Archive for November, 2011

aw man, funk that

November 15, 2011

my friends and citizens–

as you know, i generally refrain from political ruminations. that chit chat is best left to pundits, and i’m just a puntwit! but i was awoken last night with news of the OWS raid and was very disheartened.

sure i had found zucotti park kind of sad and more than a little quixotic when i saw it a week ago today… yet it also filled me with a sense of pride and joy that people were able to come together and talk about ideas. how good of the gov’t to let them gather and pitch their tents.

if i were a lower manhattan resident, i’d probably have been mad about the drumming. but it was a public space. and to raid it so late in the night just seems very unfair in a platonic sense of the word. couldn’t they have cleared the park in a kinder way? couldn’t they have donated the 5,000 books to a library?

here is the image that is on the nytimes website right now. the sky is grey and i do believe that is how many of us are feeling at the moment.

an empty zucotti park

and good g-d. the leaves have changed color. how have i missed that? non ci sono piu i mezzi stagioni, there are no longer the middle seasons, and no longer the hope of a little movement of idealistic disgruntled tent people.


ps note this: “On Nov. 15, 1969, a quarter of a million protesters staged a peaceful demonstration in Washington, D.C., against the Vietnam War.”–nytimes


discretion confession, or an upcoming reading

November 14, 2011

mes amis–

i usually do not do this, but this is a press release of sorts for the gals and gulls of half straddle to link to. read on w/ discretion.

“The Brooklyn College Department of Theater, in association with Mac Wellman, Erin Courtney and the Graduate Playwriting Department, cordially invites you to a reading of Asleep at the Wheel by MFA candidate Eliza Bent, the second installment in a monthly play-in-progress reading series.

As described by the initmitable Ken Greller:

Marissa and Louis are stuck in a rut. They are underpaid at not-for-profit dead-end jobs, their souls are slowly being sucked away and everyone around them just might be a little bit insane. In a loose confederation of scenes as witnessed by Eliza Bent, Asleep at the Wheel provides cutting edge reportage of the dwindling non-profit and paints a strange, scary and hilarious landscape of what it means to be young, broke and angry in America.

This reading of Asleep at the Wheel is on
Friday, November 18
at 2:30 PM
in the Tanger Auditorium
in the library at Brooklyn College.

Directed by MFA directing alumnus, Stephen Kaliski, curated by Andy Buck, an MA candidate in Theater History, with design consultation by MFA Design candidate, Nikki Cammack.

The cast includes faculty, current students and acting alumni: Tom Bullard, Gary Cowling, Kristi Dana, Amanda Holsten, Layla Khoshnoudi, Jeremiah Maestas, Emma Myers, Antonevia Ocho-Coultes, Jeremy Ping and Skyler Sullivan.

Please join us for our second collaboration with the Playwriting Department, and to support the development of another unique new voice in contemporary American Theater.”

allora, c’est ca!

cord.u.roy boy oh boy

November 11, 2011

my friends and fellow earth citizens,

first: a happy veterans day to you. or rather, a somber veterans day to you. let us give thanks and remember the brave men and women who have had to endure the horrors of war so that others have not to.

next: happy corduroy day! boy oh boy. cord. u. roy! today is the widest of whales. i felt a fool when i left my abode this morning in evening wear (fit for the opera tonight i am!) and then realized i am not wearing corduroy on my favorite holiday. curses! i will, however, attend something even more hard to get into than the proper corduroy appreciation party, and that is, of course, venus in furs. i do not see the hour!

i said in my last missive that i would take on joe’s pud and their 10 drink minimum. rather i will just remind you all to be aware of the drink minimums (or maximums as the case may be!) and the 7 dollar cranberry juices that lurk.

at least you won’t get a uti!


give the gulls some pizza, occupy and upcoming

November 10, 2011

mes amis,

i know i have been bad at my communiques of late. life is just too busy! nevertheless, i understand that great shakes occurred monday evening at the hallowed bushwick starr where they read a play by some emerging playwright whose name i am forgetting. i do hope to catch the hotel colors one day in a fully staged way!

in other news, i understand the gulls (girls) of half straddle are clamoring to get a good din din the day of their tour on nov. 18. read about it here:

“After a VERY successful one-night midtown tour at the Heartland Brewery and Prelude (aka PreyLewd) in mid-October, Half  Straddle is back for round two and they need YOUR help! The multi-facted multi-disciplinary afternoon evening starts at Brooklyn College with Eliza Bent’s reading of Asleep at the Wheel, a musical about not for profits and then travels to Carrol’s Garden with Erin Markey’s Dardy spectacular. She’s been working on it since women got the right to vote. So let’s put the suffering back in suffrage! The gaggle of gulls will then high tail it to the LES to prepare for Here You Go a one-off of tall order, a fuck you to the Dicks in Place with lots of high romp and rumble for your tumble. Featuring Eliza Bent’s Benjamin Button exit, Julia S-F’s mime sewing and tea whimper, Emily Emily Davis’s hair and acting, Becca Blackwell’s fart murmers, Erin Markey’s crazy eyes and Jess Barbagallo’s peep squeaks and Tina Satter’s butt. Here You Go is a show not to be missed and will be a night to remember. November 18. Has a ring, don’t it? Be part of the fun and help fund the gluten-free pizza the gulls will consume as they prepare for Here You Go. They will think of you and thank you for the good digestion that will ensue.”

tax-deductible donations can be made through half straddle’s website.

in other news, last night i happened upon zucotti park. it was dear and dreamy and kind of pathetic. i was too overwrought to judge properly and the young man singing the songs of bright eyes both moved and annoyed me. how to deal with politics and effecting change without being totally corny?! i just don’t know… perhaps i’m less of a revolutionary and more of a revultionary. hmmph! and i even have a secret love of those bright eyes songs, that’s what confounds me the most!

the man from bright eyes

my next post will discuss joe’s pud and their absurd two drink minimum. also: i want to take a moment to acknowledge the passing of andy rooney. rip my friend and comrade. rip.


the hotel colors

November 4, 2011

mes amis–

many things to write and update on. caught an episode of broadway the other night, which is to say i took in chinglish, david henry hwang’s latest play. i was most pleased to run into various glitterati and feel like a vip. also i quite liked the play! the stars were dreamy and i too most pleasure in the various language games at play.

speaking of language games and plays. you must go and see the hotel colors on monday evening nov. 7th at the bushwick starr at 8pm. it is sure to be a fancy feast of the eyes and ears. great downtown stars are performing in it and–i am told–there will be fine people watching in the audience, too. a gal can hope!

and who doesn’t love a rumination on hostels and travels and problems of language, hmm?

be there or be a square!

ciao for now,