Wednesday, August 31, 2011


Last night I was bored and not sleeping despite having taken a sleeping pill when I decided to do what anyone else in that state would do, try to find myself on the internet. This led to me finally watching the episode of The A List that one of my Paperdolls shows from a few months ago was featured on.

"What is the A List?" you might ask, along with everyone else I've told about this. It's a show on LOGO modeled after The Real Housewives franchise that follows the exciting lives of a bunch of young gay men living in New York. I'm reserving judgment because I only watched the 10 minute segment that includes people I know, but you can find the episode here and read the recap here, in case you're anything like me and find it necessary to read the recap of a show while you're watching it. Our segment starts around the 30 minute mark and highlights include someone saying "Baton, bitch!" when Kiki gets on the stage, and being able to see me in the background at some point. My personal highlight that was not featured in the final cut was when Derek started talking to me backstage and when it quickly got awkward, stared at me blankly and said "I have to get a Diet Coke."

Monday, August 29, 2011

Weekend Recap

This is apparently what happens when I am trapped inside for 48 hours. It's not pretty.

Friday: Freaked out because there was a hurricane coming and my boyfriend was supposed to be working in Manhattan all weekend. Found out they gave him Sat. and Sun. off. Celebrated by going to a friend's goodbye party and drinking too much.

Saturday Morning: Stocked up on storm supplies. Realized I'm an asshole because I consider chocolate covered pretzels and wine to be storm supplies.

Saturday Afternoon: Watched storm coverage. Developed thesis that most news programs are dumber than reality shows. Witnessed many things to support this. Took nap.

Saturday Night: Waited for storm then got bored when I realized it wouldn't be showing up for a while. Drank wine. Fell asleep.

Sunday Morning: Boyfriend and I went out to survey the damage in my neighborhood. Confirmed suspicion that there was none. Realized I'm an asshole again when I was a little disappointed that the whole thing hadn't been more dramatic. Got coffee at a bagel shop because stores on my block had already started reopening.

Sunday Afternoon: Watched an entire season of It's Always Sunny. Attempted to go to the movies, but gave up when we realized everyone else in the neighborhood had the same idea resulting in a line around the block. Drank wine.

Sunday Night: Leigh texted to see if I wanted to get a drink. Told her to come over as, despite having already consumed lots of wine, we still had lots of wine. Drank wine. Noticed I was exhausted from doing nothing for two days. Went to bed.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Sometimes I Fall Behind On Things

I am currently reading To Kill a Mockingbird for the first time. No, I didn't read it in sixth grade like everyone else. I grew up in Virginia which apparently means in a cow pasture where they forget to teach students most of the classics and just make them read Frankenstein a million times.

On the one hand reading a book like this years after everyone else is fun because I can appreciate it in a way I probably couldn't when I was younger. On the other hand, I'm shocked by plot developments that other people have known for 15 years. I read Of Mice and Men for the first time in college and my dad couldn't understand why I freaked out when I finished it. Doesn't everyone know how it ends?
Once I finish To Kill a Mockingbird I can start knocking off other things I never got around to when I was twelve. Next stop, riding a bike. Maybe . . .

Monday, August 22, 2011

I Dare You

to look at this poster and not come to my show on Thursday.

Wild Times

Saturday was awesome and exhausting. To make up for it I went to brunch yesterday, had 3 bellinis, took a two hour nap, woke up to eat a burger, and went to bed at 9.

To everyone's (no one's) disappointment, I was too much of a mess getting out the door Saturday to dress like a mythical creature. I did however manage to wear a sparkly headband and apply Sally Hanson's Salon Effects leopard print nail stickers.

My boyfriend's reaction upon seeing them:

BF: They're cool, but you know they're kind of weird right?
Me: Blank stare.
BF: I mean, they're like ironically cool. They're ridiculous but in an awesome way.
Me: Blank stare.
BF: You know, they're actually just cool. They're just really cool.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Magical Reading

Tomorrow I'm giving a reading on Governor's Island. It seems that everyone in New York failed to inform me that Governor's Island is a thing now. It has parks, concerts, and houses that organizations like the Poetry Brothel and the Poetry Society can rent to host readings in. Basically it is paradise and in order to fit in in such a magical place the Poetry Brothel is asking everyone who comes to dress up like a mythical creature (This could also be to celebrate the release of their anthology of re-told myths published with Patasola Press. Whatever.)

The good thing about this theme is that I have plenty of mythical creature costumes because of burlesque. The bad thing is they're probably all inappropriate to run around in anywhere families are likely to be present.

Here is the listing in TONY.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

I Am Bad At Some Things

Evidence that I cannot feed myself: Yesterday at lunch I went to the grocery store and stocked up on microwave Indian food because I thought it would be a good alternative to the frozen Amy's things I can no longer even think about without getting nauseous. I was wrong. Looking back I don't know why I saw the $3.29 price and 90 second cook time as a warning sign instead of an endorsement. I ate half of it because I was starving. I didn't have time to get anything for breakfast that morning and had instead eaten a handful of organic cheese curls at 11.

I was going to make fish for dinner but my boyfriend had brought it over on Saturday and I wasn't sure if it was still good. I called my dad to ask him. He didn't call me back until after I had cooked it, and he told me it was probably bad. I threw it out and at a bag of prepackaged Cesar salad and an ear of corn. Considering that half my diet seems to consist of preservatives I'm pretty sure I'm going to live until 100.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

InDigest #21

I have a poem in the new issue of InDigest. I sent it to my friend Matt and he said it proves his theory that TV is an excellent and inexhaustible source of creative material. I believe Leigh Stein would agree with that.

I have been on a non-fiction binge lately which is very weird for me. Most years I read two or three non-fiction books tops, yet somehow I have just gone through four in a row. Last night I decided I was going through novel withdrawal and the only way to fix it would be to read the biggest, Britishist classic I could think of. I got through two pages of Middlemarch before deciding it was too much for me to handle right now and picking up Random Family. I haven't started it yet, but this morning I turned it over and found this blurb from the LA Times, "A nonfiction Middlemarch of the underclass . . . A new benchmark in the field of immersion journalism."

!!! I still can't decide if this means I do or do not have to read Middlemarch.