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| Life for RENT |
| 07.31.04 (7:51 am) [edit] |
I spent the past two days in NYC trudging through the tourist trap known as Time Square, surfing the subway, dodging flyer-people and a guy yelling "Please take my flyer folks! My job sucks more than yours!", lost the WICKED lotto along with 5 gazillion other people, read and drank chai at Cosi, stayed at a friend's house near Harlem, watched two Dawson episodes, and saw RENT for the second time in my life and was moved just like the first. I think after going to art school, I can relate
with the reality of this show even more--"about falling in love, finding your voice, living for today...giving hope and having faith."
One of my friends who's in the musical theater profession hates RENT along with Aida--the lack of musical technicality, the rock-pop appeal, etc. I understand his perspective and after seeing everyone BELT the music for the 2nd time, I see why they constantly re-cast. Ouch on the vocal chords! Even Melanie Brown (Scary Spice of Spice Girls) who's played MiMi since April and who I saw--her voice was worn down. I'm not saying it's the most wonderful musical theater masterpiece created. I'm just saying, it's enjoyable and moving in that "I just walked into a three story candy store and am in heaven" sort of way. The sugar-high can't last forever and after a few days of non-stop candy, you never want to consume it for another year.
No day but today.
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| Cravings |
| 07.28.04 (11:51 am) [edit] |
I'm craving:
*to go to Canada and reunite with family
*to hear your voice and not be dis-connected
*a new caffeinated beverage
*to move and decorate and live bravely
*to see your face again and make new memories
*to discover new music
*to buy post-its
*to lean back on soft grass or sand and let my face soak up the sun
*to tell you that i'm in love with every bit of who you are
*to buy colorful socks
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| caffein-free |
| 07.25.04 (6:41 am) [edit] |
(no capitals today) sometimes i think i can be the meanest person, so raw, sugar-free, caffein-free, no cream please. maybe it's this city that makes me thick skinned, trustless, so cautious, like how you should handle a fresh XActo blade.
last night, fresh from a brisk run and cool shower, i walked to barnes & noble listening to my MP3 mega mix.
to get to barnes & noble is like little red ridinghood venturing through the woods to get to grandma's house--especially when night hits...all the wolves come out.
"what are you listening to [little girl]?"
"MmmMmm..can i get me a piece of that?"
"hey there sexy [little girl]"
and then on the way home i steer clear of the woods, but wolves are all over the place, and sometimes being voiceless with a blank, edgy glare is the only way to reassure they don't follow me home.
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| *Newsflash* |
| 07.22.04 (9:23 am) [edit] |
*I'm happy to announce that I found a studio apartment about two blocks from where I live now. It called my name--a huge wall of built-in shelving (for my numerous books), hardwood floors, an actual eat-in kitchen (hard to come by) with sea-green verging on torquoise marble floor, new gas stove with lovely cabinetry. The street's beautiful, and the only downfall is that I'm on the third floor, which means move-in is going to be a bitch.
*Newsflash #2: Just for the FYI, this blog thing doesn't mean you lovelies (you know who you are) aren't going to hear from me personally anymore. I'll be talking with or seeing some of you VERY soon! love you!
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| Does anyone remember... |
| 07.20.04 (3:09 pm) [edit] |
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Richard Marx? yeah. I was about 10 when he was popular, and....he's baaack! And I know I'm going to sound like a total geek right now, but I'm, like, totally going to go buy his new cd. huh, love it!
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| When to let go... |
| 07.20.04 (2:54 pm) [edit] |
is when to stop dreaming...which somehow my mind can't stop doing about you. Lately, I've woken up with a faded image of you behind my eyelids and an echo of your touch. And it makes the vacant side of my bed want you more than ever.
time to revert to a single...it makes the romantic gap in my life seem so much smaller.
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| Lighten Up |
| 07.18.04 (10:21 am) [edit] |
So living in the city definitely has its perks...I'm always discovering SOMETHING new. Like last night (yes! finally something social! FYI, I have a fun side too (especially when I don't have to worry about work the next day) )me and my roomate Erika and our friend Heather hung out and I finally got to see Heather's new fab. place in South Philly...and no it's not ghetto. It's about a block away from the famous Pat's Cheesesteak place, so it's very immigration population meets tourist haven. Think neon signs 24/7...Pat's not Heather's. About two blocks down we had the best pizza I've had in a really long time, with thick, crispy crust. If you ever want to score points with me: thick, crispy crust pizza with lots of cheese = my heart. Afterwards, we drove to the big UA to see Anchorman. The three of us were the only ones rocking back and forth, laughing extremely out loud. Come on people! It's Will Ferrell! Lighten up!
When we went back to Heather's humble abode, we watched some crazy movie, fast forwarding to the good parts and then turned on VH1's best of the 90's. Either pop culture is getting really nastalgic, or I'm getting really old. Does anyone else remember exactly where you were when you discovered crystal PEPSI? huh.
So that was the end of my superficial lightheadedness. I got home and drowned myself in "The Secret Life of Bees" only to fall asleep and wake up to Niagra Falls outside. No, this is not a hallucination...this is Philly. Why does Mother Nature always choose to rain on days off! Non-perk #1 of living in the city: Rain+No car=homebound. Or a free shower. Depends on how you look at it. So while my dirty laundry remains in my closet and my cabinets remain foodless, I'm going to go drown myself in the rest of "Bees". Watch some VH1 for me, and if it's not too tragic, remember some of the 90's and get back to me.
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| From A Distance |
| 07.17.04 (8:03 am) [edit] |
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Don't worry, I'm not going to bust out the Divine Miss M's tune. I'm sure you're humming it in your head now anyway. The first time I saw her in concert, she opened with this song, and like the diva she is, rose from a huge globe with a starry night backdrop. I was so excited that I rapidly tapped on my mom's arm and then squeezed it to near numbness. I imagine the buzz at every show Bette must feel--to hear the roar of the crowd, to know that THAT many people love you. In interviews you always hear stars say, though, "It's not really who I am. People think they know, but they have no idea." I'm a sucker for falling in love with acts, the fictional version of people that takes you to high and low extremes. Very few people in real life let you in to this part of their life, where you see it all. But when they do, when there're less secrets and more rawness, there really is more to see. You fall in love not with an icon, not with a character, but with a real person.
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| how to chase down the dawn |
| 07.16.04 (5:28 pm) [edit] |
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Stare at the permanently stopped clock on your wall reading 8:45. Wonder if it's a.m. or p.m. A crack in time. A wrinkle in time, like that book you read in fourth grade. Become obsessed with children's books just because you realize, as an adult, it's the only way to live alternate lives and maintain some sort of innocence. Conquer evil with words and love with your heart on your sleeve, like a wounded soldier who has seen it all. In any event, to solidify connections, talk over tea and coffee. And later, when you miss me, walk to WaWa and order a Hazelnut coffee, just because that's what I was drinking when you told me how much we had in common. Drink it all before you swallow the moon.
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