, and then send this to your
> friends
> including the person who sent it to you. The theory is that you will
> learn a lot of little things about your friends that you might
> not have
> known!"

(please note some answers have been changed to protect my anonymity.)
>
> 1. What time did you get up this morning? i'm still in bed
> 2. Diamonds or pearls? pearls
> 3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? sex and the shitty
> 4. What is your favorite TV show? the wire
> 5. What do you usually have for breakfast? vodka
> 6. What is your middle name? alice
> 7. What food do you dislike? tarragon chicken
> 8. What is your favorite CD at moment? who listens to cds anymore, asshole.
> 9. What kind of car do you drive? lezbaru
> 10. Favorite sandwich? blt
> 11. What characteristic do you despise? fat people
> 12. Favorite item of clothing? my adidas sneakers
> 13. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where
> would you
> go? bali
> 14. Favorite brand of clothing? diane von furstenburg
> 15. Where would you retire to? new york city
> 16. What was your most recent memorable birthday? i'm usually too drunk to remember my birthday
> 17. Favorite sport to watch? competitive figure skating
> 18. Furthest place you are sending this? la
> 19. Person you expect to send it back first? you
> 20. When is your birthday? october 16
> 21. Are you a morning person or a night person? night
> 22. What is your shoe size? 6 1/2
> 23. Pets? armin mueller stahl
> 24. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with us? i i'm tan
> 25. What did you want to be when you were little? a groupie
> 26. How are you today? general malaise
> 27. What is your favorite candy? jelly bellies and swedish fish
> 28. What is your favorite flower? lilacs and lily of the valley
> 29. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to? 4th of july...party!
> 30. What is your full name? xxx
> 31. What are you listening to right now? fan
> 32. What was the last thing you ate? a cherry
> 33. Do you wish on stars? absolutely
> 34. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? burnt sienna
> 35. What is the weather right now? grey and muggy
> 36. The first person you spoke to on the phone today? no one
> 37. Favorite soft drink? orangina
> 38. Favorite restaurant? blue ribbon
> 39. Real hair color? brown
> 40. What was your favorite toy as a child? barbie's slutty sister
> 41. Summer or winter? spring
> 42. Hugs or kisses? depends who's giving them
> 43. Chocolate or Vanilla? Ice cream? Vanilla
> 44. Coffee or tea? coffee
> 45. Do you want your friends to email you back? sure
> 46. When was the last time you cried? two days ago on subway
> 47. What is under your bed? slippers, an extension cord, boxes of photos, boxes of shoes, shoes without boxes, shoes in a bag, art, wall sconces
> 48. What did you do last night? drank beer at a bowling alley and helped gary with his lines
> 49. What are you afraid of? breast cancer. appearing stupid.
> 50. Salty or sweet? Salty
> 51. How many keys on your key ring? 5
> 52. How many years at your current job? that's funny.
> 53. Favorite day of the week? Friday
> 54. How many towns have you lived in? 4ish.
> 55. Do you make friends easily? yes
> 57. How many will respond? lots. people lerve me.

interiors

i found this most interesting. amazing how many writers can only write with paper and pen...

remembrance of things past

i spent much of the day polishing silver. it was one of the most satisfying experiences i've had in a long time. granted, it is/was my mother's silver. bowls, cigarette boxes, wine holders, candlesticks, my baby cup. i would have pulled out the flatware too, but couldn't reach the box in the closet. and with every stroke and bit of polish a little bit of my mother came out. remembrances of where, with care, she placed them in the family home. remembrances of how they were used on special occasions. dinner parties, holidays, weddings, baptisms. as they began to shine so did the remembrance of her.

top girls

went to see top girls tonight at mtc. thanks t for the tickets!
i'm still trying to figure out how i feel about it, which is usually a good sign because clearly it has stayed with me. it is complex, infuriating and polemical at times, incomprehensible at others. so, i think i really loved it. the play, that is. there are some genius performances. mary beth hurt should be given an award for the most delicious performance in the shortest scene ever played by one of america's greatest actresses. truly subtle, understated and heartbreaking. exit applause. elizabeth marvel created a character that is at once reprehensible and yet achingly endearing, all the while dressed in the greatest and most unflattering 80's attire. the costume design was astounding.
the last act is a masterful piece of writing. family recrimination, sisterly rivalry, 80's politics, or more specifically thatcherism and reaganism, are dissected and eviscerated. yet the sin is that marisa tomei is way out of her league or at least her comfort zone. i think ms. tomei is a talented actress. but not as a dowdy suffolk working class mom. however, i do give her props for sporting fanny padding and mom jeans. it was like watching a child who has been raised by wolves. she knows how to ride with the pack, yet doesn't know how to kill with her teeth.
all in all, it is a GREAT play. and for me, that means it made me think.

