Family. Those people who you never get to choose to be in your life. Good, Bad. Indifferent. What is family? "Family denotes a group of people affiliated by a consanguinity, affinity or co-residence". To me family is a difficult concept. I have had a hard time dealing with my family, at least those of "consanguinity". I am not a fool, and I know that life is suffering (I did take Global studies in high school, and thanks to Mr. Hagerty, I know Buddha said so), but sometimes you need a break from it. So when for the second time in your life, you find out that someone has died who is consanguineous with you, and you find this out form a friend/acquaintance, it makes you take pause and wonder. Now, I have not had a relationship with my blood relatives in some number of years.
Ever since I came out to my Mother and Father, over ten years ago, our relationship deteriorated. They forbade me to tell other family members, which strained our trust. A few years later, after some really hard times in life (joblessness, moving to Florida, moving back to Albany, crack-den apartments, loss of friends, deaths of relatives) Alex and I decided to have a commitment ceremony, to sanctify and add legitimacy to our relationship. The hardest thing I ever had to deal with, was the phone call from my Mother, telling me she did not agree with this decision, and that she and my father would not be attending. This hurt me so much, and our relationship never recovered from the loss of faith I had that day. This was worse than my family not being there for my senior presentation , of the research I did in my internship in college, This hurt more than the loss of friends I had for years after coming out. This hurt more than physical injury. This cut so deep, it left an irreparable scar. I never recovered that part of my life. Fault? Does it matter. Mine. Theirs. Ours. It is what it is. Could I have tried harder? Yes. Could they? Yes. It is over and done. Water under the bridge.
We live with our choices, and I have. I have become a stronger person from this loss of family. I have grown and learned. I have become a successful registered nurse, with a purpose and I have grown and cultivated new family. I have deepened and intensified my relationship with Alex over these past ten years, to the point where I feel there is nothing either of us could do or say to end it (and I never would want to)! I have a every growing group of friends, some close, some far, some only far in distance. I have great co-workers, great pets, great acquaintances. I have more self-confidence and love for myself then I have ever had before.But then you take a blow to the heart. Then you get smacked down again. Am I sad to learn that my Grampa, my big, loving pal for my entire childhood passed away a week ago? Of course I am. He was the person I got my sense of humor and my loyalties from. He always told me “I tease you because I love you. That’s how we show love in this family, Pal.” He always called me Pal.. He always cried at special events. He always was my Grampa. And now he is gone. I am sad and angry. Angry about his obituary that mentioned he was survived by three grandchildren (my cousins), his daughter and son in law (aunt and uncle), son in law and his wife (my father and apparently my step-mother?). There was no mention of me. At least in my Mother’s obituary I was mentioned. I guess it hurts so much, because it exemplifies the cliché “You don’t even exist to me.” Oh and to add more fun, I find out that my Gramma, my teacher of cooking, my caretaker, my sage of sewing and homemaking, who was my mom when Mom couldn’t be, died years ago.
We all have to deal with death. We all deal in disappointments and let-downs. I know this. This in no way is meant to be a “woe is me” story. My real intent here is to make some things know to those people I share my life with now. I am truly blessed to have my husband, my contractually obligated life partner, Alex, with me every step of the way, from now until whenever. He is my best friend. We may not be the couple we were 6 years ago. We may not be the couple we are now in another ten years. We are however, the best family we can be for each other. Love and anger. Happiness and depression. Fun times and chores. We are together. We are our family.
I can never underestimate the power of friends. I can never say enough for how wonderful friends are, and how they enrich and enhance a life. I can only say, that in my view, so many friends are my real family. I can’t mention everything everyone has done or is to me (I could, but you all would never read this!), but I can highlight some of them: Firstly, Carissa. How can I imagine that we have been friends for thirteen years? That I have see her in some of her best moments (Aurora, Antonio and Mariella, and Leo) and some of her worst (that I don’t even need to mention). She is so good and so close to me. I may not be there all the time, but our relationship has blossomed and grown since that first day I moved her into her dorm room in Lima Hall, and realized she was the eldest daughter of the head of the Natural Science Dept…my department in college.
