Monday, December 31, 2007

pretty much the perfect day...



Have a little hotness for the last post of 2007...

Well, I finally saw "P.S. I Love You" yesterday - the early show for 5 dolla. There were only 5 of us in the theater. The bad news: Gerry dies after the first goddamn scene. The good news: we see him again, in flashbacks (sometimes with a guitar and a few times without a shirt. Lovely). The movie is based on a book of the same name, but only very loosely. They take the setting out of Ireland and bring it to New York, so everyone is now American rather than Irish (except for Gerry, who covers his own gorgeous accent with an Irish one) and they added a few details that were not in the book at all - they got rid of most of Holly's family (they got rid of three brothers and her father! In the movie, her father walked out on she, her mother and sister, played by Nellie McKay... So in addition to having grieving widow issues, she also has daddy issues... huh???)they inexplicably gave her a career in fashion (in the book, she decides to go into marketing. Apparently this is not sexy enough for film, so they make her design shoes instead. Huh??) AND they make her have a fling with her dead husband's best friend (Jeffrey Dean Morgan, who they made Irish and gave an accent. Huh??). It doesn't usually bother me if movies deviate a lot from the book they are based on, because a few departures are inevitable. But it was just so weird... At least I had me some Gerry to watch...

When I got home I popped in the DVD of "Dear Frankie" with our friend Gerry AND his delicious Scottish accent. He only appears in the second half of this movie, but I watched the whole thing, because it's a really cute little movie. But Gerry, WTF is with these movies where you're dead, covered by a mask (as in POTO) or not appearing in the whole movie??

Went over to Heidi's to have our belated Christmas gift exchange - but really, it's never too late for presents, is it?? I got a BEAUTIFUL soft furry robe from my friends, AND a gift cert for some spa treatments. We were going to attend a "Close to My Heart" party, but didn't get the details, so we ended up staying in, playing Phase 10 and watching "300" (another Gerry movie!) thus completing my day with another dose of hotness. I mean, really? If I had him around, I certainly wouldn't be sending him out of the house to any fruit shop, if you know what I mean, and I think you do. This is actually the second best way to watch 300* because I didn't have to pay a lot of attention to what was going on (fight, fight, fight "THIS. IS. SPARTA!" ripple ripple ripple, fight fight, "Tomorrow we dine in hell!" Rain of arrows, etc.) the girls told me when to pay attention. The rest of the time I could focus on (losing) Phase 10...



* The first best, of course, would be to watch it on IMAX. Just think about that for a while.

Friday, December 28, 2007

a midnight wish to share with you...




A little Patti for this (snowy!) Friday morning. If I don't get to posting again, Happy 2008!

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Thursday...

A few random things from this post-holiday Thursday...

1. The hallway smells like bacon. WTF?
2. I just cleaned my desk with something called "Whistle" and some napkins. Much better.
3. The drawer of hidden delights is teeming with random crap (a full - revised! - inventory on the way) since the way I *usually* clean my desk is to chuck everything into the drawer. Instant cleanliness, but not as fresh smelling.
4. In under 20 days, I will see Renée in La Traviata! Can it really be that I haven't seen her since last February in Eugene Onegin? I've spent all my ticket money on Patti instead...
5. Speaking of tickets, there's so much stuff I want tickets for (hellooo? Gypsy! But also Avenue Q, Sweeney Todd and Drowsy Chaperone with Broadway in Chicago) I have my little holiday bonus burning a hole in my pocket, I'm telling ya, but nothing is on sale yet. Boo.
6. Is it 5:00 yet?

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Happy Day After Christmas!

Is it just me or does it not really feel like the holiday season? Even as I was sitting next to the Christmas tree yesterday, watching "A Christmas Carol" with my family, and eating a lot of food, it didn't feel like Christmas. It used to be that I would happily count down the days, open my chocolate advent calendar, wonder if I'd been nice enough, ponder how exactly Santa got into our house when our chimney led into a tiny fireplace downstairs...* I guess there was more anticipation then. I don't really know what it is - maybe it's because the weather's been so mild lately? Maybe because Christmas was on a Tuesday? Maybe because I don't know any kids? Maybe because I feel like it sneaked up on me? MAYBE I'm just really old now. Who knows?

But it was a nice weekend, overall, even if it didn't feel like a holiday weekend. Was at the Nutcracker twice (no, not watching it, working at it!) and will be there three times more before the week is out, did some last minute Christmas shopping, visited family friends on Christmas Eve (ah! finally some kids! My dad's friend has three lovely granddaughters (the oldest of whom is 7) and I was playing with them. One got a little nintendo thing that had games and a "nintendog" - OMG, how cute was that thing? I am sorry to say, a seven year old schooled my ass in those games. I am just hopeless at them. Then we played go fish and that was much more my speed. We also played a game of war with fish cards (no numbers) - don't ask me how we were doing that, but I think I won. I ate way too much - turkey AND ham, taters, corn, and many many sweets - cookies, cake etc etc etc.

Yesterday we were at grandmother's house with the family. We watched "A Christmas Carol" and added our own hillarious dialogue (tee hee) and also later watched "A Christmas Story" and The 3 Tenors Christmas special (the tenors rock out to such holiday gems as "I'll be Home For Christmas" "White Christmas" "Jingle Bells" "Feliz Navidad" and, my favorite - "Happy Christmas/War is Over" - Seriously.) Ate more food.

Now I'm back here at work - no day after Christmas shopping for me, drat.



* I was a weird kid. Because it obviously didn't make any sense that Santa would come down our chimney, my parents told me that he just came through the front door. Then I was worried that if we left the door open, we'd be burgled, and I think my parents eventually just told me Santa had a key. Or that he was magical and could walk through walls. I don't remember. It didn't matter anyway, because when I was in first or second grade, Kathy Litwin told me Santa didn't really exist and then the jig was up.**

** I was really mad at her for a while too, and was in huge amounts of denial. But I'm okay now. Really.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Attending the Tale...


Last night I went straight to the theater from the train station to see this movie. Mother Nature even gave me ambience in the form of a cold, dark, drizzly evening. None of my friends were able to come to the movie with me, but that's okay because I had the entire Niles North theater department for company. I ran into them at Johnny Rocket's where I had dinner and then they joined me for the show. Our theater was not full, so I could curl up in my seat and not have to worry about any people taller than me (that is to say, just about everybody) with their gigantic melons blocking my view. Our previews featured "Fool's Gold" (they got the Fool part right. Kate Hudson and Matthew McHowever-you-spell-it-hey? treasure? Um. No) and "Mamma Mia!" where the NN theater department contingent burst into applause. But what the hell. Colin Firth is in it, so I think we will be adding it to my list of things to see...
On to the main attraction. Overall, I liked it. I mean, gosh - is there anything Johnny Depp can't do? He's so versatile that when you watch him on screen, you don't see Johnny Depp playing a role, you see Jack Sparrow, you see Sweeney Todd, you see Willy Wonka. He was a great, spooky Sweeney. We also had a little House of Slytherin reunion happening on screen - with several of the leads also having appeared together in the last Harry Potter movie - Helena Bonham Carter (whom I really liked as Mrs. Lovett), Alan Rickman (I think they could have made the Judge even creepier. Come on people, the man does creepy really well, and frankly, I think he was a little under utilized here) and Timothy Spall (wormtail from the HP movies - he was the Beadle. I looked at him and Snape - I mean Judge Turpin and could only think "Wormtail! Walk home with me, for I have news..."). I'm not a huge Sacha Baron Cohen fan, but I think he did really well as Pirelli. And, oh, I loved Ed Sanders as Toby. I could eat him up, I really could... Weak links were Antony and Johanna FOR SURE. Antony looked kind of like a girl - not the strapping young sailor I would have imagined. There were cuts made (haha) and it seemed like they took all the funny stuff out (or most of it, although I did laugh a few times. I was the only one though...) And it was grisly. All that blood! Oh, well.
I will definitely be seeing it again.
Next up though, will be the (hideous looking) PS I Love You - which features my boyfriend* Gerry Butler. He does die at some point in the film, sadly enough for Hilary Swank's character and the rest of us, because after that we get to see how she finds love again (or something) with the help of her spunky girlfriends. Ah, Gerry, the things I do for you... Phantom of the Opera springs instantly to mind...
* I wish... but whatever. Let a girl have her (hot, Scottish) dreams, okay?

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

More thoughts on Doctor Atomic

As I said in an earlier post, I wasn't quite sure what to expect going in to Doctor Atomic on Monday. It had gotten some really good reviews (which means nothing. I mean, the reviewers in the Trib and Sun Times both loved Frau, which, I may have mentioned, was a major suckfest). But I was intrigued by the reviews and so went in looking forward to the evening.

We happened into a pre-performance lecture and later learned that the enthusiastic, articulate gentleman speaking was Peter Sellars (the director and librettist for Doctor Atomic. I also quoted his speech to the American Symphony Orchestra League in my now completed thesis project.) I think a post-performance lecture might have been better(although it would have been at 11:30 at night! Past my bedtime!) because I was listening to him, but, not knowing the piece, didn't really connect a lot of what he said to the opera. It was more like "What? They read Baudelaire? Or What? There's a corn dance?" There were a few "Aha!" moments though, so I guess I picked up a few things.

Lights went down and my friend Jack made usual "Ladies and Gentlemen, please be sure to silence your cell phones and pagers. Thank you!" speech and we waited in the darkness for the entrance of the conductor (Robert Spano, who I also mentioned in my thesis. Ahhh, synergy!) but the music just started. We sat up in our collective seats. This - frantic, layered, electronic music - was not what we were expecting. This was something completely different.

