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He Was a Very Good Frank [May. 14th, 2008|01:33 pm]

twitchywrote
[Current Music |Junior Kimbrough ~ "Most Things Haven't Worked Out"]

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Died ten years ago today. As a human being with decent ears, I feel I have some measly credential to say that he had a hell of a voice. I can’t vouch for whether he was a nice guy or a jerk, I never met the man. But I can tell you that a lot of horn players wished they could play like he sang. Certainly nobody can sing like he did.

Here’s what I mean, and I’m not going to link any YouTube crap here, no mp3s. Not near good enough. Find a clean LP copy of "In the Wee Small Hours" and play it on a good system in a comfortable room. Preferably in the evening after bar time. Listen to the whole thing. No other distractions - no cell phone, no computer, maybe a single light. Pour a little Scotch. Smoke 'em if you got 'em. Then you tell me: could the man sing, or could he.
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New Internet Acronym [May. 14th, 2008|01:18 pm]

brianwood
I invented one yesterday.  See below:

wife texting me:  how is bedtime going?  (meaning, me putting our kid down)
me:  currently much crying.

So much easier, now that we've established it, to just text CMC for "currently much crying.  But it has other uses!  Such as:

me: the story in Local #12 will be an extra ten pages long.
Ryan Kelly:  CMC!

I am a genius!

bri
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File this one under PWNED [May. 14th, 2008|12:43 pm]

manoffeeling
BIO-209-605

Anat&Physiology II 4.00 A


2 CHM-141-602

Gen'l Chem I-Lab 1.00 A


3 CHM-140-099WB

Gen'l.Chem. I 3.00 A


My native intelligence triumphs once more in the face of poor study habits! Still, I have learned an important lesson: from now on, LESS THAN 100% IS NOT ACCEPTABLE!!!
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Monthly Photo Dump Update: Part 4 [May. 14th, 2008|12:20 pm]

uberdionysus
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Monthly Photo Dump
Todd P show with Kristin and her sister...

Old photos from the last two months: (Sometime in early April)

Lots of pics... )

Lots of pics... )
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Rachael Noel [May. 14th, 2008|04:09 pm]
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(Sepia Tweakery Composite)

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...and her hundred miles to hell. [May. 14th, 2008|10:48 am]

greygirlbeast
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[Current Location |Vaalbara]
[Current Mood | relieved]
[Current Music |David Bowie, "Outside"]

I am a very lucky nixar. No gaping, bloody wound in my head. My dentist is wise and merciful, and I was allowed to keep that right second upper molar. It seems the discomfort was arising from a problem caused by upper and lowers no longer occluding properly (because of the work done on the cracked tooth in February). A little grinding (not even the indignity of Novacaine, thank the gods) Still, she gave me Lortab and penicillin scripts, just in case something should go wrong in there before I find a new dentist in Providence. She's been my dentist since March 2000, and it was an oddly bittersweet parting. Anyway, don't ever say that I've never given you a glimpse of true horror, because if you look behind the cut, you'll find x-rays of my frelled-up mouth:

You've been warned )


After the dentist, enormously relieved and not low on blood, we dropped by the storage unit to see just how annoying moving everything out of it will be on May 27th. Not too bad. And then we went to the Birmingham Public Library, and I sat beneath the beautiful old murals in the Linn-Henley wing. That part of the library appears in Threshold, and it's on that very short list of things I will miss about the South. Truthfully, in an alternate-world Alabama with an entirely different cultural and political climate, I could probably have lived my whole life in Birmingham. Anyway, Spooky took some photos, and I'll put them up tomorrow, after she's had time to edit them. Today, you just get gnarly teeth. We saw an assortment of flattened and living fauna along I-20: crows, buzzards, deer, armadillos, dogs, a hawk. At the rest stop just across the Alabama state line, we spotted a large (probably female) Broad-headed skink (Eumeces laticeps). Spooky tried to get a photo, but the lizard did not cooperate. Alas. After the library, we stopped by my Mother's house in Leeds, and spent a couple of hours there, just talking. She's coming up to Providence to visit in the autumn.

I suppose, now that there is not unsightly recovery to endure, I shall be trying to finish up Chapter One of The Red Tree, beginning today. I need to have that done, and also Issue No. 30 of Sirenia Digest by Wednesday, the 21st, at the latest. Not only will the packing schedule become so hectic by then that there's no way I can even hope to work, but, also, I have to go back to Birmingham next week, to see my regular doctor one last time before the move (and she's been my doctor since 1990).