Next comes my faerie princes, my Jo-Jo. Johanna has been my sister, my Aunt, my friend, my love and my trouble-making companion for over ten years now. I love her like a sister. Even though we are so far apart in distance, every time we get back together, it is like only minutes have passed. We mesh so well, and have such fun together, how could we not be destined to be family? Add in her lovely family of Christian, Mary Ann and Wesley, and I always feel like I have a mom and dad by proxy. Thank you for being my double-breasted scissor-tailed thrush!
Then there is Michael. My love from high school.. Not only was she brave enough to go to the prom with me, but she was my right hand girl. We haven’t see each other in so long, but soon we are meeting again. She has always been my jokester and buddy. She remembers silly things from high school, and makes me smile when I look back. Her words are always sage and thoughtful, caring and kind. Thank you Mike, for being there.
To my adopted family, I am so grateful. We come from different worlds, but somehow we make it mesh. Merideth, Josh, Max, Sarah, Jiggs, Kyla, Mark and Nancy…thank you all for your love, acceptance and inclusion. Thank you for being there for Alex and I. Thank you for being family to us. To the new family. My bears and cubs and wolves and otters and armadillos, flamingoes and aardvarks. Christopher, Scott and Keith, James and Peter, George and Paul, Jon and Wayne, Brian, Felix and Eric, Ben, and Michael. You guys are wonderful. You guys are my extended family. My family that I got to choose. We might have little tiffs, or get snippy with each other, but the love is there. I love game nights and BBQ’s, house parties and Real House Bear excursions. I look to you for the sense of family that I sometime miss. I look to you for support, love and friendship. So that’s it…in a long drawn out sappy letter. I thank you all for being there. If you can take anything away from this, please just do this. Cherish your family, consanguineous or chosen. Love them. Take some time today or tomorrow or sometime soon, and listen to the song “For Good” from the Wicked sound track. Here is an excerpt that always gets me:
“I’ve heard it said
That come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don’t know if I believe that’s true
Because I knew you.”
Sunday, May 3, 2009
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Thursday, April 23, 2009
religious right to hijack our country which I hope to write about later today.
Until then have a great day.
My first mobile blog update. Things are good. I have a job and life is getting back into a routine.
I have some thoughts on the latest attempts by the
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
A Moment of Silence
Please observe a moment of silence in honor and memory of Yom Ha'shoa, Holocaust Remembrance Day.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
A Man and His Cat!
From Kenneth in the 212:
Animal behaviorist Kevin Richardson helps Meg, a 408-pound lioness, get some relief from the sweltering South African heat this week in the Crocodile River just south of the Magaliesburg mountains, near Johannesburg. Talk about beautiful! I haven't seen such a foxy feline since my boy Tweet used to catch some rays in my parents' backyard in Phoenix ...
Animal behaviorist Kevin Richardson helps Meg, a 408-pound lioness, get some relief from the sweltering South African heat this week in the Crocodile River just south of the Magaliesburg mountains, near Johannesburg. Talk about beautiful! I haven't seen such a foxy feline since my boy Tweet used to catch some rays in my parents' backyard in Phoenix ...
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Cathing Up!
I know I haven't posted in a long time. Things have been kind of crazy here. Since my last posting, I was able to find a job and have started work. It is a job with a great company, with lots of room for advancement. The work isn't exactly rocket science, but then I wasn't looking for that anyway. It feels great to be an active and productive member of society again and to be contributing to the household finances. My better half, J, is coming off of orientation at his new hospital this weekend and is really enjoying his new job as well. Because he works nights, we do not see all that much of eachother during the week, but we have been making a lot of the weekends when we do see one another. We have also been expanding our group of friends and have really been trying hard to meet new people and get out there more.
On the family front; later this month my father will be celebrating his 70th birthday and that is just blowing my mind. It is hard for me to grasp that he is the same age as my grandparents were at my earliest memories. It also reminds me that I probably won't have too many years left with him. I hope I do. And I hope he lives to a ripe old age. My neice is going to be turning 4 later this month as well. Not as big as my Dad's 70th, but still, it seems like yesterday she was born. Finally, our best friend will be delivering her twins next week. It's been a long road for her and we are anxious to meet the two little hell raisers.
