Cleveland Rocks

While friends are jet-setting to various warm places over this holiday season, I hopped on a plane to Cleveland. Not Cleveland, Hawaii or Cleveland, Barbados. Cleveland, Ohio. Because what better time to visit one of America's coldest cities than in late December?

There was an actual purpose to my visit. Ever since the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame opened in 1995, I have wanted to go. Whether it be lack of time, lack of money or lack of good planning, I never made it. A few months ago I saw there was going to be a special exhibit at the Rock Hall commemorating the 30th anniversary of Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers. That was the extra push I needed to get myself to Cleveland. Not surprisingly, plane fare to Cleveland was pretty reasonable for this time of year. Plus I found a hotel deal that included the room, tickets to the museum and breakfast for one low price. Everything fell together perfectly. I decided to go by myself because a) nobody is stupid enough to go to Cleveland in December and b) this is something I've wanted to do for quite some time, and I didn't want to wait on others or have others wait for me. This turned out to be a good idea because...

...I was at the Rock Hall for nine hours. After moving from Boston, I had forgotten what a damp, winter wind felt like, but was quickly reminded stepping from the warm confines of my hotel through the five minute walk to the Hall. The Rock Hall is beautiful. I stood in awe, and this was just the lobby. This was the beginning of being completely overwhelmed and having tremendous sensory overload. The first thing I saw was the Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers exhibit. It's not so much the quantity, but the quality. The mad hatter hat Tom wore in the "Don't Come Around Here No More" video, the shirt he wore in the "Free Fallin'" video, Mike Campbell's boots, Howie's bass, a Mudcrutch press release, the guitar Tom wrote almost every song on from Damn the Torpedoes to Echo. My favorites were the handwritten lyrics to such songs as "Refugee", "Walls (Circus)", "You Got Lucky" and "The Waiting". And listening to him sing "Refugee" while reading the handwritten lyrics in front of me. They had a great video and live performance retrospective. Some time later, I pried myself away and continued looking through the museum.

I soon came across various stage costumes, props and instruments through the decades. The corset Madonna wore during "Like A Virgin" in the Blond Ambition tour, the electric piano John Paul Jones recorded "Stairway to Heaven", the dress Michelle Phillips wore during the Monterey Pop Festival, Michael Jackson's sequined glove, Mick Jagger's US Flag/Union Jack cape, an Alice Cooper severed head and guillitine and the t-shirt and jeans Bruce Springsteen wore on the Born in the USA cover. They had great mementos from Elvis and the Beatles. Highlights were John Lennon's wire-rimmed glasses and the deed to Graceland. I had to chuckle when I saw Jim Morrison's cub scout uniform and pause a moment at his death certificate.

And then I came across...It. The Steven head. An exact replica of Steven Tyler's head. It is still creepy after all of these years. Now it's in glass casing. Probably to keep people like me from compulsively poking it. It was among the outfit Steven wore promoting "Pink" on Letterman, the iconic scarfed microphone stand and the long black trenchcoat Joe Perry wore in the "(Dude) Looks Like a Lady" video. I admit I did spend some time at a distance watching people look at the AeroArtifacts. It made me happy to know that in some tiny, tiny, microscopic, single atom-sized way, I was part of their history. There were other special exhibits dedicated to Roy Orbison, Rick Nelson (a childhood crush of my Mom), the Clash and Jimi Hendrix. It had been about 2 hours by this point, and I had yet to leave the basement. Sadly, I was not allowed to take pictures of the objects in the museum. It's just more incentive to get to the Rock Hall for yourself.

I was trying so hard to absorb everything, but after awhile, everything seemed to blend together. I watched 5 documentaries. My favorite was a tribute to all those who have been inducted into the Hall of Fame. It was on three giant screen and in surround sound. Another was on the songwriting process and the legacy of musicians. Another favorite was a 15-minute review of MTV and the music video. They cite Tom Petty, Peter Gabriel, Michael Jackson and Madonna for revolutionizing the music video, and although I agree, think Aerosmith should have been included in my completely unbiased opinion.

The best part of the Rock Hall is -- to sound cliche -- the music. I felt completely in my element there. All these incredible genres of music equally represented and respected. To hear Jerry Lee Lewis and the next moment hear Billie Holliday, then Nirvana's "Heart-Shaped Box" and Elvis Costello then Cream to "Dance to the Music" by Sly and the Family Stone. It was fantastic. Since I went on a Wednesday (it's open until 9pm instead of 5pm) and during an off-time of year, it wasn't crowded at all. I could take my time and really take in everything. That definitely enhanced the experience.

I did indulge in one guilty splurge. In the gift shop, there was a glass case of rock memorabilia for sale. I spotted a lapel pin no more than 1.5in across. It was from defunct Washington, DC radio station WAVA promoting a 1984 Billy Joel concert at the Capital Centre. I saw the price and winced, but knew I had to have it. WAVA was the best rock radio station in Washington, DC during the 1980s (yes, even better than DC101), before it changed overnight to Christian Rock in the early 1990s, breaking the hearts of me and of all my middle school peers. The Capital Centre was the storied arena where I saw my first Billy Joel concert in 1993, as well as many other memorable events. The Capital Centre was reduced to rubble in 2002 and now a shopping center. So really, I had no choice.

I cannot praise and recommend the Rock & Roll Hall of fame enough. This is definitely a place I will visit again.

And as an added highlight, I get to see my friend John Chandler, aka the Best Sportscaster in Cleveland. I haven't seen John since commencement and had a great time catching up. Plus, I even saw him on TV during a sportscast. He is definitely worthy of his moniker. Also, a big congrats to him on his engagement.

So all in all, a wonderful trip to Cleveland. I may not have been swaying in a hammock on a tropical isle, but I doubt I could of had any more fun anywhere else. Cleveland Rocks!





Quote of the Day:
"[I]n America and in Europe, you've seen groups of people form themselves into generations. That's a big mistake. That's wrong. ... Look at my generation. How did that work? Jimi Hendrix. Brian Jones. Janis Joplin. Keith Moon. The list is fucking endless. They're dead people. My life is full of dead people. My friends are dead. My friends. They might be your fucking icons. They're my fucking friends." --Pete Townshend

The Worst Christmas Present Ever. Ever.

This is the worst Christmas gift I have ever recieved:



There are so many things wrong with this.

1. It's an elf.
2. I have never collected dolls or anything of the like.
3. Seriously, look at it.
4. Before I opened it, the person preferenced it by saying, "I think everyone should have one of these."
5. It has bells on it. At 6:30am the day after Christmas, my Mom awakes me to go post-Christmas shopping. She does so by shaking the elf so the bells ring and pushes it in my face. I opted for sleep instead of the mall.
6. Somebody actually saw this in a store and thought, "I think Ellen should have this."
7. It's an elf.

Quote of the Day:
"When the game is over, the King and the pawn go back into the same box." --Italian Proverb

eBay

In this time of holiday cheer and giving and others, I only have one concern: cashing in.

This year, I started selling my possessions on eBay. It all started innocently enough. My room was getting cluttered, even by my standards. Instead of just tossing stuff out to the curb, I decided to post them on eBay. I no longer have a need for a Natalie Cole “Unforgettable” tour t-shirt, but maybe someone else does. And so, I began to think of this as a service to others.

At first, I was selling the stuff around my room. Books, CDs, clothes hanging in my closet, hidden from the light of day. I wasn’t bringing in a lot of money, but enough to pay for my weekly Fiore’s sandwich. Plus, many of these items were either gifts, or bought so long ago, void of any monetary value. For example:
• 14 pins from the 1980s with messages like, “Life is not a dress rehearsal”. “I’m Not Deaf, I’m Ignoring You”. Maybe someone at TGI Friday’s needed more flare. In any case, I made $8.50.
• A CBS News issued VHS of Any Rooney commentaries
• A Smothers Brothers instructional VHS on using a yo-yo
• New Kids on the Block giant wall hanging.
• 10 ALF comic books

It was great. Little by little, my room was getting less cluttered. But then I discovered something: buying for the sole purpose of selling. The impetus of this was at the Billy Joel concerts I was going to at Madison Square Garden. Since the 12-show run was a record at the Garden, they printed up posters with all of the MSG dates on them. They were selling them for $10. I bought one and put it on eBay. It sold for almost $40. So at the next show, I bought another. And it sold for $57. I saw a good thing and at the third show bought even more. The selling price of all the posters ended up paying for a couple of the concert tickets.

When I went home to Washington for Labor Day, I began cleaning my bedroom with a vengeance. My Mom was so proud. She was so relieved that I was getting rid of all these childhood things I was hanging onto. Little did she know my cleaning was for pure profit. Boxes of childhood mementos filled my car and my room was now more cluttered than ever. Taking photos of everything, listing them and tracking them like a fiend occupied my entire day. I cramped my finger by refreshing the page so often.

eBay had morphed into a form of gambling. Like a casino, you have to pay to play, which you do on eBay by paying the listing fees. Losing is not selling the item and the goal is to win. Not just win, but win big. I don't just want one bid and be done with it. I want many bids and for the selling price to be stratisphereic. Jackpot!

