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Although it has been two years since I worked on a production of A Christmas Carol there is apparently a portion of my brain being used to store information about the props list. Last night I had a HORRIBLE NIGHTMARE about the show.
It is the opening performance 10:30 am matinee. I am at the theater and discover we have run out of all of the food props. Molly from the scene shop has been enlisted to go prop shopping while the crew presets. She is wearing a green shirt. She has to go to Safeway (across town) because for some reason we’ve ordered a 16″ chocolate sheet cake with chocolate icing.
The list includes:
– 1 box instant mashed potato flakes
– 1 jar microwavable brown gravy (Mysteriously the “turkey” is not on this list; I can only conclude in Dreamland there is enough turkey in the prop fridge).
– 1 box Maple Brown Sugar Quaker Instant Oatmeal – It has to be Maple although I will only use half a packet of powder flavoring because Scrooge thinks the flavor is too strong when the whole packet is used.
It is 9:30 am. Molly has to get the Safeway, buy the props and cake and return in time for me to prep & set the oatmeal for the top of Act I. Also, she has to do all of this on her bicycle.
That is when I awoke in a panic. My Man says I have been in this business too long.
Much of my high school poetry was inspired by boys. As was this gem, circa 1990. (All rights reserved.)
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One time when prop shopping I picked up a few vintage Ms. magazines. They are very cool to flip through.
I can’t wait to read “1972 Diary of a mad 12 year old.”
My other favorite part is the tabloid collage with the article “Lovely Christabel Breaks Years of Anguished Silence to Tell: How Fan Magazines Can Make You A Real Woman”.
“You were a moldy, hairy tooth
cancerous in my throat.”
Or if you want the whole set for your very own, check out my eBay listing (as of 3-25-12).
Vintage Ms. Magazines, Lot of 4 – 1972, 1972, 1990, 1991
Spring / 72 Preview Issue – Inside pages in good condition; cover in Fair condition – fading. One center page has come loose. Original subscription coupons in tact.
Contains the famous “I want a wife” article by Judy Syfers and “Three Women, A Poem for Three Voices” by Sylvia Plath.
Contains “Woman’s Body, Woman’s Mind / Whatever Happened To The Male Pill?” by Leonard Gross
Great color spread tabloid collage
Amazing graphics “Diary 1972 of a mad 12 year old.”
Ms. The World of Women Premiere Issue 1990 – Very Good Condition
“Why I [Still] Want a Wife” by Judy Brady
Ms. The World of Women Volume 1, Number 4 – Very Good condition
January / February 1991
“1990 The Year That Was”
Woman + AIDS
“Women in the Dark / Of Sex Goddesses, Abuse, and Dreams” by Gloria Steinem
I was looking for an empty notebook when I found these odd notes, presumably from 2008 when The Fox and I were living in Birmingham, England. For our private 4th of July celebration we visited Scotland, stopping in Kilbride which is where his family is originally from.
As for the comments about Admiral Nelson, I can only say that we were humored to see references to him everywhere we went in the UK. For some reason I thought these particular notes worthy of writing down. The handwriting is unsteady as if I were in a moving car.
Nelson joined the navy @ 13, made lieutenant at 19, captain at 21.
5′-5″ or 5′-6″
above average for the time,
been shot in belly & head.
Blind in one eye & missing pas WT arm.
(not sure what “pas WT arm” means)
(Maybe I was trying to come up with the British version of “out in Bumf*ck Nowhere.”)
It’s no secret that Japan is the country of vending machines… but this is new: Tokyo-based beverage company Asahi Soft Drinks took the wraps off a vending machine that not only offers drinks but also sends out Wi-Fi signals within a 50m radius.
The Wi-Fi will be available for free, is accessible with multiple devices, without registration, and for anyone to use (meaning users won’t have to buy any drinks to go online through the machine). It’s possible to use the web for about 30 minutes before the machine cuts you off (re-connecting is possible, however).
What a perfect compliment to Coffee in a Can!
Now you can serf the internet while drinking Wanda Wonderful Coffee.
The first is always tasty.
For about a year I lived on the third floor of an apartment building on Polish Hill in Pittsburgh. That was the only place I ever lived alone. I loved that apartment despite its many flaws, like the horrible bright red carpet and the constant hum of the traffic on the bridge. The entrance was through the backyard and up a staircase. There was an open air back porch although I didn’t use that much. The kitchen floor sloped significantly which was not unusual for buildings in Pittsburgh. The floor evened out in the living room then sloped the other way in the bedroom. The best part was an enclosed front porch overlooking the Bloomfield Bridge. I spent a lot of time chilling there with my giant cat Oliver.
Oliver has lived with my mom for the past few years. He died last month. I miss the kitty!
A friend sent this article this morning. I’m glad all the people are okay, but humored that the building is considered worth $300,000 – in a real estate developer’s dream!
A raging fire in Polish Hill was so intense that firefighters had to back out of the building and the people who live there still cannot get back in.
A neighbor that first spotted smoke billowing out of the windows on the second floor of the six-unit apartment building on Bethoven Street.
At first, the other tenants had no ideathey were in danger.
Note the article says “Bethoven Street.” That is because the street signs say “Bethoven” instead of “Beethoven”. This due to some long ago clerical error. Citizens were always trying to get it changed but others would fight back with a “That’s how WE spell it” small town mentality. I wish I had a picture of the street sign. I do have a mixed cd labeled Bethoven No.3 that I just ran across last week. I guess that’s what I’ll be listening to today. While living there I remember rediscovering the band Letters to Cleo, whom I had liked in high school but not really understood. It made more sense sitting watching the traffic on Bigelow Boulevard.
Just living on a Sunday morning,
got my toast and tea and I’m warm and
I just thought I’d think about.
All the things to get and keep getting,
never enough not enough and never ending.
I just thought I’d think about….
And it might be…
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
but could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
here and now, here and now.
Growing in the overgrown backyard were silver dollar plants which my grandmother, who had recently passed away, used to keep dried in vases. I had never seen them living before.
I don’t have many pictures from when I lived in Pittsburgh, but I did make friends who are close to this day. Cheers to Polish Hill and goodbye Bethoven Street.