Missy | February 20, 2006
Bodies, dance workshop with Sean Curran, Manhattan
I’ve started a new series over at Flickr.
Missy | February 18, 2006
An interview with the Dardenne brothers, via greg.org. Did you know that they used 21 real babies and 1 fake baby during the filming of Le Fils L’Enfant (UPDATE: Apparently I have the kindest, non-police-iest readership because no one corrected me for accidentally typing the wrong Dardenne film)? Or that their storytelling is inspired by Toni Morrison? Now you do.
Tonight I’m finally seeing Christopher Wheeldon’s much talked-about ballet for NYCB, “After the Rain” , set to music of Arvo P
The Bionic Woman
Missy | February 15, 2006
My mother is nothing if not predictable. Sunday night phones calls that began my freshman year of college have been replaced with Sunday night emails. So when my phone rang tonight and I saw the Caller ID, my heart skipped about 40 beats. Her voice, however, sounded upbeat and she started talking in that rushed way that she does when she has a lot of information to unload.
In twelve days my grandmother turns 90 (not part of the information unload, as I already knew this). My mom reported that since the holidays, she’s been noticeably slowing down, something my mom chalked up to age. A doctor’s appointment today, however, confirmed that her slowness and confusion are because she needs a pacemaker. It was supposed to happen today but, due to cardiologist rescheduling, it’s happening tomorrow. You must understand that my mom revealed this information like it’s just something you go and pick up at the local Kmart. (Further Googling on my own further revealed that the simplicity of the procedure means it might as well be something you go and pick up at the local Kmart.)
My Grandma has had both hips (one of them twice) and both knees replaced. And her mind is quick. I’m going to have to start calling her Jamie Sommers, because she is quite possibly the most resilient person I’ve ever known, in many more ways than one. I only hope that I see 90 the way she will.
The other night I had a bad dream that I was turning 35. Before 35+ year-old readers start getting sore with me, keep in mind that I just turned 34 and my dream was one big ball of confusion in that I couldn’t remember a single thing that happened to me during my 34th year (which, really, is the 35th year, since you don’t turn 1 until you’ve been on this planet for 365 days, but let’s not get technical). I’ve been weird since my birthday, noticing how my body seems to overreact more than normal to physical activity, that I’ve lost some of my fearlessness that accompanies it, that I notice my worry lines more, and that, more importantly, I’ve been in New York almost a year and I’m feeling pretty settled, which means it’s time to move forward and do something more with my daily & weekly life (like, say, podcasting, or volunteering; I’m actually signed up to do some of the latter). The truth is, there’s nothing wrong with me and I’m quite happy. Anyway, my point is that it’s just my mind that’s overreacting and that, without even deliberately trying, grandmas always seem to put things in perspective.
Happy Birthday, Grandma.
Blizzard!
Missy | February 12, 2006
Lone shoveler, Henry Street, 8:30 a.m. He’s going to have to do it all over again in a couple of hours.
White-out on Atlantic Avenue, Brooklyn.
I bundled up and walked out to take photos and as soon as I got out the front door, I realized that was a bad idea. Somehow, the snow was brilliantly snowing not only sideways, but inside my jacket as well. It’s too soon to go out, people. Don’t do it.
UPDATE: Unable to resist the lure of the snow, I went back out a few hours later. The snow had drifted at my front door to my kneecaps. I’ve got a few more photos that can be found here.
Missy | February 10, 2006
Tomorrow, even though I have enough work to keep me busy through the weekend, I will be attending my last class at Dance Space. Don’t worry, it’s nothing tragic. They are closing up shop in their dingy, smelly SoHo space and moving further down Broadway to a newly-constructed space as well as officially re-branding themselves. This means two things: I now have no reason to inadvertently blow large sums of cash when I find myself on the streets of SoHo each weekend, and I no longer have any official reason to find myself north of Chambers Street. Both of these things bum me out.
Mihow & Toby Joe have started a new online book club. Discussion of the first book hasn’t really started yet, but a discussion of the logo has.
Missy | February 9, 2006
I’ve been listening to WOXY since I was 18, a freshman at Miami University in the small town of Oxford, OH, the proud home of (though they’re now based out of Cincinnati) the consistently recognized radio station–Rolling Stone used to rank them among the country’s best, back when I used to read the magazine and their year-end lists, many moons ago. The station has always, always sought to provide the best and most varied alternative to commercial radio, and with enthusiasm and professionalism. WOXY has gone through several iterations and it still struggles. I wholeheartedly support them and the quality of their output. You should, too. (Keith Phipps has been championing them as well. So if you’re more likely to listen to an Onion AV Clubber, well, there you go.)
Missy | February 5, 2006
I know, I’m not quite happy with it, either. What you’re seeing is what happens when one a) finds excuses to take breaks during the doing of other work, and b) gets tired of trying to see the light grey in the sidebar (which is the only thing seeing updates lately anyway).
I didn’t watch any of the Superbowl. I did go to a yoga class in the evening, just prior to which the teacher reported the following exchange between herself and her roommate:
Yoga teacher’s roommate (a guy): Where are you going? Aren’t you going to watch the Superbowl?
Yoga teacher: I’m going to teach my class.
Yoga teacher’s roommate: They’re still having it?
UPDATE: Forgot to mention that, thanks to spam, I currently have all comments set to “require admin approval”. Also, instead of messing with the CSS some more, I did my taxes. I’ve had a headache ever since.
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Listening
Unmap
Volcano Choir
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Reading
A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again
David Foster Wallace