So the other night I was watching Grey's Anatomy and we finally learned that Izzie has melanoma with mets to the brain and liver. Two weeks ago, when she had the mole removed, I knew what the diagnosis was going to be. As soon as I saw the mole, I knew and it also brought up a shit load of emotions for me. You see April 30, will mark the 20 year anniversary of my mother's death from Metestatic Melanoma. Over the past 20 years, I have coped with these anniversaries pretty well. I try not to ignore them, but I also try to go about my everyday activites. This year is different. I am taking the day off from work and I am hoping to do something fun and nice in remembrance of my mother.
I was 16 when she died. Which means, I have now lived a majority of my life without my mother in it. Her illness and subsiquent death changed my life forever and more than I could ever grasp. If she had lived, I don't know if I would be in the relationship that I am now in. I don't know where my life would have led me. But, I know that I would have had my best friend around. There was so much I wanted to tell my Mom before she died and now, 20 years later there is so much I wish I could tell her about my life. I know she knows everything, but to not be able to have those conversations is heart wrenching. I also wonder what her life would have been like. Would she have found the love of her life and gotten re-married? Would she have found her dream job? I just don't know. I mean, no one knows. It was cruel that she was taken from me when I was so young and crueler to my grandparents and my uncle. I lost a mother, but they lost a sister and a daughter. Parents should never outlive their children. I saw what her death did to my grandparents. They were never the same after she died. They were always sad and had a far away look in their eyes. I mean, they created her and I guess when your child dies, it is like a piece of you dying.
For me, it wasn't like a piece of me died, it was like a piece of me was torn away from the rest of my body. The woman who I was supposed to be there for me through special occassions and hardships wasn't there for the hardest. Although she tried to prepare me for what was to come and arrangements were made for my well beign and I had a great support system in place, nothing can completely prepare you for a loss of this magnitude. It paralyzed me. It sent me into shock. There was a year or two where I just walked around like I was alive, but everyday wondered how I would make it to the next. It was gut wrenching and when special days would come along and my friends would be celebrating with their family I got angry. Not at my mother, but at God, at my friends, at my family. I stopped going to temple. I withdrew into myself. I stopped being the person everyone had known and became someone that no teenager should become.
People told me I just needed let it out and I would feel better. I needed to yell at my mother and get angry at her. People said I just need to get over it and move on. But how do you do that when you are 16, feel alone and scared? You don't. You never move on from something like this. You never get over it. In the past 20 years, I have learned to deal with it. I have learned how to cope with my emotions so that I can lead a normal life. What people didn't understand, and I know I am not alone, my mother didn't just die. I watched her die. I was there from day she was diagnosed to the minute she died. I witnessed, with my own eyes this wonderful, vibrant woman who loved life deteriorate into a woman who couldn't go to the bathroom by herself and couldn't dress or shower herself. I witnessed the life of person who gave me life, slip away and go out like a candle. That leaves an imprint on a young person. The day she died and the minutes leading up to it are as clear today as they were when they happened. I still see the hospital room and where everyone was the exact moment she died. It is an image that will never leave me.
I am writing this, not to bring everyone down, but to just get this all off of my chest. I am going to try to update this blog more regularly, but bare with me as I get used to this whole working thing. Finally, I just want to thank you for reading.
On the family front; later this month my father will be celebrating his 70th birthday and that is just blowing my mind. It is hard for me to grasp that he is the same age as my grandparents were at my earliest memories. It also reminds me that I probably won't have too many years left with him. I hope I do. And I hope he lives to a ripe old age. My neice is going to be turning 4 later this month as well. Not as big as my Dad's 70th, but still, it seems like yesterday she was born. Finally, our best friend will be delivering her twins next week. It's been a long road for her and we are anxious to meet the two little hell raisers.
So the other night I was watching Grey's Anatomy and we finally learned that Izzie has melanoma with mets to the brain and liver. Two weeks ago, when she had the mole removed, I knew what the diagnosis was going to be. As soon as I saw the mole, I knew and it also brought up a shit load of emotions for me. You see April 30, will mark the 20 year anniversary of my mother's death from Metestatic Melanoma. Over the past 20 years, I have coped with these anniversaries pretty well. I try not to ignore them, but I also try to go about my everyday activites. This year is different. I am taking the day off from work and I am hoping to do something fun and nice in remembrance of my mother.