Once I started working back at Mystery Diagnosis, I thought I this would calm the obsession a bit. I’d be putting all of my energy into working and not listing. However, of all the buildings in all of New York, this was not the one to work in to keep the eBay at bay. I work in a very trendy, fashion-oriented building. It is not uncommon to share the elevator with gorgeous models and sharply dressed executives. As a result, sometimes these companies have sample sales and the whole building is invited to look.

The first was for this label I had never heard of, Ports 1961. After some research, I saw they sold in many of the high-end department stores like Saks Fifth Avenue (probably why I had never heard of them – H&M or bust, baby!). A skirt priced at $395 was selling for $5. Yes, $5! A $235 sweater vest sold for $10. And a tailored pair of pants was $10 as well. I just bought those few items and put them up. If they didn’t sell, I would have been happy enough to keep them. But they sold. A couple of weeks ago, Club Monaco had a sample sale and I went overboard. The prices were so low and irresistable. I was buying, and buying, all for the sole purpose of listing them on eBay. Most of the items are currently selling or sold, and I will make my money back, but not really profit greatly. This is where I have a problem.

Those who know me, know that I don’t do anything halfway. It’s love or hate. All or nothing. I knew I was spending too much for clothing I didn’t know if I could sell. And clothing that wouldn’t fit me if they didn’t sell. And giving stuff away means no money is made. And that defeats the whole purpose of why I started to eBay in the first place.

With this realization and acceptance in place, I knew that after these auctions ended, I would take a break from eBay. That was until I saw the sign in the elevator yesterday for a Karl Lagerfeld sample sale. With my co-workers disappearing through the day and returning with garment bags, the temptation became too great to overcome. I went downstairs and rummaged through the racks. I made one purchase, far less than my past sample sales. A gorgeous full-length men’s wool coat, originally priced at $1,000. I bought it for $110 and hoping it will sell and help pay for my Cleveland trip in a couple weeks.

And if you want to contribute to the cause, you can check out my listings. Seller name: lettermangirl (of course).

And then I’ll stop. Really.

Quote of the Day:
“Sometimes people carry to such perfection the mask they have assumed that in due course they actually become the person they seem.” --W. Somerset Maugham

High School Reunion

Ah, the high school reunion. For years I’ve watched movies and shows about them, and lo and behold, mine finally came. I had to come to the startling realization that I have been out of high school for ten years and sadly, no longer 18. Yes, this past Saturday, the mighty Walter Johnson High School class of 1996 got together and reunited. Alas, no one claimed to have invented post-its.

This was a very informal occasion at the Sapphire Café in Bethesda. About 100 fellow Wildcats came, many with their spouses or significant others. It was interesting to see all the different directions we’ve gone, considering we all were in the same place with similar experiences. The popular career choice is Lawyer. The popular locations are New York and Baltimore.

There were a few people I didn’t recognize, but many who haven’t changed a single bit since high school. It was great to see a high turnout from my elementary school. I feel so fortunate to still keep in touch with friends I’ve had since I was a little tyke. And it seems no matter how much time passes, when we get together it always feels like no time has gone by at all.

It was great to see Gene, Jon, Josh, Julian, Sang, Phil and April among others. And of course, I always value any time I get to spend with Karen, Jamie, Rose, Matt, Nat and Sarah. I am truly blessed to have friends like these.

I was never the prettiest or smartest or most athletic or most popular in high school. Talking to my fellow classmates, I realized how happy I am of who I have become and what I have accomplished in these past 10 years. I didn’t dread this reunion at all, rather, I embraced it.

The reunion was a lot of fun. Thanks again to Tulasi, Laura and Elana for organizing it. See you at the 20th!

Here are a couple of pics from the big evening:

Karen, Els, Nathalie


Sarah, Els, Lori


Els, Jon, Gene, Nathalie


Quote of the Day:
"The only good ideas are the ones I can take credit for." -R. Stevens

Roddy Piper Health Update

This was on Roddy Piper's website this morning:

Mr. Piper and his family would like to thank everyone for the overwhelming support of well wishes he has recieved world wide. Roddy has been diagnosed with Lymphoma Cancer. He will begin his battle against this cancer immediately.

The following is a statement from Mr. Piper;

“It seems like I have been fighting someone, something, someplace, in some manner, my whole life. But this fight, is one I am gonna win!”

Ever Forward,

Roddy Piper

wwe.com had the following statement:

WWE Hall of Famer “Rowdy” Roddy Piper has been diagnosed with Hodgkin’s lymphoma. Also known as Hodgkin’s disease, Hodgkin’s lymphoma is a form of cancer found in the body’s lymphatic tissue. The lymphatic system helps filter out bacteria and is important in fighting diseases.

Piper was sent home early from WWE’s early-November tour of the United Kingdom and hospitalized for surgery, where doctors removed a mass at the spinal cord with an enlarged lymph node. The mass was completely removed, but the lymph node was positive for Hodgkin’s lymphoma.

Radiation therapy is used to treat Hodgkin’s lymphoma; it is an extremely successful procedure, so the prognosis is very good for Piper.

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Obviously I am very saddened and concerned about him. I can only hope he has a good team of doctors giving him the best possible care. My thoughts and prayers go out to him and his family.

Quote of the Day:
"In the end, you'll know which people really love you. They're the ones who see you for who you are and, no matter what, always find a way to be at your side." --Randy K. Milholland

Ben Folds

When I got to the Hammerstein Ballroom at 6pm yesterday, I expected the line to be long. What I didn’t expect was to standing a block away from the venue. Not surprisingly, I am not the only one who loves the musical stylings of Ben Folds.

In front of me was a father with his two children, probably in their mid- and early teens. The father was one of the most anxious people I have ever seen. Every 5 minutes he was commenting on the line and how long it was. He would keep leaving the line and walking to the end of it, just to see how much longer it had gotten in the last 5 minutes. His kids, much more rational that he, kept telling him to calm down, but were not successful. When the line did begin to move, he was so paranoid that someone was going to cut in front of him. My only thought through all of this was, “Please don’t have them anywhere near me during the show.”

The last time I was at the Hammerstein Ballroom was about a year a half ago when Jenn and I were on the floor to see the Black Crowes. After standing on my feet for 5 hours and thinking amputation was a reasonable remedy for the way my feet felt afterwards, I knew that the floor was not an option ever again. I bought a ticket for the second mezzanine, which was not only a cheaper ticket, but provided me with an actual seat.

I get up to the second mezzanine and have a plethora of seats to choose from. I get a front, obstruction-free view, sit and wait. And wait. And wait. Another thing I learned is that if one does not have a standing general admission ticket on the floor, there is no reason to get there right when the doors open at 6:30. Since I went to the show alone, I brought a book with me to pass the time and that was a good decision. The people on the floor were on their feet for an hour and a half before the opening act, Corn Mo, came on.

Corn Mo was crazy. But he used his craziness for good instead of evil. He is a very talented musician and the crowd was really into him. He played for 20 fun-filled minutes before heading off. So the floor people get 20 minutes of music during 2.5 hours of standing before Ben Folds comes on the stage.

Ben Folds is awesome. It is amazing how much talent, originality and innovation he has. That, and I’ve always been a sucker for piano players. I knew most of the songs, but even the ones I didn’t, he kept my interest and made me what to know more about the song. He is a natural storyteller and had the crowd in the palm of his hand. He had a red synthesizer on a small piano bench next to him, and used it at all the right moments. At times he would play the synthesizer with one hand and the piano with the other, not missing a single note. My favorite part of the evening was the back-to-back playing of the Dr. Dre classic, “Bitches Ain’t Shit”, and then going into my favorite Ben Folds song, “Landed”. Among the other highlights: “Zak and Sara”, “There’s Always Someone Cooler Than You”, “Not the Same”, “Annie Waits” and “One Down”. He played a solid 2-hour show. After the show, I arose from my plush seat and walked out of the Ballroom, while most of the standing room floor people were limping from being on their feet for almost 5 hours.

It really was a fantastic evening. So if Ben Folds comes to your town, definitely take the time out to check him out. You’ll be glad you did.

Quote of the Day:
"It was funny, she thought, that people would like her would rather be alone that put themselves in a potentially awkward situation, even though the risk could turn out to be rewarding." -Alexandra Robbins, "The Overacheivers"

Step One, Kick, Turn

I have been a Broadway baby as of late. I have seen 3 shows in recent weeks with a fourth to come soon.

First up was Twyla Tharp's interpretation of Bob Dylan's music, "The Times They are A-Changin'". I was a huge fan of her last show, "Movin' Out" featuring the music of Billy Joel. I am a Bob Dylan fan so hoping this show would be more of the same. Sadly, it was not.

Like Movin' Out, there was no dialogue, only dance. The theme of the show was the circus. I have a well documented fear of clowns and mimes, so when a plethora of clowns and mimes come on stage, I am a bit freaked out. But after a couple of songs, I am able to move past the clowns and move on. The story structure was very loose, so after awhile, I just tried to see it as individual choreography for each song. The dancing was fantastic and they cast were truly talented performers, just not enough to maintain a whole show. Some songs (The Times They are A-Changin', Mr. Tambourine Man) worked well in the Broadway style. Others (Maggie's Farm, Masters of War) did not. I guess the paying theatre-goers agreed with me, since the show is closing after only 23 performances.

