These Are Snacks

SNACK ON DIS RESUME

2011-08-30T21:19:00.000-07:00

My Old Favorite Snack

2011-08-26T23:06:00.000-07:00

As a restart to this blog-o-mine, which I haven't spent time with in roughly a year, I would like to bring back an old favorite. I felt like the dude who discovered Floydian Oz.

1. put second video on mute.
2. start first video
3. start second video immediately after.
4. watch second video.

THE BEST SNACK

2010-08-19T22:14:00.001-07:00

MARCEL THE SHELL WITH SHOES ON from Dean Fleischer-Camp on Vimeo.

THANK YOU, Karina, for this, the epitome of all Snacks.

You Win Snacks, You Lose Snacks. But Mostly, You Win Snacks.

2010-08-14T10:22:00.000-07:00

I am really craving mac and cheese right now, but I don't much feel like walking to the deli. So. Ramen it is today.

I've been hard-pressed to find time to write about my own little foibles as I've attempted more and more to channel "writing time" into my writing of various fictional accounts! But I had a little breakthrough yesterday with my film scriptie and now I am timid to get back to it lest I find that my hand is stifled! And also I had a great day yesterday which I will share with you now.

I went to the Met to meet up with some friends around 7; we wanted to catch a few exhibits that were on their way out after this weekend, and I hadn't left Brooklyn since Tuesday due to a weird little stomach bug that left me couchridden with movies like

The Invention of Lying

A Room with a View

How I Got Into College

Harriet the Spy

so I got all dolled up, lace and lipstick in the style of many painted ladies, and took the rush hour train uptown. The Met is beautiful in the evening, when the big skylights can't compete with that affectatious Museum Lighting. Everything gets mad dramatic.

So I'm wandering around, looking for Karina/Taylor/R-Mard and who do I see but good ole' Nicky, bartender extraordinaire, taking a tour of the Picasso with his famiglia. It's easy to forget that Manhattan is two zillion people crammed into ten miles, and often you'll find familiar faces in odd places. I find my friends and we all bounce around, positing about crazy people that may or mayn't spit on Famous Artworks, reminiscing on that girl that fell onto The Actor, and pausing for pictures of the terracotta Face of Jacqueline. Then, a farewell to my incidental bartender bump-in and a hello to the American Woman exhibition, which is CLOTHES THROUGH THE AGES. I freaked.

Great. Then, that hipsters and handballs photography exhibit, which we chose to view because the name rings true to our interests. Then hello to dear Scoville! And some statues in that Grand Hallway. One of my favorite games is to vocalize the noises the statues' mouths were making when they were frozen in stone (that's how all the statues are made, duh). It's almost as fun as making up titles to Neil LaBute plays.

These are the Stories of Our Lives

We Once Did What We Do Now

Beethoven, or Someone Like Him

Once Upon A Time, It All Went Down

We sat on the steps after the museum closed and decided to walk through the park until they kicked us out. But hold that thought! Because here comes an empty limo who offers us a cheap ass ride back to Bushwick. So yeah. We do that instead. We go down the FDR and I look out on Roosevelt Island and that creepy TB Hospital, we roll down windows holding champagne glasses full of sprite, smokin ciggies (I smoked half of one to get the Full Experience), listening to very loud Classical Music or whatever is playing on Delilah. Pitstop at the Opera House, where we pick up Solari and Ellie, who bring us some Brasilian rum to mix with our provided Coca Cola. Five minutes more to Castlebraid. Nary does Bushwick see such style.

There was a rooftop CD release party for a great band. There is a girl who plays the violin in it, and maybe, I decide, I'll do that too. They're building a hammock space on my roof, and someone was giving away free salad. I ate that. Enter lovely Neisler! We all went down to my apartment, freestyled a bit, walked to the Opera House, and I fell asleep on the couch under the guise that I was taking a short nap. Everyone always knows it's the end for me when I decide to take a short nap. Even I know. But I do it anyway, and everybody lets me. And that's why them nap-letters are my truest, bluest friends.

I wrote this play recently that's going up as part of a short play festival that Fresh Ground Pepper is doing, called James Franco Brings the Light of God to the Linguistics Department at the University of Buffalo. I've been 'sessin' (an abbreve for "obsessing," entre it in the record!), yeah I've been sessin over James Franco since I read that New York Magazine article about him. Because he does everything he wants to. Like take a picture with a bear head, you know, 'cause. And also get like 8 masters degrees and stuff.

I've taken it to heart by deciding to do everything I want to.

For example, I'm moving to Paris, France for a month to make a bit of my screenplay. I'm going to let people read it and want to make it. And also Mary Wulihaus and I will be documenteering our visit so that people can want to make the whole process happen more often. I need to refluent my French and learn more about cameras. So I'm doing that too. And people are going to come and stay in our letted flat. All of it excites me. It will take money, which I'm saving, and Balls, which I have decided that I have.

I am going to apply those Balls to other things I want to do in the future. If I want to write a novel or novella or chapter book about this really magical day I had at my work the other day ("The ass is the best part"), if I want to start a gypsy folking edward sharpian band with whoever else wants to, if I want to write a musical with required really ugly dances or take off work to workshop plays in hilarious parts of Tisch with dear old Johnny K, if I want to ride more ferries and eat more Rockaway Tacos and make brooches a more permanent part of my existence, I probably will. If I see a piece of furniture on the street that I want to pick up, like that white wooden cabinet with the molding and the glass panels I saw on Bushwick Avenue, I probably won't pick it up because of the bed bug thing. But I will definitely note it down, remember it, and have someone build it for me later. Or I'll learn how to build it myself.