I was 16 when she died. Which means, I have now lived a majority of my life without my mother in it. Her illness and subsiquent death changed my life forever and more than I could ever grasp. If she had lived, I don't know if I would be in the relationship that I am now in. I don't know where my life would have led me. But, I know that I would have had my best friend around. There was so much I wanted to tell my Mom before she died and now, 20 years later there is so much I wish I could tell her about my life. I know she knows everything, but to not be able to have those conversations is heart wrenching. I also wonder what her life would have been like. Would she have found the love of her life and gotten re-married? Would she have found her dream job? I just don't know. I mean, no one knows. It was cruel that she was taken from me when I was so young and crueler to my grandparents and my uncle. I lost a mother, but they lost a sister and a daughter. Parents should never outlive their children. I saw what her death did to my grandparents. They were never the same after she died. They were always sad and had a far away look in their eyes. I mean, they created her and I guess when your child dies, it is like a piece of you dying.
For me, it wasn't like a piece of me died, it was like a piece of me was torn away from the rest of my body. The woman who I was supposed to be there for me through special occassions and hardships wasn't there for the hardest. Although she tried to prepare me for what was to come and arrangements were made for my well beign and I had a great support system in place, nothing can completely prepare you for a loss of this magnitude. It paralyzed me. It sent me into shock. There was a year or two where I just walked around like I was alive, but everyday wondered how I would make it to the next. It was gut wrenching and when special days would come along and my friends would be celebrating with their family I got angry. Not at my mother, but at God, at my friends, at my family. I stopped going to temple. I withdrew into myself. I stopped being the person everyone had known and became someone that no teenager should become.
People told me I just needed let it out and I would feel better. I needed to yell at my mother and get angry at her. People said I just need to get over it and move on. But how do you do that when you are 16, feel alone and scared? You don't. You never move on from something like this. You never get over it. In the past 20 years, I have learned to deal with it. I have learned how to cope with my emotions so that I can lead a normal life. What people didn't understand, and I know I am not alone, my mother didn't just die. I watched her die. I was there from day she was diagnosed to the minute she died. I witnessed, with my own eyes this wonderful, vibrant woman who loved life deteriorate into a woman who couldn't go to the bathroom by herself and couldn't dress or shower herself. I witnessed the life of person who gave me life, slip away and go out like a candle. That leaves an imprint on a young person. The day she died and the minutes leading up to it are as clear today as they were when they happened. I still see the hospital room and where everyone was the exact moment she died. It is an image that will never leave me.
I am writing this, not to bring everyone down, but to just get this all off of my chest. I am going to try to update this blog more regularly, but bare with me as I get used to this whole working thing. Finally, I just want to thank you for reading.
Monday, March 2, 2009
I Am Alive!
Hey everyone. I am alive. Things have been real crazy/busy here. I promise a complete post sometime in the next couple of days. Lots to tell and write about.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Thank You!
Just a quick note of thanks to those who posted comments regarding my pity-party the other day. I generally try not to be so down, but once in a while I just have to get things off of my chest. Your comments were very well received and made me feel better. So, I thank everyone who commented and those who just read.
Now, onto some lighter fare:
-Ted Haggard was on Oprah the other day. He is working the talk show circuit to pimp his new documentary. Now, I am not one to judge (well actually I am) but this is a wreck. He doesn't see himself as gay, which is fine. He doesn't see himself as bi. He doesn't really see himself as straight. He says his therapist (whom I would love to meet) says that he is just a complicated man. Wow! He's complicated! I don't know, math problems are complicated. Breaking up with your boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse/partner is complicated. World affairs are complicated. Sexuality, I don't see that as being that complicated. You either like dick, pussy or both. Oh wait, it can be comlicated when you have been brainwashed by a religious cult and believe that gays and bisexuals are sinners and going to hell.
Thank god I am Jewish. I don't believe in hell.
-Iceland became the first country in the world to have an openly gay leader. I hear that members of the Topeka Baptist Church were going to go protest, until they found out that it was just Iceland and not Ireland. The Reverand Phelps is sure to have his panties in a knit over this one.
