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zuriick collection — MARVIN BLACK

These are my favorite new shoes.  From a very cool place called Zuriick.  Best thing… gummy bears in the box when they arrived!  Worst thing… they’re in Utah.

 

zuriick collection — MARVIN BLACK.

 

Burned teen’s mom: ‘It’s been a roller coaster ride’ – CNN.com

Amazon.com: Archipelago Botanicals Signature Series Soy Wax Candle Collection Bergamot Tobacco: Kitchen & Dining

I’m back.

It’s been a sparse year. For a variety of reasons I’ve stayed away from posting. Hang tight, there is some interesting things that I’ll be posting soon.

If California is the first failed state… are there more to come?

An interesting thought occurred to me today. With so much talk of California being the first failed US state, how many more will follow? Why is this not alarming to more people?

When I was quite young, I realized that California was somewhat ahead of the curve, the state preceded most of the nation on serious issues (higher education, divorce, recreational drug use) and popular culture as well (artificial tanning, aerobics, ranch dressing). California remains a bit of a harbinger, but to what extent? Both Time and Newsweek have examined the degree to which California has (or will) fail. Why have we as a nation come to accept this state of affairs? What will have to occur before something “gives?”

Increasingly our political leaders are enmeshed in absurdity while we as “common” citizens suffer the consequences of their inaction. The general population grows stupider by the day, less informed about issues and the various details that directly impact our well being. Something has to give. Comment below…

Annual Survey Time! Do it. You know you want to.

Calling all FORMER students: It’s time for my annual attitudes and opinion survey! Take it before August 31st at: http://tiny.cc/ICRdA

NYT: ‘39 Steps’: Unlikely Broadway Survivor

Back from a long hiatus to give a shout out to my friend, Arnie:

The cast of “The 39 Steps,” from left: Jeffrey Kuhn, Arnie Burton, Jill Paice and Sean Mahon at the restaurant Angus McIndoe. The show is “an homage to the theater,” Mr. Burton said

By PATRICIA COHEN

The 1,000-watt celebrities have either gone home or on vacation. The enriching revivals from canonical playwrights have finished their runs, and the Tony winners have packed up their trophies. Starting on Monday there will be just one nonmusical on Broadway: “Alfred Hitchcock’s The 39 Steps.” This joyously wacky four-person show has endured cast changes, runs in three different Broadway theaters and a recession, outlasting pretty much every other straight play without the benefit of elaborate sets or well-known stars.

“It has restored my faith in the simple power of the theater,” said Jeffrey Kuhn, who portrays more than 40 different characters in less than two hours, including a vaudevillian named Mr. Memory, a Nazi fräulein in garters, a cop, a marching band, a pious farmer and a traveling lingerie salesman. His colleague Arnie Burton plays another 40.

Directed by Maria Aitken, “The 39 Steps,” now at the Helen Hayes Theater, follows the general outline of Hitchcock’s 1935 thriller of the same name, in which a hapless man becomes entangled in an espionage conspiracy and has to run for his life. Along the way the actors not only send up the film but also make joking reference to dozens of others.

Yet as Mr. Burton says, “It’s really not so much about a spoof of Hitchcock, which it is, of course; it’s really an homage to the theater.” Not the contemporary theater, where mermaids traverse the stage on wheels and gargantuan mechanical sets get bigger applause than the actors, but the nostalgic version that survives on greasepaint and hammy actors. “It’s a valentine to that kind of creativity and imagination, of doing so much with so little,” said Mr. Burton, who has been with the show since its out-of-town run in Boston in 2007 and its Broadway opening in January 2008.

With just a few props that include a table, ladders, several puppet silhouettes and spotlights, the cast members — with the help of about 12 people backstage — ingeniously recreate a chase atop a speeding train, a suspension bridge, a windy Scottish moor, a London theater and a sprawling mansion. (The show won Tony Awards for lighting and sound design.)

Recently Mr. Burton and Mr. Kuhn were having a pretheater dinner with Jill Paice (who plays three characters) and Sean Mahon (who retains his identity as the square-jawed hero throughout). Ms. Paice, who joined in June, is the newest member of the team.

“I was terribly nervous,” she said. The dizzying pace of character and scene changes demands perfect rocket-launch timing. The group of seasoned actors has quickly developed into a tightknit family, Mr. Burton said. In this type of ensemble performance, he added, “the four of us have to work together as a group, and there can’t be any divas.”

Despite the tightly orchestrated production, unforeseen troubles can arise. One evening Mr. Burton and Mr. Kuhn had hurried into a backstage corner to do a quick costume change.

“Jeffrey kept saying, ‘I’m going to be sick, I’m going to be sick,’ ” Mr. Burton recalled, “and then he starts projectile vomiting.”

“Great dinner story,” Mr. Kuhn interjected.

Both men were in the next scene, but Mr. Kuhn couldn’t appear, so Mr. Burton turned their comic dialogue into a monologue (still comic, he hoped). Mr. Kuhn’s standby got into costume, but by the following scene Mr. Kuhn managed to make it back onstage, albeit a bit pasty-faced.