Last night, after finally getting back to Atlanta about 9 pm and grabbing some Thai food for dinner, we watched two episodes from Season Two of Millennium ("The Hand of St. Sebastian" and the hilariously wonderful "Jose Chung's Doomsday Defense", the latter with Charles Nelson Riley). Oh, and discovered a tick latched onto my left hip. No idea where I picked the little fucker up. Maybe at my mother's (rural location plus dog), maybe at the rest stop earlier. She was a female Lone Star tick (Amblyomma americanum), and was surprisingly painful when Spooky removed her. The blasted thing had apparently been on my clothing for some time, had only just bitten, and hadn't yet started to feed (no blood), or had fed only a very little. We dropped the tick in a jar of alcohol (70%), where she survived for a hour. Spooky's calling my doctor about it today, just in case she wants me to take any precautions beyond those we have taken already. And, please, no oogy tick-borne disease related stories. Thank you.

Later, I tried to work on the Palaeozoic Museum (New Babbage, Second Life), but the damned asset server was on the fritz again, so that didn't happen. I did make quite a lot of progress on it Monday. Oh, yeah. Monday. On Monday, I worked on the Museum, we got dinner from the Vortex at Little Five Points, and watched two episodes of Farscape ("Home on the Remains" and "A Constellation of Doubt"). I went back to the biography of Henry Fairfield Osborn, which I hope to finish before the move. That was Monday. Huzzah.

Also, I should repost the link to 350.org.

Is it just me, or are these entries getting far too long winded? At any rate, only 13 days remaining to the dread birthday -04. Blegh. But my Amazon wish list is here,, if you are so inclined.

Oh, and since this entry has gone on Way Too Long, I may as well mention how I've been complaining about the sudden proliferation of needless contractions, because people simply can't be bothered. Sure. It's not really anything new. Nabisco stopped being the National Biscuit Company back in the early sixties, but, lately, it seems like this is happening everywhere. National Geographic as NatGeo?! The Biography Channel as Bio? I wonder how many people still remember that WB stands for Warner Brothers, or that KFC stands for Kentucky Fried Chicken, or that iHop is shortened from the International House of Pancakes? But the one that really tears it for me, that set off a rant last night, was seeing Scarlett Johansson called "ScarJo." What the holy fuck?! Okay, sure. First we had JLo, but that was just Jennifer Lopez, so who really cares? Not only is Scarlett Johansson a fine actress (The Black Dahlia not withstanding), she has a cool name, so why ruin it with a silly contraction like "ScarJo"? It is beyond me, these things that people do. Maybe I would be a more popular writer if I went by CaitKier. Or just CRK. Regardless, I am looking forward to hearing her album of Tom Waits covers. And now the platypus says if I don't stop and drink some coffee, it's going to start gnawing my ankles.
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TV randoms [May. 14th, 2008|09:50 am]

cut_dead
[Current Music |Noel Ellis - Memories]

1. TVland is a very incestuous place.

2. Spent time wondering how much better Juno would've been if  J.K. Simmons reprised his Oz role. 

3.a. Some people spend careers trying to avoid being typecast. Some people embrace it. Nowhere is this more apparent in the latter case after learning the fact that Richard Belzer has played Det. John Munch on 8 different shows.



b. Watching Homicide: Life on the Street has prompted me to say 'Dee-tec-tive John MUNCH' like Ned Beatty.

4. Too much of my TV [almost entirely on DVD] watching is spent trying to link actors to other shows that they've appeared on. See #1.
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w00t. [May. 14th, 2008|09:39 am]

resonantfish
I submitted a design to shirt.woot.com, since it's like a mini-Threadless competition with not as much ridiculous talent and comparable prizes.

It is located here.

No one can vote for it unless they've bought something from the site, and I'd change some things about it (making the outlines much darker), but I wanted to see how the process went. For one thing, I subbed the idea last night at 2 AM and it's already up with 8 votes, so that's a whole lot more fulfilling than Threadless. They compress things differently, though, so next time, I'll save for web differently to avoid artifacting.