OK Snack

2010-08-12T09:09:00.000-07:00

Warpin tiiiiime

this is what i do snack

2010-07-30T23:20:00.000-07:00

Om Snacky Me

2010-07-22T08:16:00.000-07:00

Went to Govvie's Island to check me out some Edward Sharpe and de Magnetic Zeros last night. The wind was a blowin, the trumpet was blowin, my mind was blow'n! What a lovely lovely band of marauders. The last song went like, Alex came to the middle of the audience, he had us all sit down, and he played "Brother." What a man what a man what a mighty good man. And Jade? The goodest of women. I want to be her in life, or for Halloween

(which I will be spending in France this year...perhaps all meaning will be lost)

Snack Happy

2010-07-02T10:03:00.000-07:00

Hello.

I find my inspirations to be all over the place these days. What's on my mind? Well, plenty.

(I choose to remember the good times)

HOLLA

2010-06-25T09:38:00.000-07:00

HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA HOLLA

Paul Snack

2010-06-24T09:12:00.000-07:00

I feel weird because I just found a ticket to Paul McCartney in Philadelphia but I let the time expire because I didn't have enough money/ it was only one ticket with a side view/ it's in Philadelphia which is not where I am/ on August 14th. But I let it go. Hm. Someday, I will see you, Paul McCartney. And you won't see me (you won't see me).

Snackcitement

2010-06-17T09:49:00.000-07:00

I love how this weekend I'm choosing between Grizzly Bear/Band of Horses/Karen Elson and Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson and Our Town and the opening weekend of Ideal (starring/directed/designed by all of my friends) and Long Beach and Red and Toy Story 3 and My Cousin, the Emperor at the WNYC Battle of the Bands, and I just saw Next Fall and Bright Star and finished reading A Farewell to Arms, which is maybe the perfect book, and maybe I'll watch Moon and buy my ticket to Paris, and start on my new movie and do revising on my old one and start my new play and new musical and do revising on my old play and I don't have an old musical, and also maybe I'll ride my bike.

On To the Next Snack

2010-06-12T23:01:00.000-07:00

Snackanada

2010-06-10T10:46:00.001-07:00

O, CANADA

Self-Interview Snack

2010-06-09T01:28:00.001-07:00

Perfect Snack

2010-06-04T07:22:00.000-07:00

What's with all these perfect games???

Perfection must be in the air this season. Well. Then there's this:

This is the stuff of pure HUMANITY. Jim Joyce realizes the error of his call.

Other perfect things:

The Perfect Storm

The Perfect Fan

The Perfect Score

Practically Perfect in Every Way

"Lucas, is it true you committed the perfect crime?"
"Not entirely perfect."

Sup Snack

2010-06-02T10:12:00.000-07:00

Ah yes. Drinkin coffee, drinkin tea, drinkin jus du cranberry. Noodles for breakfast, grilled cheese for lunch. Lookin up flights to Paris. Makin a list of shows to see and shows I've seen. Singin songs. Settlin debts. Printin out important papers. Gettin ready for work. Regardin bananas. Fixin the seat on my bike. Ponderin showtimes for Micmacs.

Suns Snack

2010-05-29T21:22:00.001-07:00

My love for the Suns far surpasses my hatred for the Lakers. Thus, instead of harping on a loss, I will choose tonight to celebrate my team- a team in the truest sense of the word. They play with passion and love for one another and for the game. They are very inspiring to watch. And I would go on dates with all of them. Here's to my Phoenix Suns.

Slovenian Boyfriend Snack II

2010-05-26T09:00:00.000-07:00

With a special guest appearance by my other boyfriend Legolas Lopez

Today is Your Day Snack

2010-05-24T08:21:00.000-07:00

Slovenian Boyfriend Snack

2010-05-08T23:40:00.000-07:00

Oh Really?

2010-04-18T17:10:00.000-07:00

I mean, we could talk about it.

I don't see a need to, though

There's a gorilla and Barkley on our SIIIIIIDE

Thank God Snack

2010-04-18T15:40:00.001-07:00

Who is This? Snack

2010-04-06T22:39:00.000-07:00

Saw this pic in the NYTimes. Mystery! I want to do this.

Sir Paul SnackCartney

2010-03-30T13:46:00.000-07:00

Daddy snagged Mommy tickets to Paul McCartney in Phoenix this past weekend. They said it's her birthday. Well, they were right, cos it was. So she was the luckiest lady in town, and I was the luckiest daughter around because I was blessed with several Sir Paulian voicemails. I've saved them all and listened to them by the scores.

Here's the setlist for the show she attended:

Venus And Mars
Rock Show
Jet
All My Loving
Got To Get You Into My Life
Highway
Let Me Roll It
Foxy Lady

The Long And Winding Road
Nineteen Hundred And Eighty Five
(I Want To) Come Home
My Love

I'm Looking Through You
Every Night
Two Of Us
Blackbird
Here Today
Dance Tonight
Mrs. Vandebilt
Eleanor Rigby

Something
Letting Go
Sing The Changes
Band On The Run
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da
Back in the USSR
I've got a feeling
Paperback writer
A day in the life
Give peace a chance

Let it be
Live And Let die
Hey Jude

Day Tripper
Lady Madonna
Get back

Yesterday
Helter Skelter
Sgt. Pepper's ( reprise )
The End

That's right. FORTY SONGS. Way to go, Pauly, you made my mom's LIFE.

