Best Random Grocery Find. Los Angeles…I hate to say it, but you are treating me quite well…

talkofshame:

Would it be too much to devote a shelf in my fridge to these? Yeah…you’re right. Okay. TWO SHELVES IT IS.

“The Club Cocktails (since 1892): liquor’s in it!”

Graduate School for Acting…

Oh.

melinamalice:

bart: i was so bored that i cut the ponytail off the guy sitting in front of us. [holds it to his neck] hey, look at me! i’m a grad student! i’m 30 years old, and i made $600 last year!

marge: bart! don’t make fun of grad students! they just made a terrible life choice!

Well I have been gone for an unseemly amount of time. Life=crazy and i have been somewhat secretly blogging a crazy project. Reading the complete works of one William Shakespeare in one year. If you are curious 365willshakes.tumblr.com

silly summaries, geeking out over Hamlet etc. fun times.

And on another note: Happy 30th Birthday Buffy Summers! I shall toast you with a can of bubbly booze and watch an episode of birthday misfortune in your honor.

I actually got paid for this.

Rock on Baby Goat. Rock on.

‘The Blues Run the Game’ by Jackson C. Frank Covered by Laura Marling

Last Thursday I picked myself up and went off to Williamsburg for the first time and all by my lonesome in order to see the lovely Laura Marling perform. (Yes. I spent much of my childhood, adolescence and young-adulthood in NYC and I have lived in Brooklyn for about 9 months and this was the first time I went to Williamsburg. Pathetic. I know.)

I ended up leaning right against the stage. Needless to say, her voice is absolutely insane. I have been looking for an mp3 of this cover ever since. This morning I found it.

I think you can hear me cheer at the end…awesome.

I have learned a great lesson today. 

When I am feeling inexplicably down or lost and don’t know what to submit for, and how to get my acting mojo going again: watch this. 

In my world people actually get paid to do this. This can actually be incentive for a career? Yes. Sometimes it may be Ophelia’s Mad Scene, and sometimes it is a souled vampire dancing like the biggest dork ever given his own TV Series.

So I say: Cast me! I will dance like a dorky mad man for you and it will make everyones day. 

Now that it is turning into Summer in New York City, complete with thunderstorms, occasional…and building…muggyness, green trees, and the constant pull to read on my stoop/sit on a blanket or bench in central park, I felt it was necessary to take a moment to remember that brief and glorious moment that is:

Spring in The City. 

When you can make one turn and feel like you are in another place, time and world that somehow still manages to make you love New York, and not the place it may momentarily resemble, all the more. 

Spring, I will miss you. Summer, please don’t burn me too bad. 

Saturday was beautiful here in Brooklyn. My walk through Brooklyn to get to work was also beautiful, but it also made me laugh at myself like a crazed hyena. why you ask? 

1. I left my apartment after looking up buses to go up to Smith College for graduation. 

2. Where I would not only get to see some great people, and my favorite lil sister Caroline graduate, but also witness Rachel Maddow speak. 

3. Ani Difranco came up on shuffle. 3 times. in a row. 

4. I was wearing shiny new shoes, that no matter how cute and shiny they are, are still birkenstocks. 

5. I was walking to Lesbian Herstory Archives in Park Slope. 

and then: Attractive Brooklyn Male walks past and I think,

“Damn you Attractive-Man(tm) sauntering along to (inevitably) play with your Adorable-Baby(tm) and Painfully-Cool-and-Attractive-Girlfriend/Wife/Partner. Damn you.”

I looked at my feet, hummed my ani, thought of Rachel Maddow, trotted off to herstory and said to myself,

“Yep, Still Straight” 

They are coming. 

One of the loves of my childhood along with Peter (as in Pan) and Paul (as in McCartney). When I was about 6 I started lighting a candle for a quick moment on this day. Gone 29 years now and I love him still.