the ads

the "ads by google" that you see on this blog are not chosen by me, they are generated according to the content of the posts. i can opt to block certain advertisers, but i leave most alone.

that's why in the past week or so, you may have seen ads for your pretty mexican bride, cleaning out your dog's anal gland, and how to determine if your husband is gay.

if only there were a site for all three....

barry's emmy, part IV: the costume shop

i brazenly paid a visit to the skylight's costume shop today (it used to be the skylight comic opera, then it was the skylight opera theater, then the skylight opera, now it's just...um...the skylight. soon it will be known as just sky.) i thought i could get a closer look at my friend barry link's emmy award, but things didn't go exactly as i'd planned, despite my having an excellently laid out plan of attact.

tiny thoughts

• this has gotta hurt. but this must feel amazing.

• d'jever drink yesterday's coffee, re-heated in the microwave, and think it sorta tasted like spaghetti-o's? d'jever pee and think it smelled like sugar smacks?

• what is hillary thinking? no, really. she's an incredibly intelligent woman, right? we know that. so there must be something going on there, some reasoning. in the meantime, obama has moved on.

• while i'm busy rehearsing and sort of non-blogging (and am a bit too concerned about a certain person's golden statuette) i would encourage you to check out blogs from my friends jonathan, brett and jeff. (as well as other recommended blogs under visit these sites.)

• and if you have a bit of time (and a bit of interest) please check out kevin and tomoe, an amazing couple who left big-city tokyo to live a self-sustainable life in a small village in japan. their stories are absolutely fascinating, and the photography is stunning.

did you floss today?

some things are important enough to do everyday. like flossing. calling your mother. avoiding those clipboard wielding greenpeace folks in union square. and reading something new on tuesdays.

if you're checking in to tuesdays today because...well, it's tuesday...here's a bit of spanish news: tuesdays is new everyday. okay, almost everyday. the title of this blog, misleading as it is, does not mean that tuesday is the only day there is new stuff here.

the title of this blog refers to the day back to work in the theater; monday is usually the day off. and no matter how much you love playing the third sorority girl from the left in your big hocha broadway show, or how badly you want to get back to doing your splashy tap solo in "all night strut" at the bristol riverside theater...tuesday is still your monday.

barry's emmy, part III: plan B

ob·ses·sive-com·pul·sive [uh b-ses-iv-kuh m-puhl-siv]
–adjective

1. of or pertaining to a personality style characterized by perfectionism, indecision, conscientiousness, concern with detail, rigidity, and inhibition.
2. Psychiatry. of or pertaining to a neurosis characterized by persistent intrusion of unwanted thoughts (obsessions) or the performance of actions, as repeated hand-washing, that one is unable to stop (compulsions).

–noun
3. a person having such a personality style.
[Origin: 1925–30]

the saga continues...

queen for a day

last time i was in milwaukee, i mentioned that i ran into "my prom date from 27 years ago." and that's a bit of slam to my friend anne.

i went to prom with anne because she was one of my best friends. for a chunk of time, we even dated (anne could probably throw her two cents in here as well.) back then i knew i was different (never, never gay) but it wasn't something talked about in waterford, wisconsin in 1981. except in the women's hushed, chatty gossip about an effeminate local man who sewed for a living. or the angry slurs and jokes among the "men" in the town.

it wasn't something i had come to terms with either, in any way. i figured that at some point i'd get married, have kids, and yell "honey, i'm home" as i walked in the door at 5:00 p.m. i never really understood what i would do with this "other" part of me, with these other feelings. the scenario in my head never played out that far. as far as i was concerned, there was no other option.

if i'd followed that path, it would more than likely be about this time in my life that i'd be tearing my family apart. somehow, someone would have found out that while i was coming home from work at 5 p.m, going to school plays, attending pta meetings, and raising a family, there was a secret -- either acted upon, quietly and in private, or not acted upon -- left to fester and grow, fed by the necessary lies.

luckily, i made a different choice: i chose to be honest.

so today, i'm a little knocked over by this story: just over 22 miles from the high school where anne and i slow-danced to "babe" by styx -- anne wearing a pretty lavender dress (hmm) and me in a white tux with a purple ruffle shirt (hmm) -- uriel gomez, an openly gay high school student, was nominated to be prom queen at his school.

and he embraced it.

whatever you think of this kid, or his classmates, we've come a long way. go uriel.

barry's emmy, part II: music practice

i had music practice for the spitfire grill this morning. my old friend richard carsey is music directing the show, and the subject of barry's emmy came up.