And in the birthday card my dad gave my mom that morning:

"If Sir Paul asks you backstage tonight, GO FOR IT!!!!!!!!"

If that don't prove my parents are Supreme Beings, than I DON'T KNOW WHAT

SUNSnack

2010-03-29T09:19:00.000-07:00

I got a new JOB. Same place, different occupation. So I'm comin into some money. First thing I'm buying? Plane ticket home to see mah first SUNS GAME SINCE the Age of MAJERLE. Hopefully it will be a playoff spot.

Saw a guy in Soho wearing a Suns hat yeserday, made me smile wide

Segue that into this: I left my Famous Hat in a cab or somewhere. It is the hat that my grandma made for me, ze one she asked me if i vahnted it vis puffbahllz or not.

In other otros news, this is legit:

Makes me miss all the desert minstrel parties I would have with my friends in Arizona. (Actualement, I never did that. But maybe in the 48 hours of Suns time, we can make it happen for the first and not the last time. Also, maybe grandma will teach me to knit.)

Sneak Snack

2010-03-21T18:13:00.000-07:00

Stewie Snack

2010-03-21T17:47:00.000-07:00

TrendSnacking

2010-03-17T17:56:00.000-07:00

LADIES! Get ready for this season's latest trend: wearing men's boxers as shorts!!!!

Just kidding, only I do this and people look at me CRAZY

SNACK TRAGEDY

2010-03-15T21:08:00.000-07:00

THIS IS A SNACK MADE UP OF MINOR TRAGEDIES:

I LOVED SAM AND KATE.

MY FAVORITE ITALIANO RESTAURANT IN THE EAST VILLAGE IS CLOSED.

MY DUMBO DREAM IS OFF THE MARKET BECAUSE OF JAY-Z AND BEYONCE.

the only way this could get better is if KATE GETS WITH LEO NOW FINALLY

Pacifist Snack

2010-03-14T20:27:00.000-07:00

Snackturday Night Live: Googly Eyes

2010-03-11T23:07:00.000-08:00

oh ma gah. i'm crying

Snackworm

2010-03-05T08:54:00.000-08:00

I had a lot of downtime at work this week!

Here are the books I finished:

Monday March 1

Tuesday March 2

Wednesday March 3

On Thursday March 4 (yestedeh), I tried to finish and read a bit of for good measure and/or recherche for a new play I'm getting inklings on, but there was this party of 30 French dudes that did not want the noodles we sent them so I spent my downtime downing noodles in sauce rather than furthering my Book-a-Day-in-March conquest.

Hey! Also check this out! Sedona Arizona is straight up featured!

Bay Ridge Snack

2010-03-01T18:49:00.001-08:00

A journal entry from the train ride home:

The Prince Hotel in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, New York is on 93rd Street. The streets go up-to-down rather than down-to-up in Brooklyn, so I rightly assumed I was near the water. The Verranzanzos Bridge gleamed and twinkled in the distance. I have a bad habit of grinding my teeth. I'm trying to decide if I should spend money on Ramen or wine. I want to start and finish my Picasso play in four hours because I work best with extreme deadlines. I took pictures for my boss of candlelit tables and a fake Mona Lisa. At the lounge, two guys offered to buy me wine. Fresh Blood in Bay Ridge, I guess it was pretty apparent. I declined and left the lounge only to narrowly escape being hit by a bike only to narrowly escape being hit by a car. Anyway, The Prince Hotel has a flashing sign on the roof, which I've only encountered in horror movies or my idea of horror movies. But it was real. It was festively lined with Alsatian slats. On my way home from Bay Ridge, I finished Nine Stories; "Teddy" might be the best thing I ever read

Christopher Snalcken

2010-02-21T15:48:00.000-08:00

i love him more than i love you

Binary Code Snack

2010-02-20T22:57:00.001-08:00

A clan of weavers. A clan of weavers though? A clan. Of weavers. A clan of weavers.

Bench Snack

2010-02-16T10:49:00.000-08:00

Looking through my iPhoto, I found this. Taken three years ago maybe?

Snacktivity

2010-02-16T10:21:00.000-08:00

The GM at my restaurant, Buanao, gave me this list that she found, which she called

"Twelve or Thirteen Things That Will Keep Your Brain Active."

-Dancing
-Exercise
-Eat one Egg a Day!
-Multitask
-3 or more 4 ounce glasses of JUICE a week
-Laughter!
-7 hours of sleep a NIGHT
-Reading!
-NO MORE THAN two hours of TV a day
-Spice up your life! With rosemary, basil, cinnamon, turmeric, oregano, thyme and SAGE
-Study another language!
-FLOSS
-5 or more cups of green tea a day (INTENSE)

Good thing I already do all of these things without thinking about it! Onto the next list, Steps to Ensure Your Nobel Peace Prize

Maddy Fergusnack

2010-02-10T19:08:00.000-08:00

Looked like her today.

Let's Play Snack Up

2010-02-08T07:26:00.000-08:00

2010 has brought on a slew of busyments! From here to there and there to here I flit, with tasks, and work, and rehearsals, and Fresh Ground Pepper and books to read and meetings and a new vegetable cookbook for Christmas, and a new apartment that I live in that needs a bit of painting and some shelves..

