- Summing up the Los Angeles Improv Scene; I Want to Go There. Last night I met up with Sarah Painter in Hollywood to see her improv teacher perform at the Upright Citizens Brigade. (See also: Amy Poehler, etc.) The show was called “Sentimental Lady: Guilty Pleasures” and was easily the best $7 I’ve spent in quite some time. Absolutely hilarious. Seven people play off of each other’s […]
- Some Things Never Get Old; Travel Music, File Under Some things just never get old. Also, I wish these people were my friends. (The dancing ones and the singing ones.) [Mates of State image thanks to Santos]
- I Remember Discovering Salinger (as Pseudo Psalmist) I remember reading a red and worn Catcher in the Rye for the first time in undergrad, I think at Sarah Painter’s insistence. And I remember reading it again, and again, and then again, laughing aloud increasingly more with each turn. “Humor is every bit as noble as drama and just as honest. To sit […]
- You Are the Mama Rose, the Famous One. I made Mama a short movie card. But WordPress wouldn’t let me show it to the world, so I posted it on my (now extinct) old blog. You may see it here. It made her laugh, multiple times over. And my Mama has got a great laugh. I only wish it didn’t have to be […]
- Rachel, Rachel, Roses, Roses. Three things I read this evening which I deem to be notably funny. (As in, funny “ha-ha,” not funny “oh, gross.”): 1. Rachel Chester’s suggestions on how to improve US airline travel, following her recent trip to Texas. She is a little bundle of texas riot bundled up in NYC. She is also a WordPress […]
- I Like Big Books This is ridiculous. I mean, really funny. The “I’ll greet her with some holy kissin” part kills me. And the flirting over the flannel boards. In my high school days, I think I shamelessly knew the Sir-Mix-a-Lot original word for word. I am happy to report that:1. I have a cast-iron stomach and can handle […]
- Post Script: EKGs and Pterodactyls Upon further review, I now realize that it was a naive oversight to use the idea of hearts palpitating and prophylactics in the same blog-title. I hope that the tiny corner of blogdom that walks across this “Hello” mat did not find me crude or racy. It was wholly unintended. (Cheers, Brian, for being the […]
- Goodbye, Hello, Uh-Oh I said “goodbye” to the Bordens yesterday in Arusha. They waved me off on my 5-hour shuttle to Nairobi. I cried. And then I napped. I think those two things go well together. I had two hours to kill at the airport so I ordered a veggie burger. A strange sort of curried-Kenyan version of […]
- Familiar Streets, Salinger on Family Portugal is familiar as ever. And I do mean familial-er. The uneven stone streets of this land reach out and greet me as a sister because I, too, am uneven. And we will keep on walking, dear. I might start including scraps from my scrappy journal, as I write them. My tone betrays my own […]
- Everybody Mango! I am currently back in Baltimore. I got my three tiny cavities filled, quite painlessly. Among many other things, I am pond-fishing through my iTunas and putting the finishing touches on a Hey you! It’s summer! homemade CD mix extravaganza of indie goodness. In honor of Portuguese summers, it shall be entitled Everybody Mango! If […]
- I’m from Barcelona This is a song from a new band from Sweden. Their band name is, “I’m from Barcelona.” They make me happy. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OwwbXHNGsjU] (Muito Obrigada, Elise.)
- Three’s Company This one’s for Agent B, who commented that I looked like “that chick from Three’s Company.” Oh, Janet! I am just barely old enough to remember that 70s show, though I never understood the punchlines. Come and knock on our door… (HT: Andrew Jones and his classic photo-shopping antics.)