A couple of days later I was back on the Great White Way to see a play by the Manhattan Theatre Club called Losing Louie. The "stars" were Cousin Larry from "Perfect Strangers" (Mark-Linn Baker) and the Guy Who Played Rory's Teacher In The First Season Of Gilmore Girls (Scott Cohen). It had a Noises Off-kinda feel to it. It involved two brothers coming to terms with their father's death and also flashbacks of the father's life. It was an enjoyable play...which has also closed.

One show that I don't expect to close anytime soon is the revival of the classic musical, A Chorus Line. I loved A Chorus Line and cannot recommend it enough. The cast, the music, the dancing, everything meshed and each number was better than the last. The only downside, is that there is not intermission in the 2 hour show. Squirming in my seat for the last half hour aside, it was well worth it. Stand-out's were Jessica Lee Goldyn's "Val" and Deidre Goodwin's Shiela. The show is so simple, yet does so much. Go see it, watch it and you'll thank me.

Quote of the Day:
"If you don't think it's fun to be able to submit an expense report requesting reimbursement for a golf club made from the sexual organ of a bull, then you frankly don't know what fun is." -Dave Barry

48 Hours

This has been a very interesting couple of days. Thursday started innocently enough. While procrastinating at work, I decided to look into taking my long-desired trip to Cleveland to the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. I found a good, cheap flight and a hotel that had an excellent package deal with the museum. I get home, all excited to book my late-December trip to one of the United States' coldest cities. I go for my wallet and realize it's not there. I check all around my room, and my wallet is nowhere to be found. Then, the mass panic sets in, though trying my best to remain calm. I cancel everything I need to and cover all the bases I can. Everything was in my wallet, and feel so exposed. Needless to say, I get little sleep. I'm actually eager to get to work, hoping and praying that my wallet is there. I get there, and sadly, no wallet. I then make a trip back to the 'Boken to do a final ransacking of my room, to no avail. I make my maiden voyage to the Hoboken Police Station and file a report. I go back to work, breathing a little bit easier, but still bummed.

That evening Erin and I go to 192 Books for an Annie Leibovitz book signing. I have been a major Annie Leibovitz fan for years. The celebrity photography of her and Herb Ritts are staples of my childhood. I had gotten her American Music book a few years ago, and saw an exhibit at the Corcoran in Washington, DC as well. She just came out with a new book that chronicles the last 15 years: A Photographer's Life / 1990-2005. As excited I was to see her, the even itself was probably the most disorganized I have ever been to. When we get to the bookstore, we are told the event is actually being held at a gallery down the street. OK. We get to the gallery and asked if we have a reservation. Neither New York magazine or Time Out New York, both publicizing the event, made no mention of reservations. Instead of making two lines - one with reserved seats and one without, it was like a poor man's Studio 54, with people bunching around a tiny door, while people who do have reservations push to the front. Of course we all get in; no harm, no foul. It started with a slideshow, then a panel discussion and a Q&A. After much confusion about the book signing line, I finally get my book signed. Overall, a lot of waiting, but in the end, worth it.

I slept well, accepting the lost wallet fiasco. Nothing was going to keep my excitement down. Because I was going to have yet another encounter with my True Love, Roddy Piper. I go down to Caroline's on Broadway. The event was sponsored by Jakks Pacific, the company responsible for all the wrestling action figures. Before getting to the only reason why I came, I had to sit through a Q&A with Jakks representatives about the action figures. Yes, grown men were asking questions like, "When the Rick Martel figure comes out, will it be the Strike Force Rick Martel or the Model Rick Martel?" And like the comic book convention, I was the prettiest person there -- by far. Roddy is announced and comes out. Still handsome and my heart goes a-flutter. The Q&A was interesting. It was nice to see him in a relaxed atmosphere. I didn't ask a question because I couldn't find a balance between Stupid-Obvious and Trekkie. For the most part, the questions veered toward Trekkie. I had heard a few stories before, but also some new ones. He was very candid, articulate and witty. He even said my most favorite quote, "Just when you think you have the answers, I change the questions." He also spoke of Ric Flair, Bret Hart and the biz today. The whole thing lasted an hour, but I wish it could have lasted longer. There was a photo and autograph session, but I didn't stay. I am content with my photo and got with him, and the one item I wanted signed in June. Below is a picture, but with the dimly lit room, it didn't come out all that well:



I was happy as can be coming home. Any time I can spend in the same room with Roddy brings me tremendous joy. I get home and go through my mail. Bill, bill, Entertainment Weekly, and a mysterious package with no return address. I open it to find MY WALLET. Some good-hearted saint of a New Yorker sent me back my wallet, with absolutely everything in tact. I was beyond elated. Someone is definitely looking over me. A good, good day.

Quote of the Day:
"Too few people understand a really good sandwich." - James Beard

Movies

Over the past week, I have mooched off Cheryl and taken her membership to the Writer's Guild for my own advantage. From that, I got to see 3 free movies plus Q&A's.

The first movie we saw was Man of the Year, where Robin Williams plays a comic who ends up winning the presidency. I had very low expectations going into this movie, seeing as I don't particularly like Robin Williams as a comedic actor. Those low expectations were pretty much met. The main reason I went was the Q&A with writer/director Barry Levinson afterwards. He's a Marylander who has directed Diner, Rain Man, the Natural and Wag the Dog, among others. Also, he was the co-creator of Homicide: Life on the Street. He was very interesting because there are few who know the Hollywood system better than him. He's worked with all the top stars and been part of so many iconic movie moments.

The next movie was Little Children, which I was very excited for. It's based on Tom Perrota's 2001 book of the same name. Tom Perrotta is one of my favorite writers (he wrote Election, for example) and has always done such a wonderful job chronicling the nuiances of suburban life. Kate Winslet and Patrick Wilson starred. This movie also focused on suburban life. It was very much a dark comedy, and I highly recommend it. The Q&A afterwards was with Tom Perrotta and director Todd Field. I even got to ask Tom a question regarding his writing. That was fun.

The last movie was Sofia Coppola's Marie Antoinette. Do not see this movie. I saw it for free, yet feel I deserve some sort of monetary compensation for sitting through it. Cheryl and I found it very disjointed and we kept waiting for something, anything, to happen. I'm sensing the rest of the audience felt the same way because when the end credits began to roll, there was pure silence for over a minute. Even Man of the Year got applause. That Q&A featured Kirsten Dunst and Jason Schwartzman. Both were good sports, but both also looked like they wanted to be anywhere but there. I can hardly imagine that with such hard-hitting questions as, "Kirsten, you were so amazing in this film. Honestly, I feel my life is now complete that I have seen you in this role. Tell me, what was it like wearing all of those corsets?" or "Jason, I think this film makes Citizen Kane look like The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. Tell me, was it hard for you to look so fat in the movie?" *sigh* If you want to learn about Marie Antoinette, check out the latest PBS documentary on her. It's a better two hours than Sofia Coppola's movie by far.

And yet, you gotta love the free. So Cheryl, thanks for letting me mooch.

Quote of the Day:
"It was like shaking the hand of a great, waspy, wooden totem pole of awesomeness." -John Hodgman on Meeting George Plimpton

Jury Duty

Three weeks ago, I received "the envelope". It was more omnious than the thin rejection letter from Northwestern University. The black, bold letters were imposing on the stark white background. And in an instant, I got the call for jury duty.

This is my third jury duty calling -- the first since moving to New Jersey. The first time was my sophomore year of college. It actually worked out well, seeing as I had procrastinated on writing a social science paper. I finished the paper, and escaped the jury room unscathed.

Four years later, the evil letter came to my doorstep. I went back to the courthouse. This time, I was assigned to a courtroom. For mere moments I was empaneled. I had purposely dressed as juvenille as possible and was soon stuck from the panel. After doing a happy dance in the hallway, I made my way back to the jury room, and was dismissed soon after.

The jury duty gods shined upon me again today. Due to the very poor directions on my instructions card, I was almost late getting to the courthouse, wandering aimlessly around Jersey City. Finally find my way and go in.

The jury room looked like two churches fighting against one another. Rows of pew-like bench faced each other, with a glass booth in the middle. I sit down, and with my luck, this guy speaking loudly on a cell phone. Every other line is, "You're breaking up! What??" This was going to be a long day.

After an orientation video, the long wait began. After two hours and nobody being called, it was time for lunch. Ah, a glimpse of freedom.

Soon after returning from lunch, the first batch of names were called. Thankfully, mine wasn't and the wait continued. More time passed. The benches were turning uncomfortable. People were getting irritable. In particular, there were these 2 grown men who were uber-obnoxious. They kept going up to the glass window and pestering them. They were cracking unfunny jokes -- trying to get released. We were all suffering, and they just made it worse. Around 4:15pm, the woman who had been updating us through the day, came to us from the glass booth, holding the microphone of doom. She called more names, telling them to return to the jury room at 9:30 tomorrow morning. Each name she read wasn't mine. The list was finished and I was not called. She then released the rest of us for the day, telling us to call at 5pm to see if we needed to come back tomorrow.