-ABC recieved the most nominations this week in the annual GLAAD Media Awards. Fox breathed a sigh of relief as they did not get any nominations.
-Speaking of FOX, their news division, FOX News is trying to become more "fair and balanced." This week, with President Obama pushing is economic stimulus package (and it's a big package of stimulus at that), FOX News was the one network that balanced democrats and republicans almost equally. Everyother network featured more republicans by almost a 2 to 1 margin. Go figure that one out.
-Rod Blagojevich was impeached by the Illinios State Senate this week. His hair has hired an agent and is shopping it's own story of survival now.
Ok folks, well that is my weak attempt at some humor and some headlines of the week. Have a great weekend.
Now, onto some lighter fare:
-Ted Haggard was on Oprah the other day. He is working the talk show circuit to pimp his new documentary. Now, I am not one to judge (well actually I am) but this is a wreck. He doesn't see himself as gay, which is fine. He doesn't see himself as bi. He doesn't really see himself as straight. He says his therapist (whom I would love to meet) says that he is just a complicated man. Wow! He's complicated! I don't know, math problems are complicated. Breaking up with your boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse/partner is complicated. World affairs are complicated. Sexuality, I don't see that as being that complicated. You either like dick, pussy or both. Oh wait, it can be comlicated when you have been brainwashed by a religious cult and believe that gays and bisexuals are sinners and going to hell.
Thank god I am Jewish. I don't believe in hell.
-Iceland became the first country in the world to have an openly gay leader. I hear that members of the Topeka Baptist Church were going to go protest, until they found out that it was just Iceland and not Ireland. The Reverand Phelps is sure to have his panties in a knit over this one.
-ABC recieved the most nominations this week in the annual GLAAD Media Awards. Fox breathed a sigh of relief as they did not get any nominations.
-Speaking of FOX, their news division, FOX News is trying to become more "fair and balanced." This week, with President Obama pushing is economic stimulus package (and it's a big package of stimulus at that), FOX News was the one network that balanced democrats and republicans almost equally. Everyother network featured more republicans by almost a 2 to 1 margin. Go figure that one out.
-Rod Blagojevich was impeached by the Illinios State Senate this week. His hair has hired an agent and is shopping it's own story of survival now.
Ok folks, well that is my weak attempt at some humor and some headlines of the week. Have a great weekend.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Family Guy Quote of the Day
Peter:
What do you want me to do whack a guy, off a guy, whack off a guy cause im married.
No Direction At All
A little over a year ago, I was promoted in job and transfered to a new hotel in Danbury, CT. My partner and I vowed that we would make it work, even though he would be staying in Albany due to his own work obligations. In my new position, I was an Assistant General Manager of a hotel, I had risen pretty quickly in the corporation and was considered one of their "Golden Boys." At the end of January last year, I came down with a nasty case of bronchitis/strep throat/pink eye and wasn't getting any better. Despite several trips to the emergency room in Danbury and the doctor's office here in Albany, my work schedule was such that I could not take time off enough to rest and recouperate. Finally, in the middle of February last year, I had what could only be described as an emotional and mental breakdown, and left my job to return to Albany.
Since that time, I have been trying to sort out where I want to go in life. I took a couple of months to rest and get better and then in the beginning of June, I had a relapse, which when I went back to the doctor's office, he told I had mono and had probably had for quite a while. After spending two more weeks in bed, I finally felt well and began trying to pick up the pieces. My partner has been wonderful. But, I just wasn't sure where I was going. In July, right before the market crashed, we bought our house, using money that had been left to me by my grandparents. At that time, I decided that I would go back to school in September for computer information systems. However, the stock market kept losing points and my portfolio kept getting leaner and leaner, I decided it was best to forgo school and concentrate on finding a job.
I had several promising interviews with a local company and after two months of waiting and interviewing, I was informed that I was not selected for employment. I kept trudging along. To fill my time, I filled out volunteer applications with various political committees, only to not be called. As the autumn turned into winter, I vowed that I would definately start to school in January. I had all of my paperwork turned in and I was approved for the loans; however, there was no news on the job front and my stock portfolio kept loosing value. In total, my portfolio had lost 2/3 of its value. Because of that, I couldn't justify taking out more loans for school when I didn't have a means to pay them back (a smart move I thought).