The story of Doctor Atomic, what was depicted on stage, was not a textbook rendering of the building of the atomic bomb. So while I had thought the opera would have contained arias like "Oppenheimer's Lament: I am split like the atom" (for example) and "How do you solve a problem like cold fusion" would, alas, have not been included. Rather it was an attempt to put a human face on those scientists working on the project. As Peter Sellars explained in the lecture (see? An "Aha!" moment!) while the audience knew the outcome of the story, that the test of the bomb at Los Alamos, had been successful and the US went on to use these very first WMDs to end WWII, the characters on stage (and of course, at the time) didn't know what would happen. The opera was successful in pulling the audience in to their world of uncertainty. They didn't know that this thing they called "the gadget" (that loomed like a malevolent creepy christmas ornament above the stage) could do. They were taking bets on whether or not the thing would cause a chain reaction and burn through the earth's crust. They didn't know if the fallout from the bomb would travel and kill them all. We saw Robert Oppenheimer (the excellent Gerald Finley), Dr. Atomic himself, create this weapon, which, let's admit, is a very cool bit of science put out to do horrible things, calmly discuss potential targets that would cause the biggest psychological impact, and thus cause Japan to surrender - and then go home to his wife and kids. The images of death and destruction were balanced by images of life and the future generation (Oppenheimer's children), and the story happening concurrently - Kitty Oppenheimer, hundreds of miles away from the test site, waiting at home.

One of the interesting things about the piece is the source material. The libretto was not "written" but compiled from a number of different sources - declassified documents from the Manhattan Project, other government documents, notes and papers from Oppenheimer, and poetry. The real Oppenheimer read Baudelaire, and a few of his and Kitty's arias were drawn from stanzas of his poetry. Because we don't know much of Kitty Oppenheimer and what she thought, said or felt, a lot of her arias are taken from poetry by Muriel Rukeyser. At times, this made her seem a little detached from the rest of the action (especially in Act 2, which kind of dragged), but Jessica Alvarez sang gorgeously and had some real vocal fireworks.

The ending was powerful. I won't spoil it here. But I was on the edge of my seat the whole time - commpletely immersed in the action. The orchestra was really working in those final moments too - I leaned forward as much as I dared, lest I trouble the ladies behind me - to watch the conductor. The characters didn't know what was going to happen - they couldn't even really tell when the bomb was going to be detonated - and in those final moments, we didn't know what was going to happen either, what musical surprises John Adams had in store for us.

Did I mention Gerald Finley? He was magnificent as Oppenheimer. His Act I closing aria, based on a poem by John Donne (the poem that led him to name the test site "Trinity") was amazing.

The end of the opera brought mostly stunned applause. Peter Sellars and John Adams both joined the cast on stage and yes, we gave them standing ovations, much to the consternation of the blue haired biddys behind me (get OVER it already!).

So. This isn't necessarily an opera where I will be running out to buy the cd and listening to it constantly. Musically, it's interesting, striking, evocative. It mirrors the action on stage, it reflects the emotions and the mood of the action. It's not one where you'll leave the theater humming - but you'll leave it thinking... and for an opera geek and history geek like me, it's a perfect evening.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Oppenheimer's Lament: I am split like the atom...

Quote of yesterday -
My mom to her co-workers: I'm going to see Dr. Atomic.
Co-Worker: Really? Is that an oncologist?
Mom: No - it's an opera!

Dr. Atomic was just, I don't know, WOW. I will write more about it later. But I just had to say, if you're in Chicago and have a chance to see this, do it. Lyric, my faith is more than restored in you.

Monday, December 17, 2007

Quote Challenge

I don't know if Bob was challenging me, either, but I can't resist doing these....

10 Quotes that stick in mind...


1. "Dear Lord: well, here we are again..." My grandmother, running out of ideas for saying grace a few Thankgsivings ago.

2. "Now I'm gonna stand up for everybody! The conductor, the ushers... everybody's gonna get a standing O!" My mom, after being yelled at by the old biddys behind us at the oepra for giving Elaine Alvarez a standing ovation at La Boheme (apparently we were blocking their view).

3. Some explanation is needed first - last Thanksgiving, when I was working in Evanston, our Regional Manager was unceremoniously (and unexpectedly) let go. There one day, gone the next. We were all upset about it, and our CEO came around to each person to see how we were doing, and presumably rally us behind his leadership. He asked how I was doing, and I said I was surprised. Rather than say anything comforting or helpful, in any way, what he said was, "Yeah, well. Life goes on!"

4. "That girl was brought up right!" the partner of the aforementioned Regional Manager, after I'd given them both some chocolates and a card as a thank you for their Domingo tickets.

5. "Don't be alarmed..." At our building in Evanston, we'd always get a warning when the window washers were coming, so that we wouldn't be "alarmed" when we saw them dropping out of the sky to clean our windows. I still email Karen when I see window washers, telling her how "alarmed" I am.

6. "No stress, guys, only love." This guy Dom, from my undergraduate education classes, before we had to present a group project. He was always saying stuff like that, and I thought he was just a very zen kind of guy. Then I learned that he just smoked a lot of pot.

7. "Why don't you do me a favor and come backstage afterwards, so we can talk about it?" Renee Fleming, to me, the first time I met her. We'd asked her what we should look out for in Alcina, and she invited us backstage. You're the best, Renee. The. Best.

8. "Did you see me smiling at you?" Another one from Renee Fleming. In Baltimore a few years ago, we were in the 4th row, and she saw us and smiled. Backstage, she asked if we'd seen her seeing us. Of course we had, and we were thrilled!

9. "I'm gonna sign by the beer." Mano Felciano at the Sweeney Todd stage door, signing my explosion book. The whole cast had nice things to say to me about the book I'd made (Alex Gemignani even stopped, mid-cell phone conversation to sign it for me). Mano (and I think Alex) signed by the little beer bottle stickers I'd added to the book (because you know, it's all so clear, that everybody goes down well with beer....) Patti also said nice things to me about the book, but I was in such a dither about meeting her, I forgot the exact words. I do remember though, she asked me what I was going to do with the signed item...

10. "Remember the 6 p's of ping pong! Ping, pong, ping, pong, ping. And sometimes pong." My friends on the Rock Boat. Those were the days, listening to rock 'n' roll and playing drunken ping pong.

Was that abrupt?

I think the end of the previous post about Mahagonny was a bit abrupt... this is because our Christmas tree fell over! After I spent all morning giving the front room a good cleaning and doing the decorating, and then after spending all afternoon trimming the tree, it went glingleglingleglingle woosh! And down it went.

So anyway. Watch Mahagonny tonight and enjoy!

Sunday, December 16, 2007

An Operatic Monday

If I wasn't seeing Dr. Atomic tomorrow night, I would certainly be tuning into my local PBS affiliate who will be broadcasting 'The Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny.' For once, channel 11 is getting with the program (ha!) and showing this when the rest of the country is getting it. Naturally, I won't be home to see it, but will be getting the DVD so it is all good.

But I have to warn you, Chicagoans. The Chicago Tribune's TV week has this to say about Mahagonny:
"Mahagonny, Mahagonny, that toddlin' town... An opera for people who think they don't like the genre, Kurt Weil and Bertolt Brecht's Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny is a satrirical tale of a town that was built for pleasure, but not immune to pain..." And goes on to list the stars as Audra McDonald, Patti LuPone, John Doyle and Anthony Dean Griffey.

First of all - John Doyle's not IN it, ya morons!
And second of all "An opera for people who think they don't like the genre?" Really? I have news for you, TV Week writers - if someone doesn't like the genre of opera, watching this ain't gonna turn no converts. I DO like the genre a whole bunch. I sat through R&FoftCoM live three times (once in Chicago with that god awful production with Malfitano and the polar bear, and twice in LA for this Patti/Audra/John Doyle/Anthony Dean Griffey production). And I liked this production better than the Chicago one, which I didn't understand at all. I still didn't really understand it, but at least I had Patti to watch (seriously. I missed an entire scene the first night because I was watching Patti downstage).

Mahagonny was the second opera I'd ever seen at Lyric - I saw it right after Mourning Becomes Electra (another one presented in English). That production at Lyric was such a disaster, I think I would have cried if that had been my introduction to opera.

It's very dense material (I think I read somewhere that Patti said that the material was hard to understand...) although there are one or two great tunes in it... "Moon of Alabama" which is stuck in my head right now!

Friday, December 14, 2007

Doctor Atomic

Monday I will be seeing Doctor Atomic at Lyric Opera. I am not the biggest fan of modern operas and initially, this seems like an odd combination - when opera meets... nuclear physics? It's hard to imagine a scientist (any scientist, actually, but Dr. Oppenheimer in particular) bursting into song about cold fusion (or whatever. I never took physics). What would it be? "Howwwwww doooo yoooouuu split an atooommmmmm???" And then, of course, a chorus singing "Boom, boom, boom - KABOOM!" (GOOONNNNGGGG!)

But the more I think about it, the more it seems like the creation of the atomic bomb is perfectly operatic, chock full of drama, internal struggles and ethical dilemmas. Plus, it sounds like there will be a GREAT opportunity for a gong solo somewhere. (I've always wanted to be a gongist.)

Lyric describes the piece thusly:
The Bomb. It changed our lives and our world forever. Hard to fathom a bigger — or more personal — subject.

