Today, Steven and I went where no Steven and Bekah had ever gone before – in pursuit of Grown up Glasses! We are both horrible to our eyes (well, Steve at least takes his contacts out more than once every four months.) Steve’s former glasses, though, are aged and broken. So, finally, we ventured. Armed with our newly found Optical Insurance, we felt invincible. Granted, glasses are still seventeen thousand dollars, even WITH insurance, I think we did a fine job stylishly nerdi-ing ourselves. Steve selected these super power Persol frames:…..Please note the awesome lightning bolt thing on the side. I selected some Modo frames which are red, though you can’t really tell below – which render me a hot/ weird / lesbian librarian. I’m going to wear them. With dresses.
Thar’s a play in here.
I don’t mean Don Imus, though maybe I sort of do. Terrifying. I DO mean Ellen and Sherrie, also pictured above – co-authors and co-founders of this crazy book called The Rules.
Have you heard of this book? It’s a self-helpish best seller, about how, by playing by the ‘Rules,’ a lady can land a dude by playing some serious hard-ish to get.
While I want to think that if you like someone, you should be able to be ‘eeeee! Guess what! I like you!’ It does make sense that some coyness / mysterious is better than ‘eeeeeee!! Guess what, I like you all the time!’ Being mysterious / unattainable requires a bravery that I, and I bet most gals, do not naturally possess. So I think I respect this book and it’s subsequent success.
It is very much the rage to cast the famous in plays, as it brings in the audience. Me being of the theater persuasion – here is where I wryly comment on the recent jeremy pivens / Speed the Plow scandal at the Atlantic. Note: I am extremely under-informed. Note: I will offer no new info, I will merely comment. So’s: in December, Jeremy left the cast of the Atlantic’s production of Speed the Plow – a really amazing Mamet play regarding LA fil exectutives. He left, claiming mysterious bloody noses due to mercury poisoning. Um. Not cocaine. Though my mom has frequently left me voicemails and sent me emails re: mercury poisoning, and it’s dangers – I feel like it takes a serious lot of sushi to actually obtain said poison. And yet – the production, states the nytimes, has gained from his random departure back the SAGs (LA, Sunday, scruffy beard) – he’s been replaced by William H. Macy, apparently for the better. My spies at the Atlantic have yet to be able to score me tickets, or I’d tell you myself. Such is the tale when you cast celebs in your drama plays. Not that that will keep me from casting Jim from the office in my next, so that I may fondle him under a folding table.I’m kidding, Steve. I’m kidding.
I pretty much watch too much TV as of late, instead of doing things I should instead be doing. Hmm. I’ve never really given this show a chance. Until now. As we speak, the Bachelor, is gettin nasty with a contender in a tent. Sounds like ‘Uhhhhh’ are emerging. This was, of course, AFTER he told her that her eyes are ‘star-gazing amazing,’ and after she professed that she wanted to marry him, after knowing him for one week. And Now, they tent.
One of things I love about theater is that’s so interpretative. Is that a word? I don’t mean like ‘dance.’ I mean theater. What I mean is, One single play could be interpreted hundreds of ways, visually and viscerally. Like Hedda Gabler, a play which concerns a discontent housewife. Sort of. Well, that’s only the beginning of a thing that could be dark, sick, funny, nostalgic, or all. It’s about a villian, or perhaps feminist, or perhaps victim of society – a newlywed with a gun; a pretty thing who’d light your baby on fire then write a poem about it.
It’s getting re-visited now at the Roundabout, with a new translation by my prof from New School, Chris Shinn, starring Mary Louise Parker.
…But before Ms. Parker, in another production, it was Cate Blanchette -
It was Kate Burton -
and – my personal favorite – it was Elizabeth Marvel at NYTW in 2004, drenched in tomato juice.
The fact that one woman penned by a brooding Norwegian at the turn of the century could be re-imagined as so many different kinds of contemporary women – that it’s so powerful that its visited and visited over and over again – I just like that.
Yes, so, I love plays. What. Please feel free to stuff me in my locker, put peanut butter in my hair, or do whatever it is that you varsity cheerleaders do.
It is possible to drown most things, including airplanes, kittens, and people. It’s sort of like a super baptism or like being sucked through life backwards, softly murdered by sustanance.
Also, I’m realizing, it is possible to ‘drown’ things as well, metaphorically – evil cravings, sad thoughts, angstiness, frustration. One can literally force them back into one’s throat and then stomach with water. One can drink so much water that there’s literally no more thoughts save slight nausea and a sense of satisfaction.
Aaron, Mandy and I snuck downstairs during work today to watch history happen. Yes we can / did!
Sshhh – don’t tell my boss. Or my Dad.
Peanut Butter eaters BEWARE! Little Debbie has recalled all of their PB products – including but limited to Nutty Bars. This would have posed a serious problem for me were it 2000-2001, at which point, in the privacy of my dorm room, I ate these little guys as if it t’were my employment.But seriously, BEWARE. 430 people have gotten sick from Peanut Butter in the last month! Gnosh on something else!! ….But also – I have just discovered this: Um. We might have a problem.