chanaleh: (scream)
From the department of Now It Can Be Told: Neil Gaiman and Amanda F***in' Palmer have admitted to the general public that yes, in fact, they are dating.

I would just like to say that I called it months ago, even without benefit of following Neil on Twitter. >:-)

Amanda writes: finding someone who understands me…really, really understands me…is a miracle. it’s never been this easy. we don’t need to change each other at all. it may sound absurd but he’s the only man i’ve ever met who’s willing to love me unedited, to take me as i am, completely, utterly. )

... On which note, I think I'm going to go slit my wrists now. But that's a story for another day.
chanaleh: (scream)
First off, congrats to the fabulous [livejournal.com profile] jessruth, newly-minted Master of Social Work! Note that I am bravely resisting the urge to use BLINK TAGS to show you all how proud I am of her. But imagine they're there.

So it's Tuesday, I've been at the New Job more than a week now, and -- ki tov, ki tov. :-) The first two days were a little slow, leaving me wondering what in the world I was doing there, despite how pleased and excited everyone seemed to have me on board. But then things I can Actually Do start to trickle in, and suddenly I see where I fit in. And it does seem a remarkably good fit. And it turns out that wearing skirts every day is not, actually, problematic.

Meanwhile, Tiger Boy has been in the Grand Canyon on a father-and-son rafting trip all this week -- completely out of phone range, never mind email (in fact he left the phone back with the luggage in the hotel storage). More than anything else, it's weird to get ready for bed by myself. *sigh* But I have, needless to say, been keeping insanely busy in his absence. Such as going to NYC for Shabbat instead of assembling wedding invitations. )

I WILL be working on invitations tonight, and possibly some of tomorrow night, if any crafty people feel like coming over to help me punch holes and tie ribbons. :-)

Thursday night is the [livejournal.com profile] tremontstshul Lag B'Omer BBQ. Unfortunately, it is simultaneous with the penultimate rehearsal for SomerVaudeVille. Fortunately, the effect of that has been to (finally!) mobilize the Great Reduce-Dependence-On-Erica Campaign, spearheaded by [livejournal.com profile] ablock and [livejournal.com profile] brass_rat, both of whom rock.

And Tiger Boy will be flying in this coming Friday morning, on the redeye... just in time to hear Neil Gaiman on Friday night! We bought 8 tickets from MIT the day they came out (thanks to a word from [livejournal.com profile] nacht_musik); everyone said "Oh, it's Kresge, no danger of it selling out" but, ha ha, [livejournal.com profile] millionyear and [livejournal.com profile] pandemonium_bks have done a bang-up job of peddling the tickets and, lo and behold, there may not be any left on site the night of the event! We have 1 of our 8 left, though; anyone want to join us? Preference will be given to those who are NOT being tapped to help cover services at [livejournal.com profile] tremontstshul at the same hour. :-}

And now, to get dressed and eat breakfast, 'cause -- aah! must leave the house in 25 minutes!!

other, nicer things

Wednesday, April 4th, 2007 09:19 pm
chanaleh: (chagall)
Anyone want to go see Donizetti's L'Elisir D'Amore at the Boston Conservatory Theater (5 minute walk from the Hynes T/bus stop), tomorrow (Thursday) night at 8pm? I've never seen it and would like to. Tickets are $16.

Good things (near-past to near-future): Helped strike Arms and the Man (and subsequently partied with [livejournal.com profile] theatreatfirst; I am pleased to say that, yes, both of these pursuits involved arms as well as men). The glorious Big Fat Geek Wedding of [livejournal.com profile] hammercock and [livejournal.com profile] trowa_barton. First seder at [livejournal.com profile] toyb's (15 people). Second seder at [livejournal.com profile] tremontstshul (81 people). Having the luxury of going to shul both Day 1 and 2 of Pesach (ganz Hallel, Tal, and Birkat Kohanim: a liturgical hat trick!) and not even having to cover any Torah reading. Getting to see Mr. and Mrs. [livejournal.com profile] hatam_soferet. Omelets at the Deluxe Town Diner with a friend from the Family Opera, with whom I'd basically lost touch after Antiphony but caught up again when I went to see Kids' Court. Interest expressed in going contra dancing at MIT, which ranks high on my list of things I fail to do often enough.

Although I don't change over my dishes for Pesach (I sell/lock up my chametz, but I go pesadik-by-ingredient), what I *did* accomplish the week before was to finally get my meat dishes out and washed and in use. I've been meaning to do this since we moved last July, and words cannot express how happy it makes me. Among other things, it means that we are now fully equipped to enjoy the several pounds of (fleishig) seder leftovers in our fridge. Also, I am currently eating chopped liver on matzah, which I must say beats out peanut butter any week of the year. ;-)

Only three weeks until Neil Gaiman et al. in NYC!

