tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176949182012-02-16T21:24:36.775-05:00where friendly folks can gather and raise the rafters high <br>with songs and tales from yesteryear until they say goodbye ...Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.comBlogger2511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-81473474022514436552008-11-30T01:42:00.003-05:002008-11-30T01:44:52.692-05:00

I just don't even know what to say, really. I've been keeping track of the views to this site, and well, every so often one of you will check to see if I've said anything. How? Why? Why would you keep coming back after eleven months of despair? I don't have the answer. But I'm glad you did.Maybe, just maybe, this might be worth keeping around.Oh, and I'm not reading LIFE OF PI anymore. I

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-39600666360394817242008-01-04T16:20:00.000-05:002008-01-04T16:28:35.343-05:00

I mean, I'm not going to lie to you in my second post of the year, so, that means I guess I have to tell the truth. Which, well, to tell the truth, is not going to make me seem like the best person in the world. On the other hand, telling the truth will raise my level of self-importance because, simply, I am telling the truth which so many people don't do nowadays. And quite frankly, telling

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-1086261273270515252008-01-01T15:30:00.000-05:002008-01-01T15:46:55.679-05:00

With the dawning of a new year upon us, we take a mo' to pause and consider... I had one official resolution for 2007, and I failed - miserably. All I asked was that I learn the guitar. Alas, I picked up a guitar maybe three or four days in the entire year. So, in 2008, I will once again make the attempt, although, maybe if I don't make it an official resolution, I won't be pressured, and then

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-4493370285809516762007-12-30T03:10:00.000-05:002007-12-30T03:16:54.798-05:00

You Better Believe It!So, here I am (Yes, JJ), back. For good? Well, maybe for bad. But, back at least for the time being temporarily. It's tough writing a column all the time. I mean, think about it. Not only do I have to live my life, but write to my Dear Diary each evening and then fill all y'all in on it? No wonder I'm writing this post at quarter past three in the morning in the

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-7509598273891848932007-12-27T13:44:00.000-05:002007-12-27T13:52:39.615-05:00

Today, I simply applaud the prose of my buddy JJ over at As Little As Possible from December 12. Yours truly was also raised Catholic, and having gone through a few angry years is coming back again... but it is sh*t like this, this intolerance, that makes me (and so many others) so angry. I hope JJ is not upset by my reposting here... have an equal opportunity day everyone.Same-sex

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-68929278772881768512007-12-26T12:02:00.000-05:002007-12-26T12:09:31.438-05:00

One month ago, when I wrote my last post, I never imagined it would have taken me so long to have something to say again. Well, perhaps I did have things to say, I just didn't have the time (or the internet connection) to say them. And now, perhaps I don't have anything relevant to say either, but here goes nothin'.1. Spending the winter in Florida is like swimming in the desert: it doesn't

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-3145308882964031562007-11-24T12:37:00.000-05:002007-11-24T13:47:49.326-05:00

There's nothing quite like this week of Thanksgiving. Seriously.It begins with anticipation - the eagerness for fun, family, food, friends, and naps. I start getting excited on Monday or Tuesday. Then, one has to worry about traveling, and getting those activities in order: plane tickets, cab fare, putting all your shampoo into little tiny bottles and then into plastic bags, getting to the

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-84921365081895865602007-11-20T13:21:00.000-05:002007-11-20T14:36:05.536-05:00

Steve: "I'm fricking starving."Greg: "Go get some food, a$$hole."This is my last day in New York for a while. I'm going home for Thanksgiving, and then I've taken a job out of town for a couple months, so I'm savoring my last moments here. Savoring, as in, I'm spending all day cooped up in a former vault answering telephones.Thanksgiving is a great holiday. My favorite I think. There's

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-45689923856733393992007-11-19T15:11:00.000-05:002007-11-19T15:25:37.293-05:00

What hasn't happened since last we spoke?Everyone's on strike, which is really throwing a wrench in the gears around here. Pretty soon we won't be seeing any new episodes of Grey's or 30 Rock, or worse, Gossip Girl. I don't think the writers are coming back to work anytime soon. And, the word on the street that the stagehands would come back tomorrow is definitely a false hope. They've

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-78894780377251727862007-11-05T15:19:00.000-05:002007-11-05T15:25:52.654-05:00

No worries. I am okay. And writing (almost) stream-of-consciousness today:I realized the last post was crazy and haphazard and made some of you worried or conerned for me and my life. Well, almost immediately after I wrote it, my apartment was burglarized while I was there. I'm not going to rehash the thing, but don't worry - I'm okay. I was pretty shaken up about the whole thing, and ready to

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-68809013307281800212007-11-01T17:25:00.001-04:002007-11-01T17:41:16.590-04:00

So, I'm a lazy ass. I often wonder if all people are like this. Or, would they be if they could be? I mean, I am basically just scraping by. I don't work enough hours to pay the bills, but I always seem constantly busy. I think it's because I sleep most of the time. I'm lazy. And I make up excuses.Last night was Halloween (or, if you'd prefer Hallowe'en) and what did this guy do? Well, I

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-59411300324418995022007-10-23T13:19:00.000-04:002007-10-23T13:32:19.193-04:00

