(Yes, it’s the Colson Whitehead zombie book, except for how it’s a book about zombies in the same way that Animal Farm is a book about pigs. Just finished it a few hours ago and am still letting it settle, but I think it might be my new favorite of his.)
Me upon reading this: “Ahhhh! Ahhhh! She’s reading the Colson Whitehead! Ahhhh!” in an odd falsetto.
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Usually I spend - have spent - a little chunk of Sunday evening getting my food together for the week. This is sometimes - has been, had been in my living along days - a couple of hours, especially in summer, of cleaning & cutting up vegetables, cooking stuff, having at least one solid meal ready for each of the upcoming weekdays and all of my weekend-bought vegetables prepped in such a way that makes them easy to deal with during the week.
But somewhere between vegetable fatigue in the weeks before the actual good season kicks in, or just being tired or burnt out or something, lately I have not been feeling it. I still get it done, but not as well, not as happily, and sometimes on Tuesdays. Tonight I made myself get up and get it done, but without much of a plan. So my lunch and dinner tomorrow:
Roast turkey cold cuts; half an avocado if it’s still good; roasted asparagus; kale chips.
Tuna salad w/ cabbage; snap peas.
None of it makes sense, but it will taste okay and keep me fed and Tuesday night I’m not tutoring so I’m making yellow curry with chicken and the rest of the asparagus. I do need to get my shit together, though. Too busy watching Doctor Who and eating patacones.
I was hungry and cranky and after stealing a couple of jordan almonds from a nearby desk I was finally able to get up (hey, receptionist life, three months left of you!) and get to the office kitchen.
And so now I am stuffed from the giant bowl of tuna and cabbage and avocado that was supposed to be my dinner that I just shoved in my face to shush that naggy cranky bored hunger, but if what I’m shoving in my cravey face is tuna and cabbage and avocado I guess that’s a kind of progress.
I don’t think I’ve shared with you, have I, my glowing enthusiasm for what Sutton Foster is doing right now in Anything Goes, nor my (surprised) love for the entire production, and, why not mention, my ongoing love for Sutton Foster in general? Roundabout has for the first time in YEARS done something right - not counting deciding to import an awesome production of The Importance of Being Earnest - probably in hiring Kathleen Marshall to direct and choreograph, because what Kathleen Marshall does is take sweet, old, creaky musicals and make them sparkling and brilliant. What Sutton Foster does is command every inch of your attention, while dancing and singing the fuck out of everything. But even watching her and Joel Grey (duh, credit also due) WALK IN SLOW STEPS AROUND EACH OTHER was one of the most compelling things I’ve ever seen on a stage.
One of the good things about Roundabout, other than this happy accident - seriously their track record is so abysmal that I can give them no conscious credit - is their HipTix program, which offers, like, $25 tickets for folks under 35. No rush, no standing in line at the box office. Tickets in advance, all civilized-like. The seats are way up in the back, but do not worry, Sutton Foster’s every note and oddly, charmingly gawky twitch will easily reach you.
The orgy of tap dancing that ends the first act was so glorious it brought tears to my eyes. Basically a religious experience.