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Governor Jon Huntsman, Jr., whose papa endowed the program I graduated from and the Death Star (the Penn vernacular for Huntsman Hall), is all OVER the place: bitch-slapping Congressional GOP'ers, supporting civil unions in Utah? I approve this message!

Showtune Tuesday: Les Miserables

My iPod was dead one morning a few days ago, so I had to entertain myself on the treadmill. Hannah said she enjoyed listening to musicals because you get into the story and lose track of time. There I was, staring at the Triboro Bridge, doing a one-man show in my head, featuring "I Dreamed a Dream," "Castle on a Cloud," "Stars," and "A Little Fall of Rain" and I knew that Les Miserables was going to be the show of the week.

When you auditioned for a choir/school musical/light opera company in the nineties, this was the song to sing. You put your heart into it, because Eponine sings the music of your SOUL. As a New Jersey tween, the world IS full of happiness that you have never known, right? (And seriously, you always have had a problem with living inside your head.) This song still rocks. And even though you don't need the words because you already know them, the clip has them. So chantez away, mes petits!

(Alas, old links are broken.)

For the hardcore fans: there is a Tonight Show performance with Frances Ruffelle, the original, quintessential, fantastically bratty and dramatic Eponine here.


I Remember

I remember that reading To Kill a Mockingbird I first saw the word "azalea." The neighbor was obsessed with them or was planting them. My internal voice pronounced the word "az-a-lee," with the accent on the first syllable. Only later did I make the connection between the word and the bushy flowering plant in our front yard.


Showtune Tuesday: Damn Yankees

I love the brassy-jazzy. The song starts around 3:00.

(Alas, old links are broken.)


I Have Always Known

I have always known that you would grow more and more beautiful, and I would age like the picture of Dorian Gray.


You Know What They Say

Voicemail in the morning, manager's warning.



There are so many things to like about Sully. I have been thinking about him all day. He did his job, and he did it well. He was not paid exorbitant amounts of money and did not turn out to be taking steroids. He did not cheat people out of -illions of dollars. He was not a presidential candidate cheating on his wife. He was not a governor hiring prostitutes or auctioning off Senate seats. He was not a preacher arguing against gay marriage while paying someone for gay sex. He was not a mayor who lied about his relationssip with a 17- or 18-year-old intern. He did not fire employees and renovate his office with the money saved on salaries. He was not a senator who forgot to pay taxes. He is not an airline company that tries to trick you into increasing the price of your ticket when you go to check in.

Certainly, he has many admirable qualities that I thought about watching the "60 Minutes" interview: he was able to concentrate, he was confident in his abilities, he did not freak out, he channeled adrenaline productively and saved the lives of all those people. Still, I've been thinking more about how he is unlike every other leader we hear about. He is not a douchey asshole. That makes him awesome. That makes him someone you hope kids will want to grow up to be like.

P.S. Dear reader, I am tired and just throwing stuff out there. But Sully makes me happy.

Showtune TWOFER Tuesday: Flight of the Conchords/The State

Look at Brett at 1:36!!!

We are still waiting for The State DVD.

(Alas, old links are broken.)


The Book of Other People

The Book of Other People is a collection of short stories by 23 different writers who were tasked to "make somebody up." I most enjoyed ZZ Packer's "Gideon," which is actually online at The Guardian. I liked "Donal Webster," I liked "Lélé," I liked the comic (graphic short story?) "Jordan Wellington Lint."

I thought a lot about "Rhoda", Jonathan Safran Foer's contribution. A Jewish grandmother begins by asking you, "Have a cookie" and ends with the epitome of grandmotherly requests. It made me think of my grandma and how Italian grandmothers and Jewish grandmothers seem to be two sides of the same coin. Or maybe there is just a grandparent gene that activates later in life in all people.

I was delighted to find that Perkus Tooth lived on East 84th...
...in one of those anonymous warrens tucked behind innocuous storefronts, buildings without lobbies, let alone doormen. The shop downstairs, Brandy's Piano Bar, was a corny-looking nightspot I could have passed a thousand times without once noticing. BRANDY'S CUSTOMERS, PLEASE RESPECT OUR NEIGHBORS! pleaded a small sign at the doorway, suggesting a whole tale of complaint calls to the police about noise and fumes.

Though not my favorite read, I admired David Mitchell's "Judith Castle." It is the story that opens the book. Judith's lover has died. For the majority of the story she goes about brandishing this fact, throwing it in other people's faces in a play to earn their sympathy. It made me hate her. I flipped pages to see how many more were left, thinking, "If I were the editor, I would NEVER have put this story first." Then comes the climax, and I ended up feeling sorry for her the whole day after I read it. I had to applaud the writing for taking me on such a roller coaster of emotion!

Dear Bitchlog

Dear Bitchlog,

Are you fucking kidding me? Was that article published ironically? I don't get it.


Thoughts from Work

When I climb the stairs to the 5th floor, I tell myself, "Stop at the mullet." In sync with a reorganization last year, walls were plastered with enormous posters of employees and company buzzwords. The Guy With The Mullet greets me with a smile in the morning.

I realize I have no authority on which to judge, but: why wear a tie with an untucked shirt? This seems to be a trend in media man attire. I think I experimented with such a combination once in high school and realized it is very difficult to pull off. If you are going to do this, the shirt has to fit well; it can't be a billowy mess. You'd look so much cuter if you tucked in the shirt.

I have a client and some coworkers in the South. I LOVE the expression "come to jesus" and wish I could learn how to wield it. I did some digging on Urban Dictionary and think this comes closest to how I've heard it used:

Originally an emotional experience that is life changing, it has evolved to mean a serious argument, one that better result in a change of action or else.

My husband and I are going to have a "come to jesus" over this remodeling job.


Showtune Tuesday: Dreamgirls

(Alas, old links are broken.)



Congratulations to Friendster Boy, né Rakesh, on the upcoming release of his novel, Blue Boy.