Missy | June 29, 2003

I have a sore throat that won’t die. I’ve already scheduled and canceled one doctor’s appointment in the past week due to, well, my own scheduling issues (read: work) and a perceived better-feeling (read: the convincing of myself that if I ignored it, it would go away). Now before anyone jumps down my inflamed, pussy (shut up you know what I mean) pus-laden throat, I’m calling my doctor first thing in the a.m
UPDATE [6/30 3:10pm]: Strep! Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to take a nasty giant blue pill and go to bed.

What else? I watched exactly 10 minutes of Waking Life this weekend before feeling nauseated/annoyed/bored, so I wrapped it back up in its Netflix packet and sent it on its way. Clearly, animation on top of hand-held digital video is not good for my inner motion sickness.

Also, I am feeling terribly out of shape. I haven’t been able to hit lunchtime yoga save for once recently, and my favorite dance teacher has been out of town for a residency. Chubby Chubberson, that’s me.

Okay, all complaining stops….Now.

I hope to spend my holiday week (which is to say, my one day off) seeing movies. Charlie’s Angels, Swimming Pool. Other stuff. Trans Am is at Fort Reno tomorrow.

Hey, does that Led Zeppelin DVD set kick ass across town and back or what?

Currently reading/digging/absorbing: The 50 Minute Hour.

UPDATE: Sex and the City: How much was I cheering at the end? Also, previews for next week: here’s the thing about ex’s….most people have one that they hang onto for whatever stupid reason, and they usually make some bad judgments along the way, but eventually you get over it and someone much, much better inevitably comes along. Hear that Carrie? Why am I getting worked up over a tv show?

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Missy | June 26, 2003

Thanks, Jim!

UPDATE: By the way, though I may be a Treach-whore, I did not instruct Jim to write about me. I’m not that vain.

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Missy | June 25, 2003

I’ve seen two slugs in two days, which is two more than I’ve seen since I moved east. In Ohio, they were everywhere; I seem to recall my mom putting out foil pans with beer to drown them and keep them out of her gardens. Nothing, not even cockroaches (palmetto bugs especially) grosses me out like slugs.

Tonight I saw Pippin. It’s one of those shows that can be (and was) played for big laughs, but like, say Into the Woods, there are Bigger Messages At Work. Pippin and the Lead Player (who was a cast reshuffle, thanks to the show’s extension of dates) were outstanding, and this is a show that is made or broken on the strength of its chorus, which was pretty solid. However, I must for a moment gripe about one source of agitation. There was one guy, one of the Players who also played the part of Pippin’s half brother–a role that, I might add, he played as best as I can descibe like one of Eddie Izzard’s caricatures. He was also one of those people who, while clearly being a talented singer & dancer, just doesn’t comprehend the idea of Reining It In, making movements look natural and in place with the rest of the cast. I was sitting close enough to the stage that I could pick out individual voices, and his bellowed above the others’, and his dancing was too….much. You see this kind of thing in high school show choirs: the kid who is undoubtedly talented but is just over the top, and it grates on the nerves. (And in thinking back, I’m sorry to say I was probably one of those kids. I must now apologize to anyone who sat through any of my music performances during my teenage years. Yipes.) In acting, it’s known as scenery-chewing; see for example, the widely-recognized eater of drapery, Geoffrey Rush. Nevertheless, it was a fun production.

UPDATE: Miramax also has eyes on Pippin.

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Missy | June 24, 2003

Sweet weeping christ. Harvey Weinstein has got his paws on a movie version of Damn Yankees. (Hellooo, there already is one. With Gwen Verdon.) Click and scroll.
UPDATE: (Thanks to Gawker for that tip. I was so caught up in my melodrama I forgot to give credit.)

UPDATE#2: In other film & music stuff, check out Jonathan Rosenbaum on Charles Mingus. (Thanks Josh!)

Also: one of my favorite things about summer in DC: the dudes who get together to play Dixieland brass at Dupont Circle.

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Missy | June 23, 2003

Sex and the City was pretty satisfying last night. I’ve seen up to about half of seasons 4 and 5, but it’s not that difficult to pick it back up. The reason why I’m even posting about it is this: Holy smokes is Ron Livingston hot or what? His Jack Berger is sharp and funny–he’s the best guy ever to appear on the show in my opinion. (For those who missed it, he’s looking pretty scruffy these days.)

Bob Mould is at Fort Reno tonight. I probably won’t be there. I have an earache & a sore throat, which (in addition to SatC) is why I didn’t go see American Analog Set last night at the Cat. (As colds or whatever go, this one feels mild, thanks to the regime prescribed by Josh, and it is thus: OD on grapefruit juice. I did, until I couldn’t stand it and then switched to cranberry juice.)

I’m seeing Pippin on Wednesday, though! We’ve got magic to do, just for you! (I’m sorry. I just wanted to inject some corny musical lyrics into your Monday morning.)