Director Peter Sellars takes us to Los Alamos, New Mexico. It's 1945. Scientists are working on a top-secret project for the U.S. government: development of the A–Bomb. We're there for the frenzied three weeks before the blast, and we're there for the final countdown. We watch real people grapple with monumental moral and ethical dilemmas. Could "the gadget" ignite the world's atmosphere?

At the helm, the mercurial Robert Oppenheimer; plus a take-no-prisoners general and scientists — some hawks, some doves — racing for a "successful" conclusion — and unleashing the unfathomable.


I will keep you all posted...

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Result!

I am completely beyond pleased to report that the Masterwork was successfully defended yesterday.

Although I wandered around the week before, and the weekend, and Monday, going 'oh no, I'm not nervous! I'm SO ready! I know this stuff! I could talk it in my sleep' etc. by Tuesday at noon I was a complete wreck. There was theater work to be done (tech rehearsal) so I went over there, because there was no way I could sit at my desk and be productive. From the theater I went to Columbia (forced myself not to be too ridiculously early) and off we went. My advisor brought me donuts and the committee signed off on my form before I'd even said a word, so that was a good sign that they weren't going to go, "What are you, kidding me? You think THIS should get a degree?" And they didn't!

I seem to have this complex that makes me think I am not memorable and have no talents to speak of - this is apparently not true! They told me mine was the best written thesis they'd seen in a long time - clear, well written, with a good flow... I know I'm not a moron, but it's always nice to hear nice things - especially about my writing! They asked some questions, but not too many, congratulated me, and voila - Done! My advisor even offered me a spot teaching marketing or applied marketing (my topic concerned audience development for symphony orchestras and studied marketing and branding issues) AND he said I should try to get the thing published. WOWZA.

At any rate, today's the Big Opening Night and Family Dinner for our holiday program and there is much to be done. If you don't hear from me for a while, please make sure I haven't been abducted by the Snow Queen and taken off to Sugar Plum land.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

wish me luck!

Today at 3:00 central time, I am strapping on my skates and heading down to Columbia to Defend the Masterwork.

Please send your positive brainwaves my way, say a novena, light a candle, whatever, that I a) don't fall down (even though I am planning to take a cab!) and b) that I don't forget what I'm talking about and start gibbering talkish while I am before the committee. My advisor was really kind of vague on what happens in an oral presentation such as this. "It's a rite of passage," he said. I could do a power point or not, then they'll ask questions just about the work, there won't be a sudden pop quiz on all the stuff I learned but have now forgotten. Then it'll be done, and I'll be an alum who can then, as my advisor put it "start giving us money." Hahahahaha. Yeah, right.

Monday, December 10, 2007

People are weird, aren't they?

Richard Roeper in the Sun Times recently had a column about people who steal other people's baby Jesuses (Jesii?) out of their lawn nativitiy scenes. Okay, so it's not really Jesus, as he points out.But it's still stealing, and I think "thou shalt not steal" is multiplied in badness by a million if it is a plastic statue of The Lord that you're stealing.

Go Here for Roeper's article.

It is true, by the way, that the Jesus in Daley Plaza is bolted down...

Saturday, December 08, 2007

We wish you a Merry Christmas, A Happy New Year and Peace

So I started writing my holiday cards last night. I had most of them made (and will finish making the rest tonight) and decided to just get on with it, already.

My family has always sent cards, but we've never done one of those tell-all end of year family newsletters. I always find those quite comical, because of what people feel the need to include. One of these (from friends of my parents - names withheld to protect the innocent) has a picture of the family and of the dog - so far, so good. "Dear Friends" it starts, "This year has brought our family a multitude of blessings and challenges" and goes on to detail the kids' school lives and part time jobs. One was employee of the month and "earned more authority" and a raise! The other is "learning a lot gaining recognition, and maintaining the honor roll." People are apparently "inspired" by these teens' "work ethic and ability to follow through." Nice one, boys!

While their daughter can't take drivers ed yet (drat!) on the plus side, she took a first place in Prose (I don't know what that means, but you go, girl!) The note is finished by this cheery message: "Shattered by loss of life and suicide, we realize the necessity of reaching out and listening, providing balance to sometimes chaotic experiences and to be available..."

Waitaminute. Suicide??? Huhhhhhh??? Why on earth would you put that in a family Christmas letter? Especially to distant friends who have no clue what you're talking about?? Keep it light, people, keep it light!

Finally, a note from retired snowbirds in Florida where we learned that "this year, Mr. X went on Medicare, so that has been an experience. So many plans to choose from, and a change of doctors."

I'm not saying these letters are bad. I certainly never send one - I don't know that I have enough life material to fill an entire letter. Maybe that's why people feel the need to put stuff in about going on Medicare, buying plates and a mysterious suicide?

I don't want to offend anyone who actually writes a letter like this. It's nice to keep people in the loop about your family - even if we never hear from you at any other time of the year. I just think it would be nicer to do that in a more personal way. If you like me enough to send me a Christmas card, why can't we email to catch up? Or meet for lunch or coffee (just not at Porn Boy's Starbucks) or even on the phone?

Friday, December 07, 2007

Here's a Tip...

Does anyone else have trouble with tipping? What's the right amount? Who all do you give a tip to? If anything, I think I personally tend to over tip. This comes from the days when some of my friends * worked as servers and hostesses - I felt their pain, and translated it onto other server type people my age. Just trying to get by, ya know? Even if the service was less than stellar, I've never left nothing.

This is all really winding up to say that I'm usually a very good tipper and generally (I think) a nice person in retail and other situations. But yesterday I kind of accidentally** stiffed a cabbie out of his tip and now I feel REALLY bad about it. So, dear Checkered Cabbie: even though I had to make 2 calls to the dispatcher and you ended up collecting me, my boss and our target purchases*** an hour after I called for service, (and we had to stand outside in the freezing cold. I mean really? 15 degrees?)I really really really didn't actually mean to not give you much of a tip. I am not a stingy bitch type person. Really. I'm not. And if I could remember the cab number, I'd (possibly) do something to rectify my error. As it is, I can't remember the cab number and I rectified the situation by overtipping the server at dinner last night.




* But not me. I don't think there is anything wrong with working as a server or a hostess, I just don't think I'd be good at it. I hate people, and having to put up with narky diners just would not work for me...

** Long story. He told me one number but when I looked at the receipt later on, there was a dollar added for some reason (I think for the stuff in the trunk)and the total was not the amount I paid. If it had been, the tip would have been a bit bigger.+ As it was, he probably thought I was the biggest bitch in the history of Chicago public transportation.

+ Yes, I am aware that this makes me sound a little dense. I mean, really? An 'accidental' tipper?

*** Also a long story. Don't ask. But for the record, the Target store on Elston is VERY nice. It is also very far away from the office.

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

What even IS a 'bubble artist'?

I've decided my new goal in life is to run away and join
this show.

Never Again

I hate the CTA. Ugh. I'm never riding it again (well, okay, fine, unless it's really really really cold and the walk from Union Station to practically Michigan Avenue would be a suicide mission. Then and only then.) On the way home, I didn't have a seat until Fullerton, and I didn't get a seat on the Swift at all. Geez. Plus, there was this weird lady sitting on the aisle, with an empty seat beside her - and she wouldn't let anyone sit next to her. At least 4 people around me asked if the seat was taken, and she just shook her head. No, nobody's sitting here, but no, I'm not moving. In rush hour. Can you believe that?

This morning, it was back to the Metra for me. It's so nice and comfy and quiet, and the train is clean and I always get a seat. Admittedly, there are much cuter guys on the CTA, but I guess that's the price one pays. Even with the snow etc., I was still the first one here this morning. As a little reward for my braving the elements (can I share again how much I hate driving in snow?) I got myself a peppermint mocha at Starbucks. I'm trying to cut back on the Starbucks, but I just can't help it. This coffee, it's my weakness... AND they have this holiday cheer card thing where you get a punch for 9 holiday coffees and then you get the 10th one FREE. I am a sucker for free coffee.

Unfortunately for me, Porn Boy (the guy we fired for looking at porn at work. Remember him? You thought I was making him up, didntcha?) works at that Starbucks. Everyone else has been avoiding going there because we're worried we might see him and he might spit in our coffee or something... But the thing is, the only place that holiday coffee punch card is valid is this particular store, and I just need to get that free one. You know? Anyway, the Boy was there this morning, and by the time I saw him it was too late to run away. He rang me up (shite!) and it was a little weird.

On the plus side though, I'm about 4 punches away from that free coffee...

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

At last!!

I am setting up time with my Thesis committee (tentatively set for next Tuesday!) to defend the masterwork and thus actually complete my degree. Woohoo!!!

It seems to be written in the stars, or at least in my Yahoo! horoscope for today:
Overview:
Take time to think through all of the various aspects of your current project or any big plans you've got coming up. The time invested will pay off in a big way when you're ready to answer tough questions.


Now I actually have to re-read the thing, since it's so long since I actually finished writing it, I have no idea what I'm meant to be defending.... hmmmmm. I will keep you posted...

Oh, joy...

My first winter as a commuter... According to today's Chicago Sun Times:

"The snow advisory encompasses Cook, DuPage, Kane, Kendall, McHenry and Will counties, and will remain in effect until noon Wednesday. A snow advisory means periods of snow will cause travel difficulties. Motorists should be prepared for snow covered roads and limited visibilities and use caution when driving, the National Weather Service’s Web site said.