I was so happy to be home. At 5pm on the button, I called and was informed that I did NOT have to return tomorrow and my time had been served. Yay jury duty gods looking kindly on me.

I am so excited to go to work tomorrow.

Quote of the Day:
"Indeed, we do not really live unless we have friends surrounding us like a firm wall against the winds of the world." --Charles Hanson Towne

Breakfast With Steve

It's been a year since the New Yorker Festival where I was fortunate enough to see Steve Martin host a panel discussion about the banjo. One year later, the New Yorker Festival and Steve Martin return. I was fortunate enough to snag a ticket for Steve Martin interview New Yorker cartoonist Roz Chast at the Supper Club.

I would pay to see Steve Martin read the phone book, so needless to say, I enjoyed myself very much. As a surprise to no one, Steve was as brilliant as ever and kept a flowing, interesting conversation.




The discussion ended around 11am. Seeing I was in the neighborhood, I took a hope, skip and a jump over to Christie's auction house. Ellen Barkin, who is divorcing Revlon billionaire Ron Perlman, is auctioning off her jewelry collection, which Christie's is estimating at $15 million. The jewels were jaw-dropping and beyond stunning. Diamonds upon emeralds and sapphires. Just beautiful.

I was about to walk out, when I hear this roar of applause. I walk upstairs and lo and behold, the Star Trek memoribelia auction is taking place. Not having a pass, I watch from the hallway. Right as I get there, the lot of all lots comes up for bid: the original model of the USS Enterprise used in the opening credits of the TV show. In the midst of many dressed up Trekkies were serious bidders, When the smoke cleared, the Enterprise sold for $500,000. The energy in the room was palpable -- the cheers were that of a rock concert. Really an incredible thing to witness.

Quote of the Day:
"I restore myself when I'm alone. A career is born in public; talent in privacy." -Marilyn Monroe

Four More Years!

A big hooray to the news that the patron saint of the Genius Switch, David Letterman, has signed a four year extension to host the Late Show. This will take Dave through 2010.

And the world can continue.

Quote of the Day:
"I don't believe in working out. My philosphy: No pain, no pain." -Carol Leifer

I Heart Andre

I knew this day was coming. Even I, a delusional SuperFan, knew Andre Agassi was not going to win the US Open. I was, however, hoping he could make it to the 4th round and pass the torch to Andy Roddick.

But by the middle of the second set, I knew that wasn't happening. For the first time this tournament, he looked uncomfortably pained. I was watching with Jenn, and we were in awe of how this man, a mere shell of his former self, was giving this match everything he had and making his opponent earn the victory. With a ruptured disk in his back, he was still serving at 114mph and running to the net. His winning of the second set made us euphoric, and for a moment, allowed us to believe that maybe he could pull out a win. But as the match wore on, the reality of the situation became all too apparent, and I began to savor each point to its fullest.

I was disappointed with the way the match ended. I am not a fan of using aces to end a game, a set or especially a match. I feel you should win by beating the man, and the ace is the easy way out. However, I do give Benjamin Becker a lot of credit. He was playing his idol, and showed much class in victory.

The tears formed and the applause was loud in Jenn's living room as Andre said his goodbyes on the court. Showing true emotion and sincere gratitude, I could think of no greater way to say goodbye to this tremendous athlete and extraordinary man.

I became an Andre Agassi fan in 1990. He was arrogant and flashy and was so exciting to watch. His brashness, flowing locks, very good looks and colorful clothing were matched only by his natural talent. I was instantly smitten, and he has been a mainstay on the Hierarchy since.

I remember that July afternoon in 1992 when Andre won Wimbledon. I was so happy for him winning his first major and the realization of his life goal. It was around this time I began subscribing to Tennis magazine. Not for any tips for my own game, mind you. Rather, solely for pictures and articles on Andre.

There have been many ups and downs over the past 16 years. Those flowing locks became a buzz cut to the chrome dome we know today. I watched him become only the fifth player in the Open era to win all four grand slams. Further, the only one of those five who has an Olympic gold medal as well. I supported him though the brown & white striped shirt period. I bought the Rebel camera because he endorsed it. I paced nervously through numerous five set nailbiters; cursing the loses and cheering the victories. I've seen many coaches and girlfriends go through the revolving door. There have been tears of joy and tears of sadness. And through it all, I remained a fan.

Today is one of those rare days where the tears are of joy and sadness. Joy, because he'll get the treatment his back is in dire need of, and sadness to have to say goodbye to such a phenominal athlete.

I know this isn't the last we'll see of Andre. Whether it be in charity work or the senior's tour, I know the love affair will continue. I can also take comfort in watching players like James Blake and Andy Roddick on the court. Andre has influenced a generation of tennis players and through them, his legacy can only grow.

I love you, Andre Agassi. Thank you.



Quote of the Day:
"The scoreboard said I lost today, but what the scoreboard doesn't say is what it is I have found. And over the last 21 years, I have found loyalty. You have pulled for me on the court and also in life. I've found inspiration. You have willed me to succeed, sometimes even in my lowest moments. And I've found generosity. You have given me your shoulders to stand on to reach for my dreams, dreams I could have never reached without you. Over the last 21 years, I have found you and I will take you and the memory of you with me for the rest of my life. Thank you." -Andre Agassi

The Week in Review

Sorry for the lack of postings, my friends. It's been an interesting week...

First, my beloved computer is in the intensive care unit at Tekserve. The stupid people at the Apple store did not catch my computer's problem, which when I returned a week later, told me all my files are corrupt. Of course, I have nothing backed up, so all my files are threatening to be lost. This does not make me happy. First, because the Apple store cost me $300 unnecessary dollars. Second, I had asked the Apple store the first time around to back up my files and I was willing to spend the extra $50 to have that done. Third, not correcting the problem. Fourth, telling me nothing can be done and refer me to Tekserve. Fifth, having to spend $600 on the possibiliy, but no promises, for my data to be recovered. Bottom line, if you have an Apple computer, bypass the "genius bar" and go directly to Tekserve. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200.

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Last Sunday was my favorite day of the year, Emmy Awards night. My comments:

* Conan did an excellent job hosting. The Bob Newhart running gag was hilarious.

* Yay for Jeremy Piven winning Best Supporting Actor, Comedy. I question his ascot choice, but a worthy win. Would have also been content to see Bryan Cranston take an Emmy home for his great performance as Hal in "Malcolm in the Middle", but alas, it was not meant to be.

* I'm not upset that Dave and Stephen Colbert lost the Emmy for Outstanding Individual Performance, Variety. I'm upset that they lost to BARRY MANILOW. Really? Two brilliant performers lost to the man who writes the songs? It doesn't seem right.

* Also glad to see "the Office" win for Best Comedy. Nice to see former roomates Conan O'Brien and Office Executive Producer Greg Daniels share the stage.

* John Spencer got a very nice response during the death montage. Very well deserved.

* I love Dick Clark. In terms of the industry of television, he is one of my heroes. But he needs to stop going on camera. It's just too sad. Although he looked a thousand times better than he did on New Year's Eve.

* Best dressed honors go to Felicity Huffman, Helen Mirren, Evangeline Lily, and Virginia Madsen. Worst dressed goes to Paula Abdul. It also pains me greatly to say that Candice Bergen looked horrible. Usually she is the epitome of fashion and class, but not this night.

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It's been an emotional week for me, as Andre Agassi plays in his final US Open. I have been an Agassi fan since 1990, and he has been a mainstay on my all-time Hierarchy since.

Both his first and second round matches have been epic and dramatic. I find myself pacing and hyperventilating a lot. At least with Cal Ripken, I knew when his final game was coming and could prepare for it. With the US Open, I never know when Andre will play his last match and want so badly for him to win.

If anything, I would like to see him get to the 4th round to face Andy Roddick. It would make a great story and really have his career go full circle. Especially now with Jimmy Connors coaching Andy. Throughout this tournament, many comparisons have been made between Andre and Connors. It just seems too perfect not to happen.

I know Andre's in a lot of pain, and I hope he doesn't do any permanent damage to himself. Still, as a diehard, I want to see him win as much as I can. These matches have really been amazing and it reminds me what makes tennis such a great sport and why I watch it in the first place. Andre has much to do with me watching tennis in the first place. He's been a great ambassador for the sport, and even with him not on the tour, hope he still remains a presence.

Go Andre!!

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On Wednesday, Cheryl and I made our triumphant return to trivia. With the help of HYP and Jared, we played 80s and 90s pop culture trivia. Naturally, we came in first. Our reward: free tickets to see the Wedding Singer on Broadway. Sadly, Constantine from American Idol is in it now, so that will be an automatic minus for the evening. Still, winning is nice.

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Happy Labor Day weekend everyone.

Quote of the Day:
"At least I could have lost to Wolverine. He has claws for hands!" -Stephen Colbert responding to losing to Barry Manilow. Hugh Jackman, who plays Wolverine in the X-Men movies was also nominated for hosting the Tony's.

BuddyBunny

Congratulations and much love to Robin and LoveBunny on the arrival of Benjamin Scott Willis!! He came into the world on Friday August 4th at 10:17am. He was 8lbs 1oz and 20 inches. Both mother and son are great. And congrats to big sister BabyBunny!