Of course, this means I have been HEINOUS about snacking in this new decade. I snack in life! Oh yes, of course. But then I forget to transmit said snackery back to my dear bloggo.

I will give you a smattering of my recent snacking in life, and then we can feel all caught up and ready/able to snack the small things again. So let's get started!

I watched Gone With the Wind for the very first time.

I saw Noel Coward's Brief Encounter at St. Ann's Warehouse and it was my favorite thing.

I finished applications to

Soho Think Tank's Ice Factory

and Elsewhere Collaborative

THIS guy

Hamlet opens in a few weeks!

Fresh Ground Pepper is going strong in its second year. We kicked off the year at Irondale, and last week we had a sweet festivity at Flushnik, where we premiered our brand new website.

Language

I won a contest for free tickets to see Youth in Revolt , which had a whole lotta

in it.

I'm also gonna mack on dis place for free.

I was in the Daily News!

My friends is on dis. I went to me first one of dese. I fell in love with dis song. I got paid to be on dis show. I am reading dis and dis and dis.

And I sleep when I can. And I drink coffee, and plan vacation and more busyment.

Ballsnack

2010-01-21T12:52:00.000-08:00

2010-01-19T22:31:00.001-08:00

My Snack With Andre

2010-01-02T22:23:00.000-08:00

Snack Your Bon Bon.

2009-12-31T18:00:00.001-08:00

I am going to write a retrospective. But I need to eat some cheese and crackers and head to a party. So until then, I say farewell to the 00s with this,

.

Happy New Year and New Decade, friends, lovers, and friends and family and friends.

Crafty Snack

2009-12-29T12:01:00.000-08:00

Wrapping Pretty Presents!

Making Nameplates!

Asshole Millinery!

Wine Crate Dream Bookshelf!

Snacklings

2009-12-16T15:06:00.000-08:00

My Love My Life Snack

2009-12-15T12:27:00.000-08:00

I wish I could find my Deep House Dish clips but they seem BANISH'ED

The Best Snack

2009-12-11T22:04:00.000-08:00

Jumbo Snack Pack: Two Entries in One

2009-12-08T00:27:00.000-08:00

There is smoke, or steam, or something just so, rising always from the building across the street from me. It is a self-proclaimed Ironworks, which recalls a time when all businesses were suffixed with the word "-works." Waterworks, Metalworks, Widgetworks, Cabinetworks. I am just kidding. There was no such time. There may have been, but I don't know enough about it to make such a generalization!

I have no curtains yet in my new apartment. Yes! I moved. To Brooklyn, land of Kings. And my apartment lies inside one Castle, and I could not be happier in it. These last few weeks have been some of my busiest, which is a loud a brash statement to make at 3:35 on a Monday, but as you can see, I've naried with my blog posts, and they've been like Tim & Eric movies so it's not even some writing. I have to pick out a paint yet, and get my dresser and wine crates, and the curtains, yes, but it's all coming together nicely and neatly.

I like having an above ground train; it usually propels me to read oftener than its below-ground counterparts. Below ground, all I can do is sit and stare or be with music. Reading underground makes me feel weary. I read faster and more productively in natural sunlight, perhaps.

I was in a reading over the weekend, at Fresh Ground Pepper's final event of the year. We did 6 plays in 2 days, all with different casts and directors and playwrights. It was a blast, and it was in Brooklyn, so I got to walk there and back and get a cheesesteak.

I have hosted Speeddating events on pretty much every Sunday night since early June of this year, and this past Sunday we had a very rough one. Everyone was out of sorts and taking it out on me; it escalated in intensity and ridiculousness to the point that some lady yelled "I'm a lawyer!" in my face in order to, I don't know, beat me into validating her fears about life and love? I survived the barrage of angry women hurling their condescension at me, holding their Real-Life Jobs and Real-World Experience over my head like it's my fault that they are even at this event--when all I'm doing is, you know, ringing a bell so guys can rotate and doling out spring rolls and just being really nice to everyone so that maybe they'll be really nice to each other and maybe get over the Hurdle that is Putting Yourself Out There In Order To Get To Know Someone, helping them maybe have the courage to sit with a stranger for a few minutes and maybe possibly find a connection--I survived it, sure, but by the end I was feeling really low.

Dejected and tired and very starving, I shuffled into a pizza place pre-train and I met a fellow from Dallas. He was a Cowboys fan (blech) but we sat with each other and ate our pizza, I told him about my horrible night and he told me about his pretty good one, and we exchanged conversation about hobbies and jobs and salsa dancing and sports and growing up in the Southwest. And he told me something I hear so often, something I have heard from quite a few people lately in various contexts and degrees: You can only have as good a time as the goodness you put forth. You can only find love if you give love to the world. If you go into a situation with a negative energy, you will partake in a negative outcome.

You know, blah blah, The Secret, blah Oprah blah. I think it's true, though, I really do. I could have been weirded out by this guy who approached me in a Ray's Pizza and not talked to him and left, and I would have gone home hungry, in a bad mood, without the reminder he so generously and warmly bestowed upon me.

It really lifted my spirits, making friends with this random guy. He's in my phone as "Adrian, pizza" and maybe I'll see him again, and maybe I won't, but either way, when I'm scrolling through my phone to text Amy or Andrew or Ashley, I will most definitely think of him, and our fearless non-missed connection, and his positive message.

