When I came home today (before rushing off to see the show, see previous entry), I had a message from a friend, telling me that she sent me an email. Since this friend normally calls me for purposes of Lashon Hara[1] (eta: and knows it, prefacing it with something like 'boy, do I have some lashon hara', which she didn't do in the message) , and ( Read more... )

Today is (unless I take more than 35 minutes writing this) Stephen Sondheim's birthday. (Happy Birthday, again ( Read more... )

This summer, the Public Theater (aka Shakespeare in the Park) is doing Troilus and Cressida. Joy waited on line earlier this week for tickets, and we got to see the show! (Add another to my Shakespeare life list!). The show was really good (although it was a little bit odd that the set design cut off views to the back of the set for at least 1 ( Read more... )

She loves me, she loves me not ( Read more... )

Yet another Sondheim show that City Center Encores put on, which I saw for the first time.

This time, "Do I Hear A Waltz". It's not Sondheim's favorite musical, and that's understandable. It was a collaboration with Richard Rogers (as in "and Hart" and, more famously, "and Hammerstein"), and from Sondheim's description of it in his book ( ( Read more... )

You may have noticed a distinct lack of pre-pesach Goljerp postings. Perhaps you thought I've just stopped posting altogether. That is somewhat true. However, another reason is that I wasn't going crazy getting ready, because we weren't at home during Passover ( Read more... )

(See previous post, re: which Bujold to read next)

e. Finish Captain Vorpatril's Alliance, then read Cyroburn on Saturday night and during free time on Sunday, starting Gentleman Jole around 5:30pm on Sunday ( Read more... )

I've been re-reading Bujold's Vorkosigan books, more or less in internal chronological order, anticipating the dead-tree publishing date of Gentleman Jole and the Red Queen in February. I've just got two books left. However, I just opened a box with my copy of Gentleman Jole and the Red Queen (which I shall call GJatRQ from now on) inside. So do ( Read more... )

When I heard the news of David Bowie's death, I was surprised. I hadn't known he was sick. Still, I didn't really listen to his music. I wasn't took shaken up... until I realized that he was "The goblin king" in Labyrinth. Dang ( Read more... )

The best part about *not* putting your birthday on Facebook is that you can then feel sorry for yourself that none of your online friends know when your birthday is. [1] Except for $OLD_COLLEGE_CHUM, who wrote a cron job which sent an email once a year, at least until they shut down his machine, or your (retired) graduate advisor's machine gets ( Read more... )