Mr. Kuhn, who joined the cast in October 2008, right after the financial crash, remembered thinking it would be a short-term job because the production probably would not survive the dead days of January. “I still can’t quite figure it out,” he said. “It actually surprised me that it didn’t take the hit.”

Bob Boyett, the lead producer, said the production is close to recouping its $2.2 million investment.

Now into its second year, the play draws in tourists and passers-by who haven’t necessarily seen the Hitchcock movie or read the John Buchan novel on which it was based, or don’t know what to expect after they step inside the theater. Something clicks about 10 minutes into the show, Mr. Mahon said, when the actors begin to construct the jostling train out of four trunks, and the audience realizes what’s going on. In Ms. Paice’s eyes the audience members function like a character in the play. “They determine what type of show it is,” she said, depending on whether they understand the Hitchcock jokes or respond more to the slapstick. Different audiences have different senses of humor.

Mr. Kuhn and Mr. Burton said they do a rough assessment each night when they hear the reaction to the comic precurtain announcement to shut off cellphones. A big laugh and the actors know the audience is game.

A block away from the Helen Hayes is the Bernard B. Jacobs Theater, where Yasmina Reza’s “God of Carnage” has been residing. It is on vacation and is scheduled to resume performances after Labor Day, ending the brief monopoly of “The 39 Steps” on Broadway playgoers. “God of Carnage” also has four actors — though they are all well-known from television and film.

Mr. Burton related that the producers of “The 39 Steps” initially wanted some familiar names, but Ms. Aitken, who had directed the London production, was adamant. “You have to trust me on this,” she told them. And they did.

“It’s a play that’s been able to run a year and a half without a celebrity or a star,” Mr. Burton added. “It shows it can be done.”

Rick Rips O’Rielly

Air France

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Again, I find myself preaching about airlines! It is simply an outrage that more progress hasn’t been made on the Air France flight 447 disaster. For all we know—people and goddamnit a fucking plane—could still be floating around in the Atlantic somewhere. When I watch the film Titanic, I’m fascinated at how this huge ship could break apart in the ocean. I’m more fascinated that considering that it happened nearly 100 years ago, that the emergency rescue effort was so swift.

How far we’ve come in that hundred years, cell phones, the internet, television, radio, satellites, GPS, Facebook, Twitter, I mean, we are one wired and wireless world. It’s just amazing.

It’s eerily uncanny to me that allegedly, this plane failed and broke up. Therefore, we can assume everyone is dead. Hello? Is everyone INSANE?! Here we have a multimillion dollar/pound/euro piece of machinery. It’s a machine. Machines break, but until we know exactly what happened, we have to assume the best, and not believe the bullshit that some automated computer radioed back to Air France headquarters when no one was looking, or more precisely, when no one really cared. That’s what our grandparents generation would have called “asleep at the switch.” Who knows, maybe the plane did go down, maybe there are survivors, we shouldn’t draw hasty conclusions because of some automated messages that a broken machine sent forward.

I hate flying across the Atlantic. Flying to Europe always happens at night, and when you glance out the window, it’s a dark, cold abyss outside the window. On my trans-Atlantic flights, I often daydream about the horrific “what if” the plane went down? We’d be drifting in the Atlantic, in little yellow life vest, panickedly blowing into the little red tubes on the shoulder, grasping to our seat cushions for safety… if we were smart enough to take them along (you too may have observed that no one on the ill-fated US Airways flight that ditched in the Hudson did)… all this while some techno-savvy controller in some far-away operations center finds our exact location using sophisticated technology that tracks their multimillion dollar piece of equipment, whilst every seafaring vessel in the area makes great haste to get to us survivors before we die of hypothermia. All very Titanic-like.

Only wait… it’s been almost a week. Only 6 ships have made it out to sea to look for our fellow Air France passengers. It’s taken them a long time to get there. There isn’t any controller in a sophisticated operations center, and there is no technology that can track an exact location. Though the technology exists (it’s in my cell phone, my iPod, and my GPS) no one has yet mandated that it be installed in aircraft. Critics claim that the costs are too high. Well I can certainly underst… Excuse me? How high can the fucking cost be? If every aircraft worth it’s salt can pipe in live tv, streaming internet, and phone why the hell can’t it broadcast a telemetric info beacon every few seconds.

beep.

beep.

it’d take less bandwidth than that.

It’s positively shameful that multibillion dollar corporations can invest tens of millions of dollars to research and develop lightweight pallets for cargo transport, but can’t invest a couple thousand to install a GPS device for each plane. So what if no one has yet told them to do it. It’s unconscionable that any airline CEO or COO can sleep knowing that he has made the choice to profit from our peril.

Again folks: I urge you. Vote with your wallet. Demand that airlines consider our safety first. It’s your life, and you only get one of them. Don’t trust it to some corporate profiteer.

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