I was mentally composing a paeon to The Feast of St. Markdown's - a moveable festival centered around deeply discounted post-holiday items.   I was also - possibly - going to write about the play I'm coproducting, and starting a mental draft of a eulogy for my Dad ( Read more... )

In 2011, ( Read more... )

That's it, pretty much.

There appears to be another person using the sobriquet fuzzylobsters on twitter, and perhaps the same person is using it on OKCupid. Foo. Well, it is at least less common than my other nom d' stuff, Sir Real.

Another barely-edited, just toss it off sort of writing excercise. I was attempting one liners but will settle for a one-paragrapher.

My fascination with pregnancy is as least as old as my laying eyes as a child on my mother's 50's era natural childbirth book. There were photos of rows of white women in big white underwear, identity ( Read more... )

Grandma was a sharp-shooter

My mother's mother's father, I am told, came from Albany to New York City, fleeing the secure trammels of the family's pharmacy business. ( He wanted to be a photographer... )

Sister Honky Tonk

I am now heading for the SPAM party, with a stop in the port authority bus station's bathroom in order to dress up as Mae West.
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Later
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Well I did my makeup in the bus station 3rd floor bathroom , it's relatively quiet. ( I affixed my wig while waiting for an R train )

Just saw "Next to Normal" - a discount rush ticket in the very first row. Couldn't see some of the stage but could see people breaking open right on top of me. Marin Mazzie is so so good. I advocate seeing it from whatever seat you can.

The music - variable. I can't remember the melodies. But the lyrics, some are sticking. The song "I remember the ( Read more... )

Well, so, I noticed that the lineup for the next Hypergender show was a bit short, and I offered my services, which is to say I horned in. Gee, I am not sure when I last performed. On stage. More than a year, I'm fairly sure!!

Host JZ Bich said sure. Now I actually have to think of an act. It's an early hallow-weenerie, happening - oh my gosh - next ( Read more... )

Last Thursday, my fave greenmarket vendor sold me what she claimed were the last peaches of the season. Today I extracted the final one from the paper bag in which is was ripening and ate it. The epitome of succulent, fleeting glory.