Greg was browsing in an Eastern philosophy/new age book store yesterday and bought me a present: three polished rocks in varying shades of gray and blue. Why? you may ask, as I did: Because when he picked them up and the sunlight hit them, they reminded him of my eyes. Oh.
The token was followed up with this afternoon:
When together and forward press the girl's lips
Like coral they are colored, beneath precious stones of azure
and met with the boy's as to the sun and the night encountering
then shall the seas much rejoice.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Turmoil...
I hate turmoil. Job issues two-sided. Vacation issues.
I HATE IT!!!!!!
Luckily, I can amuse myself with blogging about food.
I HATE IT!!!!!!
Luckily, I can amuse myself with blogging about food.
Friday, September 15, 2006
Stacy's grandmother died last night. My mom called to tell me this afternoon. Unexpectedly, I turned into a freakin' distraught mess.
It wasn't unexpected and considering that she's been hallucinating that the Nazis are after her for the last 6 months or so (they left Holland after WWII) it's probably for the best, but still it makes me very sad. Perhaps it's because this is the 3rd set of condolence cards I've had to write in the past 2 months...
So have a zoetigheid for Oma...
It wasn't unexpected and considering that she's been hallucinating that the Nazis are after her for the last 6 months or so (they left Holland after WWII) it's probably for the best, but still it makes me very sad. Perhaps it's because this is the 3rd set of condolence cards I've had to write in the past 2 months...
So have a zoetigheid for Oma...
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah...
Ruby, the fan dancer in Greg's show has repeatedly invited us to see her other performances. Well, most of them require going to a warehouse district in Brooklyn after midnight on a weekday, so we've declined. Saturday night was our chance to make it up to her. We went to the NYC Burlesque Festival Gala at The Supper Club in Times Square.
It was fantastic...crowd watching alone was worth the price of admission. However, I did think our $20 would get us chairs. We knelt behind a wrought-iron balcony railing for 3 hours--literally--so we could see the stage. Great blues band played first, then a gazillion burlesque acts. Everything from the grotesque to the sublime. It was an interesting experience in avant garde theatre (almost nothing in it was even remotely sexual) and some of the acts had put a lot of thought into their performances and it was very much their "art"; it just happened to involve disrobing.
The standouts included a woman who recreated Manet's The Picnic; a trio from Atlanta who included a seriously ugly man on stilts in an antebellum gown from under whose skirts came two "soldiers" in blue and gray who did a well-choreographed sword fight/striptease while the man sang mid-19th Century ballads funereally in a gorgeous baritone; and Ruby's Big Apple Burlesque's film noir scene complete with radio announcers, singers and flashbacks. Others however, were downright silly and, occasionally, grotesque. Everybody had a gimic however, and as far as I can tell, if you have an odd minor talent, say, the ability to do rope tricks, balance glasses of wine on your forehead, hula hoop, etc., and can take your clothes off concurrently, you've got a job.
If you ever get the opportunity, I'd highly recommend the experience. Plus, I'm workin' on my act...
It was fantastic...crowd watching alone was worth the price of admission. However, I did think our $20 would get us chairs. We knelt behind a wrought-iron balcony railing for 3 hours--literally--so we could see the stage. Great blues band played first, then a gazillion burlesque acts. Everything from the grotesque to the sublime. It was an interesting experience in avant garde theatre (almost nothing in it was even remotely sexual) and some of the acts had put a lot of thought into their performances and it was very much their "art"; it just happened to involve disrobing.
The standouts included a woman who recreated Manet's The Picnic; a trio from Atlanta who included a seriously ugly man on stilts in an antebellum gown from under whose skirts came two "soldiers" in blue and gray who did a well-choreographed sword fight/striptease while the man sang mid-19th Century ballads funereally in a gorgeous baritone; and Ruby's Big Apple Burlesque's film noir scene complete with radio announcers, singers and flashbacks. Others however, were downright silly and, occasionally, grotesque. Everybody had a gimic however, and as far as I can tell, if you have an odd minor talent, say, the ability to do rope tricks, balance glasses of wine on your forehead, hula hoop, etc., and can take your clothes off concurrently, you've got a job.
If you ever get the opportunity, I'd highly recommend the experience. Plus, I'm workin' on my act...
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