It's fun to live in New York when good things happen. I was lucky enough last weekend to score passes to two movie screenings. I will divulge a little here; not a lot, but enough to make you wish you were me (if you didn't already).AMERCIAN GANGSTERYeah, this comes out in a week or so, but it was nice to see the foreign press screening of it here in the city. I guess I hadn't been reading up

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-60401630224652554252007-10-16T21:30:00.000-04:002007-10-16T21:52:16.612-04:00

I am at the end of my first real weekend in so long - two entire days off without other obligations, plans, activities, events, or other things to suck up my time. Instead, I slept in, watched some TV, had a vocal coaching, ate, bought some new music, called people, went out for a lovely (and higher-than-i-really-should-have-paid) dinner where i ordered (gasp!) a glass of wine. And so now, some

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-23106334323870040562007-10-15T11:30:00.000-04:002007-10-15T11:35:29.147-04:00

Last night, I was walking with a friend of mine (we'll call him Tim) through Times Square after a really great (!) masterclass, which I should write about because it was amazing, but then this happened, which took the cake:EXT. NIGHT. CORNER OF 42ND STREET AND BROADWAY. Tim: Watch out!Me: What?WE HEAR A SPRAYING SOUND, LIKE IF SOMEONE WAS WASHING THE SIDE OF THEIR HOUSE, SPRAYING WATER AT IT FROM

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-87554149054119817782007-10-14T13:28:00.000-04:002007-10-14T13:33:32.906-04:00

Oh! It is so wonderful. Mom and Dad drove up (down?) this weekend and brought my stuff. I feel like I'm at home again, now. Instead of being a guest living on an aerobed on the floor (which, remind me, I still have to get my $10 rebate on), I now am the proud owner of a real live boxspring. I have a chair, a rug, a desk, tv, blinds: the works! I want nothing more than to go home, sit down and

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-35273897200373635572007-10-12T10:52:00.000-04:002007-10-12T10:58:07.846-04:00

I moved into a new apartment about a month ago. Of course, as the world-weary traveler I am, I move from place to place with a large suitcase and a couple of duffle bags - not much. Definitely not enough to furnish a room, let alone an entire apartment.So, my parents are driving in today, bed in tow. Last night was the final time (for the forseeable [?] future) that I will sleep on my air

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-44716118900484418212007-10-09T14:48:00.000-04:002007-10-09T14:56:26.407-04:00

The other morning I was standing on the subway platform waiting for the train, which took FOREVER. Like that kid from The Sandlot, you know, "for-ev-er." Anyway, there was a little old lady with a pen in her hand in front of a Chase billboard. She looked around to make sure noone was watching, which, of course, I was. Anyway, she drew a large swastika on the person in the ad. Then, she drew

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-68283210966584362942007-10-03T11:27:00.000-04:002007-10-03T11:34:42.714-04:00

I am not going to discuss this past weekend except to say I think it was probably a good time.It's been a very crazy busy time, but I was able to spend a few minutes out with some friends last night. Because I have no clean clothes left (thank goodness I have the afternoon off today to get it done, along with some shopping for items for my new bedroom!), I wore flipflops since my socks are all

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-66855764865682128912007-09-27T15:02:00.000-04:002007-09-27T15:08:45.374-04:00

There's some days that being in a big city is fun. Like today. The new mega-expensive musical, YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN is loading in currently. So, I walked by the loading dock this morning and saw lots of sets, costumes, etc. Woohoo, said I. Then, I had to let Bill Pullman into the building, and Judy Ivey came by to drop off some stuff, and Dallas Roberts walked out for a smoke break. Ah! On the

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-87279187213805294362007-09-19T23:36:00.000-04:002007-09-19T23:43:35.449-04:00

Julie and the BeatlesACROSS THE UNIVERSE has its moments, but in all, I guess I just didn't like it. Don't get me wrong, FRIDA is one of my favorites, but this one just doesn't have that same spark. Of course, it would have been better after a few magical brownies ("reefer madness, reefer madness!")... Some very touching scenes, neat colors and spectacle, but overall rather blah.I Was Going to

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-2694878428861083712007-09-16T11:19:00.000-04:002007-09-16T11:36:41.299-04:00

It had been an early morning. I arrived early to the airport, and actually was seated on an earlier flight than I was scheduled for. We landed at JFK and sat on the tarmac for about thirty minutes before we could deplane. But, eventually we did, and I airtran'd it to the subway and got to my new apartment around noon.By mid-afternoon, it was time to go. A new (we worked together this summer)

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-89593673108196772752007-09-09T17:00:00.000-04:002007-09-09T17:05:06.278-04:00

I've failed you as a friend and a confidant, but, if you'll have me, I'd gladly take you back. My "summer in the hills" has come to a close, my retreat to the homeland is nearing its end, and the return to life in the big city all but a reality at this point. I am making it an autumn of awareness, these next few months: aware of my struggling pocketbook, distant friend contact, lack of

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-12738864437389930162007-07-17T13:50:00.000-04:002007-07-17T13:54:14.883-04:00

Well, I actually am alive, contrary to popular belief. I don't want you to get teary-eyed or anything, but I'm glad you're here. I got my stats-report in the email last week and see that there are a couple of you (I don't know who you are, I just know you're there) who continue to check the site to see if I've said anything. And I know I've been a disappointment.But now, about six weeks since

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-71524243545878399422007-06-01T12:02:00.000-04:002007-06-01T12:04:34.446-04:00