Quote of the Day:
"Life is made up, not of great sacrifices or duties, but of little things, in which smiles and kindness, and small obligations given habitually, are what preserve the heart and secure comfort." -William Davy

Random Thoughts & Ramblings

I haven't done this in a while. I present to you another edition of Random Thoughts & Ramblings...

* Why is it always feast or famine in the TV industry? There's a work drought for months and then all the offers come at once. What is a girl supposed to do?

* Is Tony Kornheiser EVER returning from vacation back to PTI? Seriously, he's had more vacation time than anyone ever. I miss him dearly, but not sure it's because I love him so much or because I want to hurl every time Dan LeBatard is on the screen. At least we have Wilbon back.

* Can someone please spare $10,000 so I can adopt the David Letterman portrait at the National Portrait Gallery in Washington, DC? In exchange you will have my deepest gratitude. And really, isn't that payment enough?

* 10 songs you should download from iTunes right now:
- "Square One" by Tom Petty
- "Landed" by Ben Folds
- "The Pugilist At 59" by Tom Russell
- "Trouble" by Ray LaMontangue
- "Come Around" by Rhett Miller
- "Mississippi" by Bob Dylan
- "The Sea and the Rhythm" by Iron & Wine
- "Alright Guy" by Todd Snider
- "All These Things I've Done Before" by the Killers
- "Deja Vu (All Over Again)" by John Fogerty

* For good background music via the internet, might I suggest Gone Gator radio at http://gonegatorradio.com. Although primarily Tom Petty songs, they also have a great number of Petty contemporaries and influences like Jackson Browne, the Rolling Stones, Bruce Springsteen and the Byrds. It's free too. We all like free.

* For the intellectual side of you that craves smart humor, definitely get the free (again, YAY free!!) podcast subscription of the Little Gray Book lectures. They are true gems which feature John "I'm a PC" Hodgman. And while subscribing to that, also click on the They Might Be Giants podcasts. They are little slices of happiness, let me tell you.

* There are 2 places in this world that I have no power over:
- Brookline Booksmith, Brookline, MA
- Pines of Rome, Bethesda, MD

* If you have some free time, check out the Tuesday afternoon chats of Washington Post writer Gene Weingarten. He's great friends with Dave Barry and always has an interesting array of topics to discuss, Definitely worth 15 minutes of your time every week.

* What is up with Delaware? In all my travels up and down I-95, Delaware has always been the nice, harmless state that I drive through in 20 minutes. But lately I've been spending more time there than desired. The traffic is unbelievable. And it seems that way regardless of time of day. And if you ever want to play a fun game while in Delaware -- see if you can find 2 cars in a row with Delaware plates. Betcha can't do it.

* And while on the subject of I-95 -- the New Jersey Turnpike is the road to hell.

* You Tube is one of the best sites to come about it quite some time.

* 6 shows you should be watching, but aren't:
- Great Hotels, Travel Channel, Daily, 11:30-Noon & 12:30-1pm
- The Henry Rollins Show, IFC, Saturday, 10-10:30pm
- CBS Sunday Morning, CBS, Sunday 9-10:30am
- The Vault, VH1 Classic, Check Listings
- American Masters / American Experience, PBS, Usually Monday, Check Listings

* Like Walt Disney said, it truly is a small world after all.

Quote of the Day:
"Could you imagine how horrible things would be if we always told others how we felt? Life would be intolerably bearable." -Randy K. Milholland

The Schwab Summary

Sadly, the job at Stump the Schwab ended on Thursday. I am still in denial about it ending because it was such an incredible experience. My greatest hope is that I'll be working with these people again sooner than later. Below are a few pics from the final Schwab days. Would like to point out this picture of Louie and I was used in the end of the season video, so everyone could see the love connection we formed. Jealous? Of course you are.

The Happy Couple


I'll Take Potent Potables for $400, Alex


Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Stuart Scott


The Schwab Crew


Quote of the Day:
"My idea of an agreeable person is a person who agrees with me." -Benjamin Disraeli

Highway Companion

Hanging with Louie was not the only exciting part of my day yesterday. After five years of eager anticipation, waiting at my doorstep upon my arrival home was the latest offering from Mr. Tom Petty, called Highway Companion.



Although technically a solo album, the feel of the Heartbreakers is all over the CD. The thankfully-not-looking-like-Adam-Duritz-anymore stylings of Heartbreaker lead guitarist Mike Campbell are ever-present. In my completely unbiased opinion as a Tom Petty superfan, Highway Companion is an excellent album and I recommend one and all to give it a listen.

With the exception of the rockin' "Saving Grace", the album leans on acoustic guitars and relaxing melodies. Perfect for that long road trip or a quiet time of reflection.

The best song on Highway Companion is a beautiful ballad called "Square One", seeking forgiveness and atoning for past mistakes. Even after only a couple of listenings, it has already landed a place my the all-time Tom Petty song list. This is definitely one to add to iTunes. It's the rare song that had me at the just the lyrics:

Had to find some higher ground
Had some fear to get around
You can't say what you don't know
Later on won't work no more

Last time through I hid my tracks
So well I could not get back
Yeah my way was hard to find
Can't sell your soul for piece of mind

Square one, my slate is clear
Rest your head on me my dear
It took a world of trouble
It took a world of tears
It took a long time
To get back here

Try so hard to stand alone
Struggle to see past my nose
Always had more dogs than bones
I could never wear those clothes

It's a dark victory
You won and you also lost
Told us you were satisfied
But it never came across

Square one, my slate is clear
Rest your head on me my dear
It took a world of trouble
It took a world of tears
It took a long time
To get back here

Besides it being a great song, there's something about the way he sings the lyric "Rest your head on me my dear", that is true perfection. Really. It is.

Trust me, Highway Companion is worth dedicating 45 minutes of your time to. I just hope I don't have to wait another five years to hear what Tom Petty has to say next.

Quote of the Day:
"Some artists are great simply because they do not write bad songs. Tom Petty is one of those artists" -Brian Heisler

Just Another Day at the Office

The only thing I have ever wanted to do with my life is to be involved in television. Now that I am ensconced in the biz, I sometimes question if this was the best decision. I'm always looking for a project. Money is not plentiful. The hours can be really long.

But then there are days like today that remind me why I wanted to be part of it in the first place. Days that rejuvenate my love for the industry and erase all doubt that working in television was what I was put on this earth to do.

This summer on "Stump the Schwab" has been nothing less that wonderful. The people are great and I truly love my job. Besides having a steady number of cakes, there is always something interesting happening. For example, today we not only worked with New York City icon, Naked Cowboy, I also met Louie the Chimp.



Louie is so awesome. I played with him and just fell head over heels in love. Although a little shorter and hairier than the guys I tend to fall for, I think I can make the exception. All the staff and crew could not get enough of him. He was extremely active and a pleasure to be around. Everyone had wide smiles on their faces, like little kids at Christmas. Seriously, isn't he the cutest thing ever??




What will tomorrow bring...? God bless television.




Quote of the Day:
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." -Dr. Seuss

The Isle of Staten

I have bravely made the voyage from the mainland to the Isle of Staten a couple of times. This was the maiden trip for my friends Erin and Er. Tonight was my latest venture, and I think it's suffice to say, my last for awhile.

My friend Rick's band, Heather Hates You, had a stop on their East Coast World Tour at this place called Dock St. We walk in, and there are kids with multi-colored mohawks and fatigues on with spikes moshing their hard-core brains out. Erin looks completely freaked out, especially when one of the upstanding young gentlemen mosh into her. I find Rick and yell hello to him. Thankfully he had extra ear plugs with him to drown out whatever horrible garage band was playing. And to prove they were real hardcore punk rock, invited the lot to his swimming pool. I bet his mom even made cookies and lemonade.

After sitting through them and one other band, Heather Hates You took to the stage. Rick channeled his inner Henry Rollins, minus the tattoos. They did well, in what will be the final performance I will see them in. The Heather Hates You farewell show is July 29th in East Weymouth. You can read all about them at http://www.heatherhatesyou.com.

Feeling a bit out of our elements, Erin, Er and I decided to leave as soon as HHY were done. Unfortunately, I really didn't get a chance to talk to Rick much, but was happy to be able to come out and support my friend in something he has devoted so much time and effort to. Thankfully, my car was still in the parking space with all of its parts intact and we drove away. Very fast. To anywhere but Staten Island.

Quote of the Day:
"Candy is a treat. Please consume in moderation." -Hershey Bar Wrapper

The True Love

I know most of you already think I have odd taste in men. This post will do nothing to change that. In fact, you will probably question it even more. David Letterman is "the Idol" . Steve Martin: "the Ideal Man". Cal Ripken: "the Hero". Matthew Perry: "The Future Husband". However, all these men, truth be told, don't hold a candle to the one who has been at the top of The Hierarchy all of these years. And after 18 years of total love and worship, today, June 24, 2006, I finally met him. He is none other than "The True Love", the Hot Rod himself, "Rowdy" Roddy Piper.



