Let’s say you’ve got 60 bucks burning a hole in your pocket, you were once enamored with Olivia Newton John and/or Grease, you were also at one time a Greek mythology geek, and your heart beats in time with 80s pop. Well, friend, then you must run, not walk– or even better, rollerskate– over to TKTS and get yourself a ticket to XANADU.
Xanadu is a place which is unattainably luxurious or beautiful. The show is not. Rather, it’s attainably hilarious. I went for research purposes. Following the first New York reading of my new musical this week, I’m trying to figure out how much farther we can push the comic envelope in song and story. I’ve never seen the film XANADU, but Douglas Carter Beane (ever seen To Wong Foo…?) adapted it for Broadway with Jeff Lynne of Electric Light Orchestra and John Farrar who produced “Physical” (as in “let’s get…”). So my collaborators and I sat there Tuesday night, determined to learn something. And what did I learn? That it feels so good to laugh. So good to be surprised and delighted. And even better to give over to the cheese.
I was going to write about the unbelievable homemade pizza that my friends and I made this weekend, but then I heard about some exciting news out of Sundance, via Women Make Movies:
Although only 25 percent of the films in the festival’s four feature-length Documentary and Dramatic competition categories were directed by women, they won 50 percent of the top prizes.
This is thrilling news from an industry that’s given us past statistics like:
- In 2005, 19 percent of films employed no women directors, executive producers, producers, writers, cinematographers or editors.
Mother Jones(one of my favorite magazines in the universe and beyond) has a great article this month on the new phenomenon of coworking spaces. Essentially they are offices that a bunch o’ consultants rent together so that they have the benefits of a formal work environment–the camraderie, the built-in separatation between work and life, the office supplies–with the informality of the freelance life–come and go as you please, only do work you are interested in (at least on some level), no B-O-S-S. Most often a freelancer throws down around $350 to belong to such a space.
You asked for it. Okay, some of you did. Some of you didn’t. But here’s my music video…
“In the understandably general yearning for “change” in the governing of our country, we might pause to reflect on just what is being changed, and by whom, and for whom.”
– Joan Didion, writing about the 1992 democratic convention
Part of the problem with trying to write anything interesting about a presidential election, is that by the time a layman part time political junkie gets around to actually putting thoughts to paper a) whatever thought generated the impulse to write has been so chewed over, digested and strewn over airwaves it feels like last year’s news, b) very little new seems possible to say and c) you are already so sick of the endless coverage and infuriating substance of that coverage that it seems unforgivable to add to the pile of commentary.
And yet, the current campaign for the democratic nomination is so fascinating and important – as far as what it says about our politics and our country – that it seems worth trying to retain some sort of interest and strive for some sort of clarity despite the fact that the non-stop coverage makes any additional commentary seem like so much more needless wanking.
Last night I was locked in a paddock between a bull and a cow, my heart pounding, “I have got to get out of here….” The steam from the bull’s nostrils puffed into an already misty evening and I knew he was gearing up to break at me. I also knew that, despite the country scene, I was in Paris. Then I woke up to the metal clanking of workmen outside my NYC apartment window. Awesome. I can’t get enough of what happens in the brain at night–when you are curled up in a bed, on the ground, in a tent, in someone’s arms, anywhere, your eyelids flapping with REM. When slumber forces us to abandon our spiky mental critic, we can actually be illuminating. I have a habit of informing people when they’ve made an appearance in my night dreams: co-workers, friends, family, and some very peripheral folks. Why not let them know? How did they get in there? Why are they there? I could analyze for hours.Year ago, an older woman told me that by writing her dreams down every morning, Continue reading
When you get bored at work today, wrapping things up before the holiday weekend, check out the Library of Congress’ online photo collection over at Flickr.
They recently uploaded 3,100 photos from their collection of 1 million, and already there’s been a huge positive response. Flickr users are categorizing old photos with tags, commenting on them with additional information about the photos, and some are even geotagging the photos (tagging where they were taken, so that users can look at a map of the world and see all the photos on Flickr that were taken in specific places).
The coolest part about this project is that most of the pictures have no known copyright restrictions on them, so I’m sure that we’ll start to see people integrating them into their creative projects, online and off.