This is it. The end of the road and the beginning of the highway. I have spent all of 2007 in New York so far. And tomorrow I leave for the mountains for the summer. Keep your fingers crossed that I'll be able to communicate with y'all still... and that I don't fall into the river and get rushed into the ocean and end up in the Bermuda Triangle somewhere. I guess if I did, though, it would be

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-83264781471752160602007-05-29T13:32:00.000-04:002007-05-29T13:36:43.119-04:00

It's almost here. The sweet sounds of summer. Warm breezes. Laughter and frivolity. So, I woke up this morning to the warm breeze coming in through the window. And I wanted to just roll over and close my eyes for a little while longer, then get up and have a leisurely breakfast, and take a dive into the ocean. Of course, I'm not even near the ocean. Nor do I have time for a leisurely

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-25939327671859168222007-05-26T17:24:00.000-04:002007-05-26T17:31:06.861-04:00

This is oppression if I've ever seen it. I'm done with it and there's no holding me back. All of a sudden, it happened, too... like wam-bam-thank-you-ma'am, all at once the cold air breezed away and WOOSH! we're having a heat wave.I visited the NYC once in mid-August and thought it was pretty hot, yeah. But now I'm living through it. And working through it. And spending my days in it.

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-23169674814838984762007-05-24T16:28:00.000-04:002007-05-24T16:43:03.266-04:00

Yes. I warded off the Dementors and finished the last page of the third book on the subway into work this morning. Don't worry. I was at the Strand yesterday and bought my own copies of the next three books as well so I don't have to borrow my roomies' anymore.I think the whole thing about these books for me is the lives of our three best friends. Harry, Hermoine and Ron are unflappable,

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-56780362438262820462007-05-22T17:20:00.000-04:002007-05-22T17:32:01.614-04:00

"Ah! I haven't done this in so long and I can't figure out why I stopped.""What?" you ask, slyly. "Reading a good book!" I yelp. "I can't get enough of JK Rowling!" I let out a little squeal and a yip before jumping in the air a little and grinning wide.There is nothing quite like it. Last week, after finishing Tim O'Briens interminable and lesser novel, GOING AFTER CACCIATO, I figured the

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-78749773814875871602007-05-11T13:33:00.000-04:002007-05-11T13:43:56.613-04:00

Well, I thought I would talk about the last production in the City Center Encores! series which I saw last night, STAIRWAY TO PARADISE. I was going to write about how Ruthie Henshall (the only reason I wanted to see it) got shafted by getting only two songs two sing. Plus no one knew who the hell she was. How can you not know someone who has done so much, she doesn't even need to include the

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-48382676358510076152007-05-10T18:44:00.001-04:002007-05-10T18:51:28.003-04:00

Dear Subway Stranger:I know the weather is warm. Heck, I am perspiring myself from my six-block walk here this morning -- I mean, it's not even 9:30 in the morning yet. The problem isn't the heat, it's your attire. Well, more specifically your podiatric health.Take a look at the pretty girl over the wearing her strappy sandals. See? No problems. She cleans her feet, paints her nails and

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-25223963339952417602007-05-09T15:18:00.000-04:002007-05-09T15:42:27.782-04:00

Color me confused, I guess. I was reading some articles on CNN.com while I'm here getting paid to wait for the phone to ring. Americans today have such interesting and strange concerns, habits and feelings, don't you think?For instance, the article was about television. NBC had its worst two weeks EVER last month, and ratings are generally down across the boards. Okay, they said and tried to

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-43650472050624993252007-05-07T13:19:00.000-04:002007-05-07T13:27:23.907-04:00

I've been scoring some sensational tickets to shows this week, thanks to Millie's hookups. We went to see TALK RADIO Saturday night, and it was really excellent. Much better than RADIO GOLF, which, yikes, was pretty much in shambles I thought. More importantly, though, I began thinking about the before and after category on Wheel of Fortune and how it could apply to Broadway shows.TALK RADIO

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-19516715730514598992007-05-03T17:37:00.000-04:002007-05-03T17:41:20.792-04:00

I had another smile with yesterday's said celebrity. Both days she has been unrecognizable because of her big (stylish) sunglasses. Yesterday she was flustered because she didn't have her door code to get into the building and she was a few minutes late for her rehearsal. I was waiting for her to figure out her code when she moved her glasses up to her forehead -- "oh gosh!" I thought. "I can

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-58641587515860550242007-05-02T13:17:00.000-04:002007-05-02T13:30:22.517-04:00

Perhaps I'm going to turn my life around, right? I mean, like, May is totally the month for sunny happy thingers, right? So, um, maybe I'll just start writing every day again, or, maybe I won't because it would be like too much to handle. Way to rough.Anyway, had a nice exchange with a celeb today at work. She was just lovely. And, I sent off another banana bread to my real favorite celeb --

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-20201307711732522007-05-01T12:09:00.000-04:002007-05-01T15:30:46.025-04:00

So, CRAZY. Lots of things going on keeping me busy and out of the blogosphere. Can't, of course, talk about them here or else you'd learn my true identity... but one of the problems is about my summer and fall coming up and scheduling it all to work and make sense.Yikes! I have a job offer in Pennsylvania for the summer, through early September. They're even being kind and giving me four days

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-31839293356211505172007-04-12T14:18:00.000-04:002007-04-12T14:21:53.323-04:00

On the train home last night, after a long day of work and rehearsal, and before another long day of work and rehearsal, I smiled. Why? Because a strange weirdo was singing "Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer." Brilliant. Some people on the other side of train even started singing along. I was about two shakes away from adding "like a lightbulb!"