Snow is likely to move into the Chicago area after noon Tuesday, and as much as three inches of accumulation is possible. Temperatures will climb to 34 degrees Tuesday with a north wind of five miles per hour, the site said. The snow is expected to continue Tuesday night, when temperatures will drop to 24 degrees. A southeast wind could gust up to 20 mph, the site said. The National Weather Service said there is a 70-percent chance the snow could continue Wednesday morning. Temperatures are expected to drop to 13 degrees with a northwest wind of 10 mph Wednesday night."

To avoid a cold wet walk to the Metra tonight, I took the yellow/purple lines this morning. Ah, the CTA! We'll see how this goes...

Monday, December 03, 2007

Goodbye to a Lyric Legend

Danny Newman, creator of the subscription model that is currently used by all major opera houses, and most orchestras and theater companies (and author of "Subscribe Now!") passed away at the age of 88.

I had the chance to meet Danny a few years ago when I interned at Lyric. He still had an office at the Lyric's administrative offices, and he'd come in every once in a while to (as my supervisor told me) "Use the copier and flirt with the ladies." A dapper figure who always wore a hat and coat, Danny would come into the office and chat, and yes, flirt. I was standing by the printer one afternoon, and he said to me "Where did we get you from?" And then we had a nice little conversation about Columbia College.

The below is from the Chicago Sun Times.

Legendary press agent, lyric founding father dies

December 3, 2007
BY WYNNE DELACOMA (Chicago Sun Times)
Danny Newman, one of the last of the great arts and entertainment press agents, died Saturday at home after a long illness. At age 88, the Chicago native went out with the consummate pro's ultimate gesture: preparing his own obituary in the form of a five-page press release, with the details of his death to be filled in later.

Mr. Newman, a decorated veteran of the Battle of the Bulge, had been in failing health since 2004, when he underwent surgery to repair spinal injuries caused by a fall. With his wife Alyce at his side, he died of pulmonary fibrosis at his Lincolnwood home.

A longtime hero on the internationational arts scene, Mr. Newman was the first to champion the use of subscriptions -- first at Lyric Opera of Chicago, his professional base since 1954, and then throughout the world.

"Danny was one of the founding fathers of Lyric," said William Mason, Lyric's general director. "It's safe to say that there probably wouldn't have been a Lyric Opera without Danny. Who knows if there would have been a lot of companies if not for Danny. He was one of the greatest arts patrons of the last half-century."

Mr. Newman was a member of the staff assembled by Carol Fox and two associates when theyfounded the company in 1954, and even though he subsequently traveled the world preaching the gospel of subscription-ticket sales to arts organizations from Canada to Australia, Lyric remained his home.

From 1961 through 1981, he traveled extensively for the Ford Foundation, working on a major effort to expand and strengthen American arts organizations. He outlined his theories in a 1977 book titled Subscribe Now!, which went through 10 editions over the ensuing years.

"Not only did Danny help companies launch subscription campaigns himself, he also helped the staffs of those companies to be able to carry on the work," said Susan Mathieson Mayer, Lyric's director of communications. "He was a teacher par excellence. He has a nation filled with proteges, including me, who took what he taught them and carried on the work."

"What he did for all these companies, giving them a sound financial base through subscriptions, was much better than giving them, say, $100,000," Mason said. "It's like the adage, 'teach someone how to fish and you feed them for a lifetime.' Danny taught them how to fish through the use of subscriptions."

Mr. Newman retired in 2001 but retained the title of public relations counsel emeritus. In honor of his 88th birthday last Jan. 24, Lyric named its box office after him, with his famous motto -- "Subscribe Now!" -- engraved on the plaque.

A colorful figure, Mr. Newman was known for tapping out press releases of precise detail and florid prose on a manual typewriter in his small office in the Civic Opera House building. When necessary, he would stride onto the opera house stage to announce that Soprano X or Tenor Y was unfortunately unable to sing the evening's performance. His stentorian voice riding over the audience's groans, he introduced the substitute singer's name with a ring of triumph, implying that the listeners' dismay would be short-lived, that the next Callas, Gobbi or Vickers was about the take the stage.

Bustling through Chicago's newsrooms, his signature soft, broad-brimmed, dark fedora pushed back on his head, he was the kind of man who called women "darling'' long past the era when such greetings were deemed politically correct. His courtly way with that greeting, however, not to mention his attendant hand-kissing, made us smile.

A jack of many arts and entertainment trades, starting at age 14 in 1933, Mr. Newman produced and promoted local, national and international theater and dance companies, vaudeville and movie houses and classical music artists. Or, as he put it, with only slight exaggeration, "he was also actor, script writer, oratorio narrator, modern-dance impresario, classical-concert presenter, vaudeville, film, radio, television and legitimate theater publicist, advance agent, playwright's agent, house manager, personal manager, general manager and producer.''

During the 1940s and '50s, his projects reached from one end of Loop to the other. Among them was promoting the Chicago premiere in 1941 of Orson Welles' "Citizen Kane'' at the Woods Theatre (Welles attended) and foreign art films at the World Playhouse in the Fine Arts Building. He promoted movies at city and suburban drive-ins and downtown performances of American Ballet Theatre, the Metropolitan Opera and New York City Ballet. He also was publicist for the annual Prep Bowl, a hotly contested football championship game between Chicago public and Catholic schools at Soldier Field.

He received many honors for his work, ranging from a knighthood from the Italian government to an orchestral piece commissioned in his name by the Vancouver Symphony. An Al Hirschfeld caricature, which makes much of Mr. Newman's bushy, flaring eyebrows, adorns his book of reminiscences, Tales of a Theatrical Guru, published in December 2006.

Born in the Douglas Park neighborhood, he attended Wright Junior College. A decorated World War II veteran, Mr. Newman won the Combat Infantry Badge, the Purple Heart with Oak Leaf Cluster, the Bronze Star and five Battle Stars.

In 1948, he married Dina Halpern, an internationally known Yiddish stage and screen actress. She died in 1989. In 1994, he married Alyce Katz of Chicago. She survives, along with his stepsons, Paul Andre Katz and Leonard Katz.

"He was a lovely gentleman," Mason said. "I knew for 50 years and never heard him utter an unkind thought. With his boundless warmth and humanity, he was unique, one of a kind. We'll miss him."

"He truly believed with all his heart in what he was promoting," Mathieson Mayer said. "He loved singers, he loved theater -- the worst thing you could do to an artist was to present him with an empty seat. That where he started from.

"For me, he was quite something. I've known Danny for 30 years -- he just changed my life, he was an incredible man," she said. "I stayed in the business because of him. Once you got religion from Danny, there was no turning back."

Services, which will be open to the public, are scheduled for 11 a.m. Tuesday at the Weinstein Funeral Homes, 111 Skokie Blvd. in Wilmette. In lieu of flowers, the family asks that donations be made to the Chicago Jewish Federation, Lyric Opera of Chicago or the Chicago Yivo Society.

Saturday, December 01, 2007

Let's Learn German!

Heidi says the German for "major suckfest" (or shitty party) is: Schrecklieche Partei. So there. Die Frau ohne Schatten ist ein schrecklieche partei!

Thursday, November 29, 2007

PALPitations...

So, I was going to blog today about family holiday newsletters (because we have received a few already that are vair hillarious and blogworthy). But since I saw my email this morning and saw this who the hell cares about anything else?

Yes, yes and three times yessss!!!!
I can tell you what this means for sure, girlfriend has a trip to plan!!

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Speed Racer Meets Mirrorball


Rock on, Helio! I love the quickstep! What a pity that I am currently unattached, as I would certainly be dragging my man out to ballroom lessons to try and rock a quickstep just like Helio and Julianne. As Bruno once said "You're so fun you should be a ride at Disneyland!"

Next up: Dance War: Bruno vs. Carrie Ann. How long will I watch this? Hard to say. But it sounds kinda fun...

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Frau: (More) Reflections

You know how people usually buzz and chatter at intermission? In the restroom for both intermissions there was perplexed SILENCE. Very odd.

What's the German for "Major Suckfest"?

Die Frau ohne Schatten at Lyric now has the distinction of being the only opera I've ever walked out on. I've seen my share of clunkers in the several odd years I've been going to Lyric (Turandot? Anyone? Mahagonny with the polar bears? Mouring Becomes Electra?). And I've also seen my share of really really looooonnnng operas - Marriage of Figaro, Alcina, Rodelinda, etc etc etc. But this is the only one I hated instantly. With the fire of a thousand suns.

Let me say first that the cast is a complete dream come true - Deborah Voigt, Christine Brewer, Robert Dean Smith, Franz Hawlata, Jill Grove - they all sang magnificently. But even Deborah (or 'Debz' as she is affectionately known - at least at my house)couldn't save this mess. The music was LOUD and discordant - it seems almost kind of Wagnerian - through composition with no overture, no breaks in the action for applause, no big showstopping arias to speak of. The story made NO SENSE AT ALL. I'm not talking like in an operatic way, where people trade clothes and are in instant disguises. I'm talking seriously no sense. Gazelle becomes woman. Has no shadow, can't have children. Husband will turn to stone. Goes out to make faustian kind of deal with a human woman to buy a shadow. Chaos ensues. I didn't really follow and I didn't really care.

Now to the length. Some operas (Rodelinda) are really long but they don't feel long. This one dragged on and on and on and on. The first act ALONE felt like it was 4 hours (in reality, it was just one). And then there was the production. First of all, if the title of the thing is "the woman without a shadow" I think it might be an idea to make sure that that particular character doesn't, oh, I don't know, actually cast a shadow? During the whole first act, the lighting was such that Debz was casting a shadow. And it was really obvious - the set didn't help that. I think if it was a little brighter, it may have. In other acts (okay, act) I noticed they moved the spot around with her so the shadow thing didn't happen.