The theme is 'Revolution'.
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As if sitting atop thousands of pounds of rocket fuel wasn't daunting enough... [May. 14th, 2008|05:59 am]

astronomy

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An article slated for the June 2008 issue of Popular Mechanics says that, due to fears that a malfunctioning space shuttle might impact populated areas on lift-off:
"Each time the space shuttle rises from its launchpad at Cape Canaveral, Fla., an Air Force officer waits anxiously for the first 2 minutes to pass safely. If the spaceship were to veer off course and endanger a populated area, this range safety officer would bear the terrible responsibility of flipping a pair of switches under a stenciled panel reading “Flight Termination.” The first switch arms explosives on the shuttle’s two solid rocket boosters. Flipping the second switch would detonate them, destroying the shuttle and crew."
*blink*

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mebbe mah first honest update EVER (or Skip This, It's Boring) [May. 14th, 2008|02:37 am]

hi5haircut
[Current Location |Brookfield, CT]
[Current Mood | crazy]
[Current Music |"Bad Dream Lover", Th Jazz Butcher Conspiracy]

it's been a strange life. for th first time, my band feels like a whole (a Band, some would say) & not th sum of its parts; personnel changes have my conscience remembering easier times, but it feels Good & Right to make music w/ 4 dudes (& this omniscient dudette makes 5) who all live th same way, under th same circumstances, in th same hangouts, in th same pay grade (poverty), in th same beds, & FOR Th Music. our hearts are all in it, all our hearts are ALL IN, & 5 hearts beating in passionate unison makes for some beautiful grooves.

i've made some new frenZ. intelligent, interesting frenZ. i've entered Th Pink Cloud enough times to recognize it, but it's still lovely-- i never thought th town i grew up in could be a big enough pond to hold me; and if it is, i know anywhere can be. knowing i can build th life i want around myself anywhere i am, in spite & because of th materials @ my disposal, is empowering in a way totally new to me. ah'm not used to feeling powerful.

M: w/ Great Power comes Great Responsibility.
H: who said that? ah'll kill them w/ my power!

i've been getting along w/ Sean famously too; i think we're reconnecting by connecting on a level much deeper than mutual need, & knowing i can trust him to love & appreciate me however it plays out feels fantastic. it's ridiculous how romantic relationships (& all relationships, to a less crushing extent) are beholden to their outcome. i know it's not always conscious. it would be impossible for anyone to operate inside an exclusive (in any sense of th word) relationship w/o Th! Inevitable! Breakup! influencing their decisions. when i was w/ Andy, so many of my fears & actions were tied up in th label that i always felt dishonest w/o knowing why. Mah Gut told me over & over again that he didn't love me, wouldn't love me if he let himself take a good look, couldn't love me. Mah Head told me that i was projecting my own insecurity & self-hate onto him, & Mah Heart (Th Heart is always Th Judge, Th Jury, & Th Executioner) let itself be convinced. but in Th End, & this is still th most important thing i took away from that whole experience, Mah Gut is a genius. i understood w/o understanding that he was in love w/ His Girlfriend, not Me. i understood that he's a man who will always be in love w/ His Girlfriend, & who doesn't look for her in Th Details because he knows that's where he'll eventually run into Th Devil (Th Irony being, of course, that i knew Him & loved Him anyway). that's just who he is! who's to say he's even Wrong? (OK, i'm saying he's Wrong. but i've also been Wrong before!) i can certainly see how it would make things more manageable. if i could choose to be capable of that kind of selective insight, i would (OK, i wouldn't. but i still have a lot to learn about self-love). it was Hell on me! i went completely insane under th weight of that insult, behaving in ways i will never live down, until i could turn it into something productive. & here it is: if somebody knows who you are & still loves you, if you can trust them to keep loving you after th sex & th greedy needy stuff is gone, then yr a lot more likely to leave them when you want to. it ain't much, & ah'm sure not everyone will have any reason to apply it, but there it is.

ah'm off Th Rails a foot or two, but this is relevant to a lot of shit my parents have had me wading through lately. living w/ them has brought back more from my adolescence than i ever cared to remember, but this time it's much clearer. i think th point i'm trying to make is that a lot of my relationships are looking up, & that's likely to give anyone a more optimistic outlook than they'd normally have... or read Growth into social potency, or what-have-you: Th Pink Cloud. Th Reason i'm convinced that ah'm not mistaking some fleeting mania for a more lasting trend of control is in th negatives. my relationship w/ my folks hasn't improved; it's probably gotten worse. but now it seems obvious to me that we used to fight all th time because, essentially, i want them to be smarter than they are & they want me to be three years old. i know exactly why, exactly what i used to do to contribute to th problem, & exactly what it benefits me to glean from it.