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-54296856189653213162007-04-09T15:55:00.000-04:002007-04-09T15:57:21.302-04:00

Beedow is leaving the City for the summer. He is currently subletting an apartment from a friend, and needs to find another renter. If you or someone you know needs an apartment in Astoria, please contact Beedow soon before you miss out on this wicked pad. (June-July-August)

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-16746132464122711932007-04-05T21:50:00.000-04:002007-04-05T22:05:03.218-04:00

A boy and his dog just walked by me. There's a man big coat sitting on a bench across from me. A kid is standing near that pole listening to his headphones and sipping a smoothie. There's a suit just talking to himself, strike that, to the person on the other end of his bluetooth headset. A girl sitting against a concrete wall is scratching her neck while an old geezer stares.Of course! You

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-8805087718963029472007-04-04T20:37:00.000-04:002007-04-04T20:41:10.312-04:00

In other parts of the world, people go on with there humdrum lives and never realize certain things. Here A(t) (j)OE'S, we try to bring to light life's little curiosities for your pleasure.So, I'm in rehearsal for this children's musical. It's fine, it's fine, whatever, no biggie. But I have spent all week with these repetitive musical phrases, and then I come home and find myself swimming in

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-73504808173910309992007-04-02T17:40:00.000-04:002007-04-02T17:42:32.679-04:00

Today, I wasn't going to buy anything.Instead, I bought a snickers bar. A big one. And ate the whole thing.Worse, I'll probably go home and eat nachos. Or oreos. Or ice cream.

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-51129252595635394572007-03-27T22:16:00.000-04:002007-03-27T22:24:16.171-04:00

So sue me, it's getting longer and longer between posts. Alas, the tasks and toils of this thing we call LIFE have gotten to me and keep me otherwise occupied, which is not always a bad thing, nor, however, is it always a good thing. In either case, I'm here now for you, and what a day (!) we had, am I right?The weather was gorgeous ... what I like to call coat-less, pant-less weather. That's

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-74597592838817494322007-03-20T15:23:00.000-04:002007-03-20T15:30:35.880-04:00

So... I've given up on the story here, at least for a while. The whole point of writing them was to have a soapbox on which to write about the insane presence of armed police officers in Times Square last week. I don't know, maybe they're always there, but usually avoid the area like the PLAGUE!!!!!! and don't know what happens there daily. In any case, twice last week I had to walk through

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-3624272586144351492007-03-14T15:27:00.000-04:002007-03-14T15:32:27.588-04:00

He was moving briskly in what is perhaps the busiest intersection in the world, or maybe just one of the most famous, or more likely, he just made those ideas up because he wanted to feel more important that he already was. Well, not that he was very important in the first place, but, well, you get the idea.He felt like he had grown old in this place, this juncture of time and space, and didn't

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-22659777366219138762007-03-12T21:19:00.000-04:002007-03-12T21:28:32.344-04:00

He rolled over to the familiar sound of the alarm clock stutter and grumbled before squeezing all the buttons to make it stop and pounding his head into the pillow for eight more minutes.Then, more beeping, this time more arresting than the last. "But, it's still dark," he thought. Usually by the time the buzzer went off, rays of light were pouring through the shades. He purposely left them

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-66791942219220188342007-03-10T16:51:00.000-05:002007-03-10T16:57:52.880-05:00

Good thing I stopped this blogging bananza. Since I've stopped, I would have been failing anyway I've been so busy these past few days, and I see no sign of it letting up on the horizon either. Luckily, I have a couple hours in the middle of my day today to come home and put my feet up.Problem is, I've been sitting here for five minutes now and can't think of a blasted thing to say. Tomorrow

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-31803101871982896332007-03-05T21:33:00.000-05:002007-03-05T21:47:54.134-05:00

What's the deal with money? Everything is so expensive nowadays.I begrudgingly went to my audition this morning for a theatre I've been told never to work for, and they didn't even give me a callback. BAM! Ridiculous. So, I then meandered through the city trying to decide what to do next. I ended up spending about $80 in the next few hours, on simple necessities.StampsOh brother. Remember

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-61986848302635769412007-03-02T23:27:00.000-05:002007-03-02T23:42:12.496-05:00

I feel twitchy and bitchy and manic ... but alive / I feel wicked and wacky and mello ... / Partly Jane Fonda and partly Jane Austen, but alive! That's the thing! Alive!First off, name that musical and who sang the song originally.Secondly, it is so refreshing and freeing to not even think about this blog or dream about it or worry about it or whatever. I feel free (oh, what a word, oh, what a

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-48470865561232688272007-02-25T17:46:00.000-05:002008-12-09T22:56:02.740-05:00

Some days, a person just feels complete, you know? For me, it was today. And lately, I guess, in general. I think it's this city. There's something electric about it that I can't escape, and I don't think I really want to. It's so wonderful.Today, Millie and I went to see the matinee of the Durang/Melnick musical ADRIFT IN MACAO at Primary Stages at 59E59. I saw the production back in its

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-44287717299310930692007-02-24T18:04:00.000-05:002007-02-24T18:10:01.510-05:00

Dear Mr Sunshine:It has been a long time since we've seen each other, and I just wanted to thank you for shining this afternoon. I spent the morning in an audition studio and when I emerged, like a butterfly from a cocoon, I smiled at your warmth. In fact, I decided not to even cross the street where I should have so that I could spend another few blocks in your rays.I look forward to seeing

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-28026320196078595422007-02-22T10:12:00.000-05:002007-02-22T10:26:49.474-05:00

It was inevitable, I guess. There's only so much a dog can take, you know? And I guess this was it. A few days shy of three months, and I lost it. My brain stumbled, and actually began to think of other things. But, there's no excuse, I failed again.Maybe it's for the better. I decided to observe some Lenten obligations beginning yesterday, and I fasted. Let me tell you, I was STARVING.