It started innocently enough. I began watching pro wrestling when I was 10 years old because I had a crush on a boy who watched it. The crush soon faded, but my love of watching did not. I loved the gimmicks and the toned bodies and the personalities. Randy Savage & Elizabeth, Ted DiBiase, Mr. Perfect, Jesse Ventura, Bobby Heenan, Jake Roberts, the Honky Tonk Man became became fixtures I couldn't get enough of. I was completely hooked. And then one day I saw Roddy Piper and my whole world changed.

Whatever that something is that creates love at first sight, Roddy had in spades. He was handsome, intelligent, articulate and funny. And to a pre-teen who was mad at everything and thought the world was against her, Roddy became the lone bright spot. He made me happy, and for that alone, I am forever indebted to him. It became my mission to learn everything I could about him. Weekends were spent at the video store renting videos of old matches. I collected everything I could, from magazines and books to t-shirts to action figures to miscellaneous stuff (him singing, a coloring book, collector coin, etc...), absorbing everything about him like a sponge. I sacrificed hours of my life watching straight-to-video movies like "Jungleground", "No Contest" and "Hell Comes to Frogtown" and D-list TV shows, "Walker, Texas Ranger", "Silk Stalkings" and "Robocop: the TV Series" among others, solely because he was in them. True love knows no bounds.

The years passed, and I developed other "admirations" and interests and watched wrestling less, especially since Roddy wasn't around as much. Yet when he makes a TV appearance I'll still make it a point to tune in. Hearing the bagpipes and seeing him smile never fail to light that spark of pure happiness. Since my teenage years, many loves have come and gone, but there's only one first True Love, and he will always have a special place in my heart because of that.

When I read that Roddy was going to be in New York at this comic book convention, I had mixed feelings. The 28-year old didn't want to be caught anywhere near this convention. But ultimately I had no choice but to go. I had to do it for the 10-year old. I owed it to my childhood.

I waited in line for a half hour or so. There were some scary costumed people, and grown men who cared about X-Men a little too much. And I can say with absolute certainty that I was the most attractive person there -- by far. It was extremely humid inside and between the heat and the rain, I was hoping I would have looked a little better (still though, the MOST attractive person there...).

Finally my turn came. I introduced myself, and the 10-year old in me completely took over. I gushed and thanked him for all the joy, happiness and inspiration he had brought me over the years. He was very nice and complementary. And not thinking it was even possible, more handsome in person. He gave me a kiss and a hug and then we took the above picture. Then Roddy Piper hugged me again. The 10-year old couldn't of asked for anything more.

I don't expect many of you to understand just how important this was for me. The best comparison I can think of is to just think of someone who is significant to you. And for a few moments, you know you matter to them. All I've ever wanted was to one day meet him and thank him. I feel so incredibly fortunate to have finally been able to do so.

Quote of the Day:
"Just when you think you have the answers, I change the questions." -Roddy Piper

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Below are some more pictures I took. Yes, that is Virgil and Captain Lou Albano. I felt kinda bad for them because while the Roddy line had a constant stream of people, their lines were painfully short. The Roddy line even overshadowed the Steven Seagal line. Thankfully, even the scary comic book people have some taste.

Catching Up

So much to talk about, so little free time...

Sarah & Paul's Wedding:

I headed down to Washington last weekend for my high school friend, Sarah's, wedding. The wedding was held at Ft. Meyer, an Army base adjacent to Arlington Cemetery once ran by Gen. Patton. It was a hot, muggy Washington day. The ceremony was at one and Sarah looked so beautiful. It was a brief ceremony. My friend Karen and I noticed Sarah's brother was nowhere to be seen. We found out afterwards that he was hospitalized that morning for appendicitis. That was theonly downer.

After the ceremony, we had 5 hours to kill before the reception. Karen, her boyfriend Ryan and I drove to nearby Georgetown and had lunch with Jenn at J Paul's and watched the World Cup. Sans Jenn, we then walked around some (Ryan had never been to DC before) and took a quick jaunt to Arlington Cemetery.

Since it was still super muggy, we only went to see JFK's grave. Here's the view of DC from the grave:



All around the cemetery, there are signs asking visitors to please have respect for the premises and to keep voices to a minimum. And around JFK's grave, there are bonus signs reading "SILENCE! RESPECT!". Apparently, one tourist was illiterate because from 30 yards away, she was yelling to a guard, "EXCUSE ME, EXCUSE ME GUARD??? WHERE IS THE WHITE CROSS?? THE WHITE CROSS??". The guard, looking mortified at the woman, put his finger to his mouth and asked her to speak in hushed tones. Her classy response, "Why do I have to be quiet? There's nothing but DEAD PEOPLE around here!" Personally, I think the woman should have been shot on sight, or at least fined $100. 50 feet away is the white cross, which denotes RFK's grave. Across from the grave is a little monument and reflecting pool. Despite signs asking visitors from touching the monuments, that didn't stop ANOTHER tourist from leaning on the monument, on her CELL PHONE, yelling, "I'm at the cemetery. *pause* The CEMETERY." Karen, Ryan and I were horrified by all of this. Such disrespect. This is why other countries hate us.

Finally, the reception came. We ate, we danced, we talked. Below are some pics from the event. The first is of Karen and I. Number 2 is of Sarah, Paul and I and number 3 is the WJ posse that attended the wedding:





Congrats Sarah & Paul!!!

Tom Petty #8

Voyage #8 to see Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers at Madison Square Garden last night was exactly the same as voyage #7. The concert was more sing-a-long than the Virginia show. Tom played the exact set and wore the exact outfit. I was stupid and forgot to recharge the batteries on my camera to take any additional pictures. I just stood and danced and enjoyed the show. The new song "Square One" is really good. "Refugee" and "You Wreck Me" are two of my favorites.

I also bought a hooded jacket commemorating the 30th anniversary of Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers. Alas, there were no tour programs.

I Scream

I love my job. I've been there for a little over two weeks and in that time, have been given free ice cream 4 times. The first 3 came from Cold Stone Creamery ice cream cakes. Today was Tenant Appreciation Day in my building. In the lobby, we were given free Good Humor ice cream bars and a raffle to win an iPod or digital camera. Luck has been on my side so far. Let's just hope it continues.

Quote of the Day:
"Some people like my advice so much that they frame it upon the wall instead of using it." -Gordon R. Dickson.

Wordplay

Thanks to the good people at Time Out New York, I was able to see a free screening of the documentary Wordplay the other night. It's about crosswords and the people who love them. Among those who do, Mike Mussina and Jon Stewart, who both appear in the film. I love them as well, but am not in the film.

Crossword puzzles have been a staple in my life for the past 15 years. I find them relaxing and fun and it was nice to see people who share my passion for them...even if they are a little more extreme than I.

If you love the documentaries Spellbound and Word Wars, then Wordplay will be right up your alley. Even Erin, who doesn't do crosswords, found the documentary funny and interesting. Go see it!!

Quote of the Day:
"Intellectual growth should commence at birth and cease only at death." -Albert Einstein

Tom Petty #7

Last night I made my 7th pilgrimage to see Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers. This is a special tour, with the band celebrating their 30th anniversary. I took the train down to Washington, DC and headed to the Nissan Pavilion. What made the night even extra special was going with Jenn, who had never seen Mr. Petty before. She was even treated to see the rare side of me called "Super Happy Fun Ellen". Tom Petty shows are the rare occasions I let Super Happy Fun Ellen appear.

We had awesome seats (thanks TomPetty.com pre-sale!!). Trey Anastacio of Phish phame opened. I haven't listened to much Phish in my day, but did enjoy his set. Tom was as awesome as ever. Stevie Nicks came out for a couple of songs. Although an incredible concert, I have seen better TP&TH shows. Still, lots of fun. Only 9 more days until Tom Petty #8 at the Garden.

Here are some pics from the big evening.








Quote of the Day:
"Redemption comes for those who wait / Forgiveness is the key" -Tom Petty, "Lonesome Sundown"

Pardon the Girly-Girl Gushing

I am in love. I am totally and completely in love. That's capital L-O-V-E. And like so many men before, he doesn't know and doesn't care. Tonight, Cheryl and I made a pilgrimage to the Barnes & Noble in Union Square to meet the uber-dreamy CNN journalist Anderson Cooper. He was there promoting his new book. Thanks to Cheryl saving a seat, I was saved an extra 45 minutes waiting in line. I also learned that Cheryl, is in fact, really Cynthia Nixon. I had no idea I was among the famous all this time.

When it was my turn, he shaked my hand. A very nice, warm, firm grip. I really had nothing to say to him, unless it was to make a complete fool out of myself and declare my undying love for him. Instead, I spent my few precious moments with Anderson blatantly staring at him and looking into those beautiful, piercing (though not quite at the Cal Ripken echelon) blue eyes. He thanked me for waiting in line and I went on my merry way.

Take a look at these pictures and tell me he's not the cutest thing ever. Anderson Cooper. *sigh*




Quote of the Day:
"I love that if you have a crush on a boy, you can call your agent and get to meet him. That's probably the biggest perk." -Claire Danes on Being Famous

Change of Address

Fear not, I am not leaving the comfy confines of Hoboken, but I am changing addresses of sorts. My tenure at ABC News was very-short lived, with Friday being my last day. No, I wasn't fired for any incompetence, rather quit on my own volition because....

