7.28.2009

Showtune Tuesday: The Hazards of Love

Check it: I was driving home from work on Friday, when I heard The Decemberists on World Cafe describing their latest album as a "folk opera." On Saturday, I bought the album. On Tuesday I'm in love.

In its scope and its prelude it reminds me of Pink Floyd. The Queen, protecting her "innocent child" from love, reminds me of Mother in The Wall. Some of the over-the-top guitar brought a few Rufus Wainwright tunes to mind. Track 5 would be at home in Spring Awakening. The Queen's part in the song below is reminiscent of "White Rabbit." (In my dreams iNtuitons stages this, and I get to play her part.)

And lest you think we are straying too far from our Showtune Tuesday roots, reader, know that there's a trio of creepy ghosts that could eat the bitches in The Secret Garden for breakfast.



P.S. The album could probably also serve as SAT verbal prep. I had to look up what "taiga" means.

P.P.S. I'm on vacation for a week. Check back in August!

7.25.2009

TV

I picked up a discarded copy of the paper yesterday, and I'm glad I did because I discovered Being Human.

Coming Out at Work

The move to Denver has prompted me to come out to 10,000 people in the past month. I've had business trips to two clients, and when they learned I had moved to Denver, they wanted to know why. What are you supposed to say? "Personal reasons?" Douchey. So I just said, "Well, my boyfriend of two years lives there."

JP questioned why it would even be an issue to tell someone that, but as we talked he agreed that it's difficult to know when it is an appropriate time to come out to coworkers. (In recent weeks articles like this WSJ one have kept me mulling over this.) I told him that I fear the worst-case scenarios, where a client has a personal issue with it and requests not to work with me, or my statement somehow jeopardizes the relationhsip of the two companies. To be sure, I hesitated when a member of the Southern Bank asked why I relocated.

Fortunately my boss (and the rest of the purple people) have been supportive. My boss is always asking me to say hi to the bf, he asks how he's doing, and he has never made me feel like one of those worst-case scenarios would occur. Props to him.

7.22.2009

Dream, 7/21/09

I was riding a bicycle along a river bank in a sunny French town, except the Tower Bridge of London could be seen in the distance. In the dream, this confused me because I thought that the town I was in was south of London. A young girl on a tricycle riding on my left got tangled up in my bike. An Italian cycler in a helmet and a blue and white jersey helped sort us out, and we realized that the girl's tricycle and my bike were attached by the same chain. I asked the girl, "Tu m'as suivi tout ce temps?" She responded in English, "Yes," and said something about being grateful (probably not to be injured). She asked where I was staying. "The Hotel Ordaine."

We rode back in the direction we had come with the intention of going to the bike shop.
"What's your name?"
"Je vous ai dit, Vingt-Sept. Like in the play..."
(Her name was 27?)
"I haven't seen this pièce de théâtre."

The Jayhawks song "Stumbling Through The Dark" came on in a shop/bazaar we were passing through, and I began singing along.


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Completely unrelated, but do you think I could blog my way to Antarctica?

7.21.2009

Showtune Tuesday: Wicked

(Alas, old links are broken.)

7.20.2009

Low-Brow/High-Brow

This weekend I had competing desires to watch a comic favorite from childhood and Jane Austen. I watched neither, but I will be netflixing Oscar soon.

7.16.2009

Another Plug

The Real Houseboys of West Hollywood!

Still Reading: The Best American Travel Writing 2006

The delightful problem with this collection of travel writing is that I want to go to the majority of places after I read the article. I never knew I wanted to sail across the Atlantic or walk the Wakhan Corridor or run the rapids of the Grand Canyon.

This sentence alone from Pico Iyer's "Our Lady of Lawson" makes me want to go to Japan soon:

And even the smallest chocolate bar comes with an English-language inscription that, in the Japanese way, makes no sense whatsoever, yet confers on everything the perfume of an enigmatic fairy tale: ''A lovely and tiny twig,'' says my box of Koeda chocolates, ''is a heroine's treasured chocolate born in the forest.''


(It also reminds me of History of Capitalist Systems--a joke we had about a fictitious company, "Shiny Happy Lucky Stick Cookie.")

The collection includes a great essay by Ian Frazier,"Out of Ohio," and I wanted to share a snippet. Those of us privileged to grow up along the Whippanong (and many others who have traveled Route 3 to 495) know the view he is talking about:

I hadn't seen a lot of cities then, and I didn't know that New York, to a traveler coming from the west, affords the best first-time, big-city view in the U.S.A. The guy from Costa Rica and I cruised across the long and splendid drum roll of open-sky swamp up to the Hudson River. Then we swerved down the elevated highway toward the Lincoln Tunnel, and the city suddenly and manifestly filled the windshield and side windows, rising from the Hudson as if lifted by eyelids when you opened your eyes. No skyline I know of is its equal; across the windows it ran, left to right, like a long and precise and detailed and emphatic sentence ending with the double exclamation points of the World Trade Center towers.

7.15.2009

A Few More Observations

Every morning is bright and sunny. The temperature is 80-90 degrees but with no humidity. However, you can expect a mild to severe thunderstorm once a day for about an hour. I prefer this to perpetual rain.

My internal clock will take time to adjust to living outside of the Northeast. I freaked out over e-mail to my co-workers about how long it takes to get lunch. Where is the ruthless efficiency of Village 38 and Bread Factory? There are no Subway Nazis shouting "WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE???"

In downtown Denver, they have diagonal crosswalks at intersections! I tried to take a picture with my phone. The sign in the middle is for the people crossing diagonally.

7.14.2009

Showtune Tuesday: Cats

This ditty had another day in the spotlight. Plus I haven't posted much Andrew Lloyd Webber.

7.12.2009

This Week's Highlights

I spent some time in Hotlanta catching up with an old friend as well as my work peeps.

The things that I've been told about Denver are true: the yellow lights are short, you often get a bloody nose, and I miss home.

On Thursday, we went to Charlie's, a gay bar with country line dancing, two-stepping, and then another dance floor with music I actually knew (sometimes). I love America!

The apartment hunt began in earnest this week. I forgot how much looking for a place to live sucks.

Training for the marathon also began this week. I might update you about this in the hopes that it will better keep me on track, but I think it might be boring to write/read about. In any event, expect me to hit you up for cash later this summer.

On Saturday, JP asked me if I wanted regular milk or vanilla soy. In response I said, "Come on..." I may have moved to Denver, but I'm not ready for weird milk.

We went hiking at St. Mary's Glacier with Erica. She said, "I come from a land where milk has two syllables: "Mee-ilk." And later when advising me to check out a coffee house: "You should go there. There are people with your kind of glasses." A bunch of kids were jumping off a large rock into the freezing water. Meanwhile, a few souls were skiing and snowboarding on the patch of snow above the lake.


St. Mary's Glacier Hike



I finally got a chance to upload pictures from Molly and Brian's wedding, from the road trip, etc. Check them out.


Colfax

7.07.2009

Showtune Tuesday: Porgy and Bess

Brian and Molly danced with their parents to this song at their wedding a few weeks ago. I went to Casey and told her I was going to talk about feelings. How if I had a baby I would sing this to him/her. Maybe I will sing it to my niece.