Monthly Archives: December 2010

two trips to lincoln center

over the past two weekends, I have taken two trips to lincoln center, all by myself, and happily so.

the front of the met opera

last weekend I hit the met opera for a performance of “la bohème.” it was, of course, completely fantastic. I hadn’t seen it since middle school! the costumes were gorgeous and the sets were amazing. there was even a live donkey and a live horse! during the cafe scene there most have been at least 150 people on stage. it was epic. I scored my ticket for $10 through pratt (“a $50 value!” as they say in infomercials). seat wasn’t too bad either. woot!

the stage at the met

last night I took myself on another little fancy solo date and caught the NYCB’s “the nutcracker.” who doesn’t love a good “nutcracker”? it was charming and whimsical as always. particular highlights for me always include the waltz of the snowflakes, the dance of arabian coffee, the tutus on the marizipan shepherdesses, dewdrop, and of course the final pas de deux. magic and candy coated fun.
the only bummers were that my seat wasn’t the best, and the people next to me were extremely annoying (arriving 20 minutes late, whispering the whole first act and texting duirng the second, making a ruckus leaving 20 minutes early! harumph! a little decorum and decency, please! it’s the freakin’ nutcracker at lincoln freakin’ center a week before christmas!) I wish more people would stick to my personal how-people-should-behave-whilst-in-public credo: “just try not to bother anyone!”

good times.


recent photos

file this one under new york, you amuse me

[graffiti scratched onto a subway sign that reads ‘the vote is dead, arm yourself’]


file this one under yeah, new york, I get it

[some would argue this is the city’s general attitude…
it actually might be closer to ‘STEP THE F*CK ASIDE!’]


file this one under new york I hate you

[the view from my desk at work, monday… yeah, that’s toxic henious god knows what it is nasty smoke billowing out of a chimney 100 yards from my open window, unchecked, for an hour]


speaking of gifts

speaking of gifts… I recently did get some wonderful birthday gifts. (jeez, between this post and the last one, I seem like quite a greedy bird… but I’m not! swear!)

one such gift was from my mainest homegirl, F.

sorry for the lame iphone photo

does she know me or what?

a fantastically cute, handmade (by this etsy seller), goldenrod yellow LOUISIANA PILLOW! with a heart over New Orleans! [cue jumping for joy!]

I absolutely adore it. thankyou thankyou to my dear wonderful pal who is as thoughtful as the day is long (and whom I forgive for being one inch taller than me.)
someday I may have to get myself the almost-as-cute california pillow (with the heart over SF, of course).


the other truly fabulous gift I received (which deserves and will get its own post once I can get some decent photos of it) was from my dear E. it’s another “you know me ridiculously well” gift. I quite literally GASPED when I opened it. in fact, it almost seems criminal not to talk about it without a photo to back me up on how spectacular this thing it… but anyway…

it’s a gorgeous, elegant, COMPLETELY RESTORED typewriter from 1930 in near perfect condition, that works amazingly, and will last forever because it was so thoughtfully and perfectly made (hey, it’s already made it 80 years!).
to make things even better, it came with a reprinted original manual and a modern care guide, AND all the supplies I’ll ever need to keep that pup in full working condition… oil, replacement ribbons, a dusting brush, you name it!

sigh. they just don’t make ’em like they used to. needless to say, I am in love with it.

so, 25 ain’t lookin’ so bad after all. I’m WAY younger than my typewriter.

imaginary christmas list

now that thanksgiving has passed and we may “officially” celebrate christmas (just ask my sister, who enforces this rule with an iron yet jolly fist), I am trying to get in the spirit before the season passes me by.

always on my holiday to-do list? viewing of some sort of large christmas tree  (at, say, rockefeller center), “the nutcracker” (which I LOVE more than an adult should—the “dance of arabian coffee” is my favorite, and I strongly wish they would do a “no children in the audience” performance, choosing to forget, of course, that this ballet is pretty much FOR children… but I digress…), baking goodies, holiday cocktails and drinks such as grown up hot cider and mulled wine, viewing of various christmas films etc.

this year I am adding a very silly “imaginary chirstmas” list to the mix… just for fun, mind you.


* a fancy wool blanket that will last forever
image credit

* linen sheets would also make a charming gift (for those of us who care deeply about bedding, at least)

* beaucoup beeswax candles to make your house smell like honey and detoxify the air

* non-essential kitchen prettification items, such as a milk glass cake stand and jadeite pitcher
(as well as the kitchen storage space—built-in open shelving painted white, please—needed to store such objects)

* a plane ticket to Iceland (home of glaciers, volcanoes, gnomes and people who believe in them, magic, an openly gay world leader, happy people, the northern lights, bjork, unspoiled nature, and general magic and fabulousness)

* some fantastic fancy kitchen suppliesle creuset 5.5 quart french over, be still my heart!

fancy pants penguin seltzer maker

kitchenaid mixer

(kitchen non-fancies are always nice gifts, too, I think: zesters, knives, good spatulas, carved wooden spoons, thermometers, etc.)

* gray diamond bling (for my pointer finger, of course)

* seven deadly sins plates

* a badass record player and a complete set of nina simone’s albums on vinyl

* a trip to beekeeping camp, flower-arranging classes, books about opera and calligraphy, french conversation classes, garment sewing classes… you know, so I can do that whole pioneer/renaissance woman thing

* collection of vintage handkerchiefs (it is so hard to find new ones of acceptable fabric quality and femininity) and a vintage ladies pocket knife

that’s all I got for now, imaginary santa!