...I got a better job offer. On June 5th, I will start a new job as a researcher for the ESPN game show, "Stump the Schwab". I'm really excited and think this is going to be a great opportunity.

However, I have many friends still working on the Medical Mysteries series at ABC. So when it's on in July, be sure to watch.

Quote of the Day:
"When in doubt, make a fool of yourself. There is a microscopically thin line between being brilliantly creative and acting like the most gigantic idiot on earth. So what the hell, leap." -Cynthia Heimel

New Job

Yesterday I started my new job at ABC News. I'll be working on stories involving brain injuries AND werewolves!

Quote of the Day:
"Sanity is a madness put to good use." -George Santayana

You Paid $22,000 For That?!?!

Yesterday was Cheryl & Ellen's Day of Fun: Part Deux. We left Hoboken and headed to the big city. Upon our arrival, we went to Christie's auction house. The purpose was to see an Impressionism and Modern Art preview, but because I have no concept of time, realized we were 2 days early for the preview. After looking at some silverware, we poked our heads into an actual auction that was going on.

It was a photography auction and there were a lot of fancy looking people holding paddles. During the auction, Cheryl and I learned two things: 1) A world exists where money really is no object. 2) Cheryl and I really missed our calling. There was a close-up photograph of a cigarette butt that sold for $22,000, while a photo of Marilyn Monroe & Arthur Miller only went for $2,000. There were some creepy photos that went for obscene amounts of cash and some pretty ones that were a steal. The auctioneer was British, so that added to the fun. I had so much fun and would love to go to auction again.

After pounding the pavement a bit, we ended up at a furniture store so Cheryl could find a wedding gift. I found the most comfortable chair ever. Alas, I didn't have $3,500 to buy it. Perhaps I can sell a photograph or something.

Alas, the Day of Fun: Part Deux had to end at some point. Hopefully Cheryl & Ellen's Day of Fun: The Wrath of the Day of Fun will happen soon.

Quote of the Day:
"I have often wondered how it is that every man loves himself more than all the rest of men, but yet sets less value on his own opinions of himself than on the opinions of others." -Marcus Aurelius

New York Billy #5

This was, without question, THE GREATEST CONCERT I HAVE EVER SEEN!!!! This tops Tom Petty at the Tweeter Center on July 6, 2001 -- a setlist that included "TIme to Move On" and "The Best of Everything" played acoustic. This tops Ella Fitzgerald in June 1991. Hell, this tops my very first Billy Joel concert when I was sitting in the front row. Looking at tonight's setlist, you'll see why, followed by many, many comments.

Cold Spring Harbor:
* Everybody Loves You Now

Piano Man:
* YOU"RE MY HOME
* Piano Man

Streetlife Serenade:
* The Entertainer

Turnstiles:
* Angry Young Man
* Summer, Highland Falls
* Miami 2017
* New York State of Mind

The Stranger
* Movin' Out
* Scenes From an Italian Restaurant
* Only the Good Die Young

52nd Street:
* Stiletto
* Zanzibar
* Honesty
* Big Shot
* My Life

The Nylon Curtain:
* LAURA
* She's Right on Time
* Allentown
* Goodnight Saigon

Glass Houses:
* All For Leyna
* Sleeping With the Television On
* It's Still Rock & Roll To Me
* You May Be Right

An Innocent Man:
* Keeping the Faith
* An Innocent Man

Greatest Hits Vol. I & II
* The Night is Still Young

The Bridge:
* A Matter of Trust

Storm Front:
* We Didn't Start the Fire
* AND SO IT GOES
* The Downeaster Alexa

The River of Dreams:
* RIver of Dreams

Bonus:
* Highway to Hell (Chainsaw)
* Pop Goes the Weasel

* I don't know where to start. My Wish List is finally complete. I actually teared up (or it may have been excessive sweat) when he started playing "You're My Home". It was the only song I hadn't heard live that I really, really, really wanted to. After that, he immediately went into "Miami 2017". I was dying. Later in the show, he did "Sleeping With the Television On" and "All For Leyna" back-to-back and I was near hysterical.

* There were 2 girls sitting next to me when I took my seat. 5 minutes later, they got selected to be upgraded to the front row, While I felt a twinge of jealously, I was happy for them and knew I had a little more room to dance around.

* The show was being recorded for a live CD entitled 12 Gardens Live. Yay!!!

* After the second song, a banner was raised to the rafters to celebrate Billy's 12 sold out Garden shows. A balloon drop followed.

* Usually during "Goodnight Saigon", crew members who were in the military come up on stage. Tonight, current armed forces were up there. Everyone gave them an extended ovation.

* Billy gave the roadie Chainsaw a motorcycle after "Highway to Hell".

* This was the first time I have ever heard "Laura", "Honesty" or "And So It Goes" live. "And So It Goes" is one of my favorites, so that was a real treat. I hadn't heard "A Matter of Trust" on this tour, so that was great to hear too.

* He played 5 of my 6 all-time favorite songs: "Summer, Highland Falls", "Miami 2017", "All For Leyna", "Sleeping With the Television On" and "Angry Young Man". Tonight was the closest thing to a perfect setlist. Only the additions of "Captain Jack" and "Sometimes a Fantasy" would have made it truly perfect. But this was really ideal. And what added to the ideal-ness: No "I Go To Extremes". No "Don't Ask Me Why". No "Big Man on Mulberry Street".

* The man played for 3 HOURS!! He didn't get off the stage until 11:20pm. By far the longest show I've seen. The crowd was completely into it.

* I was jumping and dancing and singing and yelling the entire time. I was completely soaked and quite thirsty by the end of it. This has been such a great 4 months getting to see Billy all these times. He's a legendary performer and I feel so lucky to have the opportunity to see him perform in his hometown with fellow diehards. I've gotten use to seeing him every few weeks. It's going to be a letdown to not see him at the Garden every once in a while.

* The Tom Petty concerts begin in June. Billy set the bar really high. Should be a fun summer.

Quote of the Day:
"Don't take any shit from anybody." -Billy Joel

How Do You Get To Carnegie Hall?

I know, you look at me and think, "rock & roller". True, I loves my classic rock, but I am more than a one dimensional music fan.

Around my junior year of college, I started listening to classical music, after Top 40 radio annoyed me more than entertained. I found it so relaxing, and it was a great way to listen to a long span of music without commercials. Seeing as I didn't go to parties, clubs or date much on Saturday nights, I usually turned to the radio for my weekend entertainment. I would listen to the live broadcasts from Symphony Hall, hearing Keith Lockhart conduct the Pops or Seiji Ozawa conduct the BSO. It soon became something I eagerly anticipated.

Even now, if there's nothing on TV, I'll turn on the Light Classical station and peruse a pile of magazines or snuggle with a new book of crosswords to occupy my time. It's probably the closest thing to meditation I know.

So when I came across an e-mail saying the BU Symphony & Chorus were going to perform at Carnegie Hall to commemorate the inauguration of new BU president Robert Brown, I thought it would be fun to check it out. I found cheap tickets and dragged Erin with me. I've always wanted to go to Carnegie Hall and this seemed like a good event to make my maiden voyage.

After walking many, many, many stairs, we took our seats in the nosebleed section. I must admit, it was awesome to be in the same room all the great performers from Billie Holliday to Andy Kaufman have played in. However, the excitement of being in the venue dissipated pretty quickly.

Considering this was supposed to be a celebration, the music was among the most depressing I have ever heard. The show opened with a trumpet/trombone duet, creating a wall of sound, which it did, just not in a Phil Spector good way. It went downhill from there. During Act II, they had a movement entitled "the Angel of Death". Welcome to BU, President Brown!

Erin and I considered leaving early, but good manners got the best of us. If nothing else, at least I know how to get to Carnegie Hall.

Quote of the Day:
"It is by acts and not by ideas that people live." -Anatole France

The Big 5-9

Let us take a moment to wish a happy 59th birthday to the patron saint of the Genius Switch, Mr. David Letterman.

I had an excellent birthday yesterday. the highlight was dining at Naples 45 with Erin, Meg, Cheryl and Suzanne. We had a great dinner (including a free 2nd pizza for me). It was topped off by a trip to Cold Stone Creamery. Yay ice cream.

A great big thank you to all who wished me a happy birthday. As I said last night, turning another year older is a lot easier when you have great friends around you.

Quote of the Day:
"Dave is not a little weird. He's a quirky genius" -Rob Burnett on David Letterman

The Big 2-8

Happy Birthday To Me,
Happy Birthday To Me,
Happy Birthday Meeeeeeeeeeee,
Happy Birthday to Me.

YAY!!!!

Quote of the Day:
"If the facts don't fit the theory, change the facts." -Albert Einstein

David Sedaris is F'n Awesome

In August of last year, I came across an ad saying David Sedaris (bumping Dave Barry as my favorite writer on the Hierarchy) would be doing a book reading at Town Hall for March 31, 2006. On September 10th, I bought tickets. After a 6 month wait, the day finally came.

Erin and I went to Town Hall. We sat in the 6th row and received our programs. Already excited and thinking it couldn't get better, it did. Sarah Vowell, author of the brilliant book Assassination Vacation and The Partly Cloudy Patriot, would be doing the introduction.