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-66990303820504014132007-02-20T14:41:00.000-05:002007-02-20T14:53:15.888-05:00

I was just doing some laundry this afternoon. Minding my own business. When I took note of instruction numero uno on the dryer:1. Check inside of machine for children, pets or other foreign objects.What?! Check inside the dryer for children? And pets? I think I'd notice immediately when I looked at the dryer, since there's a glass door on it, if a child or an animal were inside, wouldn't I?

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-67699568776642844082007-02-19T21:53:00.000-05:002007-02-19T21:57:57.459-05:00

Or is it Presidents' Day? Or perhaps Presidents Day? Even the New Yorker don't have a clue. Wow. Anyway, BONE CHILLING today here in the Big Apple. Ridiculous.I was up and out of the house early today, in order to signup and try to be seen for three different auditions. I was seen for two of them, and one callback! Zinga! Also, what's amazing... is I saw at least seven people I knew today

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-50917716303921301222007-02-18T16:16:00.000-05:002007-02-18T16:40:05.121-05:00

I feel like I once wrote a post titled Origins already, but, here goes again... I've been asked by two readers about my namesake, and so I figured today would be as good a time as any to divulge.In fourth grade, I was taking a test and finished early, so I had some time on my hands. I looked around the room and remember locking into the alphabet displayed across the top width of the chalkboard

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-41587934438542526312007-02-17T17:34:00.000-05:002007-02-17T17:36:57.928-05:00

B-O-R-I-N-G-!I have literally exhausted every idea I have on internet surfing today. I read an entire magazine (Nov '06 edition that I finally had an opportunity to read), but can't fathom reading another issue. I've responded to all my outdated emails, and even sent myself five emails. I've watched narcoleptic dogs on youtube and made mental notes of my friends' birthdays on myspace.I don't

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-75974869066168420302007-02-16T16:19:00.000-05:002007-02-16T16:25:42.600-05:00

Today's a biggie, folks. It's my first post from work. That's right, I've entered the high-paced, fast-moving life of the standard American workforce. And, because of that, I have LOTS of free time to write, read, sing, dance, and be generally useless during the day while making my meanial wage.I'm excited to bring you all into my daily life, and offer wisdom from the computer here at work

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-36330859391073361722007-02-15T22:28:00.000-05:002007-02-15T22:31:49.690-05:00

In lieu of an actual post tonight, simply because I'm wraught over the episode of GREY'S ANATOMY that aired, I will just post this little video. A belated Valentine to all y'all. She's funny!

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-82321511767140369042007-02-14T23:59:00.000-05:002007-02-15T01:06:58.466-05:00

What happens in New York when it snows?It takes longer to walk everywhere because of the buildup of snow on the corners, on the curb, off the curb, in the median, on the steps, around the wall, et al. Today was a mess in the city. Phew.That's all. Happy VDAY.

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-58980188493003237842007-02-13T23:41:00.000-05:002007-02-13T23:45:57.429-05:00

Before my day became perhaps one of the worst ever (long story, but maybe I should consider changing careers), it was essentially fantastic! I worked, I did some time at the library, I had a fantastic audition, saw Millie for coffee, and then I was having dinner.At dinner, my new favorite place ever (CHICKEN BAR on 45th and 8th), I was sitting, having a Number 3 (crispy chicken, lettuce, tomato,

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-70138904562187980952007-02-12T23:59:00.000-05:002007-02-11T21:47:28.484-05:00

Why do some nights, people sleep weird and then their body is sore? I don't get it, but I guess last night I slept in a wonky way because my right shoulder is KILLING me today. Hrmph.Anyway, if you're a medical doctor, or a person of spiritual medicine, please contact me.

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-60357272923068093962007-02-11T21:15:00.000-05:002007-02-11T21:42:27.975-05:00

It's amazing how, in a city of 8.1 million (or 18.7 if you include the surrounding areas), it's still easy to see someone you know or recognize almost daily. Today, after quite a bout with the drink last night and having succumbed to its day-after queasiness, I made my way in to rehearsal on the Q train. Why the Q? Because this weekend begins a lot of crazy maintenance work on the tracks, and

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-38488252930327738032007-02-10T18:48:00.000-05:002008-12-09T22:56:03.198-05:00

ONE: I saw the Encores! production of FOLLIES Thursday night at City Center (apparently Steve and Hal were both in the house that night as well, albeit in closer seats than my second-to-last-row-humdinger). Brantley is spot on in his review. It was epic, magnificent, and gorgeous. Musically astounding, emotionally wretching, personally inspiring ... it didn't stop for the whole

