If you like piña coladas
8:10 am | 0 | Internerd | When I was a Bartender, Writing
Those of you who have never had the pleasure of consuming a cocktail mixed by me can now replicate the experience in your own home, thanks to my new post up at The Daily Fork: My Top 10 Summer Drinks to Help Beat the Heat. Recipes included.
But he’s got to be a Libra!
Sunday night CLH took me to the Stages musical production of Grey Gardens.
It. Was. Amazing. So. Amazing. The actress who plays, first, Edith Beale (circa 1945), and in the second act, Little Edie (c. 1975) is so good. The songs are hilarious, the dialogue is fast and funny and the overall story is, of course, extremely depressing. The run has been extended through this weekend, so if you live in Houston and you have a chance, you must go see it. As Little Edie would say, “Hooooonestly!”
The Road
In the past month I’ve finished two of the best books I’ve ever read. One has been made into a movie, but the other one most likely never will be.
The part where Viggo hands his son the Coca Cola? Killed me.
Food that moves
9:39 pm | 1 | Blog | Places, Writing
I’m on my annual vacation to Florida, and it’s rained every day since we’ve been here. Next weekend, Hukilau weekend, should be nicer, and I’m looking forward to seeing friends old and new, including a few I’ve never met in real life before. I’m volunteering on Thursday at the Bahia Cabana check-in, so if you’re gonna be there stop by and see me.
I got another freelance gig. My first post at The Daily Fork is about all the weird food I ate while living in Korea. It includes the video of CLH eating live octopus.
The inner drama of childhood
Friend Jim sends a video as a corollary to this post about Mr. Rogers.
In 1969 the US Senate had a hearing on funding the newly developed Corporation for Public Broadcasting. The proposed endowment was $20 million, but President Nixon wanted it cut in half because of the spending going on in the Vietnam War. This is an video clip of the exchange between Mr. Rogers and Senator Pastore, head of the hearing. Senator Pastore starts out very abrasive and by the time Mr. Rogers is done talking, Senator Pastore’s inner child has heard Mr. Rogers and agreed with him. Enjoy.
In the afore-mentioned story, there is this line:
and yet when he speaks, it is in that voice, his voice, the famous one, the unmistakable one, the televised one, the voice dressed in sweater and sneakers, the soft one, the reassuring one, the curious and expository one, the sly voice that sounds adult to the ears of children and childish to the ears of adults
Hearing that voice, after all these years, almost brought tears to my eyes.
Stuff White People Like
9:02 am | 0 | Internerd | Ha!, Two Wheels
Rimmed with frost wherever he has hair
1:45 pm | 0 | Internerd | Reading
If you don’t find this story about Mr. Rogers heartwarming, then you have no heart to warm.
Bali Ha’i
8:56 am | 3 | Video | The Man, Watching
CLH bought a Blu-ray player for my his birthday. Our first two Blu-ray movies: Clockwork Orange and South Pacific. We spent the evening watching all the songs from South Pacific, with sing-along subtitles.
South Pacific Drinking Game: Take a swig every time a color filter is used, or a soft-focus filter.
Hello, Universe
9:37 pm | 1 | Internerd | Girly, Writing
I start each morning by checking email. From bed. On my iPhone. It takes me several minutes to emerge from my crusty-eye fog, and reading in bed, even if it’s email, helps. I’m not sure why, but I get a lot of emails after midnight.
This past weekend, I signed up for Notes from the Universe after reading Chrissy’s post about them. I got my first Note on Monday, my second today, and I wanted to say it’s a really nice way to wake up each morning, by reading a note from the Universe about just how much it has to offer you.
Fistbump
I realized in the 11 seconds of watching this what I love so much about them. They’re just themselves, and that’s it.