Showtune Tuesday: Ziegfeld Girl

I was channel surfing and found Ziegfeld Girl on TCM. (Oh God, I'm turning into my mom.) I may just need to rent it to see the beginning. Right before the number below, there was an awesome girls-in-sea-creatures-costumes sequence, so you might need to rent it, too!

Viewing tip: let this baby load so you can watch it through. Happy Thanksgiving. (Alas, old links are broken.)


Portrait of the Blogger

Once, Bob and I were talking on the phone. He told me this is what it was like when we used to talk on the phone: "'I'm going to do my French homework and watch X-men.' You were a weird kid."


Dream, 11/19/09

Mike, Raina, Leslie, and I were walking to Study Hall. We were discussing a test I had just taken where you got points for putting your name on the front. Leslie poked fun, accusing me of cheating. Raina, in complete seriousness, said it was a question you could really get stuck thinking about. We found seats at a long table. Yulia, Elena, and Justin were there. Everyone took out blue books and notebooks. I said they were too hardcore students for me. Yulia said she was getting anxious already. Justin was at the end of the table, talking about a guy he had dated. He was wearing dog tags.


Showtune Tuesday: Can-Can

Beaujolais Nouveau this week.



My parents are in Las Vegas taking advantage of their complimentary room at Hooters. Awesome.

I'd have sex with Heathcliff.

A little behind the times, but I finally heard "Empire State of Mind".

At the potluck this week, I found out that no one else knew what Permanent Press is for, either.


Opposing Viewpoints Thursday

Patrick Dempsey in Sweet Home Alabama: douchey or not douchey? Go!



I remember that we used to flirt or otherwise attempt to convey emotional information in “away messages” posted on AOL Instant Messenger, typically through song lyrics.

Erin had the Pixies. Andrea had Imani Coppola and Counting Crows. Raina had, “The fire that you like so much in me is the mark of someone adamantly free.”

Craig quoted from his Social Psych textbook: “It has been said that if two people look into each other’s eyes for more than a few seconds, they are either going to make love or kill each other.” I was sure that note was for my benefit.

It was this collective behavior, if only for a brief period. Do people still do this? Do they do it on Gchat or Facebook? Was it possible, probable even, that you mistook an away message really meant for someone else?

I would come across lyrics I didn’t know. Hari, who didn’t often engage in the away messaging, posted, “Taking the easy way out.” Of course I looked that up and downloaded the song and still feel terrible when I hear it, no matter how much water under how many bridges.

(I remember this heyday of AIM coincided with the introduction of digital music that no one paid for.)

Sue had something from “Fantasize” that time. Dani had David Gilmour. I had the Beatles, Ben Folds Five, Ani DiFranco.

I have loved these people, and I was so, so stupid. I could have just come out and said it. It’s not like we have all the time in the world.

Showtune Tuesday: Zombie Prom


Running Commentary #5: Notes from the Marathon

Hannah's tip was to get a good night's sleep two nights before the race, because the night before you'd be too anxious and excited to get good sleep. We ran into Yvonne on the street after a great pre-race dinner, and she said the same thing. This advice was true.

When we woke up in the morning at 4, Dre's first word was "Goddammit." Mine was "Fuuuuck!"

On the bus ride to Staten Island, I kept saying ridiculous things that made Nina laugh, and she warned that she would not have this during the race because she did not want to waste energy. I told her I call Mile 3 "LAUGH RIOT." She told me, "I will be throwing water on you at some point during the race. That's going to happen."

Taping your name on yourself is the best thing you can do, besides that whole sleep thing. Strangers supporting you, wishing you well. You see the best in people, like how you think nothing bad can happen on Christmas.

Andrea left her phone on the bus, but then the driver turned around and dropped it off. I said someone above was watching out for us. Dre revised her morning's "Goddammit" to "Goddammit, You're Awesome!"

This is what people do for three hours while waiting to start a race: eat, go to the bathroom, pin bibs on, pin gels on and dance around so the gels start swinging like tassels, trade lines from A League of Their Own.

My friend from work found me right at the start of the race. "I wondered who that was with 'anus' on their back and figured it had to be you."

I wasn't worried about time. Because my goal was to finish, my biggest fear was that I wouldn't be able to, and the NYT article about the start made me paranoid, so I took the beginning of the race very slowly. At the same time, the view of the harbor and the skyline was so overwhelming, it made you want to slow down and enjoy it.

There was a lot live music, bands playing in gas stations or right on the sidewalk. Somewhere early on, Gwen and I were running together and singing along to "You Can't Always Get What You Want."

Around mile 7 I saw Matt and Leslie. They were yelling so loudly I heard them before I could find them. Then Leslie was jumping up and down. I waved to Raina and Jonathan who were standing on an island in the middle of the avenue. Shortly afterwards, I got a banana from Samantha (I like the way those sound together).

I met back up with Dre and co. around mile 10. We ran through Williamsburg. Anthony ran alongside us for a while.

The Queensboro Bridge was tough, the spot we had been warned about. I thought of the training run at the Bluffs and how they were harder and the little chalk sign the coach had written on the sidewalk that said "Look up," followed with a smiley face.

1st Ave was more difficult than I expected. It rolled a little. But I saw Courtney around Mile 18. And the next few miles were fine because they handed out gels (I pinned 5 to my shorts, but two fell off!), and I was excited to see my family on the Willis Avenue Bridge. This turned out to be a good location to find them because they were the only people besides NYPD standing up there.

I couldn't keep up with Andrea and Nina in the Bronx. But there was Lady Liberty, a girl with a foam crown and a pale blue shirt that said "Slow and Steady" and she seemed to be having fun. When we crossed the Madison Avenue Bridge, I said to whoever was around me, "5 boroughs done, bitchez!" and Lady Liberty laughed.

Team Fox had a big cheering section at Mile 23, and I high-fived Michael J. I cut across and hugged the HRG peeps. Despite all this support, the portion of the race running south through Central Park really sucked. I was so close to being done that I expected these last miles to be easier. Mile 24-25 was my hardest. There was a lot of thinking about training runs with some mental f-bombs interjected.

I flew across Central Park South, and when I rounded Columbus Circle, I heard "Paradise City." Could I have picked a better song to get pumped for the end? Around this time, I issued a prayer that went like: "God, I could die now, and it would be okay. Not that I want to die now--I want to live a lot longer--but if it happened right now, I'd be okay with it." (In retrospect, this is funny, because I hadn't finished the race yet.) The I proceeded to thank Him for the ability to finish the race, the friends and family who supported me, the view of New York Harbor from the Verrazano Bridge, etc.

I finished the race in 5:06:22. I ran my last mile in 9:58. I found one of the gels that fell off in my underwear.