Other Exciting and Happy Things of the Past Few Days!
- Hung out in Queenz with some dears and read a play and drank some wine/whiskey
- Ran into DC! In Union Square. He slipped his book in my bag and we caught up in seconds.
- Dad met Steven Gerrard and Michael Ballack, WHAAAA
- Swiped some dumplings at work today. Savory.
- I start rehearsals tomorrow for a production of Hamlet directed by my dear friend John that will be in February!
- A reading of a musical I am co-writing under the guise of lovely Rob Heller will happen on December 17th at The Cherry Pit!
- I asked for time off from work to go home for Christmas! Oh, and I'm handmaking my gifts this year, and they are baller.
- I have some inkling ideas for my Christmas card. Be ready for one, if I love you. I probably do.
- Tchotchkes

Galifisnackis

2009-11-23T20:53:00.001-08:00

What If Snack

2009-11-22T22:47:00.000-08:00

An Open Invitation to the Petruseks: Brooklyn is calling you.

Classic Snack

2009-11-17T08:48:00.001-08:00

Snackalike

2009-11-16T23:00:00.000-08:00

Snack Up

2009-11-15T15:29:00.000-08:00

This is what I discover with 2 hours of unplanned Snacktime to myself.

1. put second video on mute.
2. start first video
3. start second video immediately after.
4. watch second video.

very nearly perfect.

A Snack Pack

2009-11-09T21:35:00.000-08:00

This

Oh, This

Girly Movie Snack

2009-11-08T20:10:00.000-08:00

So this guy came into work today..

Chances are 10 out of 10 of you have never seen this guy before. 11 of 10 of you wouldn't recognize his face or decide it was at all important. But I, however, saw his face, looked at it for probably too long, and subsequently placed it as "the face of the actor from 2005 romantic dramedy Prime" which I saw on a plane once and liked probably more than everyone else, ever. His character, in my opinion, was written purely with The Chicks in mind- like, he was perfect and yet he still had flaws? But like they were flaws that are inherent in all of us and thereby you know forgivable? But he, the actor, Bryan Greenberg, really gave a fresh performance. If I wasn't so worried of what people think of my opinions, I could use the word "transcendent." And he, the character, David, dates and just really really loves Uma Thurman's character, who has a really quirkyandunique name and is older than him. And Meryl Streep is his mom and her psychoanalyst, which provides the unnecessary romcom gimmick that the movie is based on. Of course, Mer is great and good as always. Really though, I just love the relationship between David and Rafi (see? I had to look that up, but it is full of quirk).

I found the movie on DVD at some store in Brooklyn that also sells a lot of Magic: The Gathering paraphernalia. It was three dollars so I bought it. I showed it to my roommates, who are both Chicks in their own right, and even THEY were like, "Jaclyn. Please." I'm really alone in thinking that this movie is Good with a capital G.

In the movie, they eat a lot of dinners. I think dinners are magical, and eating, and dinners with friends or dates. Cooking them, going out for them, trying new places, trying new foods, sampling many dishes, sharing many plates. My favorite dates include wine and full stomachs. I would name my Top 5, but that would require a lot of thought and I don't feel like letting a bunch of memories compete with each other internally! And it would make me hungry as shit. Anyway, that's probs part of the reason I loved Prime, because half of it was people in love eating and drinking and being merry, staring at each other over prosciutto in dim light.

In Summation: Saw a guy eating who was in a movie that I saw him eating in. La la la.

Snackapella

2009-11-03T08:54:00.000-08:00

Halloweiner Snack

2009-11-01T22:24:00.000-08:00

This Halloween, I went dressed as A GIANT DICK. Just kidding! I had to work coat check for a party at my job and I had to be on a plane for some hours earlier in the day, so my costume-fashioning time was limited. There was a baby on the plane who was wearing a little skeleton costume and shoes that said BOO. He often squealed but I was surprised to find it quite endearing! Maybe you're like, oh sheesh, she's a girl, blah blah Biological Clock. One thing I hate is when women talk about their "biological clock." Actually, I don't hate it so much as I think it's annoying that the phrase "biological clock" is often accompanied by a knowing nudge or roll of the eyes. "My biological clock sure is ticking. Am I right, ladies?" Chortle chortle emphatic eyebrow NOD! Seriously, Ladies, am I right or am I RIGHT?

So for Halloween I had a bouquet of grapes, which was fun, and a hat. Laura was a giant martini. I also had like white stockings and black lacey boots and a funny smocky dress, so in my mind I was if Wednesday Addams was the girl in The Secret Garden if The Secret Garden took place in Italy rather than the moors of weird England. But that took too long to explain to the girls who went as sexy blah blahs and needed me to check their coats for them.

While I was home, I hung out with my broseph, Boopsie, who has the same hair and general catalogue of stances that I do. We had wings with another set of siblings, the Petruseks, who should have a techno side thing called PetruSexxx, and who resemble each other in hair, gait, and demeanor. The four of us together make up a combination so potent that if we turn on each other it will be like some Hatfield v. McCoy type SHIT, but since we all dig each other's vibes and smell what we are collectively cooking, it's a pretty sweet set up like generally you know?

My friend Amy bought a dog that looks and acts a lot like me, so hopefully the Petruseks have a best friend who has a dog that looks and acts a lot like them, or else Boops and I are one-up on those guys. Game, set, MATCH.