We decided to give Act 2 a shot - hoping it would get better. At the very beginning, I was settling into my seat and a bony finger tapped me on the shoulder from behind. One of the little ancient ladies behind me wanted me to move so she could see better (is it me, or is that odd? What if I'd been a man with a large melon? What is it with these entitled 'I'm older than dirt so you have to do what I want' kind of opera patrons?).

The best part of the second act came when the 'Emperor' was lowered onto the stage on a large fake horse. They plonked him on the stage with an unceremonious thud. When he tried to get back on, the horse almost fell over. It was vair amusing. Then, he was lifted back into the air, to make it seem like he was moving, all the while, talking to his 'falcon' - hovering in the air in sequins and feathers in a neon floating box. I'm not even making this up. Then the idiot and his horse were lowered again, he got off, etc. Talked about killing the empress because she lied to him. Pondered using arrows. No. Sword? No. Good lord, the man can't even get on a horse, how's he going to kill anyone? Got back on the horse again and almost fell over (again). That was the highlight of the second act, so that should tell you something. While Debz and the Nurse (who was singing with a cold, but you'd never know it) were tempting the dyer's wife with a lovely young man, for some reason, Batman (a guy in black sequined cape and hat) showed up. Why? Why? Why? Also, someone dropped in to give the dyer (named 'Barak') a glowing, light-saber looking sword. It glowed in the dark. Why? Was the force especially strong with him? (how strong? as strong as a small pony!)

We left after that so I can't tell you what happened then. Overall synopsis: it SUCKED. A lot.

And for this, I missed Dancing with the Stars. Huummmph.

Monday, November 26, 2007

The Woman Without a Shadow...

I know I haven't been posting a lot about opera lately. Reason being, I haven't been to any lately. Since I was sick last week, we ended up not going to Caesar. I love David Daniels as much as the next girl, but 4 and a half hours of Handel with a pounding headache, runny nose, sniffles and sore throat didn't sound like a good time to me (imagine that).

But we're back to Lyric tonight for this. It is another long one - clocking in at 4 hours, with an early curtain time of 6:30. I am looking forward to seeing Deborah Voigt, who is wonderful.

Just a sidebar here - can anyone explain to me that ugly cracked out Skrebneski photo of her they're using for this opera?? YUCK. She doesn't have a shadow, so that must mean she's neon green and visible from outer space? Very very very strange. I much prefer the new production images from the Met. Go to their website www.metoperafamily.org and there's a menu on the left side that gives you a link for new production images for 2007-2008. Natalie as Lucia? Gorgeous. Susan as Iphigenie? Also gorgeous. And the new Hansel and Gretel images are kinda cute, too.) Paging Lyric's marketing department: Watch and Learn.

Oh, and while you're at it, can you please stop sending me single ticket brochures? I already subsrcibe. What makes you think I want to buy tickets for multiple viewings of "Doctor Atomic"?? I'm not even sure I want to see it once!

Right, okay sorry. Full report of Frau tomorrow.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Over the river and through the woods...

Welcome to Black Friday! What's up with all these stores opening at 4:00 this morning? I don't know about you, but waking up really really early to stand outside in the cold in front of some store/mall/whatever among a million other people is not really my idea of a good time. I don't really like crowds. And I don't really like people. Big crowds of bargain-hunting people? Before I've had my coffee? Um, no.

In times past, my family used to go out shopping on Black Friday, although it was never that early. We've since stopped doing that, once I was old enough to declare "Aw, HELL no! I'm sleeping in!" Which is what I did this morning.

The sore throat I had earlier this week did indeed blossom into a full-blown cold, despite my glugging down Airborne and sucking on zinc lozenges. Consequently, when we made the trek over the river and thru the woods, as the song goes (okay, fine, it was really more like over the Edens and through Deerfield to Highland Park we go...) I was a big, sniffly, sneezy mess, armed with Kleenex and more Kleenex. And, this is possibly the worst part of the experience - I was unable to taste a damned thing. How devastating is that? On the one day of the year that we dedicate to eating a whole lot of tasty food, I can't taste a single thing. I was sitting around, watching the Packers game, and then the Cowboys game, stuffing my face and not being able to taste any of it... And we had all kinds of great stuff, shrimp and snacks, the turkey and stuffing...

Waitaminute. Let me take a second to tell you about this stuffing. It's one of my favorite foods on earth. The recipe came from my late grandmother. It's a rice based stuffing, not a bread one (in fact, we've eaten it for as long as I could remember, I was startled to learn that other people but bread stuffing in turkeys on Thanksgiving. I just had no idea. Anyway - Uncle Ben's rice, seasoning, ground beef and pork, apples and onions and assorted other seasonings, stuff it in the bird and yum yum yum. We only make it at Thanksgiving, so it's special when we get to have it.

Right, so anyway. We had mashed potatoes, yams (my grandmother puts amaretto on them), my favorite wine, and I had gone to the BomBon Cafe on Wednesday afternoon to pick up some tarts as a birthday treat. Do you think I could taste any of it? The answer you're looking for here is no.

On the scale of holiday bummers, I think this one is pretty high on the list, second only to one Christmas a few years ago. I'd had four impacted wisdom teeth, impacted so badly they were starting to hurt. We'd scheduled the surgery - wait for it - the day after Christmas. So not only was I in a whole bunch of pain, I was only able to eat soft foods at dinner....

But it's better today. So it's a good thing I saved some stuffing and chocolate tarts, huh?

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Five for Free...

Some random tidbits about me *, just in case we should ever appear on a game show together where you’d need to know such things…

1. I once sang backup for Barry Manilow
2. Sunday evenings, I will turn on the NFL game just so I can sing along with Faith Hill’s opening montage song (“I’ve Been Waiting All Day for Sunday Night”)
3. I’ve never been to Great America. It’s not that I have anything against it, or anything, I’ve just never had the opportunity to go.
4. For anyone who thinks working in the arts is one great big champagne filled, chocolate covered party, let me tell you, most days it just isn’t. For instance, right now I am peeling labels OFF of a mailer that we put on there by mistake. Oh, the glamour!
5. I am afraid of elevators. Not because it’s a small enclosed space (because if so, I’d also be afraid of sitting in my cubicle) – I just don’t like them. I’m always afraid I’ll get stuck. Sometimes I wonder what would happen if a person who feared elevators also had the fear of the number 13 (or triskaidekaphobia)…

* All true. I swear.

behold... a new beverage...

Can you believe it's taken me so long to discover Argo Tea? I seem to be coming down with a little cold (happy birthday to me!) and wanted tea this morning. Argo is right on Randolph, on my way to the office here, and I decided to stop in. It is a veritable mecca of tea! I stood at the register for whole seconds, gawking up at the menu, trying to decide. I finally (thank god there was no line because I think they would have gotten a little miffed with me) selected the earl grey vanilla creme tea. I had something very similar a few years ago when I was in NYC and stopped at Moby's tea shop TeaNY. Oh my giddy god, is it ever good.

If someone would have told me, years ago, that I'd get this excited over some vanilla flavored earl grey tea, I would have just laughed and laughed. But it really is the little things that make you happy.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Take a Bao

Today I hit Wow Bao for lunch. I pass it every day and had wanted to go there for a while - I tried last week to go there and the line was out the door. No joke. This is a sign either that the place is super good OR that the place is too small. I will also admit that their little tagline makes me giggle. (I may be pushing the big 3-0 but the Outer Child definitely continues to be successful at suppressing her Inner Adult.)

I opted for a rice bowl (above. Pardon the photo, I snapped it with my phone) and not the famed Bao (which are steamed Chinese dumpling type things). Looks sort of like cat food on rice, doesn't it? And, possibly more disturbingly, it sort of smelled like cat food too.
The verdict? Okay, not great. It's kind of like Chipotle's burrito bowls but with more of an Asian flavor (and tons of cilantro. WTF is with the cilantro?) You get more food for your buck at Chipotle AND you can get their fabulous guacamole too. And their chicken looks and smells like chicken and not like something I would give to Start and Finish.
Anyway, if you're coming down to the loop for a visit and you want to take me to lunch, we won't get The Bao.

Friday, November 09, 2007

Recent Acquisitions

Ahhh, Verdi's La Traviata, starring Renée and Rolando. I think this is my favorite opera. I own two Callas recordings of it (Lisbon and Covent Garden. Maybe La Scala too? Don't remember...), I've seen it once (maybe twice?) at Lyric, once in Rome (at St. Peter in Chains church. Steamy June evening, and no supertitles. Just all of us and the music. Very intense. But fun. Also, I remember that was the night Italy was playing some sort of soccer match, and at one point, cars were driving around outside, honking their horns and people were cheering. Even the orchestra members sat up and sort of craned their necks to try and hear any kind of news of the results of the match.)

And I have twice traveled to see Renée sing the role of Violetta - once in Houston, where she performed the role for the first time, and then at the Met. She'll be back in Chicago in January doing this role, and I am already counting down the days.


PS I Love You - will be a movie coming out next month featuring Mr. MacDreamy, Gerry Butler. I saw the book that the film is based on (above) in the store yesterday and drooled so much over the picture that I bought the book so I could continue to drool. (I know! Pathetic, right? It's not like he's going to come bursting forth from the pages! If only!) On the plus side, it sounds like a good story, so you know, that's good. I am curious about the movie though because apparently he's dead, and if it's going to be a lot of Hilary Swank wallowing in sadness (which, you know, I would be too, if I'd been married to him!) then it's going to be a long several hours...


Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Oh okay...

Don't be alarmed, people. I don't actually have weird things growing on my desk (as in the picture below). That is El Gordo. He's my desk mascot (at least for another month or so)...

More like the Edens under construction...

An article in the September 2007 issue of Chicago Magazine gave some tips on how to 'Work Smarter' - the first tip (provided by Maureen Gainer Reilly) says the following:

1. Think of your desktop real estate as Lake Shore Drive. Too many people undervalue their desktop real estate. The top of your desk and the file drawers next to your chair are Lake Shore Drive; the filing cabinet that you have to walk to is the suburbs. Only when you understand how critical your desk is to your overall productivity can you begin to create a system that will save time in the long run. If you don’t use something at least once a week it does not deserve space in or on your desk.



Yeah. My desk? So not like Lake Shore Drive. I think it's a pretty bad sign when you've got stuff growing on your desk....

Monday, November 05, 2007

Sharing the joy....




So I got a little google alert today that directed me to the clip above, which I am purloining from the Clyde Fitch Report For whatever reason, I always always always get "A New Argentina" stuck in my head. So for the rest of the day, I will be roaming the halls singing random snatches of song. It's kind of like after I saw Mahagonny and spent a few days thereafter singing the cheerful anthem "Nothing you can do will help a dead man" - completely inappropriate. So. The best thing when you have something in your head is to get it into someone else's. Right? And there we have it. My gift to you. Enjoy!

get the juices flowing...

So I didn't mean to sound like a Grinch in the last post, nor did I mean to disparage the Mame song. Because I like Christmas. I do. And I am already thinking about it, especially gift ideas. I spent yesterday and some of Saturday afternoon working on my holiday cards. No, not actually writing/sending them (how organized do you think I AM?) but making them. I've kind of moved away from the scrapbooking (because without that 30% Archiver's discount man, it is a really !@#$*%&^ expensive hobby. So I've been making more cards. I've made my holiday cards for the past few years, with a few exceptions (last year's winter Seurat, for instance. Too.Perfect. to. Pass.Up.). I was pretty frustrated though on Saturday. I really felt like I'd lost my card making mojo.


Then Sunday, I bought Basic Grey's Figgy Pudding Card Kit and voila! I made the cards in the kit, but altered them a little bit so they had an individual kind of flava, and then I had other ideas and it just went from there. So yay!

Basic Grey has the best stuff ever... And if anyone has made the green box card, can you tell me what to do with it? I could not figure that one out...

Friday, November 02, 2007

Do we need a little Christmas - right this very minute?

So, lots of nice things happen after Halloween - Starbucks brings back their holiday coffees, there's thanksgiving, and my birthday (the 24th, if anyone sees this and wants to send presents or money...) But here's the thing I'm dreading - how early will the retailers start the playing of the Christmas music?

When I worked retail, one of my managers put the Christmas channel on right after Halloween. Naturally, we all rebelled and switched the station until about mid-November when I think the company mandated that the music be on. But - a number of other stores followed suit - very very alarmingly early, isn't it? I think that the holiday music should be restricted to the week immediately leading up to Christmas. Even that is pushing it. How about Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and maybe at parties?

I'd like retailers to know that playing Christmas music November 1 does not put me in the "holiday spirit" and therefore willing to buy more. (Only your prices will compel me to buy more or less, ya morons.) All that stupid music does is make me want to run from the store screaming "Nooo! Make it stop!" etc.

I think this comes from those retail days when I had to listen to the music piped in via satellite radio. You'd think it being satellite radio, the possibilities would be endless, no? But alas. It played the same bunch of songs on a loop. Over and over and over again. For six hour shifts or more. Too much. There aren't a lot of new holiday songs, either, so you pretty much have pop artists singing the old classics. I don't know about you, but I think the world needs only so many versions of some of these.

So when does the madness begin? I will let you know the first moment I hear a store playing holiday music. Or maybe I'll just wise up this year and do all my shopping online. That way, I can shop in my pajamas and listen to my own music. Brilliant!

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Trick or Treat....

Pumpkins in Daley Plaza...

Yikes. Some of these are gross, huh?

When I was growing up, we'd always have a costume parade at school. I don't remember a year when it wasn't cold and rainy and so we'd be parading up and down the street outside school with our coats on. So it just looked like a bunch of kids wandering down the middle of the street, since no one could see our costumes under the coats.
I don't remember the last time I actually dressed up, although for a while, I would wear a little sequined crown to work (no, not all the time! just on Halloween). We also get about 2 trick or treaters by the house. In the suburbs. Seriously. When we were kids (arrgh! I'm this close away to saying "Back in the day") we'd go to EVERY house. With, like, pillowcases. But whatever. More candy for me.


Tuesday, October 30, 2007

i saw the sign...

Some signage spotted while strolling on Saturday...
From PattyBurger on Adams St.

Ad for the Museum of Contemporary Art in a bus shelter on State and Washington
My favorite sign, I think ever, comes from my alma mater Loyola University. On one of the seminary buildings there was this big sign that was all black and a sliver of white at the top (like a priest's collar) and it said "If you're looking for a sign from God - this is it." It's not there any more or you'd be seeing that, too.

Monday, October 29, 2007

Halloween, Chicago Style


Or, okay, fine - "Chicagoween" - as they (not I) call it. I walked thru Daley Plaza a few Saturdays ago before I had to go and work at one of our performances. I admit, I was drawn in by the orange water in the fountain (yes, I really am that easily dazzled) and I looked at the carved pumpkins etc. I must have missed all the action though, because when I was there, there wasn't a lot happening. A few people milling around in costume, food vendors, and a tent that said "Wicked" on it - I think some of the cast performed at some point. But otherwise, nada. But look! Someone got married!

During the week though, I did see some acrobats etc., so I guess there is truly some fun to be had at "Chicagoween" in the Plaza.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

(I Swear I am not Making This Up)

For everyone who has not worked in an office before, here are a few helpful suggestions from one who has been an office drone since she graduated college:

1. If you are bored in your new job and find yourself with nothing to do, you might consider: a. quitting your new job or b. talking to your boss to see what you are supposed to be doing, but c. and I cannot stress this enough - looking at "adult content" websites in your office? Not really an acceptable alternative.

2. However, if you feel the need to troll these "adult content" websites (and you know what I am talking about here) at work, please please PLEASE DON'T PRINT STUFF OUT to the shared department printer.

3. But if you DO print out pictures (!) to the shared department printer, you should haul your ass directly TO said printer and take your goodies back to the privacy of your own office. Under no circumstances is it OK to forget what you printed out and leave it for an unsuspecting colleague (AHEM!) to find. This will leave your colleague deeply unsettled for the rest of the day, the week, and possibly her life.

4. I have more helpful hints, involving the arrangement of chairs in the conference room, the eating of other people's food in the fridge (do I really have to spell this one out?) and so on, but I think the most important lesson is the one above.

+ Update: Dear Fellow Cube Dwellers - let the above serve as a cautionary tale about the printing of the porno at the office. The misfortunate person about whom this was written (all true! Right down to the psychological scarring!) was voted off of the island this week. (Yes, it's true "there's one less place at our (conference) table...") Not just because of the incident described here although let the record show - that did NOT help.

Friday, October 26, 2007

Happy Friday!





I think this is my favoritest Patti moment ever and definitely my favorite "Being Alive." So watch it and I will think of more to say later.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

On the Elevator...

You know on Grey's Anatomy and now also Private Practice, whenever a character gets into an elevator, there is always some kind of sexy drama? Like Meredith will get on with McDreamy and their flirting is interrupted by Addison (well, back in the day), or George will be on with Izzie and their flirting will be interrupted by Callie? Or Addison will be on the elevator in her new practice and Tim Daly gets on and their flirting is interrupted by a mysterious voice in the elevator talking to them? Well, okay, not so much that last one any more, since the talking elevator was nixed after the first episode. But you know what the point is here - elevator hijinks.

Maybe people on the west coast have more fun in their elevators, I don't know, but I've just met weird people when I get on here. Like today. I'm on, and I held the door for someone because I saw them coming up behind me. Then I pressed my button for 13 - but it doesn't light up. The woman says to me "What button were you trying to press? 13?" and then, because I am apparently not pushing the button correctly, she pushes it for me. It still doesn't light up. Hmmm. Maybe it's burned out.
"Well," she says "It looks like it doesn't like you."
What? Now the elevator has suddenly taken against me?? Why would you say that to someone? Even if you were joking? "Or maybe it's burned out," I say to her.
"You're probably right," she agrees. "But you'll find out, if it doesn't stop on 13."
Well, okay, thanks very much for that. For the record? It. Was. Burned. Out. The elevator does not have a private vendetta against me. Geez. Back to my coffee...

Friday, October 12, 2007

Up next...

Next week is the opening of Giselle, or My First Classical Ballet Experience. I am excited because, damn, can those kids dance. I only wish that the title of the show didn't remind me of this clip from "Coupling":




In other news Patti is going to be in Vegas on my birthday!! Woohoo! I feel a Diva Road Trip coming on.... Well, okay, maybe. Anybody in?

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Anybody else want to boss me around?

Now I am getting orders from my caffeinated beverages.
My Starbucks cup* says: "Be the example: spread hope." although it does not tell me exactly how I should go about doing so. Smile at a stranger, put money in the red kettles (oh, wait, that's not till Christmas....) Hmmmm.