Now, here I sit, almost a year after leaving my job and I get constant rejection letters every day from companies that I have applied to telling me that I am either not qualified or over qualified. My last interview was three weeks ago. I waited a week and half and called the company back only to be told that they had gone with someone else, then to see the same ad in the paper the next day. I have applied at Target and Barnes and Noble and got a nice rejection from Target the other day and have never heard back from Barnes and Noble. I have applied to three employment agencies, went in to two of them and never heard anything back, even though I have emailed and called.
Now, I just have to sit and wonder what I am doing wrong. I know it is a bad job market, but thiis is getting ridiculous. I have redone my resume about a dozen times in an attempt to make it more suitable. I have sent out resumes to companies that aren't hiring only to hear nothing in return or getting berated for thinking that I was qualified for a position with them. So, here I sit; it's 1:30 in the morning on January 30, 2009 and I just don't know what direction to go in anymore.
Sorry for the tale of woe, I just needed to get this off of my chest. I hope to have something more cheerful later in the day.
Since that time, I have been trying to sort out where I want to go in life. I took a couple of months to rest and get better and then in the beginning of June, I had a relapse, which when I went back to the doctor's office, he told I had mono and had probably had for quite a while. After spending two more weeks in bed, I finally felt well and began trying to pick up the pieces. My partner has been wonderful. But, I just wasn't sure where I was going. In July, right before the market crashed, we bought our house, using money that had been left to me by my grandparents. At that time, I decided that I would go back to school in September for computer information systems. However, the stock market kept losing points and my portfolio kept getting leaner and leaner, I decided it was best to forgo school and concentrate on finding a job.
I had several promising interviews with a local company and after two months of waiting and interviewing, I was informed that I was not selected for employment. I kept trudging along. To fill my time, I filled out volunteer applications with various political committees, only to not be called. As the autumn turned into winter, I vowed that I would definately start to school in January. I had all of my paperwork turned in and I was approved for the loans; however, there was no news on the job front and my stock portfolio kept loosing value. In total, my portfolio had lost 2/3 of its value. Because of that, I couldn't justify taking out more loans for school when I didn't have a means to pay them back (a smart move I thought).
Now, here I sit, almost a year after leaving my job and I get constant rejection letters every day from companies that I have applied to telling me that I am either not qualified or over qualified. My last interview was three weeks ago. I waited a week and half and called the company back only to be told that they had gone with someone else, then to see the same ad in the paper the next day. I have applied at Target and Barnes and Noble and got a nice rejection from Target the other day and have never heard back from Barnes and Noble. I have applied to three employment agencies, went in to two of them and never heard anything back, even though I have emailed and called.
Now, I just have to sit and wonder what I am doing wrong. I know it is a bad job market, but thiis is getting ridiculous. I have redone my resume about a dozen times in an attempt to make it more suitable. I have sent out resumes to companies that aren't hiring only to hear nothing in return or getting berated for thinking that I was qualified for a position with them. So, here I sit; it's 1:30 in the morning on January 30, 2009 and I just don't know what direction to go in anymore.
Sorry for the tale of woe, I just needed to get this off of my chest. I hope to have something more cheerful later in the day.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Broadway Bound?
This is the best rumor I have heard in a long time: Apparently, writer/actor/director Christopher Guest is thinking about bringing his movie, Waiting for Guffman, to Broadway in the near future. Now, like many theatre fags out there, I am getting a little bit pissed off with all of these movies that are being turned into musicals; however, I love this idea. But, and this is a big but, the cast has to be just right!
Here is the full article, from Entertainment Weekly:
Is 'Waiting for Guffman' goin'...to Broaaaadway?!