Just as the lights dim and Sarah comes on stage, 2 people two rows in front of me take their seats. My first reaction was the same as anytime people get to their seats, especially good ones, at the last minute. I'm annoyed for them not getting there earlier and why be so late if you have good seats. Of the two women, one looks really familiar. Lo and behold it's Amy Sedaris, David's sister, star of Strangers with Candy and frequent favorite Letterman guest.

Sarah's intro was very funny. David comes on stage wearing a blue & white stripped shirt and an orange and white tie. The first essay he reads was in the New Yorker a couple of months ago, regarding a sheep and a crow. The second was a truly brilliant essay to be published in an upcoming New Yorker about his family's experience with a baby-sitter while he was 11. The family stories are always my favorite and even better with Amy sitting so close. She has such a distinctive laugh, and interesting to see family react to his stories. The third was about going to the doctor in Paris. He then read some entries from his diary and did a Q&A before calling it a night.

Town Hall was packed -- not an empty seat to be found. All to hear a man read. And paying good money to hear a man read. I have all of his books, not only on tape, but audio is well. And as amazing he is to read, hearing him gives his essays a whole new dimension. With the Q&A he is so quick witted, making even the most banal question interesting.

Amy was wearing a green and white dress with black fishnets. I'm not sure if I should find it amusing or creepy that a 40-year old woman carries a Sylvester the Cat pencil bag in her purse.

All in all an A+, 5 star, two thumbs up evening. I highly recommend reading David Sedaris' work, especially Me Talk Pretty One Day and "the Santaland Diaries" from Holidays on Ice. "Santaland" is the funniest piece of work I have ever read -- ever.

Quote of the Day:
"A fanatic is one who can't change his mind and won't change the subject." -Winston Churchill

Curling

I know this may come as a surprise to my post- high school friends, but once upon a time I was quite the athlete. I was a star on the soccer field, was a dominant competitor during Garrett Park Elementary's Field Day and was the Virginia-Maryland District Bowler of the Month November 1995.

Before 8th grade, there was an announcement that all after school sports were cancelled due to county budget cuts. I was saddened by this because I loved playing sports and being outdoors. I had been known for being a bundle of energy - wanting to be involved in absolutely everything.

By that second year of middle school, all that changed. I became a latch-key kid. It was during this time I started getting into soap operas. It became much easier to go directly home, turn on the TV, make a Mama Celeste pizza and get my homework done before the evening. The spark of laziness was lit.

Over time, it just became easier to be lazy and stay in the confines of the house. Any athletic ability I had had dwindled and that bundle of energy dissipated.

However, I had a bit of a reawakening on Friday, when I joined Beth and Frank at an open house for the only Olympic sport I actually watched, Curling. Yes, curling.

We drove to the center of entertainment Plainfield, NJ. We signed forms and had one shoe duck-taped. Then, we went onto the ice. We were given a very quick tutorial on how to release the stone. Then we got to take turns doing so. You can see my curling form in the photo below:




Unfortunately, due to the number of people who also wanted to experience the joys of curling, we were unable to sweep or do anything else. Regardless, I think it is a safe assumption that you will not be seeing me in Vancouver in 2010. But we did have fun and that's the most important thing.

So has this experience renewed my interest in exercise and competition? In a word: no. But it is fun to leave the house every once in awhile.

Quote of the Day:
"Everything is funny as long as it is happening to Somebody Else." -Will Rogers

Peter Tomarken

I didn't have cable growing up. One of the few things I looked forward to visiting the family in New Hampshire was watching cable -- especially the USA Network. As a child, the USA network had everything I could possibly want in television. The Cartoon Express gave me Richie Rich, Shirt Tails and the Laff-A-Lympics. At night, it was WWF Prime Time Wrestling with Bobby Heenan and Gorilla Monsoon, doubling the amount of wrestling I usually only got on Saturday mornings at home. But the afternoon game shows were my favorite part of the day. I watched Sale of the Century (which, at 6 years old got most of the questions right), $1,000,000 Chance of a Lifetime, Jackpot and my most favorite game show of them all, Press Your Luck.

I cannot begin to describe the pure love I had for that game show. The lights of the big board, the schemes of the Whammies, the big red button -- everything about Press Your Luck was perfection. Another vital element to the show was the host, Peter Tomarken. He wore loud, plaid blazers with wide, striped ties. He read corny odes and limmericks to Whammies at the end of every show. Bottom line: Peter Tomarken was awesome.

Because of my fond memories of Press Your Luck and Peter Tomarken, it brought sincere sadness to read of his passing from a plane crash yesterday. He was 63 years old. His wife and another passenger were also killed. What brings even greater sadness, is that he was flying for a wonderful cause. Tomarken owned the plane and donated its use to Angel Flight West, which provides free transport for needy patients. The plane was en route to San Diego to pick up a passenger when it crashed. Early reports site engine trouble as the cause.

Reading the news, it always seems like the bad people outlive the good. It's not fair.

Quote of the Day:
"The superior man is modest in his speech, but exceeds in his actions." -Confucius

Oscar Observations

It was a return to glamour...for the men at the 78th Academy Awards. While the men have been on the rebellious side of formal wear in recent years, it was nice to see the traditional black tux make a comeback. Nobody epitomized this better than Mr. George Clooney, who was true perfection.

As for the ladies, they played it safe for the most part. I don't see any of these dresses going down in Dress Hall of Fame -- in both the Best and Worst dressed categories. If I had to give a top 3 they are:

1. Salma Hayek
2. Meryl Streep
3. Sandra Bullock

And the bottom 2 are:

1. Charlize Theron
2. Naomi Watts

Amy Adams had the best earrings. Michelle Williams had the best make-up. Felicity Huffman had the best accessory (other than her husband William H. Macy), for the broach pinning her bun.

I think Dolly Parton needs to stop seeing Joan Rivers' plastic surgeon.

It was wonderful to see my man Jack Nicholson back at the Oscars. It hasn't been the same the past couple of years without him. Also glad to see David Letterman and Steve Martin make cameos at the beginning. Jon Stewart got off to a shaky start, but improved greatly as the show progressed. I very much enjoyed the Robert Altman segment. A fitting tribute to a long overlooked director.

I could have done without the 20 minutes of monologues. I hated the music that played throughout the speeches. I was disappointed for the Academy not recognizing Don Knotts, Darrin McGavin and John Spencer during the tribute to all those we lost in the past year.

Overall I was satisfied with the show. Not the best, not the worst. Until next year...

Quote of the Day:
"The best way to make fire with two sticks is to make sure one of them is a match." -Will Rogers

New York Billy #4

Last night was Billy's record-tying 10th show at Madison Square Garden. I got to hear 3 of my 5 favorite songs. You know the drill by now...:

Cold Spring Harbor:
* Everybody Loves You Now

Piano Man:
* The Ballad of Billy the Kid
* Captain Jack
* Piano Man

Streetlife Serenade:
* The Entertainer

Turnstiles:
* Angry Young Man
* SUMMER HIGHLAND FALLS
* New York State of Mind
* Miami 2017

The Stranger:
* Only the Good Die Young
* She's Always a Woman
* Movin' Out (Anthony's Song)
* Scenes From An Italian Restaurant

52nd Street
* Zanzibar
* Big Shot
* My Life

Glass Houses:
* Sometimes a Fantasy
* It's Still Rock & Roll To Me
* You May Be Right

The Nylon Curtain:
* Allentown
* Pressure

An Innocent Man:
* Keeping the Faith

Storm Front:
* We Didn't Start the Fire

River of Dreams:
* The River of Dreams

Extra:
* Highway To Hell

* The first that I've heard "Summer Highland Falls" on this tour. It's my favorite song so that was a highlight it itself. The one-two punch of that and "the Entertainer" got me super hyper. And with "Sometimes a Fantasy" and "Captain Jack" soon to follow, he really got the place going.

* The most energetic crowd thus far. Legendary record producer Phil Ramone was in attendance.

* I think Billy might of had a cold or something, because he played a couple songs less than the other concerts. Luckily, one of the songs cut was "I Go To Extremes" because I really don't like that one and usually use it as my bathroom break.

* Tonight I was sitting dead center in the back, so I took that opportunity to look at the lighting of the show and realize just how wonderful it is. Then again, everything with his show is top notch.

* I must admit that I was a little disappointed he didn't do something a little more tonight seeing it was a Saturday and it was the 10th show, but the cold might have had something to do with that. Although his voice was in fine form. With that said, if I hadn't gone to the last show and was hearing "Summer, Highland Falls", "Miami 2017", "Sometimes a Fantasy", "Captain Jack" and "the Entertainer" at the same show for the first time here, I would be declaring this the best show ever

* What is so interesting, the moment that really gets the crowd going is when the roadie Chainsaw comes out and covers "Highway to Hell". After that, the crowd is on it's feet for the rest of the show.

* Still no "You're My Home". I have one more show on April 24th to hear it. This has been such a great winter to have all these opportunities to see all of these Billy shows. Only in New York...

Quote of the Day:
"It's a wonderful night for Oscar. Who will win?" -Billy Crystal