*I got a "Kids" hot chocolate since I felt like a warm chocolatey beverage but I don't want to be peeing all afternoon. It's the smallest cup ever. Like a shot glass of hot chocolate. And? Not really hot. So a really small cup of lukewarm cocoa. But NOT crappy Ravinia cocoa, thank you. I made up for the little tiny cup by getting a "crispy marshmallow square" (are they not allowed to say Rice Krispy treat?) the size of my face.

I loves me some Traviata!


I bought an extra ticket to see Ms. Renee Fleming in January. You didn't really think I would content myself with one Traviata viewing, did you? Up in the nosebleeds with the obnoxious Monday night crowd? I think not. My new ticket is for the main floor, baby. Although it's not super close (Row R. I think this is the closest I have ever been. Wonder what I have to do to get any closer??) And, joy of joys, this time I will NOT have to attend a planned giving lecture to get my Row R seat (like I did for Thais).


Wednesday, October 10, 2007

The Revolutionary Costume for Today...

Alice Temperley for Target. Have I mentioned I've turned into a total label whore for this line? Because there is no way I could afford a couture Temperley frock. This is why I heart you, Target. I have paired it with my black boots (Yessss!!! Fall is here! Time to wear the boots!) and, ummm, navy tights. Yeah. I totally meant to do that.... (NOT)

It's not fair how they sit in the drawer and trick me into thinking they're black. I mean, they're sheer hose, all, "Put us on! We're black! We will look FABULOUS with that cute dress!" Nudge, nudge, wink wink. It's a nasty trick to play on someone who has not had her coffee yet. Then I get to the office and am staring at my legs going "!@#((##&*! Are these BLUE? Nahh. No, wait, I think they ARE! They ARE Blue!!" And then I have to put up with the tights sniggering at me ("HEEHEE! We FOOLED her!" in little smurf voices...) all day long... As if I don't have enough to worry about without my tights taunting me.

Hm. I think it is time for lunch.



Sunday, October 07, 2007

Tea? No thanks, I'm having beer...

Last night, I made an excursion out into the really gross sticky weather (I mean, really? High 80s? In October? In Chicago?) to celebrate my friend Heidi's birthday at Glunz Bavarian Haus on Lincoln Av. Heidi is of German descent (as I am sure you will have guessed) and loves her the Cuisine of Her People, so we like to take her to German restaurants to celebrate her birthday. Just like we usually do Italian on my birthday.

I had beer. Wait, let me explain. I HATE beer. I don't like how it tastes, all yeasty like I'm drinking a loaf of wonderbread. GROSS. But for Heidi, I had beer. Plus, it feels kind of weird to go to a German place during Oktoberfest and have a glass of water. That would be like going to a steak house and ordering chicken, no? It was a German beer - but a weird flavored variety that was half beer and half lemon soda. I figured that might help the taste. But alas. Tasted like I'd spread lemon curd over my wonderbread. GROSS. No more beer.

It was a fun night - I caught up with my friends and all the gossip (and believe you me, there was gossip!), we had a nice meal (despite a ditzy 2nd day waitress - all she could tell us about the soup of the day was quote it has peppers in it unquote.) and there was a band. In lederhosen and everything. We sang aloud at top volume and thus became the band's favorite table. Of course we took the opportunity to tell them that it was Heidi's birthday, and the lead guy put his feathered hat on her head and led the whole patio in a serenade to her. On the scale of public birthday embarassment, this has to be a 10.

We finished out the evening singing the "official" song of Chicago's 2007 Oktoberfest, as heard on The Simpsons:

Dough - what I use to buy my beer!!
Ray the guy who brings me beer!
Me - the person drinking beer!
Fa - the distance to my beer!
SO - I think I'll have a beer!
La! Lalalalala BEER!
Ti? No thanks, I'm having beer!
That would bring me back to D'oh! Oh Oh Oh.....

Why Jen Lancaster is My New Queen

Once upon a time, when I was working in Evanston, I wandered in to our friendly, neighborhood Barnes & Noble, where I spent many happy lunch hours (because I needed to get out of the office or else would start stapling things to people's heads). One day, I happened to pick up a book with a supercute cover. It was called "Bitter is the New Black: Confessions of a condescending, egomaniacal, self-centered, smart-ass, or why you should never carry a Prada Bag to the Unemployment Office" - a memoir by a Chicagoan named Jen Lancaster. This totally fit my book buying MO it had a cute cover and kick ass title. I always look at what an author names his or her book, because if they have the sense of humor to name their book something that I find amusing, it's a good indicator of how much I will like the book. That, and the stuff on the dust jacket cover (Like Amy Sedaris' book on entertaining.Really funny shit.) But for whatever reason, I didn't buy the book that day. I would see it on other visits and go "Oh, yeah, I totally want to read that" etc, but never got around to it.

Well, last weekend, I was shopping with Heidi and Jane at Borders and, given the fact that I can never go into that store and leave empty handed, I was poring over the Three for the Price of 2 table, or whatever it's called. There was Bitter is the New Black, along with its sequel (wait for it) "Bright Lights, Big Ass: A Self-Indulgent, Surly Ex-Sorority Girl's Guide to Why it Often Sucks in the City, or Who are These Idiots and Why do They All Live Next Door to Me?" Naturally, I snatched them both up and ran to the cash register.

Anyway. Jen is a little older than me (I think) but totally on my wavelength (and there aren't really that many people I can say that about). If I saw her in the Starbucks on Randolph St., I'd totally buy her a latte.

Some of the reasons Jen is my New Queen:

1. She's very snarky and sarcastic, and made me laugh out loud on the train, which made the other commuters stare at me strangely (come on! At least I wasn't as bad/disruptive to the peace as Loud Snoring Guy!)

2. She lives in Chicago, so I can totally identify with all the places she's talking about. I absolutely sympathize about the perils of our crappy public transportation (UGH slow and skeezy CTA).

3. If ever she became Supreme Ruler of the US, she would give her people subsidized pedicures and highlights, and have many neighborhood Borders and Barnes and Noble stores where we'd get free coffee and paperbacks. (Gotta love that)

4. She'd also have Kate Spade re-do our flag in florals and plaids (ditto on that).

5. She gets excited when it's red-cup, gingerbread latte season at Starbucks (Right?)

6. Her new holy shopping trinity is Target/IKEA/Trader Joe's (Me too! Especially since Target has gotten their new designer clothing lines. I am LOVING the new Alice Temperley stuff, and as I think you all know, have made many trips to area Targets to find different pieces in that collection).

7. She plays 'Slug Bug' in the car with her husband.

8. She does not allow talking during "America's Next Top Model"

And, perhaps most importantly:

9. She hates Dave Matthews. (Which I think makes us the only 2 people on earth who don't love him to death.)

So, yeah. She's kinda like me except a little more bitter. This very hot weekend, I plan to hide out in the air conditioning and finish "Bright Lights, Big Ass." If you are nice to me, I might even loan it to you when I am done.

Friday, October 05, 2007

so naturally, my iPod isn't working...

Yesterday morning, when I sat down on the train and put in my headphones, the thing was already on and battery power was like, zero. Just before we reached Union Station, it was kaput. Bummer, I thought. So the ride home will be quiet...

It was anything but. Keep reading for a transcription of notes I hastily scribbled on an available scrap of paper..

I'm on the train and who should enter my car but the World's Worst Mother (WWM)and her bratty demon-spawn child. (Rememeber my previously documented tales of woe?) I hadn't seen them for a while and I didn't miss them a bit. Anyway. She gives the kid a Dove ice cream bar the size of his face and then, inexplicably, gets up and starts walking to a different train car. Way to ditch the kid... Wait. He's going after her. Meaning all their stuff - her purse, portable dvd player, etc is just sitting there. Unattended. Nice one. Oh, and the kid left his (unwrapped) ice cream bar sitting on the seat.

They're back. And - Gross! The kid is eating the ice cream. And she's letting him. Ewwwww.

Looks like the WWM has been joined by a friend, which means she'll be ignoring junior. Fortunately, he's watching the dvd player - which all of us can hear. Want to shoot self. Must charge iPod, Must charge iPod...

Oh, holy f*** shit. Did this woman take parent lessons from Britney Spears or what? Now she's giving him a giant bottle of diet coke. I am sitting here drinking orange juice and this 3 year old kid is drinking a bottle of diet coke. Great plan. Get him loaded with sugar and caffeine then park him in front of a dvd. A DVD! For a train ride that's less than 30 minutes (they get off at my stop). I don't even drink caffeinated beverages after lunchtime, and I'm... well, very very old. Wonder if I have ear plugs on me?

Stupid ear plugs don't work well enough. Gah. If ever there was a time I needed Patti's belty vocals, now is that time. Devil Child is now watching Barmy - sorry, Barney. WWM ignoring him. Clearly thinks big purple dinosaur is acceptable parent-figure replacement. 5 stops to go...

Thursday, October 04, 2007

More on Fall TV...

This is what my life has become - I take the train, work work work, go home, have dinner, watch tv, crash. Gripping stuff, huh? They should make a movie of my life. Anyway, this is what I've been watching:

Monday: Geez, I can't remember. Sad.
Tuesday:

NCIS - wait, I know what you're thinking: a military investigation show that can't even spell "CSI"? But no. It's really good. Good plots that don't always include the military, a cast with great rapport with each other and who don't mutter their lines in rapid-fire monotone (24, I am looking at you!), and perhaps the greatest reason of all: Michael Weatherly.