Jan 29, 2009, 02:00 PM by Nicholas Fonseca
Categories: Film, Stage/Theater
I was just clickin' around the Internet yesterday when I came across an inexplicably buried item on MTV's website that includes one of the best rumors I've ever heard: According to Joyce Wishnia Jane Lynch, director/actor/all-around walking pillar of awesome Christopher Guest may be taking his beloved 1996 cult classic Waiting for Guffman (a.k.a. The Funniest Movie Ever Made) to Broadway!! Now, this is all speculation at the moment. And furthermore, I'm more than a little tired of the whole movie-to-stage trend that's overtaken Broadway in recent years. But in this case, I say DO IT, MR. GUEST! I can hardly think of a film more ripe for a tongue-in-cheek Broadway show than Guffman, the hysterical mockumentary about a theater troupe mounting Red, White and Blaine, a musical celebrating the sesquicentennial of Blaine, Mo., a sleepy little burg that's widely recognized as the stool capital of the world.
Guffman didn't make a lot of money when it was released, but it became an instant cult classic on home video, and its rabid fan base (what do we call ourselves? Guffies? Bastard People? Ass Faces?) can quote every wondrous line by heart. The cast is an unparalleled gaggle of funny: Fred Willard, Catherine O'Hara, Eugene Levy, Parker Posey, Bob Balaban...and of course Guest himself, whose over-the-top performance as seething drama queen Corky St. Clair never grows old. Oh, and the music ain't so bad, either! Who among us has not wondered what gems like "Stool Boom" and "Nothing Ever Happens On Mars" would look like on a Broadway stage?
Here is the full article, from Entertainment Weekly:
Is 'Waiting for Guffman' goin'...to Broaaaadway?!
Jan 29, 2009, 02:00 PM by Nicholas Fonseca
Categories: Film, Stage/Theater
I was just clickin' around the Internet yesterday when I came across an inexplicably buried item on MTV's website that includes one of the best rumors I've ever heard: According to Joyce Wishnia Jane Lynch, director/actor/all-around walking pillar of awesome Christopher Guest may be taking his beloved 1996 cult classic Waiting for Guffman (a.k.a. The Funniest Movie Ever Made) to Broadway!! Now, this is all speculation at the moment. And furthermore, I'm more than a little tired of the whole movie-to-stage trend that's overtaken Broadway in recent years. But in this case, I say DO IT, MR. GUEST! I can hardly think of a film more ripe for a tongue-in-cheek Broadway show than Guffman, the hysterical mockumentary about a theater troupe mounting Red, White and Blaine, a musical celebrating the sesquicentennial of Blaine, Mo., a sleepy little burg that's widely recognized as the stool capital of the world.
Guffman didn't make a lot of money when it was released, but it became an instant cult classic on home video, and its rabid fan base (what do we call ourselves? Guffies? Bastard People? Ass Faces?) can quote every wondrous line by heart. The cast is an unparalleled gaggle of funny: Fred Willard, Catherine O'Hara, Eugene Levy, Parker Posey, Bob Balaban...and of course Guest himself, whose over-the-top performance as seething drama queen Corky St. Clair never grows old. Oh, and the music ain't so bad, either! Who among us has not wondered what gems like "Stool Boom" and "Nothing Ever Happens On Mars" would look like on a Broadway stage?
I'm Coming Out?
From Perez Hilton:
In Australia, the media has done everything but out swimmer Ian Thorpe.
Long rumored to be gay, the potential apple of Ian's eye is Brazilian swimmer Daniel Mendes.
Thorpe and Medes have been living together for the past three years, and Ian was recently spotted frolicking vacationing with Daniel. The pair spent the holidays between each other's families, and not for the first time either.
Ian and Daniel (has a nice ring to it!) have also attended recent events together.
They were introduced to each other by Ian's former coach, and started out as "training partners" before becoming "friends."
Thorpe's manager, however, says they're "just mates" - which is Australian for "fucking."
[Image via WENN.]
In Australia, the media has done everything but out swimmer Ian Thorpe.
Long rumored to be gay, the potential apple of Ian's eye is Brazilian swimmer Daniel Mendes.
Thorpe and Medes have been living together for the past three years, and Ian was recently spotted frolicking vacationing with Daniel. The pair spent the holidays between each other's families, and not for the first time either.
Ian and Daniel (has a nice ring to it!) have also attended recent events together.
They were introduced to each other by Ian's former coach, and started out as "training partners" before becoming "friends."
Thorpe's manager, however, says they're "just mates" - which is Australian for "fucking."
[Image via WENN.]
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