On a harmonious note,
Some things happened on this trip home that really warmed my heart and brought me joy. The past month or so has been BUSY and stressful sometimes! But it also is a dream, just a dream. Everyone be safe and healthy and joyous. Yeah, I just got serious, seriouser than Dicks and PetruSexxx, in any case. But you may forget how lucky we are to live, and laugh, and love others, and tell others you love them, and taste cheese, and read a good sentence, and take a deep breath and let it out again, and giggle aloud at private thoughts, and shamelessly hit on your waiter, and do Cher impersonations, and drink refills of Pink Lemonade FOR FREE, and quote Casablanca with your mom inside Banana Republic while trying on a very trenchy trenchcoat, and feel your best friend's mom's boobs, and eat part of your balanced dorm breakfast, and sing, and read old yearbook quotes aloud only to realize that you've pretty sharply predicted the future. See people you haven't seen in five years. Play with their kids. See where you've all gone, know that you're all going so much farther. Wonder why you have more than two friends moving to Lincoln, Nebraska. Listen to Howard Stern with Dad, listen to Oma's stories about her Oma, fall asleep on the couch in the living room in clothes.

I Missed This Snack

2009-10-31T00:48:00.000-07:00

Gary BuSnack

2009-10-30T22:08:00.000-07:00

HAHAHAHAHAHA

BoopSnack

2009-10-27T09:22:00.000-07:00

seein dese guys in phoenix tomorrow

Dad Snack

2009-10-25T02:03:00.000-07:00

My dad's in town for his 40-year high school reunion. Well, he's not in my town, at the moment, my town being New York City I suppose. He's currently in Clark, NJ, the place where he grew up after being born in Elizabeth and moving away from Garwood and saving the kid who fell through the ice pond and walking that duck on rollers all the way across town and sometimes I get his life story mixed up with that kid from A Christmas Story, but I know for a fact that when he was little, the world was in Technicolor. And kids on TV shows were named Tommy and Beaver. And my grandmother's German accent was as strong as it is now. Anyway, he will be there tonight and he'll be back in New York City tomorrow night, after "going to the party at Cal's place and sleeping at Randy's parents' house," which leads me to believe he's picking up where he left off at age 18. He met The Boss like four times, always brags about jamming with him, though the truth behind that stretch-ed lie is never boiled down completely. Apparently he and Randy burned a building down accidentally once. Some things are too perfect.

I reflect on my own time in high school, a time when I totally lacked confidence or interest in tanning, two things that, at the time, seemed to run rampant around me and signify my own blaring insignificance. While I now have confidence (what a funny thing to acquire! it's not like i can chart it over time, it's the opposite of nickels in a jar, i can only measure my successes in looking back and knowing how lonely and true it felt!), I still lack interest in tanning, and I still hate doing things to my hair to make it look nice. And I still daydream a lot, and I still listen to some of the same songs, and I still love a lot of the same dear hearts I knew and trusted and confided in back then. I still like a lot of the same movies and I still quote most of them like we used to. I think I still have my old ID? In three pieces and taped. Found my Yellow Boat and Charlie Brown tshirts in my tshirt drawer when I was on a laundry prowl. I have my favorite Beatles poster, the Hard Day's Night one, hanging in my room in New York. Lots and lots of pictures of Amy and I, making faces or pointing at things or wearing wigs. Sunil's cackle. The Bell Jar, and Dickens.

Little and big things stay the same inside the person growing, up and down as my heart beats, a lot of confusion that in time yielded to hindsight and clarity and still-so-young. Things are never linear and we look back and them and put them that way. I still feel all sorts of the same way in glimpses and glimmers. People change and they don't change and stories lie in how those dos and don'ts are.

A picture of my parents on their wedding day, 1983. They were together for nine years before they got married. Met in college in California. She in a shortish white dress. He in a tux and checkered Vans. You can take my dad out of Jersey, but you can't take the Jersey out of my dad.

My Cousin, The Snack

2009-10-17T00:55:00.000-07:00

sometimes some things are not as loud as silence. i got a fortune cookie that said that once. once was yesterday. today in my life i sounded my own fortune, it said, today is a day you will be inspired by friends. those friends are friends that do what they love, and well. they work with things they love and dance with people they love and tell those they love that they love them. and there was no silence, only loudness. and no solemnity, only celebration. and only dancing, and shaking, and cheering. it's lovely to watch people do what they love, and well. it's cool when there is someone who majored in Guitar.

yay for friends who are old friends, bookends

To Do Snack

2009-10-13T23:58:00.001-07:00

This

Train Snack

2009-10-11T19:26:00.000-07:00

I arrived home this evening to cheese on my stairs. And broken balloons; these two things lead me to believe that I was not invited to a party someone threw for me.

On the train, I noticed a nebbish sort reading the Real Estate section of the Times next to a graying woman reading The New Yorker. Feeling inclined to join the club without making aware my infiltration, I stood over them and read each upside down. There was a gap between the two readers where the rest of the man's Sunday Times lay. I watched helplessly as the fat woman from the next stop sat upon it. The man ran his hands through his nebbish light brown hair; he was mourning the loss of five dollars and copious amounts of untapped knowledge. He never complained. The fat woman did not realize she was sitting on paper instead of a seat. The woman with the New Yorker was too busy reading the blurb about Madeleine Albright's fine brooch collection to notice the debacle, or even her incidental subway-intellectuals-club membership, or even that I was reading upside down over her.

