Feb 29, 2008

So I'm at work transcribing an interview I did with a police commander in Brooklyn (in Red Hook where they've had this hyuuuge reduction in crime) and he just described his relationship with the community justice center there as "fantastic." Last night Henry Rollins must have described at least 50 things as "fantastic." Late last night I talked to a boy who told me he was feeling "fantastic."

So last night Joi, her brother Jason and I went to see Henry Rollins do spoken word. I had never seen or heard his spoken word before, though I did love me some Black Flag back in the day and was QUITE blown away when I saw the Rollins Band open for X a couple years ago. I think I think I loved them more than X, even, and they were the band we'd gone to see. Anyway, so last night that man came out on stage, opened his mouth, started talking a mile a minute and weaving stories around the room like some kind of magician, and did not stop for THREE WHOLE HOURS. I mean he barely took a breath, never paused, never lost his train of thought, nothing. And he was hilarious and moving and intense and smart and goofy and self-deprecating and a natural born storyteller and well. I was some impressed. I did not know that he "bounces," as he says, from place to place all the time having adventures and seeing what's in the world and hanging out in places like Pakistan and Lebanon and South Africa and Syria and wherever else it is he takes a fancy to see, and his openness and curiousity and intensity were VERY inspiring (not to mention his passionate fanboy love for people like the Ruts and Nick Cave and the Damned and so on, I love people who love things so much!). Last year the Joseph Cornell exhibit was moving to me in the way that made me want to live a bit differently, and better, and this had the same effect. It was lovely. Unfortunately, this photo I took with my camera phone is not.

The end.

Feb 27, 2008

(me, Anton, and Tink)

So Anton's reading last night was very awesome and charming

not to mention SUAVE and DEBONAIR (photo from Ms. Dinah)

and then after was a very fun party, complete with bookly cake from Tink:

The end.

Tomorrow: Henry Rollins.
This weekend: Philly, including play starring one ms. TRILLIAN STARS (aka hennepin on LJ)
Next week: BACK TO ITALY!

Feb 26, 2008

On Wednesday, April 9, I will be doing a trapeze themed reading at Bowery Poetry Club with Marie Carter, who wrote the lovely Trapeze Diaries, and three trapeze artists.


That is a few days before I leave NYC to live at home in Pennsylvania for a year -- I have given notice at my job and will spend a year doing nothing but WRITING like a mofo -- so obviously you should come and give me many many many goodbye presents.

Feb 25, 2008

So I am watching the TV movie version of Raisin in the Sun, on right now, starring the same cast as it did on Broadway -- Sean Combs, Audra McDonald, Phylicia Rashad and Sanaa Latham -- and it's so cool and weird because my good friend Eric worked on the show and his good friend David was the executive producer, the one who came up with the idea to put this dusty play on Broadway in the first place and who fought and fought to get it all to work, and I remember when it all happened, it was like one second Sean Combs had agreed to star and then suddenly here was the ad campaign and here were the posters rolled out on the subway cars and rehearsals started and I'd hear stories about them, about the actors and especially about Sean Combs and how hard he was working, having never done anything like this before but being very hungry for it, and then next thing you know that play was up and running, just in a flash. And I saw it when it was in previews and then maybe a couple months later and I think in total I saw it about five times, and each time it got better and Eric would tell me about the little tweaks that were happening, and we watched as Sean Combs grew into his role (all the other actors were just consistently perfect, but he wasnt up to the big moments at first). Once we went on a Sunday afternoon just because Sean Combs was sick and his understudy played the role, so Eric and I sat on the back curving stairs and watched and talked after about how different the play was with the understudy's lean anger versus Sean Combs' more lazy charm. I'm not gonna lie: it was pretty inspiring, watching this guy take such a risk and tackle such a tough role and work so hard for it (and I mean that man worked hard) no matter what people said.

So anyway, it was cool and magical, really, watching this whole thing take place from arm's length, and Raisin in the Sun became a hyuuuuge hit on Broadway and brought audiences who'd never been to a play before, and people laughed and hooted and hollered and cried, and reacted to the story, which is very very sad and very very funny, in these open-hearted (and loud, and obnoxious) ways. Oh, and one afternoon I went with Eric to this question and answer session with the cast that had been set up for a group of school kids, and here were all those regal actresses who can break your heart clean open sitting on stage but the moment Sean Combs walked out -- all dorky and in this big t shirt and sort of shambling to his chair, real shy seeming -- those kids went CRAZY. Like something you would see on TV.