And, despite the disgusting snow/sleet/muck outside (insert obligatory comment about schizophrenic New England weather here), Tiger Boy is on his way home to join me for dinner, so I had best go fire up the microwave. :-)

Moadim l'simcha, y'all.
chanaleh: (muffin)
Tiger Boy has written the following three things* on the grocery list:
 lox
 apples
 floss

And therefore every time I walk past the refrigerator, I can't help but think of "Snow, Glass, Apples". ;-)

Speaking of which, I was reading interestedly about Neil Gaiman's New York appearances April 25-26. Trying to go to some of these would be a no-brainer** except that [livejournal.com profile] jessruth's semester doesn't end until May 4, so I was gonna wait until after that to road-trip to NYC. Anyone already have plans to attend any of these? Are there even still tickets available?

*I also need milk, now, but I hate to write it in and mess up the pattern.
**Although, I suppose, I could be gainfully externally employed again by then already. Hmm.
chanaleh: (leaves)
I rarely get a chance for naps, and I had two of the best naps ever this weekend. Friday night after brisket dinner (I hate to say it, but there really is nothing like getting a nap while everyone else does dishes ;-) on [livejournal.com profile] ablock's couch. And then yesterday afternoon, with company. I know how beautiful it was outside... but I was exactly where I wanted to be.

'Twas also Talk Like A Pirate Day! I listened to our Fall '02 recording of Pirates of Penzance, but that was about it. Avast! Hark ye, I decree that next year we be plannin' more piratey goodness for t'observance. A screening of PotC? A landlubbin' excursion to the Pirate Museum?

In between, of course, there was the fabulous [livejournal.com profile] roozle-[livejournal.com profile] sunspiral end-of-summer love-in party. Colder than any weather I can remember for it. ([livejournal.com profile] kalessin: "You missed the swimming! It was great!" Me: *runs to put on a sweater*)

Also yesterday evening, I finished reading Smoke and Mirrors, Neil Gaiman's short story collection. It ends with "Snow, Glass, Apples" which I had never read before and which is Oh My God Brilliant. As soon as I had finished it, I turned back to the first page and immediately read it again.

Over Rosh Hashanah I got an idea for a story. Or at least, a framework for a story I want to tell. Or a concept that excites me that I want to flesh out. Or something. -- Yes, in shul. The Rosh Hashanah liturgy is among my favorite texts. Malchuyot. Zichronot. Shofarot.

Wednesday the Revels people are putting on a Fall Equinox RiverSing around the Weeks Footbridge. A couple of us Menschenfolk are going (I already submitted that I'll be late to Io rehearsal. I end up missing these kinds of observances usually, and they gratify my secret pagan streak). If anyone wants to join me, please do.

Memo to self: this afternoon, remember to leave at 5pm for blood drive appointment.
chanaleh: (dancing)
At some length, as best as I can now recall. :-) I've been piecing this together in scattered minutes over the past week, that's why I've been so quiet in the interim.

Thursday: First Night )

Friday: Playing hooky from work, though not from shul )

Saturday: 'Life just doesn't get any better than this.' )

Sunday: Kind of a wash, unfortunately )

Incidentally, since there were no Masquerade programs, here's the one crucial piece of information you should have gotten: One Man Star Wars is Charles Ross, who is (a) fucking brilliant and (b) now touring with his One Man Lord Of The Rings Trilogy.

Monday: Closing goodness )

Next stop: Iolanthe! (First singthru was last night. I'm in the chorus.)
chanaleh: (south park)
Is there anyone going to the con today who is *NOT* planning to stay to attend the Hugos tonight, and would like to lend me their badge on behalf of a deserving starving-grad-student and Gaiman fan? :-}
chanaleh: (leila)
PHYLLIS: But I'd rather have half a mortal I do love, than half a dozen I don't!
STREPHON: Oh, I think not -- go to your half-dozen.
PHYLLIS: It's only two! and I hate 'em! Please forgive me!


Life is never boring when it's imitating Iolanthe. (Perhaps I shall put on some glitter and explore my fairy nature. Just in time for auditions next week.)

[livejournal.com profile] ablock: So now you are going to go to Worldcon and not hook up with anyone?
[livejournal.com profile] chanaleh: That's pretty much my plan, yes.
[livejournal.com profile] ablock: Riiight.
[livejournal.com profile] chanaleh: I am capable of restraining myself, you know.
[livejournal.com profile] ablock: I'm just saying the timing is... ironic.

The bit that's actually ironic, though, is that [now that I have actually met someone new who seems worth serious interest, and decided that I would like to pursue this avenue if possible,] technically this is perhaps the least "attached" I have been anytime in the last, oh, five (six?) years. (Except for last September, but anyone who was there will note that I was still pretty entangled even at that point.)

I am practicing detachment. I am taking things slowly. [Insert notes to self on time dilation phenomena here.]

Which is good for me on its own merits; otherwise I don't think I could face this at all. But I am.

I am coping by taking long walks: to work, from work, rambling around Central Square late at night.

As of this morning, I have lost five pounds.
(Of course, it's also hayfever season, which kills my appetite anyway.)

Still, I think it's going to be a good weekend. And a good con. Neil Gaiman is MC'ing the Hugos Saturday night!
Also, MuffinButtons! Look for me at-con!

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