I felt an affinity to the nebbish man. I felt it first when I noticed that he wore corduroys, and second when I saw he read about apartments he could never afford, and third when I empathized for his loss of five dollars and copious amounts if untapped knowledge. The fourth and most important moment was when, at the stop on 59th street, the woman with the tiny head and the gigantic puffy coat came on. The puffy coat, it was a Northface, it made her tiny head look even tinier. I had to stifle a laugh. I noticed him do the same.

He left the train, then, and I silently wished him well. He left without his paper, which was still underneath the fat woman. He is probably a writer, as he was equal parts nebbish and observant. I have noticed recently that one moment you realize you feel an affinity for someone is the moment when they walk out of a room and you feel you still have something left to say.

Slough Snack

2009-10-07T10:28:00.001-07:00

Renwick Snack

2009-10-06T07:18:00.000-07:00

Playwriting Snack

2009-09-28T10:47:00.000-07:00

Randomly found this great article:

Woody Allen: I Appreciate George S. Kaufman

OUR FARM SNACK

2009-09-24T14:15:00.000-07:00

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 www.smarttix.com (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

Saturday, September 26

Wednesday, September 30

Thursday, October 1st

Friday, October 2nd

Saturday, October 3rd

**ALL PERFORMANCES AT 9:00pm**

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Tickets are only $15

go to smarttix.com for reservations

Happiness Snack

2009-09-24T08:28:00.000-07:00

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

One of my Favorite Moments in Cinematic History Snack

2009-09-22T23:48:00.000-07:00

Tiger Snack

2009-09-20T23:33:00.000-07:00

Outlying Snack

2009-09-18T08:01:00.000-07:00

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.

Babe-Z Snack

2009-09-17T09:21:00.000-07:00

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

2009-09-16T09:44:00.000-07:00

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 Maître—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, Amazon.com

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.

Interrupting Snack

2009-09-13T21:58:00.000-07:00

09.09.09 Snack

2009-09-09T14:01:00.000-07:00

something changed today. in the wind. i felt it.

Also: FRESH GROUND PEPPER GOT SOME PRESS

Snack des Foutaises

2009-09-08T22:06:00.000-07:00

My Job Snack

2009-09-06T22:42:00.000-07:00

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

Toto Snack

2009-09-05T19:26:00.000-07:00

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.

Dad Snack

2009-09-03T23:53:00.000-07:00

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

Lullabye Snack

2009-09-02T00:02:00.000-07:00

I'm Sunil's Mom Snack

2009-08-28T08:00:00.001-07:00

Aj is a train wreck. Nick doesn't have a solo in this, so. Not my fave.

Busyness Snack

2009-08-27T09:56:00.000-07:00

I am flitting around breathlessly!

On a half-hour break from my one-week stint as a postcard distributor, I called my dear friend Chuck The One From Nebraska and we began organizing a last minute road trip to Arizona to visit our dear friend Amy, with a pitstop in Las Vegas to help my father with a giant athletic expo he's involved in. It seemed so impetuous that my revisionist memory of it has us screaming frantically at each other into the phone: "I'VE NEVER BEEN WEST OF COLORADO." "OF COURSE I'LL MAKE PLAYLISTS FOR THE CAR." "YES YES MY DAD WANTS US BOTH IN VEGAS BY THE 22ND THERE WILL BE SPORTS PEOPLE THERE!!!" "OKAY I'LL TALK TO YOU SOON OKAY BYE."

And then a day later, I'm cast in a show the same week as the expo and a wrench is thrown into the whole of my haphazard planning. Not really a wrench, as I fully intend to go back to Phoenix after the show is over. But no more Vegas, and probably no more road trip. It's also not really a wrench because thrown wrenches usually hold negative connotations, and I am really, really excited about this show.

And then a day later, I'm in the middle of suburban Queens holding iced tea and a pizza, rehearsing for my one-woman show in-development entitled "Carol Channing Sings Sublime's Greatest Hits and Maybe Some Songs from Les Mis" and playing the Wii and nestling Says Scoville and finally realizing after ten years that THE BUTTHOLE SURFERS sing that song about the water flowing like an avalanche, coming down the mountain!!! And falling asleep on Stevo's mom's bed.

And then a day later, quitting my job as a postcard distributor by calling 3 minutes before I'm supposed to be there. And seeing 2 of 201 shows in the New York Fringe Festival. The first one caused even Drew Vanderberg to call Scoville weird. The second had a dead thing in it. I was tickled and thrilled and prouded by both!

And then a day later, eating amuse-bouche and soft cheese and wine with an old friend/ a bookend, and making my own bruschetta. And then a day later, happy hoursing and chatting wildly. And then a day later, it's now. And I will send my script out tonight for Fresh Ground Pepper. And I will remember that if Stefan wasn't gay, he'd be Dawn's boyfriend. And I will continue to <3 symbols and collecting things from the street. And I will continue to remember why I'm here. And I will continue to hand draw birthday cards for my friends. And I will send care packages to my Amy (no candles this time), and dear AJ newly Scotlanded and my Boopsie newly colleged. And I will continue to filch fortune cookies from work that say things like

"Someone will invite you to a karaoke party."

"Your happy heart brings joy and peace where there is none."

"Your individuality provides a light to others."

"On the right track, means need to run even faster, or got run over."

Old Snack

2009-08-25T16:29:00.000-07:00

I Love Old Things
by Wilson MacDonald

I love old things:
Streets of old cities
Crowded with ghosts
And banked with oranges,
Gay scarfs and shawls
That flow like red water.