i haven't written in here in a slob's age, & that's becoming a theme. guess ah'm busy! but i miss riffing on myself, learning from people i'll probably never meet but feel strangely close to, making snide remarks @ th people who i can always count on to miss Th Point.

i've been living cleaner, clearer-headed, more & more in th daylight. it's a subtle change, a shift, but i hope it lasts. i hope i can make it last! th relationships i'm forming are more rich & filling; & though i know communication on any level between any two human beings relies on whatever personas they create & assign as their vessels, i @ least try to sneak as much of ME in there as i can w/o fearing th results. i had a dream not long ago that my Self, whatever that is, stood up on th banks of mah soul, heart, vertebrae, cerebrum, whatever, & raised its little staff Moses-style to part th unfathomable fathomless sea of characters i've been in order to interact w/ & impress others, & then marched proudly through it to some unseen destination beyond my skin where it would find itself @ Th World's mercy; @ anyone's mercy but mine. mebbe it would be safer there!

mebbe it didn't make it that far, but passed each persona it had outgrown & only approached Th Light w/o stepping into it. mebbe it even clocked those fake fuckers in their metaphysical kneecaps, a really removed kind of asceticism (you think about it; this metaphor is already spread thinner than an anorexic hooker) & a really immediate kind of accountability. ah'm coming to terms w/ my growing need for people w/ whom i can discuss what i truly think & feel, which means ah'm On Th Hunt for minds that can @ least understand my ideas & can @ most burn them down: EVOLVE MEH! DEVOLVE MEH! peace is hard!

i think th moral here is that i feel as though i have a beginner's grip on how i've tended to let th things about me that set me apart from other people alienate me from them rather than offering up my offer-ables. i've got both hands around th idea that there's no way in which a relationship SHOULD operate, that th very expectations we have of each other can oppress & objectify; but i also understand that there are people who would use that realization as an excuse to always act selfish or cruel. first you realize, then you rationalize. fuck that! ah'm gonna live kindly, accountable to th people i've convinced to trust me, finishing what i start but free of some jerk who'd jerk me around like epilepsy. dig? i wish i could express this more concisely. @ least it's happy in mah head.

P.S. Happy Birthday, Max. ah'm sorry i missed it. i didn't forget, i just didn't realize how deep into May we are until right now. ah'm a bum, but i trust you to love me anyway, th same way i love you.
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Italics abuse [May. 14th, 2008|12:36 am]

twitchywrote
[Current Music |Tom Waits ~ "Such a Scream"]

How the FUCK did four Saw movies get made, with a 5th one coming out in October? Seriously. What complete and utter fucking garbage.

I just...mm...saw...the first one. I don't know why everything looked like it had been saturated with a stucco-sprayer full of goat feces. I don't know why everything in the movie was wandering, plotless and interminable dreck. I frankly don't care.

Gore-porn. I find it hard to believe people enjoy that kind of thing, especially pulled off in such an utterly tasteless, Shyamalan-y way.

So when did the whole of Hollywood decide that if something sucks hard enough, but in an "edgy" way, they can franchise the ever-loving shit out of it? It's the reason we have too many sequels, why we have an Ocean's fuckin' Nineteen now, why everything comes in annoying everlong "trilogies" now.

God. I'm finding it hard to believe I sat through that.

The last good new movie I saw was Ratatouille. The fuck is up here, folks. It can't just be me.
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what you can't help doing [May. 13th, 2008|11:59 pm]
officialgaiman
Sorry about the font-mess of yesterday's post. I did it using Safari on a PC, and the result was hellish. Obviously these are not two things that work well together when playing with Blogger. And each attempt to clean it up on my part made it worse. (Thanks to the Web Goblin for fixing it.)

I did a second draft of the Waterstones "What's Your Story?" story (only a few words I wanted to change, but it meant handwriting the whole thing out again), and FedExed it off today.

My thanks to the Eagle Award voters -- I was thrilled that Absolute Sandman volume 2 won an Eagle Award for Best Reprint. (Last year it was Absolute Sandman volume 1. Next year the vote will probably be split between Absolute Sandman volumes 3 and 4, and something else entirely will win.)

