revenge of the bookeaters...

so early yesterday, i was invited by a friend to join him at a benefit for 826 NYC at Town Hall. 826NYC is a nonprofit organization dedicated to supporting students ages 6 10 18 with their creative and expository writing skills, and to helping teachers inspire their students to write (verbatim from their website). all teaching is 100% volunteer based and they have two locations in brooklyn. i'm actually thinking about stopping by and offering my writing or photography skeeeelz.

the show was hosted by Daily Show correspondent John Oliver (oh lovely anglo) and included an interesting array of talent portions, including songs by random siezing asian chick Thao Nguyen, and dude duo Department of Eagles(who, i'm sorry to say, had the worst man haircut that i've ever seen from my forty yards away in my life), and talking points by Ira Glass and Kyp Malone.

Oh hello PAUL SIMON... it's not everyday that Paul Simon randomly walks out onto a stage to sing you a few ditties. I was in heaven. And then this completely beautiful african woman (whose name is not on the website so i can't tell you who she was... but she was amazing) came out and sang a few songs. And i swear to you... suddenly i felt like i'd listened to the entire soundtrack of the power of one in four minutes. extremely powerful voice. i'll need to research who the heck she was.

then writer Jonathan Franzen brought out Bobby Cannavale, Patricia Clarkson (who i just want to lick), Parker Posey (who i also just want to lick), and Tunde Adebimpe. they read a 16 page piece that Franzen had concocted about New York. it was brilliant.

two hours of awesome sauce, all for an amazing cause... loved it.

and then this morning i wake up to try and find a pair of jeans that i can wear under my new gray boots, and somehow manage to squeeze my suddenly smaller ass into an old pair of size 6 jeans that i haven't been able to fit into in the last year. so let this be a lesson, go support the arts and your ass gets smaller.

woot.

make it snappy... snappy

i know normal people would complain when they have to work seven day workweeks, but not me... because i'm CRAZY! luckily both of my career outlets are different from each other, and one allows me to get creative and meet fun and interesting new(ish) people.

i bought a new camera last week, and spent the last two days testing it out. i'm going to have to memorize the manual, but for now, please enjoy the joyousness that is my new canon 40d (her name is samantha fyi).

this is amy:


and this is tristan:


i really do love working with actors... they tend to be really expressive and up for anything festive (which i appreciate).

i found myself walking around manhattan today with tristan (who is actually a friend of mine from seattle that now lives here as well... but he's not prehistoric...obv), and we witnessed thousands of marathon runners enjoying (or suffering through) the first few moments after finishing the race. i've made one serious conclusion about marathon runners... crazy. these people are crazy. i'll just be over here, thinking about the situps that i'll never do.

bon weekend... i'm just exhausted.