GoCation NYC Pt. 3: good news, bad news
Well, the good news is that I’ll be going to The Clean tonight. The bad news is that I got my ticket from former tumblr-er ghostlikeyou (former because she’s taking a break from tumblr, not because I killed her for her ticket). She was really looking forward to the show but couldn’t make it. So, the ticket is in appreciative hands, but I’m bummed that she won’t be there.
I’ve seen 19 plays at the Fringe Festival, will probably see 2 more tomorrow. Thus far 6 have been excellent and most of the rest quite good, with only a few (2? 3?) somewhat painful to get through. Fortunately ticket prices are low enough that it’s worth the risk. For the painful plays it’s not the money that’s the issue anyway, it’s the time lost. I can usually tell 10 minutes in if it’s going to be a bust, and I’m like, damn, I’ve got to sit here for how long?
GoCation NYC Pt 2
tl;dr If anyone has a spare ticket to The Clean Rough Trade show on Thurs, let me know via bittertwee@gmail
So yeah, I’m spending the week here in NYC binging on plays at the Fringe Festival (12 thus far, although I’m revising and slowing down the pace for the rest of the week I think). But fortuitously both The Clean and Bishop Allen are overlapping with my stay here. I was torn on BA vs The Clean on Thursday, I mean, if it were just the one night the answer would obviously be The Clean, but I’m seeing them at Glasslands on Friday and in Baltimore on Saturday (see: previous mention of tendency to binge), and Bishop Allen has strong sentimental value for me even if I don’t listen to them that much anymore. So, torn. Finally I realized that I’d be more bummed if The Clean sold out than BA, so I went to the Rough Trade site last night to purchase tix and oops, sold out! Even though the website doesn’t indicate this until you try to purchase tix. So *of course* now that the 3rd Clean show is denied to me, this is what I wish I’d done. Anyway, I’ll be fine with BA, but— I would shell out for a Clean ticket for Thursday if anyone has one.
GoCation NYC Pt 1
So I’m in NYC for a week, and my first night here my keycard wouldn’t work in my hotel room door when I returned for the evening. So I called down to the front desk on the hallway phone, and while standing there waiting for help I hear the unmistakable sounds of sex happening in a nearby room. The rooms in this hotel are pretty small, so it was about three feet away, and a very loud rhythmic OH.. OH.. OH.. that would be impossible to politely pretend I didn’t hear once the maintenance dude showed up. So it goes on and on (in a way that, when I’ve heard such things in the past, I always start to suspect is more a matter of theatrics than pleasure, but I digress), and I’m getting more and more embarrassed thinking about how I’m going to react when the guy shows up. And then finally it stops, and about 5 seconds later the maintenance dude comes through the door from the elevator lobby, which was right up against my door. He smelled strongly of weed and was giggling the whole time he was working on my lock. And all I could think was that he had arrived on the other side of the lobby door, heard the same thing I did, pictured the same embarrassing scenario that I did, and that the two of us were on either side of this door listening to this couple have sex and waiting for it to stop so we could interact comfortably. At least he had the benefit of being stoned.
"Nope. No. HELL no."
Also, no matter what I listen to, Led Zeppelin will eventually insert their howling girth into the mix. If I want to hear Zeppelin, I’ll look them up, you know?
All that data gathering and hordes of the best and brightest minds working feverishly on predictive algorithms and this is still the best they can do. The machines have not won yet. (relatedly, despite being maxed out on tumblrs I’m following like everyone else, there’s still a specific type of tumblr I’d be happy to follow. The tumblr “here’s a blog” thingy has not yet managed to find a single example.)
shoesandsocks said: I want to wear Bloom County tees to work!
Well I hope it goes without saying that I DO change into something more respectable. Although it’s 12:30 and I haven’t yet— in all honestly probably no one cares. Ah, the many perks of a job in academia.. there aren’t many profs around at the moment but if there were I’d probably be better dressed than at least a few of them.
Examining the growth of the 'Spiritual but not Religious' →
More and more people are describing their belief system as being ‘spiritual but not religious’, but what does this mean? The New York Times investigates this growing trend.
Are people still saying that? I’ve always assumed that “spiritual but not religious” in a guy’s dating profile is code for “I’m really an atheist but I want to get laid”.
"Those in attendance shouldn’t expect a Renaissance-era version of “Midsummer,” though. The story will be set in 1967 San Francisco during the summer of love, complete with hippie-clad actors.
The goal… is to make Shakespeare accessible to kids…"
Southern Shakespeare Festival seeks volunteers for April revival
Because people born in the 21st century find thoughts of their grandparents doin’ it in Golden Gate Park “accessible.”
Seriously, despite boomers’ delusions of eternal youth, the summer of love probably feels just as much part of a bygone era as the Renaissance for a kid today. Relatedly, I saw Boyhood this weekend and was slightly traumatized that the 2000s have gone on long enough that a coming of age story can be told entirely within the confines of the century, with scenes of childhood nostalgia taking place after 9-11.
I’m very belatedly jumping on the biking bandwagon. Right now I’m just renting a Hubway bike to commute to work, but it’s fun enough that I’m considering buying my own for longer trips. The work commute is perfect, a straight shot down a wide street with a bike lane, then a lovely stretch along the Charles with views like this the whole way. Totally beats running to catch the bus for my morning exercise.
I was always somewhat cognizant of “the news”. I’m told I had nightmares about the Vietnam War when I was quite young, although I don’t remember this. Anyway, this is all to say, in honor of yesterday’s anniversary, that I do remember Nixon resigning. I had to explain to my friend, who had no idea what was going on, why I wanted to go inside and watch the president on TV. When I entered the family room my mom was crying, which was funny because she had voted for McGovern.
#morbid thoughts on a beautiful day
#probably not even original
#technically your 80s are your 90th decade but you know what I mean
You know that sinking feeling you get Sunday evening when you look back at the promise of the weekend and realize that nothing you’d hoped would happen or thought you’d accomplish actually happened or got accomplished and there’s no way to rectify this with the few remaining hours you have left and your only option is to make some small meaningless gestures, tidying up and pulling some things together in preparation for the return to the drudgery of the work week ahead? Why do I just know that this feeling will extend throughout the entirety of my 80th decade of life, or as much of that decade as I manage to make it through?
The Rebirth of Stakeholder Capitalism? →
In recent weeks, the managers, employees, and customers of a New England chain of supermarkets called “Market Basket” have joined together to oppose the board of director’s decision earlier in the year to oust the chain’s popular chief executive, Arthur T. Demoulas.
Their demonstrations and…
On Shareholder vs Stakeholder Capitalism, another interesting read from Robert Reich.