them

So here we are.

They say that with age comes wisdom. I’m not entirely sure of that. For one, I have plenty of age, but I don’t know who “they” is. How wise could I possibly be?

point-counterpoint: tv

So here we are.

POINT: Television shows shouldn’t be real.

Why would anyone want to turn on a television and see exactly what they can see outside their own windows, or in their own mirrors?

Television is a magical gateway to a magical land, populated by the beautiful people, those gods and goddesses with white teeth and shiny hair. The food is fresh and cooked by someone else, the wardrobe is always fashion-forward and neatly pressed, and oh, the furnishings! 

faux-ward

So here we are.

In the comments of my last post, a very nice lady that I know named Elise Allen (at www.eliseallen.com) tagged me in a sort of blogger game/honor. According to the link she supplied in her comment, she was nominated for a Versatile Blogger Award. According to versatilebloggeraward.wordpress.com, the rules of this nomination are thus:

my year with sprinkles

So here we are.

It was just over a year ago that Sprinkles Cupcakes opened their New York City location. The last twelve months have been, to say the least, eventful:

May 13, 2011: Opening Day. My husby and I stand in line among the other devotees. It is a short, brisk queue. But I am Prepared. I know that there are rotating flavors and regular flavors and I know that today is Friday. I know the lineup, and I know I am ordering three for me and three for the husby for what promises to be the most fun weekend of cupcakes ever. What I do not know is how much buttercream is going to fly out of this new Pandora’s Box. 

new and improved

So here we are.


Want to improve something, whether it needs to be improved or not? Here’s how:

• call it a “re-boot”
• add bacon to it
• add CG to it
• change the soundtrack
• call it “artisan”
• call it “heirloom”
• top it with ice cream
• top it with artisan ice cream
• top it with bacon artisan ice cream

best chicken

So here we are.

Earlier this week, the Tony nominations were announced. 

Just hours after those announcements, I performed a cow and a chicken for some international Sesame Street inserts. Some might say that this was a step down for me, since eight years earlier, my name was read on Tony nomination morning. Theatre folk tend to look down on playing a cow. Look at Louise in Gypsy. I don’t know how theatre folk feel about playing a chicken. It’s never come up.