I love old abbeys
With high, carved portals
And dim, cool corners
Where tired hearts pray:
I join them in the silence
And repair my soul.

I love old inns
Where floors creak eerily
And doors blow open
On windless nights,
Where heavy curtains
Dance a slow waltz.

I love old trees
That lift up their voices
High above the grasses.
They do not sing
At the light wind's bidding:
They chant alone to storms.

I love old china,
Knowing well the flavour
Of great, strong men
And fair, sweet women
Lurks at the rim
Of each deep brown bowl.

I love old books
Frayed from the searching
Of truth-hungry fingers:
Their warm, soft vellum
Leads me up through sorrow
Like a dear friend's hand.

I love old men
And old, dear women
Who keep red cheeks
As the snows of winder
Keep the round red berry
Of the winter-green.

I love old things:
Weather-beaten, worn things,
Cracked, broken, torn things,
The old sun, the old moon,
The old earth's face,
Old wine in dim flagons,
Old ships and old wagons--

Old ships and old wagons
Old coin and old lace,
Rare old lace.

Found in Achievement: A Literature Text for High Schools, 1930.

Du Snack Mich

2009-08-23T22:49:00.000-07:00

also THIS.

Snack No More

2009-08-18T14:08:00.001-07:00

Heheh Snack

2009-08-18T13:59:00.001-07:00

Song Snack

2009-08-17T14:41:00.000-07:00

Break from Writing Snack

2009-08-15T19:18:00.000-07:00

Here I Go, Again on My Own.

Writing Retreat Snack II

2009-08-15T15:19:00.000-07:00

Weekend Writing Retreat, Part I

2009-08-14T20:06:00.001-07:00

Listening to a girl blow on piano. Sitting by a river in the oldest private swim club in America? There is a vending machine with 85-cent-beers. Jimmy Buffet happened, most definitely four rounds of "Margaritaville." I drank a bug, WHOOPS. Precious Boating Children. Pool, and pools. That train is SO CLOSE. TO MY BODY. I'm gonna make a shirt. The musical will probably have cooking, and most definitely love. Duh. I'm writing it. With Alyssa. And Farmer, permitting. And then there's the band, the guy whose voice I heard on a CD and in real life! The roads are mystical and surrounded by green. This is new to me, and fulfilling the lack of green in my relatively desert-focal childhood. I was very bad at soccer!

"Play TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS."

"What about WHEN I COME AROUND???"

"PLAY THE HITS."

Someone left baby powder on the side table.

"My mind is telling me yes! But my wallet! My wallet is telling me no!" - FM

That reminds me of a birthday present I was set to give and still have time to make! I will hand deliver it to Scotland, covered in brown paper, tied with a ribbon or a string of some sort.

I met a man on the side of the road. We shared Cheez-its and stories of world travel. He lives in Bordeaux, which is a wine place. I gave him my ugly business card; it was before I got my new flashy better business card.

There is a British girl who is a girlfriend, her name is Jess.

"What's the baby powder about?"

"I dunno. But I wrote about it. On my blog."

ELATED SNACK

2009-08-12T07:38:00.000-07:00

I JUST FOUND EVERY DVD THAT I THOUGHT I HAD LOST FOREVER IN A BOX UNDERNEATH MY BED THAT I THOUGHT ONLY HELD OLD SOUND DESIGNS.

hey! look! i'm holding kate hudson!

To Snack List

2009-08-11T11:01:00.000-07:00

I have a lot of things to do. They are all sort of floating around in the ether around my brain, and occasionally I will reach out and catch one! And of course, by writing here, I am putting one or three off for a few minutes more, but what am I if not a glorious and unashamed procrastinator?

Here they are!

1) Pick up my pretty dresses from the tailor. I got some things tailed, including the Classic Freshman Year Dress.

2) Buy a GRE book. And study! I am unofficially taking the test on October 24th!

3) Three weeks to finish my screenplay. It will be so by September 1st!

4) Get ready for Philadelphia this weekend! A city I have never known! And The Prometheans, and writing and swimming and musicking.

5) Learn French again for maybe a new job!

6) See the like 8 shows my friends have in The Fringe!

7) Sort through the FGP Submissions for September! And the coming months.

8) Clean my room and get ready for a. Yael coming back! and b. my cousin Sheena visiting!

9) See one of those Cary Grant Movies at BAM

10) ____________________________________

Wall Snacks

2009-08-08T23:23:00.000-07:00

The Art of Mastering Snacks

2009-08-08T23:13:00.000-07:00

Last night after Fresh Ground Pepper and Fresh Ground Pepper Presents: A Rooftop Showing of Back to the Future, Scoville and I made the perfect Ramen. It was perfect.

Then we ate other things, like sandwiches with chips on them.

Eat your heart out, Julie & Julia. (Also. I liked you! You were A Cute Movie!)

Everything I've Ever Wanted Snack

2009-08-07T07:31:00.000-07:00

Can you die of happiness?

guy: whoa! she died! what of?

other guy: ...joy?

Smooching Snack

2009-08-07T07:27:00.000-07:00

thank you sully

Cash Snack

2009-08-05T23:00:00.000-07:00

Abandoned Buildings Snack

2009-08-04T22:24:00.000-07:00

Project, Phase I

guy: are you some sort of realtor?

me: no

guy: why are you taking pictures? are you a photography major?

me: i just....like abandoned buildings?

Exciting News Snack

2009-08-03T09:43:00.001-07:00