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-81033086642984444942007-02-09T20:07:00.000-05:002008-12-09T22:56:03.556-05:00

Late last month, a workshop of the new rollerskating tuner XANADU took place at the Minetta Lane Theatre and is currently sked'd to open in April at the Helen Hayes. Critics called the Olivia Newton-John film "the most dreadful, tasteless movie of all time," yet B'way execs think it can make it on the boards. Star Jane Krakowski decided last Friday, however, to pull out of the planned mounting

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-21949848170489252792007-02-08T17:56:00.000-05:002007-02-07T23:21:55.852-05:00

Check this place out: hopstop.com.It speaks for itself once you get there. It's a MapQuest for those of us using public transportation. There's nothing like it. It makes me happy. It gets me excited. It delivers me to my destination. What else is there?

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-6808305746038769752007-02-07T23:21:00.000-05:002007-02-07T23:21:33.824-05:00

When I was in Chicago, I began my as-yet-quite-short relationship with mister Haruki Murakami by was of Frank Gelati's adaptation (and brilliant staging) of after the quake. That was fall of ought-five. I read that series of short stories in spring ought-six, and now have just completed his Kakfa on the Shore.In a sprawling, mystical tale, we meet Kafka, his conscience, his "mother," his "

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-72716248442034100802007-02-06T14:46:00.000-05:002008-12-09T22:56:03.676-05:00

Don't be upset. These are not some stock images I'm simply grabbing from some major corporate site. In fact, these are my own creations, beautious as they are. This is giving me inspiration already, I can feel it.

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-9180800793324216142007-02-05T23:10:00.000-05:002008-12-09T22:56:03.764-05:00

So, Beedow is going to start a series of photographic posts while he thinks of something to say.

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-85845029057002081132007-02-04T21:08:00.000-05:002007-02-04T21:15:16.776-05:00

What is it with life, huh? So, I've got this friend, let's call him Bumpkis. OK, so Bumpkis can go through one week feeling really well, and then the next week maybe he'll be down. Or, then maybe he'll have a good day and then a bad day. But what about having like a good morning, a weird afternoon, a strange evening and then a lousy night? How does life do that?I can't ... um, strike that.

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-43734058450883396012007-02-03T23:59:00.000-05:002007-02-04T03:26:46.131-05:00

I nearly forgot to write anything here today, it was such a relaxing afternoon and evening. I think this whole Project 365 is stupid and pointless. I should just write when I have something to say instead of forcing myself to write crapola like this for y'all to read, which you don't even want to because it's not worthy of reading even.Alas, poor Blog, I knew it well.

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-65792138677009294112007-02-02T16:25:00.000-05:002007-02-02T16:36:44.735-05:00

Phil didn't see his shadow this morning, and come to think of it, neither did I as I walked around the corner to do some laundry earlier today. It's an early spring -- which means things are looking up. It's a grand way to begin a new year. Of course, today is the real new year's day for me and Phil, who both consider this date probably the most important on the calendar. I mean, if it

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-24101306640419397242007-02-01T23:59:00.000-05:002007-02-02T01:02:31.156-05:00

So, I was going to write a post tonight about my last thoughts on being 23. But, instead, after getting out of rehearsal fifteen minutes early, I actually made it to the grocery store before it closed, and purchased beer, bread, and potato chips. Then, I came home and watched by DVR'd GREY'S ANATOMY and THE OFFICE while consuming said chips and beer (four of them). So, I cannot really speak

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-88795513651312052502007-01-31T23:58:00.000-05:002007-02-01T00:01:10.781-05:00

damn traffic. i thought nyc was supposed to eliminate traffic congestion right? i mean, in the subways at least. that's why i don't have a car, because it's easy and fast to get around on the subway. not today! how about adding an extra thirty minutes onto what is normally a twenty-five minute ride? sheesh. i ended up getting off a stop early and walking... and when i got there, along came the

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-63303741497579432582007-01-30T23:49:00.000-05:002008-12-09T22:56:04.334-05:00

...so goes the line of dialogue in COMPANY, now playing at Broadway's Barrymore Theatre.It's fine. It's a John Doyle show, and I had a really hard time with SWEENEY, and COMPANY too seems just out of place. These people interacting and living while carrying their instruments... musicians, don't freak out! I know you can speak and hold your trumpet at the same time, but you don't always carry

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-23205809020492825362007-01-29T23:59:00.000-05:002007-01-30T01:21:10.157-05:00

Technology is something, isn't it?I spent some time today sorting out my online finances. It turns out, I can transfer funds electronically, not just from my checking to my savings account, but also from a totally separate banking institution's checking account. Just with an arsenal of routing and account numbers, my passwords and some glue, one can easily click money from place to place.It's

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-27217041428478637662007-01-28T23:59:00.000-05:002007-01-29T00:51:52.848-05:00

I at kimchi for the first time tonight.

