To-do/Today/To-done
Just about the last thing I need to be doing today is anything NOT on my long-and-behind-schedule To-Do list, but I've been missing the Blog and I've been wanting to work towards writing shorter-but-still-coherent posts (a look back reveals that blogging me is too much of the long-winded, overly earnest part of me and not enough of funny/sassy me . . . stay tuned . . .) so here's hoping that keeping it quick helps me with that goal. So. I got back from Chicago just about two weeks ago. (I was there doing THIS.) Since I've been back I've:
- Eaten at Elsewhere twice
- Had two great meetings for the new hip-hop show I'm working on
- Been on two auditions
- Cooked some yummy breakfasts and dinners
- Read Common As Air by Lewis Hyde
- Watched the movie Extract
- Watched 3 out of 4 of Terry Jones' The Barbarians
- Gone to the gym a bunch (still, somehow, never as much as I'd like)
- Gotten a dog!!!
Today I need to:
- Finish reading The Americanization of Benjamin Franklin by Gordon S. Wood (I'm a little worried I might not get all the way there)
- Get props for tomorrow's gig at Sarah Lawrence College (list includes: material to fabricate "crown of thorns" sans thorns; dried spaghetti; canned spaghetti; "crap robot costumes," and wind up bunny rabbit)
- Write some hip-hop
- Take my jeans to get fixed
- Get whatever I don't have that I need to make these scones (which I saw Ina make when I was at the gym the other day - nothing like thinking about eating while you're working out . . . what?!?!)
Tonight I See:
- Vampire Cowboy's newest show at The Incubator Arts Project (formerly the Ontological Incubator)
- The New York Neo's special 60 Plays in 60 Minutes
Tomorrow I:
- Make Scones (and the rest of brunch)
- Go to Sarah Lawrence with all of my props to perform Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind
Sunday I see The Elixir of Love
And many many many times along the way, I take the dog outside where I stand on the sidewalk staring at her and forcefully, but quietly, say "potty. potty. potty. potty. potty. potty. potty . . ." over and over again. House-training has made me into a crazy lady muttering on the street.