(I was looking to see if there were covers for Absolute Sandmans 3 and 4 up yet at Amazon, and noticed that volumes 1, 2, 3 and 4 are all on sale for $62.37 [and that they are going to weigh a grand total of 29 lb altogether] and the last two have 5% preorders discounts up as well. Which I mention mostly for those people who write to me and grumble about the Absolutes being $100 books.)





Not sure if the cover for Absolute 4 is a mock-up or the real thing. I suspect it's not the final, mostly because I'm pretty sure that face is from Sandman #1, and for Absolute 4 we'll be taking a cover portrait from somewhere in the last 20 issues.


...

Regarding the Julie Schwartz Memorial Talk at MIT on the 23rd of May: To reiterate from the other day -- over at http://cms.mit.edu/juliusschwartz/tickets.html we learn that Tickets to the event are $8.00 and will be available at the door, pending availability. There won't be any available on the door, because they have almost all sold out. The website has a list of places selling the tickets -- yesterday there were about 60 tickets still out there. So this is a sort of a last call -- you can try phoning the places at the website to see if they still have tickets...


...

An ebay auction with a story... I've been rereading some old Batman comics recently, although I don't think I'd want these. But the story that comes with them is wonderful...

I'm worried and upset about the earthquake in China. From Nancy Kress's blog I learned that at least some of the friends we made in Chengdu last summer are okay -- and so are the pandas.

...

Rice pudding re-prompt! Once you get home to proper milk, of course. "Your general guidelines for a batch of rice pudding please, Mr. Gaiman!"Thank you!! ^_^b

I'm working on it, honest. Decided to figure out the proportions I'd used by a) finding a very similar recipe on the web and starting from there and then b) fiddling with it.

Two night's ago's rice pudding (the web recipe) was much too salty and wrong. I fiddled with the proportions and last night's was a lot better but now too sweet. Tonight's rice pudding would have been perfect I have no doubt but I forgot to buy more milk, so I didn't actually make one.

Dear Neil,

The press down here in Brazil have enthusiastically announced you'll be here for the Paraty International Book Fair, first week in July. But since you're also scheduled to lecture at Clarion, I'd like to ask if this is true. Or maybe you have a doppelganger. Or maybe the organizers here had a dream. Or maybe you're taking a weekend of from Clarion down here in Rio (if so, it'll be winter here, and rainy, not the best time to come...) Best regards,Eric

That sounds right, yes. (I teach Clarion the 3rd week in July.)

Hello hello hello,

To quote one of your other fans, “I have a question for you about writing”. I find that my own writing will echo the style of which ever author I am currently reading. Any idea how I might get around constantly mimicking others?

You write more.

I don't think there's anything wrong with copying other people's styles -- it's a skill you'll need, after all. Many actors begin as mimics. You don't worry about it, and keep writing, and after a while you'll have written enough that you can't help sounding like yourself, whether you want to or not.

Style is what you get wrong, that makes what you do sound like you. Style is what you can't help doing. Style is what you're left with.

(I just googled "style is what you can't help doing" because it sounded half-familiar, and I wondered who said it originally, and discovered that it may actually have been me, as I found myself looking at an extract from a speech I gave to an audience of comics artists and writers in 1997 at ProCon in Oakland:


We are creators. When we begin, separately or together, there’s a blank piece of paper. When we are done, we are giving people dreams and magic and journeys into minds and lives that they have never lived. And we must not forget that.

I don’t want to sound like an inspirational speaker here. "Be you." "Be the best you that you can be." But this is really important. It’s something that we mostly lose track of when we starts, because when we start in comics we’re kids, and we have no idea who we are or what our voices are, as artists or as writers.

Young artists want to be Rob Leifeld, or Bernie Wrightson, or Frank Miller, just as young writers want to be Alan Moore, or Chris Claremont or, well, Frank Miller. You’ve seen their portfolios. You’ve read the scripts.

We all swipe when we start. We trace, we copy, we emulate. But the most important thing is to get to the place where you’re telling your own stories, painting your own pictures, doing the stuff that one-one else could have done, but you. Dave McKean, when he was much younger, as a recent art-school graduate, took his portfolio to New York, and showed it to the head of an advertising agency. The guy looked at one of Dave’s paintings—"That’s a really good Bob Peake," he said. "But why would you I want to hire you? If I have something I want done like that, I phone Bob Peake."