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-65337135984675731302007-01-27T18:00:00.000-05:002007-01-27T18:07:36.349-05:00

I watched THE UPSIDE OF ANGER half last night and half this morning. One word=insane. The guy blows up at the dinner table! The husband didn't go off to Sweden with his secretary, he fell down a well in the back yard. Huzzah! it's hysterically flawed and fatal, and yet, I watched the whole thing. I then proceeded to spend most of the day in my pajamas, singing in my bedroom at the top of my

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-4990617456375365352007-01-26T23:59:00.000-05:002007-01-27T01:02:10.456-05:00

There's nothing like wasting time.Yesterday, I went to an EPA for BEAUTY AND THE BEAST, and didn't get seen. So, today, I decided to get up with the sun (well, ok, I was half an hour later than usual), and go to two other EPAs, one at Actor's Equity and another at another audition studio, about two avenues and nine blocks away.The air was fuh-reezing. Absolutely bone chilling, and I had to make

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-33136903621803854822007-01-25T23:59:00.000-05:002007-01-26T00:14:57.803-05:00

Denver, Brock and JJ put smiles on my face tonight when I saw your love. What, with a comment-free week, what was Beedow to expect? More is the answer. And now I got more.So, I'll give more. My 25 days into the New Year resolution is to give more. Starting tomorrow.

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-51793614533827614272007-01-25T00:00:00.000-05:002007-01-25T00:03:07.787-05:00

I spent lunchtime passing out postcards in an undisclosed location in an undisclosed city today. [full disclosure:] Amazing how nice a lot of New Yorkers are. Instead of just walking by or ignoring me (like I would have done if the roles were reversed), many said "no thank you" and actually smiled at me. BRILLIANT.Oh brother, I need to start writing more interesting things. Or at least having

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-26636600693294967672007-01-23T16:12:00.000-05:002008-12-09T22:56:04.536-05:00

Okay, crazies, let's not sneeze over everything and start sobbing into our downstairs neighbor's coat rack. Dreamgirls didn't deserve an Oscar nom, that's why it didn't get one! Bam. But can't wait for Ellen's take on things Feb 25th!In other, and frankly, more life-important news, on my midday trip home today, the N train stopped on the tracks for, oh, about twenty freaking minutes while "

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-21477651860318029512007-01-22T23:40:00.000-05:002007-01-22T23:42:22.422-05:00

I'm wiped out. And need sleep. Tomorrow's a long day.And, the subways smelled particularly of trash and general grossness tonight.And, I like catching the subway at 49th and 7th, right next to the new Hawaiian Tropic Restaurant. Most of the glass windows have enormous draperies blocking the inside view, but at the corner, as one heads down the steps into the subway, one can catch glimpses.

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-44433534716108404262007-01-21T23:27:00.000-05:002007-01-21T23:32:11.182-05:00

I was walking down Broadway at 108th street this afternoon on my way from a reading to a rehearsal. I passed a guy sitting next to a table of books. One caught my eye, as I turned back to him, asking how much."Which one?""This one," I pointed to Michael Crichton's NEXT."Uh, eight dollars.""Eight?!""Come on, you know that's his newest book. It's $29.95 in the store.""Nevermind. Not for eight

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-79102854778243035912007-01-20T19:57:00.000-05:002007-01-20T19:59:58.087-05:00

What's up with that crazy thing called myspace? Those of you who aren't on it, get it. Those of you who are, riddle me this: why all of a sudden are the links in bright red "ink" instead of the standard internet blue link color? I don't get it. I don't understand it. I just signed on the other day to a sea of red - I thought I was Ophelia, drowning in the blood of the dragon Fafner.

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-49590365920487763342007-01-19T23:59:00.000-05:002007-01-20T00:07:17.081-05:00

She says it all, in a 1987 rehearsal for her Carnegie Hall concert.

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-24053597839142879552007-01-18T23:39:00.000-05:002007-01-18T23:46:22.366-05:00

Oh, when it rains it pours. I'm in adjustment mode to this enormous, gigantic city, and I just have to keep reminding myself of that. Even though the only thing that makes me feel better are candles, chocolate and Joni Mitchell... nope, I'm still not a woman either. I'm fine, I'm just bummed. About life in general I guess. Of course, Shonda Rhimes didn't help with tonight's GREY'S episode --

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-76524479623992306302007-01-17T13:36:00.000-05:002007-01-17T13:44:29.550-05:00

Here, now, a sort of entry perhaps I should have reserved for my locked-and-chained-pink-and-white-flowered diary:ARGH! I'm so frustrated. I don't know what's wrong or why and it's just making me so mad. AH. OK, so, I didn't go to the audition today. In fact, I didn't go to an audition all week, and now I have to wait until Friday morning for another opportunity. And I don't know why I'm

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-56445231726959719352007-01-16T23:33:00.000-05:002007-01-16T23:41:21.080-05:00

I did one productive thing today, thank goodness. I discovered the local laundrymat/laundramat/laundromat (I wonder how one should spell that). I divided my clothes into three wash piles (nice clothes, whites and darks). Each wash cost only $1.25 which wasn't too bad, I thought. But, the dryer was another story.The dryers are huge mammoth machines, so I put all my clothes into one. What can

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-73211617342961903372007-01-15T23:59:00.000-05:002007-01-16T01:03:07.692-05:00

Thanks to my DVR, I got to watch last night's episode of BROTHERS AND SISTERS tonight. I don't know why, but it struck me as a very positive episode. Positive for the country that we're living in, that apparently people are getting progressive and accepting. If a network television program (albeit in the 10 o'clock hour) can show two male characters kissing, I think we're moving forward.

