I really should be writing a post about my 8-day, 6-night, 3-country, 2-train-ride, 1000+-photo caper in Europe. For now though, I just want to give Fab.com a shoutout. You made my day. First with this real product called Ostrichpillow…
Then a great reminder for all…
A couple of guys were giving out rims of paper at a street corner this morning when I was inching my way to the office. I was mildly puzzled: Really? What made some paper company think it’s a good promotional ploy to give away a whole pack of printing paper? And why would I want to be carrying around something this heavy?
Well… I am very happy to stand corrected.
I had to travel to San Francisco this weekend, and therefore I had the good fortune of participating in the 41st San Francisco Pride Parade. My lucky star shone on me for I was able to drag Brilliant Sulk to walk in the pride with me.
Yes you heard that right. WE. WALKED. IN. THE. PARADE.
(Apparently it was not that hard at all to just WALK in a parade… When there’s a will, there is a way)
Yes there were “protesters”. Some preacher guy was on a soap box, literally, with a mike yelling something about sinners, and Jesus, and The Lord, and Wrong. A woman yelled back, “Jesus would fuck a man!” Laughter broke out. The preacher guy shot back, “You are a wicked wicked young woman. The Lord would wash your mouth with soap.”
Of course, I sure hope The Lord worries about more important things other than washing somebody’s mouth with soap.
For several hours, I basked in the gorgeousness of people. The joy of life. The wonders of possibilities.
I hesitate in taking pictures of people without their permission. I want people to know that I take pictures of them because I find them beautiful, that I can see their spirits shining through and not because I am gawking at them. I caught their attention and they posed for me. Afterwards, we blew kisses at each other. I had the urge to run across the street to tell them, “Stay fabulous.” I wish they could see this post. Stay fabulous.
When I pointed my camera at him, again I felt awkward. Despite the flamboyant make-up, he exuded quiet dignity. I lowered my camera, paused, and mouthed, “Could I take your picture?” He smiled in return. Then again, we blew kisses at each other.
I ended up taking more pictures of the spectators. The exuberance was uncontainable and I soaked it in through the camera lens. I found beauty in all.
Maybe it is because I am was a “theatre person”, I always pay more attention to what happens when the show is over. You see a side of the performers that are undeniably human and I find the untold stories fascinating.
The ironic thing was, at the end of day, the one picture I hastily snapped with my phone while we were waiting to start was probably my favorite of them all…
Amidst the droning of idiocy that we hear and read about every day, esp. that propagated by the network with an animal name, for one day, I was proud to be part of the human race, part of the American fabric.
Pride.
You can see all the photos on Flickr.
Just admit it. You've wanted to say this many many times...
I got something from The Husband last night. Something I believe that will allow him to forget my birthday this year. Honey, you are already forgiven!
THE best baby book ever. Really. If you know someone who just had a baby, or who is going to have a baby, RUN, don’t walk, and order this book for them. They will love you for it.
And it is possible that you may be saving their sanity.
If you have gone through this, the so-called sleep training, you probably have said this, nay, SCREAMED this inside your head, many many time.
WHY won’t you just SHUT THE FUCK UP and GO TO SLEEP?!
Yeah. That.
Then you probably felt guilty for screaming inside your head at your kid.
Yeah. That too.
Well, I hope this book will help absolve the sense of guilt you feel from time to time. No. You are not alone in feeling this way.
The Husband and I also really bounded overnight by staging dramatic readings of this book. I have to say, he did an awesome job in expressing the frustration. I did not realize he’s a method actor esp. when he was saying all the F word in his reading. Very convincing. Mine? Not so much.
Just when I thought this could not have been even more awesomer. Guess what? They have an audio version of this. Professionally done of course. Go ahead and guess who is the narrator.
Guess!
Ok. Fine. I will give you a hint.
Get out of here! Right? For real? For realz.
Dear Internet, I love you. That is all.
Now… for THE. BEST. THING. THAT’S. HAPPENED. ON. THE. INTERNET. Since yesterday when the world was given NPH’s opening number at the Tony Award.
Now, you know what I am going to say right?
Yup. Imma gonna go the fuck to sleep myself.
Tony Awards.
As a quote unquote Theatre Person (Notice how I spell Theatre the “wrong” way? Yeah, that’s the sign I AM a theatre person) who nevertheless has been living so far away from the epicenter of theatrical creativity aka NYC, I always find Tony Awards a bitter sweet event. Wishing does not bring about peace. Let me just put it this way. Still, once in a year, I bask in the glory, vicariously through television broadcast and now more than ever YouTube, of the community of thespians.
I will shut up now so you could watch the opening performance at the Tony Awards last night. NPH. “Broadway: It’s not just for gays anymore!” FUCK YEAH AWESOME!
Tru dat! And while we are at it, shouldn’t somebody go and sign him up to host the next Oscar now too?! Oh, what am I saying? Just sign him up for everything already!
p.s. I have to thank Brahm for posting this video first!