Monday, September 28, 2009

Thursday, September 24, 2009


As you may or may not know, I am acting in a play that opens this Saturday at The Cherry Pit called The Theatrical Assembly of Self-Realized Animals Presents OUR FARM. I love this play and the people involved with it, and I sincerely hope you can attend. The tickets are onsale now through (just search for OUR FARM and there they will be!). Go HERE to learn more about the show. Here's a google map so you can find the theatre.

If you can come this Saturday, it would be amazing! We have some reviewers coming, and you could definitely help us show them a good time :) If not, then next week is good too.

The Theatrical Assembly of Self-Realized Animals Presents

Our Farm

by Andrew Farmer

directed by Andrew Neisler

Featuring: Jaclyn Backhaus, Nigel DeFriez, Grace Folsom, Rafael Goldstein, Alex Johnson, John Kurzynowski, Max Reuben, Claire Rothrock, Ryann Weir, and Alyssa Yackley

Set Design by Karina Martins

Costume Design by Ellie Famutimi

Lighting Design by Gloria Johnson

Sound Design by Rob Ribar

Projection Design by Andrew Scoville and Jonathan Solari

Stage Management by Jes Levine

Produced by Cat Machak and Emily Hammerman in association with The Centrifuge

at The Cherry Pit, 155 Bank Street, New York

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Tickets are only $15

go to for reservations

Happiness Snack

A pillow I saw at Rob's Grandma's house yesterday

Friday, September 18, 2009

Outlying Snack

Everyone is possessed with an innate and natural talent for something. For some it's very specifically one thing, for others it may be quite a few. I finished The Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell earlier this summer, and in it he expounds upon the magic 10,000 Hours-- the number of hours it takes of practice, experience, pure and sheer work on the thing at which you will excel. The Beatles logged about 10,000 Hours in Hamburg playing cover songs 6 nights a week in skeazy nightclubs, testing and setting new limits in their ability to experiment with several musical genres, all before "Love Me Do" in 1962. Bill Gates worked as a programmer for some computer test center while he was still in high school, and he logged 10,000 Hours doing that before Microsoft was even a twinkle in his nerdy bespectacled eye. Da Geniuses of Da World, it seems, do what they love and love what they do so much and so passionately, that it is no problem for them to reach that number, and subsequently reach greatness.

For all of the kids my age, the ones who went to my school and majored in Theatre: I calculated that, assuming that you did drama club or theater company or whatnot for all four years of high school, and assuming that you did studio all four years of college and maintained a heavy evening presence throughout rehearsing on the 2nd floor of Tisch, and assuming that you have worked rather steadily (not insanely either, like, a bundle of hours of rehearsal/theatrical endeavour a week) since you've graduated, that we have all surpassed the 10,000 Hour Mark sometime this summer, or we will be doing so this fall.

So, Congratulations. You are on the fast track to becoming a Bona Fide Creative Genius, and according to the aforementioned existing models, we have all the right to change the world . Keep doing what you love and Loving what you do. As my brother said when he visited this summer, "Watching you guys find time to do what you love just because you love it, it's like watching the future of stuff."

The only thing I've logged as much time or more on as this is probably investing myself in fictional love stories, which may or may not hold as promising or lucrative a future.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Babe-Z Snack

I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Muriel Barbery's new book is out in the US and I am excited.

"Proust's infamous madeleine cannot hold a candle to the lush, winsome memories of meals past that you'll find in Muriel Barbery's Gourmet Rhapsody. M. Pierre Arthens is France's premier restaurant critic—so premier in fact that he's simply called the MaĆ®tre—and we meet him as he lies in bed, waiting to die. Fervently he mines years of gastronomic delights and discoveries in search of one single flavor, one that he says is "the only true thing ever accomplished." What unfolds—in vignettes narrated by him and by a chorus of his familiars (most human, some quite comically not)—is a portrait of a man in thrall to the very ingredient that makes French cuisine so inescapably, ecstatically, seductive: It's not cream, nor cognac, but the cook who defines those glorious tastes. 'The only true work of art, in the end," he says, "is another person's feast.' " --Anne Bartholomew,

It reminds me of THIS. haha. spoiler alert? Who hasn't seen this movie?

Ratatouille is my favorite Pixar. I mean, I loved Wall-E, but something speaks to me in this particular movie. And by "something" I mean cute rodents talkin and french food.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Sunday, September 6, 2009

My Job Snack

I make signs. Signs like this. HOW CAN MY LIFE GO WRONG

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Toto Snack

I legitimately may have already Snacked this. I can't remember off the top of my head. But if I have, I will feel no shame. I will only bask in the glory that is something great enough to hypothetically warrant TWO Snackages.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Dad Snack

The way he talks about things, he could be my dad.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009