You may be able to draw kind of like Rob Leifeld, but the day may come, may have already come, when no-one wants a bargain basement Rob Leifeld clone any more. Learn to draw like you. And as a writer, or as a storyteller, try to tell the stories that only you can tell. Try to tell the stories that you cannot help but tell, the stories you would be telling yourself if you had no audience to listen. The ones that reveal a little too much about you to the world. It’s the point I think of writing as walking naked down the street: it has nothing to do with style, or with genre, it has to do with honesty. Honesty to yourself and to whatever you’re doing.

Don’t worry about trying to develop a style. Style is what you can’t help doing. If you write enough, you draw enough, you’ll have a style, whether you want it or not. Don’t worry about whether you’re "commercial". Tell your own stories, draw your own pictures. Let other people follow you.

If you believe in it, do it. If there’s a comic or a project you’ve always wanted to do, go out there and give it a try. If you fail, you’ll have given it a shot. If you succeed, then you succeeded with what you wanted to do.


And it's still true. (That speech is, along with another speech about tulips and comics, and an essay on how to do successful signings, available in Gods And Tulips, illustrated by Chester Brown, price $3 from the CBLDF commercial website.)(And for those of you after instant webby gratification, the whole Procon speech is up at the Magian Line archives at http://www.woxberg.net/gaiman/magian/3-2.html. But the CBLDF Neil Gaiman store one has a pretty Mike Kaluta cover of me being dead on it. And it's cheap...)
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small update [May. 13th, 2008|11:27 pm]

bigdaddygoob
~This weekend was ok... spent 99% of it at my parents'... setting up shit on Saturday in the back yard so that people would have a place to sit on Mother's Day. Went back on Sunday for the festivities, and no one was outside because it was too chilly. JOY.

~Going to see David Copperfield tomorrow in New Brunswick with my family. It's mom's Mother's Day gift. Starts at 5:30, then dinner after. Should be cool.

~Started watching Alias from the beginning three weeks ago. In the middle of season 2 at the moment. GOOD SHIT, DAMMIT!!!!

~I thought I had more... oh well!
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Hahahahahahah [May. 13th, 2008|10:13 pm]

twitchywrote
[Current Music |Silkworm ~ "The Cigarette Lighters"]

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Flatiron. [May. 13th, 2008|10:09 pm]

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Kode9 & The Spaceape [May. 13th, 2008|11:43 pm]
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[May. 13th, 2008|06:06 pm]

astronomy

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WorldWide Telescope
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i almost forgot to post this... [May. 13th, 2008|02:50 pm]

djmrswhite
MSNBC.com had me write a more grown-up analysis (compared to the free-associating, let's-talk-about-why-Denise-Richards-is-back-in-the-audience-again versions that I do for Advocate.com) of this season's "American Idol" contestants...

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/24585165/
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[May. 13th, 2008|05:48 pm]

franklinshepard
So I saw No No Nanette at Encores this weekend. I've never really gotten into the 1971 CD, other than Helen Gallagher, whom I love. Before I saw this, I had expressed my wish that they would've done the 1925 version.

Well, I liked it far more than I like the CD, that's for sure. I think I prefer the original orchestrations in most of the numbers, but with a few exceptions, I don't hate the new ones. They just feel very Vegas-y and not period. But they are fun sometimes - I particularly like the new orchestration/arrangement of "You Can Dance With Any Girl At All," and the big "I Want To Be Happy" dance in the first act was nice too.

The best moment of the whole night came for me when Sandy Duncan came out after the "I Want to Be Happy" vocal, smiled at the audience, and just started dancing. That felt 1920s to me, and it also just captured the joy of musical theatre. I liked most of the cast, including Beth Leavel and Michael Berrese, and I loved their "You Can Dance..." duet. I have to say, I don't really get "Where Has My Hubby Gone Blues." The song just doesn't do anything for me. It was well-performed, though.

Charles Kimborough was a delight and Mara Davi was cute, although her belting was very not 1920s. (I actually prefer Susan Watson on the CD.) It's an entertaining show, and I can see why it went over so well in 1971 with that cast and that production. And I can see why Encores chose the 1971 version, and I don't begrudge them for it. Although it's still not my favorite show.

ETA: And my friend Joe Thalken was at one of the twin pianos! It was nice to see him tickling the ivories up there.
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Today was a good day, wasn't it? [May. 13th, 2008|05:35 pm]

twitchywrote
[Current Music |Richard Thompson ~ "Cooksferry Queen"]

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You can thank Nick Nolte. And Lipton Tea.
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