Good hair day
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New on my "to read" list:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1585427209?ie=UTF8&tag=observercom-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=1585427209
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While I was in VT over Columbus Day weekend, I was doing one of my favorite things [driving, obviously] and searching for some tunes. The radio stations were spitting out horrific noises, NPR's "Wait Wait Don't Tell Me" was on, but I wasn't in the mood...so I dug into the glove compartment in search of some CDs. That's right, CDs...not MP3s, not an iPod, not...um...anything else like that. Anyway, I found some great mixed CDs I had made in high school. One of them was untitled, no writing, so I popped it in.
So much rushed back when heard what came on. It was a song to which I choreographed my senior year of high school [set it on 3 dancers, but it was never fully staged]. I remember being instantly obsessed with this song. I heard it and it did the choreography for me. It was as if my only role in the process was to relay in words what the dancers were to do. I was the music's translator. I loved how short it was, how simple and complex it was. How it almost gave me a lump in my throat every time I heard it. How abruptly it ended and how it made me realize that glimpses of beauty are sometimes meant to be just that; a glimpse. I loved and hated the sudden ending. How it always left me wanting more, but how satisfied I would be with never hearing it again.
I set the piece on two women and a man. I didn't create a specific back story, I just went with the raw feelings the music evoked. Essentially, the man and one of the women were passionately in love, but the other woman [who was a very special/important person in woman #1's life] didn't approve. There were solos for each, multiple pas de deuxs and one short pas de trois.
It's interesting though, I listen to it now and feel a different story...
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The Spotted Pig is opening a lil' sister restaurant:
[from Daily Candy:]
Eating High on the Hog
The Breslin Restaurant Opens
the breslin!
Hard body, mushy brains. Gorgeous face, fat ass. It’s so tough to find a perfect being.
Not for trailblazing English chef Fergus Henderson, who invented nose-to-tail dining as we love it. Every so often he comes to town to spread the eat-the-pig’s-head gospel, usually through special dinners at The Spotted Pig.
Only this weekend, he’s at The Breslin, the Pig’s soon-to-open little sister resto in the Ace Hotel.
Once Fergustock ends, the spot will begin breakfast, lunch, and dinner “in the next weekish.”
It’ll be worth the wait for April Bloomfield’s seasonal, rustic, meat-heavy menu with English inflections. Steaks and charcuterie will be dry-aged on-site. Yes, there’s a burger. No, there’s no gnudi or pastas.
The two-story room is ye olde awesome, with olive green walls, pendant lamps, and a peeling historic landmark ceiling.
You’re in — whole hog.
The Breslin, 16 West 29th Street, at Broadway (212-679-1939). Be the first to e-mail kate@thebreslin.com and score a two-top at 7:30 or 9:30 tonight or 2 or 4 p.m. for Saturday brunch.
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Going on Sunday before it closes!
http://www.moma.org/visit/calendar/exhibitions/301
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Have I told you about SUPERMARKET? So into this website. Let me share some of my recent finds:
1. Recycled lambswool mittens:
http://supermarkethq.com/product/multistripe-recycled-lambswool-mittens
2. Bag with which I'd like to have a love affair:
http://supermarkethq.com/product/winton
3. See above [ha, and I thought that one was expensive!]:
http://supermarkethq.com/product/tan-leather-briefcase
4. Cubeoctahedron ring...pretty...delicate
http://supermarkethq.com/product/cubeoctahedron-small-ring
5. Yes! Fancy Shmancy mustaches! I'm telling you people, they find me...
http://supermarkethq.com/product/moustache-fetishism
6. My kinda ring
http://supermarkethq.com/product/single-14k-gold-fill-stacking-ring
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Nosce teipsum
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