Jan 30, 2010
Jan 29, 2010
Big deal, I know. I can hear you from here.
You can see that pretty much on a Wednesday night in the quarter, you say?
I know, but these guys dance...and they're sober.
The Ballet Trockadero de Monte Carlo performed here for the first time in like more than twenty years.
They were great...just the right mixture of slapstick mixed in with really beautifully done dance.
You expect the humor, but the ballet is just as wonderful too.
By the way, the sight of a tiny male dancer (Chinese in a blond polyester wig) dancing with a six foot two ballerina (o?) never gets old. Never.
Alas, I found myself distracted at intermission by the sight of a guy I'd once had a blind date with....an hour of my life spent listening to a three foot long mullet and a waxed moustache...an hour of my life that I will never get back.
More interesting in the audience was a perfect doppelganger of Yves St. Laurent as a twenty year old, complete with French accent.
Thankfully, unlike my night at the opera last year, no one had a chronic farting problem....well, at least in the audience.
Because I bought my ticket at the last moment, I had to sit alone, way up in the nosebleed seats. From there for at least 1/3 of the performance one would never have known all the dancers were male. That's how good they were.
"SVELTLANA LOFATKINA. Lyrical, lissome,long-legged Sveltlana, "The Chernobyl Cherub," has produced "frissons" in audiences on every continent but two with her ineffable delicacy and refinement.
This limber gamine has captivated hearts since her auspicious debut as Talyusha, the Left Nostril, in the ballet drawn from the The Nose by N. Gogol."
MINNIE VAN DRIVER. Always running from rehearsals, costume fittings and
performances, Miss Driver has a strong sense of movement. She has performed
world wide and has a natural aptitude for touring. Famous for her beautiful port
de bras, she gives credit to her many hours behind the wheel.
Jan 26, 2010
Jan 24, 2010
Oh. my. God.
This city has gone absolutely insane.
The fireworks are popping right now and there's one long sustained scream of joy from everywhere I can hear.
Here's my favorite quote from the Times Picayune about the state of the city currently:
"Chris Owens*, who never ever cancels a show, has canceled her show Sunday evening so she can watch the New Orleans Saints battle the Minnesota Vikings for the NFC Championship.* Legendary 300 year old New Orleans showgirl extraordinaire
Owens will watch the game from the comfort of her French Quarter home, said backup singer Ernestine Moses, who couldn't manage to get the evening off. She is bartending because Owens opened her showroom for fans to watch the game.
At Big Daddy's strip club, Sandy Dalon was working the door, enticing customers to come inside. She said that although the game will not be broadcast inside the club, each dancer is wearing a Saints jersey which, of course, they will take off."
read the rest here
Jan 21, 2010
1. Thank the person who nominated you for this award.
Thank you to the ever debonair tjb at Stirred, Straight Up, with a Twist
2. Copy the logo and place it on your blog.
(sheesh, it's kind of a hideous thing there, isn't it? sorry.)
3. Link to the person who nominated you for this award.
I'm one step ahead of you there, bud.
4. Name seven things about yourself that people might find interesting. (uhhh..."might" being the key word.)
1. When I first began college I intended to become an architect.
That's why I even chose the university to which I went. My father is an engineer and that was the only "artistic" pursuit of which he approved. (and only barely). I'd actually taken a course before college, learning to draw up blueprints and the rudiments of architecture. I did fairly well in it until my sophomore year in college....until I realized that math skills seemed to be oddly important. Liberal Arts, here I came.
I'm actually a pretty good cook...well, I think I am. However, I rarely do it anymore. I have a kitchen with barely running water and no dishwasher...and there's no one around here to cook for but me...and what fun is that? But that still doesn't stop me completely. I've had to curtail the midnight
baking, though. It was getting crazy there for a while.
3. I was a vegetarian for a few years in my twenties, until it took a toll on my hair. Vanity always wins over good intentions.
4.I think I'm the most poorly traveled person I know. Sadly, I've never been to Europe (or at least yet). I've only ever left Louisiana perhaps twenty or so times in my life. I've never been further west than El Paso, or further east than NYC. I have made a conscious effort, however, to remedy this in the past four or so years.
5. I love naked women, but then that's been established here before.
6.My new favorite color of the moment is a sort of Nile Blue. (like these pillows I just bought).
7. I can be somewhat of a flakey newagey sort....but I keep it (fairly) well hidden. I mortify myself sometimes. I'm not above making fun of flakey newagey sorts who are even flakier and newageier than I am, however.
Jan 18, 2010
Jan 17, 2010
Jan 16, 2010
Walking toward me is a 6'4" black tranny*** dressed in Rodarte for Target**** sucking on a diet coke*****.
I exit the parking lot, only to see....walking past a new Pupuseria******, just past the Cao Daiist******* temple, an Amish family of three....in full regalia, I'm talking straw hats, bonnets, beards, the whole shebang******* seemingly making their way to Burlington Coat Factory.
Jan 15, 2010
Jan 12, 2010
sitting on her own.
"There are all kinds for all tastes and occasions---for men and women, old andI was hooked.
young, eupeptics and dyspeptics; for lunch, tea, late supper, picnics---the
largest and most complete collection ever put forth in book form"
A "eupeptic" is a gay, right? I'm pretty sure I'm a eupeptic.
It was published in 1928 in Boston, and the recipes are quite fascinating...if often uneatable. Here's a sampling of Mrs. Cowles's genius at work:
"Tomato Soup Sandwich:
Spread rye bread with creamed butter and cover with a leaf of lettuce. Spread undiluted tomato soup, canned, on the lettuce, cover with another leaf and then with he other slice of bread."
"Cauliflower sandwich", "Yeast Sandwich", "Baked Bean sandwich" ("Press three cups of cold baked beans through a sieve..." and then she lost me...)
There are a number of recipes for the charmingly named "Hamburg Sandwiches"
I decided to forgo the ominous sounding "Emergency Sandwich"
(Put six sweet pickles though the food chopper, also five
boiled eggs. Salt and pepper to taste. Cream two tablespoons of peanut butter
and one of prepared mustard....")
and make a watercress, cucumber, tomato sandwich instead.
I'd never actually had a watercress. It's one of those things that I've read about all the time, but never have, like sex.
So I went the the Asian market and found some watercress (much cheaper than at Whole Foods) and some cucumbers and tomatoes. I bought some white bread and butter and voila.It's actually pretty good. Here's to Mrs. Cowles, the Scherezade of Sandwiches!