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Missy | June 19, 2003

My latest pet peeve is thus (and if there exists a different, yet acceptable standard for which I am unaware, please tell me): people who insert footnotes mid-sentence. I hate reading a sentence only to see the numer ‘2′ stuck in between words. Please keep the references at sentence’s end, please. The thing is, people do these inappropriate insertions here all the freaking time. My experience, at least with reading professional academic journals, is that they should be placed after the sentence’s closing punctuation.

Am I wrong?

Okay then.

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Missy | June 18, 2003

Tonight, at least per my local affiliates, there is a veritable smorgasbord of dance on PBS, in particular, Lar Lubovitch’s Othello, staged for the San Francisco Ballet. Merce Cunningham: A Lifetime of Dance also happens to be airing on one of the channels. Naturally, I forgot to set my VCR–I’ll be out & about seeing Chicago–but the latter has been hanging around on my Netflix queue for quite awhile.
UPDATE: That “Roxie” was such a showstopping number in the stage production indicates to me (what I already knew to be true) that Renee Zellweger was incapable of selling that number in the film. This Roxie was spunky and delightful without relying on a faux-ingenue schtick. Still, Renee was a fine screen Roxie, but she’d get trampled underfoot on stage. As for the production as a whole, there are some things that get lost almost completely in the film, like the hilarious courtroom scene, not to mention the multi-tasking chorus that is on stage for a large portion of the show.

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Missy | June 18, 2003

I just noticed that the Fort Reno schedule is up, which would make sense since the first show is this weekend.

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Missy | June 13, 2003

There are some things that are likely to happen when one hangs out w/ one of her best chick pals consuming Makers Mark and cigarettes for hours on end. 1) You drop $150 on Chicago tickets without hesitation. This I am actually thrilled about, and luckily the date selected (this Wednesday) actually works in my schedule. 2) You put up tearjerker Eva Cassidy songs on your website. 3) You talk to your dude on the phone and recall little more than a lot of giggling. 4) The day after headache. Ouch.

UPDATE: Somebody just called me to tell me she’s taking the day off. Here’s to unexpected Fridays off. (Er, except sans the toasting. Or maybe just with water.)

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Missy | June 12, 2003

Quick update. Let’s see…

Josh is coming to town this weekend!

Owning Mahoney: a strangely seductive film (based on a true story) about embezzlement and gambling. Philip Seymour Hoffman once again shows that he is extraordinarily gifted: every gesture is deliberate but not deliberate-looking. The striking thing here is that the story is less about the remarkable nature of the events and more about addiction and the resulting arbitrary-ness of extremely large sums of money.

I can no longer access any web-based email at work. That sucks. Also, my workload keeps piling up. In a good way, but still…when I come home I’m more or less catatonic.

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Missy | June 7, 2003

Watch the video for Grandaddy’s “Now It’s On”. Click. “WEOO-HOO” is my favorite part. Man, WHY did I not go see them, despite their merely opening for Pete Yorn? Pete Yorn, Pete Schmorn! Ex Jeff saw them some time back, and still talks of the awesomeness of their show, all pedals and electronic doodads and whatnot. I wonder if they play all strung up in Christmas lights, per this video? That would be nifty.
UPDATE: It took me an entire day to notice he’s wearing one of those trucker hats. Either I’m not as easily provoked into irritation as I previously thought, or he just looks like he should be wearing it.

Also: Sea and Cake’s version of “Sound and Vision”. Not much to see, but it’s a nice song. The video would make a neat screen saver. Animation. Sound + vision, see.
UPDATE: I feel like I’m watching something from Sesame Street. That’s not a bad thing.

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Missy | June 5, 2003

I haven’t been writing because my work is sort of consuming my entire being. And not because I am passionate about it; I do work for the government after all.

Also, I haven’t been writing because I am otherwise occupied. I have a boyfriend, you know. Okay, so he lives in Chicago, but still. Also, he is a pinko, did you know that? Yesterday we got into a fight about school vouchers and I got really mad and had to take a time out. Then I calmed down and we made up and it’s okay.

(By the way, the ‘pinko’ thing is meant as a term of endearment, just so my pinko or humorless readers don’t get their panties in a bunch. We get a good laugh out of it. Except when we’re fighting about school vouchers.)

I don’t know what else. I’m out of words.

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Missy | June 1, 2003

In today’s WaPo Arts section: Philip Seymour Hoffman and Mos Def.

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Missy | June 1, 2003

I’m pretty sure this tv for cats idea is a dumb one, although I seem to recall Gonzo (aka Gonzo Kitty Super Cat, aka my beloved childhood friend that caught on fire twice and ran away once with his long chain–yes, we tethered him to the clothes line outside because he loved being outdoors even though he was an indoor cat–still dragging from his neck when we found him down the street) digging our favorite cartoon, Tom & Jerry.

Is this all I have to say today? Apparently so. Does this mean this place is turning into a kitty blog? Hopefully not.

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