House - have you been watching House? Hugh Laurie, and I can't say this enough, is brilliant. This season, the cranky doctor is trying to hire additional fellows (since his team either left or was fired). Tuesday night he put about 30 candidates through their paces while trying to solve a medical mystery. I like how this show blends the medical stuff with the character development - you know who these people are, but you don't get hit over the head with overdrawn characterization... Unlike...

Wednesday:

Private Practice - Note to Shonda Rimes: what are you doing with this show??? The medicine is marginal, and the characters are just caricatures - the divorced couple forced to work together, but naturally who still have feelings for each other (Sam and Naomi), the misunderstood playboy (Tim Daly's character), the shrink with relationship issues, the nice guy w/heart of gold (cooper), the surfer midwife receptionist, and Addison. Ohh, Addison. Again, the episode last night had its moments, but they were few and far between. These are not the whiny interns of Grey's Anatomy, but apparently what the whiny interns become when they grow up, and with not as much of Grey's snappy dialogue and catch-phrasiness. I love Audra McDonald and Kate Walsh (and you all know how I feel about Taye Diggs) and I still have hope for this show. Please please please make next week's episode be better.... Oh, and by the way, didn't Sam and Naomi have a child in the first crossover episode? I think they did. And I think they referenced said child in the premier episode, but he/she has since vanished... Who's watching the kid while both parents are doctors? And while they hired a stripper for Sam? And when Sam is sitting with his dog and Addison and Naomi are stalkerishly watching him from the neighboring balcony?

ANTM: Still watching the Top Model. Am not too invested in any of the girls yet, so these past two who got kicked off are not really missed. The best is yet to come though - since next week = makeover week!

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Be still, my heart...

Is this even possible??

You know if it happens I will be there....

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

1st Opera of the Season....

Monday night was the kickoff of my personal opera season - La Boheme at Lyric Opera of Chicago. With all the brouhaha surrounding the opening of the season - ie the 11th hour contract settlement with AGMA - and with this opera in particular - ie the dramatic firing of Ms. Angela G (look it up, I don't know how to spell it) several days before the production was set to open - I was very very curious.

But Lyric is like the Rock of Gibraltar, or at the very least, the Rock of Wacker Drive. Sturdy, solid, unflappable. Opening Night on Saturday went off without a hitch and the performance of La Traviata earned glowing reviews for Elizabeth Futral and Joseph Calleja. Monday night rolled around - and quiet changes had been made. The poster of season stars that faces Wacker Drive had already been altred to remove the dismissed diva. The only other indication that the cast had been changed was an insert in the program announcing Elaine Alvarez in the role of Mimi. They did not make any announcement of the cast changes. They did not need to. From the Grand Foyer to the Dress Circle, and all the way up to the first Upper Balcony (a painful hike in uncomfortable shoes. Pant, pant) all anyone was talking about was Angela being fired and this new soprano stepping into her place.

I had never seen La Boheme before, but the story was familiar (from Rent. I was a big huge Renter when I was an undergraduate. I saw it many times when it toured here. But don't worry. It's out of my system.) and so was the music. The cast boasted many Lyric favorites - Quinn Kelsey, an opera center alum, played Marcello, Andrea Silvestrelli (a big, booming basso) played Colline, and Singer of the World winner (and also an Opera Center alum) Nicole Cabell played Musetta. Roberto Aronica was Rodolfo and Elaine Alvarez was Mimi.

Ms. Alvarez is 27 years old just (gulp!) one year younger than myself, and I can't even imagine what she must have been feeling when she stepped out onto that stage in her first appearance at a major American opera house. She did not disappoint the audience, who waited with baited breath to hear her first note. Honestly, she stepped into the role like an old pro. She had a big beautiful voice and was a good match with the rest of the cast (even though the orchestra, at times, threatened to drown the singers out). The audience knew what was going on, and really embraced her as the opera went on. She got a huge, well-deserved, standing ovation at the end of the performance.

It was a great night, and I am looking forward to the rest of the season. I only hope the perfume soaked woman in front of me(who made my eyes itch the entire opera), the chatty couple next to me (who shushed ME for shushing THEM - didja ever??) and the cluster of old biddys behind me (who scolded both my mom and myself for STANDING UP DURING THE CURTAIN CALL. Hello?? It's called a standing ovation?) are NOT subscribers. Sitting around this cranky lot for another 7 performances is NOT something I am looking forward to. Maybe it's the Monday night crowd??

Saturday, September 29, 2007

A New Mimi In Chicago...

Lyric Opera has fired Ms. Angela G which means I won't be seeing her in La Boheme on Monday....

Thursday, September 27, 2007

fall tv...

Lots of good stuff on the tube this week, which makes me happy that we have multiple vcrs. Now I just need time to watch everything....

Tuesday there was House - I love Hugh Laurie and I don't think there is really anything else to say. Oh, wait, yes there is - how James Spader won the Emmy over Hugh is completely beyond my comprehension. Whatever.

Last night there was the new cycle of America's Next Top Model - which I still love in a very odd, guilty pleasure kind of way. Yesterday, Tyra "took a stand" and made this the first ever non-smoking cycle of ANTM. So all of the girls who smoke gotta kick the habit and fast. Her reason was that lots of people watch the show and "look up to" these girls as role models. Uh, yeah, sure, okay. I just hope that they are now going to help the girls who do smoke to quit, since telling them okay, you're done, isn't terribly helpful and quitting is hard.

Then there was Private Practice, the Grey's Anatomy spinoff starring Kate Walsh as Addison Montgomery. I watched this for a few reasons - one, Addison was probably the most interesting character on Grey's - aside from Sara Ramirez's character, and I no longer care about stupid, wishy-washy Meredith. Two - Audra McDonald came into the cast as Naomi. 3. Taye Diggs (no further explanation needed). I liked the show, even though it seemed a little uneven. When two grown adults have conversations like "I did not move down here because you kissed me" it's kind of like okay... how old are you two? But there were many moments that I smiled at. These mainly involved Taye Diggs. Kidding. I have high hopes for this show, since I think I am Officially Giving Up on Grey's Anatomy this season. Too many McWhoevers and people I don't care about.

Then I went to sleep. I have to be here tonight & it's going to be a late one, so I turned in early....

Sunday, September 23, 2007

weekend round up

At 4:00 pm on Sunday afternoon, I know the weekend isn't exactly over yet, but well, you know, close enough.

Yesterday, after my multiple Target Temperley Trips (and after I got cheapish gas in Lake County - $3.06!) I went to a lia sophia jewelry show hosted by my friend Beth. I didn't know anything about the company, but it's basically a deal like Partylite or Longaberger Baskets or the Pampered Chef or whatever, and there is a consultant hawking her wares and pressuring you to have a gathering in the comfort of your own home, yada yada yada. Actually, our consultant (also named Kristen) was very nice, and there wasn't a hard sell or a lot of pressure to hostess a party. Which is good, because while I will go to these things*
and usually buy things, I will not host one because a. I have no room, and b. I don't have many friends outside this same circle who would want to come. So we all go to each other's parties, and if one of them has one, why do I need to?

Anyway, I love jewelry. One of my favorite jobs was working at a craft gallery called A Unique Presence - we featured a lot of jewelry, and were allowed to wear the pieces while we were working. AND we got a serious discount, so a lot of my favorite pieces came home with me after we had our big sales. I like shiny things, and colorful things. So, I am the perfect sucker (I mean, guest) to have at one such party. It was a small gathering, just me, Beth, the other Kristen, Kim and Amy but it was fun to catch up, hear the spiel, try on the jewelry, etc.

Today, I decided to do something fun and relaxing because this coming week is going to be crazy. I thought a movie. And what better movie to see than the trippy, mellow Across the Universe, a film by Julie Taymor (you may remember her recent production of The Magic Flute at the Met, and she's also won several awards for her work with The Lion King.). It's set in the Vietnam war era and, oh, every once in a while, the characters burst into song - more specifically, they burst into Beatles songs. How much fun is that?? Throw in guest spots by Bono(singing "I am the walrus" on a psychedelic bus and Eddie Izzard in an extremely bizzare turn as Mr. Kite, some animated scenes, bleeding strawberries, a singing Uncle Sam, some sly references to Beatles song lyrics (main characters are named Jude and Lucy and a dripping wet girl named Prudence wanders into the apartment shared by the gang. When songstress Sadie, the landlady, asks who she is and where she comes from, Jude shrugs and responds "She came in through the bathroom window." I was the youngest person in the theater, and I am the only one who laughed)and you've got a brilliant afternoon of singable fun. I think it would be totally awesome to have a singalong version of it, because they use a lot of songs that are in the popular lexicon. It's lighthearted and fun, but there are also some powerful images used with some of the songs - the bleeding strawberries and the song "Strawberry Fields Forever" juxtaposed with scenes of battle from Vietnam. The song "Revolution" over protests of the war. I liked it. Go see it.






* unless it's a partylite party. I am SO over partylite and anything to do with candles, thank you very much.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

my gawd, where did all my HAIR go?

Oh, okay, the post title is a slight exaggeration. I did get my hair cut last night - and it's shorter, but not Katie short. To compensate for that though, I decided to turn it a whole different color - I got lowlights, and it's now a nice shade of ash blonde/light brown. I really like it. I was going to do some before and after shots, but the camera battery was too low and I couldn't use the camera phone, either, since that battery had died completely. Tsk, tsk! I know, I'm a bad blogger. But I'll try and take some pictures of it, so y'all can see the new color.

I've been running around town, hunting down the new Alice Temperley line at Target - omg, what cute stuff....