apologies

but i think this is hi-larious. warning, may be disturbing to parents with small children.

i lerve him

one of the reasons i think he is the funniest man/child on tv.

guilty as charged

just one of my neuroses

potasssssssium

i find this extremely disturbing, and yet strangely beautiful. freud, anyone?

addendum to sex and the shitty....

yet, i find Rescue Me, which is arguably the most misogynistic show on television/cable, really compelling.
hmmm...

sex and the...um...shitty

yeah, not so much else i can say. maybe because i was hormonal, i really liked the first 45 minutes. and then i found it was the most fatuous, bloated painted turd. and then i really got angry. on every account it was hateful toward women. clearly written by a gay man. i would have rather burned my nipples off than sit through the last hour of that manipulative, misogynistic piece of crap, were it not for my 5 dollar bag of popcorn. which was delicious.
i cannot even watch the tv show on free cable anymore. it makes me throw up a little in my mouth. curiously, it tastes like popcorn....

cyd charisse (1921-2008)

a great article on one the great dames of dance who died this week. legz for dayz.
money quote:

"Late one night on television, I caught Astaire and Charisse doing “Dancing in the Dark” from The Band Wagon. As I watched the two of them dance with each other, I suddenly felt, with total certainty, that life can’t possibly be completely meaningless, not if something like Fred Astaire and Cyd Charisse dancing together was created and still exists. That must mean something, I thought."

this is what happens if you let baby out of the corner

this is the writer and "creator" and producer of the painted turd soon to be seen on stages all over the u.s.
things took a bad turn yesterday when this idiotic shrew began directing an aspiring young black singer. apparently there is a rousing rendition of "we shall overcome" in the show led, of course, by the plucky young black waitress. she asked the young woman if she was familiar with "the civil rights movement." she then began to explain "the black experience" to said actress.

st. eligius

is it me, or was this the best hospital show ever? except, of course, the final dream sequence episode. been watching on the hulu.com. it is genius. pilot episode had de-doo doo de and thunder road. i forgot that all females (including me) in the eighties weighed less than 100 pounds (thanks coke!) and that no matter how old you were, you always looked like you were in your late 30's. except for the old dudes.
now i remember why i had such a crush on david morse.

nobody puts baby in a corner

but they can surround her with really gay chorus boyz.

working this week as a reader for the national tour of dirty dancing (the musical?). HI-larious. Not only did i get to sit through a dance call surrounded by the tightest asses i have ever seen (some wearing ill-fitting dance belts) but then i got to read with a few johnnies. try doing the following scene with a guy who looks like nadia comaneci and sounds like paul lynde:

BABY Have you had many women?
JOHNNY What?
BABY Have you had many women?
JOHNNY Baby, come on.
BABY Tell me. I want to know.
JOHNNY No, no... (JOHNNY begins to pace around, trying to put into words things he’s never said before.) You gotta understand what it’s like, Baby. You come from the streets and suddenly you’re up here and these women...they’re throwin’ themselves at you...and they smell so good...and they really take care of themselves. I mean, I never knew women could be like that, you know? and they’re so rich, so goddamn rich. You think they must know about everythin’...

(BABY is trying to understand--hates this.)
...and they’re slippin’ their room keys in my hands, two and three times a day, different women...so, here I think I’m scorin’ big, right? For a while you think, hey, they wouldn’t do this if they didn’t care about me, right?....

oh, this shit is sooooo good. tomorrow they sing. i'm in heaven. although i've chewed off the inside of my mouth trying not to laugh.

impressive

this kid is a class act. much like his father.

short story

he says i don't listen. he speaks too quietly. does he want me to get closer to hear him? i have tried. but then i smell his breath. i can't focus on his voice. i smell smoke and regret.

splurgin

$70 for body moisturizer. worth it. makes me feel pretty.

fashion choices.

so for the most part i dress like a 13 year old boy. usually it's like some boy that went to groton or choate. in 1978. crumpled men's shirts. well-worn jeans or khakis. old school adidas sneakers. when i do dress up i do it up right. believe me, i own some beautiful manolos. but i've decided i feel sexiest when i'm wearing what i think is most sexy on a man. saw a man tonight dressed like me and all i could think of was how sexy i would look in his shirt in the morning. of course i would then steal it. sticky fingers, as my friend g would say....

i been hypnotized.

and it don't work. smoked again. hate myself. feel tightening and numbing in my left arm. heart disease? luckily that is not in my family. (i.e. the cancer family.) went running and thought i would cough up a diseased lung. kind of hoped i would. think of the weight i would lose.
i'm done with this addiction. especially now that it costs $37 bucks for a pack of cancer sticks. it's gross. no one does it anymore. i feel like an anomaly. i'm just too pretty for this. and the end.