So now it is a TV movie, but the first TV movie to premiere at Sundance, and it so weird seeing the same words and the same actors but the story all flipped around and in close up. And it's so good!! And Sean Combs, is so good!! And I know I sound some smitten, but that kind of I-may-not-know-how-to-act-but-Im-going-to-learn-and-Im-going-to-do-it-on-Broadway-and-give-it-everything is pretty inspiring. At the time, I would tell Eric that Puff Daddy might possibly be my hero, and Eric would wholeheartedly agree.

In other news, last night my friend Rob and Autumn came over to watch many episodes of Make Me a Supermodel and the Oscars and the Edith Piaf actress might possibly be my hero as well, not only for dressing like a mermaid but for being able to thank life and to thank love without sounding like a mental case. AND THAT IS SOME IMPRESSIVE!

I was also really happy that the lovely lovely song from Once won, even if it was all cheesed up and those guitars hanging in the background looked stupid. And who doesn't love an Irish man who doesn't pronounce his h's and yells at everyone to make art!

The end.
Anton's book signing tomorrow!!!


Feb 14, 2008

This is one damn cute beret wearing baby.

In other news, yesterday my noir was called HOT AND DEADLY. I celebrated with two delectable kit kat martinis.

The end.

Feb 13, 2008

So I just opened and feasted my baby blues upon the byoootesous painting I ordered from Lana, and I love it so much I just ordered three more from her crazy store, including this one below, even tho I shall have NO PLACE TO PUT THEM as I be moving home for a year to become a veritable writing machine.

But look!

Speaking of byooteous things I have done purchased of late, look at this extremely stylish bit of luggage now in my possessione. After the last Italy trip, I finally gave up and realized it is indeed important to have luggage that rolls, partial though I be to the shiny pleather duffel. Sigh.

Also, today is my last intense workshop and afterwards the other writers (all amazing) and I shall all have many fancy champagne cocktails.. I am nervous for the workshop itself as I sent in many graphic, pervy pages of my noir rather than my more demure but still passione-filled Dante book... I have no idea if everyone will love it or be completely appalled.... but at least there is always Project Runway later to soothe my fragile fragile heart. Oh, and the sequel to Anton's first book Dead to Me, which comes out in TWO WEEKS. The sequel is fantastic and shall be even more so after I be done with it. For this, Anton owes me many many many sparkly presents, as well as (what's left of) his soul. The end.

Feb 12, 2008

Here are photos of me and the crazy dog who's been staying with me for three weeks now but shall move into her very own apartment (with her owner, Phillip) on the morrow. Her name? Is Molly. And my heart shall break but I will also be happy to no longer live with a creature who enjoys EATING EVERYTHING, including the mitts and visage of yours truly, and is always, always up to no good.

The end.

Feb 6, 2008

Some things I now love:

1. The TV show DEXTER. And especially this actor, David Zayas, who was in my friend David's play and is now my favorite actor ever. So funny, and so heartbroken, too!

2. The TV show FLIGHT OF THE CONCHORDS. Which I think is hilarious and awesome. And I have a crush on Jemaine, who is my boyfriend.

3. The movie ONCE, and this song especially.

4. The band SUPERSUCKERS. Which I saw last weekend with my sister and my friends Barb and Michael, who are such groupies they came in from Pennsylvania and Phoenix to see them. Ok and they know the band. YAWN. My favorite moment was when Eddie Spaghetti led into some new songs by saying he'd been down in the quarry, mining some new rock.

5. This compelling description of Dante from "Dante: The Poet, the Political Thinker, the Man":
From measurements taken of Dante's skeleton in 1921, his height was between 1.644 and 1.654 metres, roughly the equivalent of five feet five inches. Measurements of the upper part of the skull confirm that his face was long. The nasal cavity suggests that the nose was slanted slightly to the right and that it was large and aquiline. The orbits of the eyes show that they were large; also that the right eye was larger and slightly lower than the left. The cheek bones were prominent. The lower jaw is missing so its size cannot be verified.

6. My flight back to FLORENCE, ITALY on MARCH 6 for ONE WEEK.

7. This poem by Vasko Popa:

The little box gets her first teeth
And her little length
Little width little emptiness
And all the rest she has

The little box continues growing
The cupboard that she was inside
Is now inside her

And she grows bigger bigger bigger
Now the room is inside her
And the house and the city and the earth
And the world she was in before

The little box remembers her childhood
And by a great longing
She becomes a little box again

Now in the little box
You have the whole world in miniature
You can easily put in a pocket
Easily steal it lose it

Take care of the little box

8. THE RENDEZVOUS OF THE MOUNTAIN MEN. I talked to someone today who has gone to reenactments of these luridly bacchanalian 19th century events for which people don buckskins and cannot carry or wear any item made after 1840. I think it is the weirdest thing ever and I WANT TO GO!!!!!!