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-33806507698828494992007-01-14T22:14:00.000-05:002007-01-14T23:03:52.919-05:00

GREASE. You're the one that I want. Oh brother. More lame-o programming. Although this time, I knew two of the people... I can't write about this. I just can't. Maybe after I take a quaalude.So, I'll say that I'm working on this show right now with this guy. He is nice and we're getting along well. But he had to leave rehearsal early today. His child fell off the washing machine and had

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-91689050115115563072007-01-13T23:59:00.000-05:002007-01-14T00:20:32.568-05:00

There's nothing quite like a Saturday at home, is there? After sleeping in until this afternoon, I woke up and spent most of the day in my pajamas... lounging, reading, cleaning, surfing, snacking. Then I decided to go shopping. I had originally planned to shop for some shirts today, but the prospect of not leaving my neighborhood was too much to resist. So, I just meandered down to the

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-68416320382383150032007-01-12T23:59:00.000-05:002007-01-13T02:22:37.472-05:00

Wow. This week has been full of close calls, poor posts and substandard sustenance. I hope you'll forgive me. It's not everyday a guy eats macaroni and cheese for dinner, followed by three Stella Artois' and a Magic Hat #9. Brilliance, of course. I was going to spend the evening chatting about Apple's iPhone, but perhaps Beedow should wait until he regains consciousness..... still making

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-15284467157462779612007-01-11T22:24:00.000-05:002007-01-11T22:29:05.863-05:00

SPOILERS.Derek and Meredith are back together finally, except she snores. George and Callie kissed. Izzy went to the bank. Burke and Cristina aren't speaking. Addison and Karev were a stutter step away from making out. The Chief and the Nazi have a secret.That's right. GREY'S ANATOMY is back. Finally. It's been so long, and I'd forgotten why I love this show. It's just great fantastical

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-60263930074713637462007-01-10T15:05:00.000-05:002007-01-10T15:12:17.570-05:00

Argh! Grumble, grumble. I left the apartment last night early, because I didn't want to be late. And I said to myself before I left, "Do I have everything I need?" I took one last look around the room, decided I did, and walked out into the cool night, wearing my hat and gloves. Half way to the subway, I realized I forgot my fancy clothes. I stutter-stepped back and forth, to and fro, decided

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-88805085698080213192007-01-09T23:40:00.000-05:002007-01-09T23:42:42.626-05:00

What's up with my cell phone?I've had it for probably about 16 months now, and it's a pile o crap. That's right. Why do these phone providers have to make us suffer? I love my service (verizon). I have zero problems--no dropped calls, few service interruptions, minute wrongdoings. But, my cell battery is junk. After a full night's charge, if I make two five-minute phone calls (and usually

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-86948378856835662152007-01-08T23:59:00.000-05:002008-12-09T22:56:04.872-05:00

I know, Beedow's been busy and so posts have been short and late. Get over yourselves. I've got most of the day off tomorrow and will reward you all, don't worry. But for now, to whet your appetite, my favorite wannabe from GREASE: You're the One That I Want.

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-30485655106153590072007-01-07T23:48:00.000-05:002007-01-07T23:49:40.157-05:00

Don't you just love days when everything goes right? Today was one of those days.

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-13350377649108065742007-01-06T23:59:00.000-05:002007-01-07T01:25:01.999-05:00

I went to dinner tonight with two friends, one of whom I haven't seen in a long time. Just as we were about to leave, two firefighters entered the restaurant, made no fuss, and proceeded directly to the kitchen, carrying their axes. A few moments passed, and they exited, followed by a waiter carrying someone's dinner.WHAT? (and yes, I changed the time & date... what's 84 minutes between friends

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-33478841061236743292007-01-05T23:06:00.000-05:002007-01-05T23:13:43.782-05:00

I'm reading BLINK by Malcolm Gladwell The following excerpts (from pages 218-19) caused me to either (a) underline them, or (b) write "wow" or "crazy stuff" in the margin."In anything less than a perfectly literal environment, the autistic person is lost.""Normal people, when they were looking at the faces, used a part of their brain called the fusiform gyrus, which is an incredibly

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-70711820177833022492007-01-04T17:17:00.000-05:002008-12-09T22:56:05.001-05:00

I've never had a shredder before. I have always wanted one. Always. Like, when I was a little kid, I used to ask for filing cabinets, hiliters, and legal pads for my birthday (which is coming up soon, by the bye). I got all those things, but I never got a paper shredder. I guess they were considered foolish, or impractical. So. Today I bought one.That's right. After moving to the Big

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-9393930011883485172007-01-03T21:19:00.000-05:002008-12-09T22:56:05.275-05:00

These are the views outside my bedroom window. In one direction, a great skyline from Manhattan. In the other direction, a bunch of windows/apartments.I did the usual things a person would probably do on his first full day in a new city and new apartment. I spent the morning moving into my room, unpacking, putting my socks where I think looks like a good drawer for them, and so on. Then I

Beedowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03867308133421862778noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-89183452015549765182007-01-02T17:43:00.000-05:002007-01-02T18:14:44.991-05:00

It was the perfect beginning to a life in the Big Apple. I arrived via air this afternoon and got a cab to my new home, further locale details would constitute an invasion of my privacy (pronounce the "i" like in give).Upon announcing my destination, the cabbie, a fat "fifty-five year old ex-cop" with grey hair and dandruff on his shoulders, muttered "shit. [pause] You're my second bad ride in

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