tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50617732011-09-25T17:15:50.296-05:00Perky PenguinTracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.comBlogger1401100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1152194389640537332006-07-06T08:55:00.000-05:002006-07-06T08:59:49.700-05:00Must. Eat. Camera.Must. Eat. Camera. Originally uploaded by akfirefly76.Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1151638125710446082006-06-29T22:27:00.000-05:002006-06-29T22:28:45.720-05:00I want this shoe.Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1150402775810078112006-06-15T15:16:00.000-05:002006-06-15T15:19:35.853-05:00JoyJoy Originally uploaded by akfirefly76.We're off for the weekend, but I thought I'd share this brand spankin' new picture so everyone can marvel at the cuteness of Gayatri.Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1149182356724095742006-06-01T12:16:00.000-05:002006-06-01T12:19:16.803-05:00Mug ShotMug Shot Originally uploaded by akfirefly76.Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1148180168570600232006-05-20T21:53:00.000-05:002006-05-20T22:00:03.763-05:00Dead Baby PidgeonNot only are birds dropping dead onto the hood of our car and along my path as Gayatri and I take a walk... but now they've figured out how to come through the bathroom, scare my husband so he squeals like a little girl and drops to the floor, and fly frantically around my apartment.Seriously... I've never had so much close contact with nature in my life. And I used to live in Alaska. And if Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1146856286561946362006-05-05T14:10:00.000-05:002006-05-05T14:11:26.576-05:00I have my own online store!! yay! Check it out, and then buy something. heh.Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1146233013827388322006-04-28T09:00:00.000-05:002006-04-28T09:03:33.836-05:00This post is for my dad. Dad... the next time you come to Chicago. I will be able to provide you with extensive hotdog options. I promise. It is so weird, but before Dad wanted a Chicago hotdog, I had seen absolutely ZERO places to get a hotdog. He mentions it to me when he's visiting and we end up getting him a very ugly looking dog from a very suspect little place under the Brown-line L on Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1146057972270575742006-04-26T08:04:00.000-05:002006-04-26T08:26:12.303-05:00I had all these things I was going to post about yesterday and now I've forgotten what they were. Awesome, civilization changing things. Dammit brain.. remember.Ah well... In local news, the Shringarpure family went out for Sushi on Saturday before visiting Charlene and her Eastern Religions class at a temple which has an unpronouncable name. On Sunday, the Shringarpure family enjoyed a day atTracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1145544250794979882006-04-20T09:44:00.000-05:002006-04-20T09:50:12.576-05:00TeethingSo, all week Gayatri has been uber cute, chewing on her hand. As she's just barely 16 weeks, and not drooling I was completely thrown for a loop when suddenly last night she starts fussing mightily. We get her to sleep, and then five minutes into her sleep, she wakes up screaming bloody murder. Nilesh was about to call the doctor when I tried to touch her mouth and she started gnawing on my Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1144729307886219372006-04-10T23:21:00.000-05:002006-04-11T00:08:23.180-05:00Pilot BreadNilesh sat in the backseat with Gayatri as I drove us all home from Cleveland this weekend. I think he took about five hundred pictures. This one made me laugh out loud when he showed it to me.In completely unrelated matters, I got my own Skin Analysis Magnifier Machine and am a busy busy woman! Woo, now the money will come rolling in. First thing on the agenda, pay for the machine. heh. Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1144350401535576232006-04-06T14:06:00.000-05:002006-04-06T14:08:16.686-05:00Flying Monkey GirlI adore this outfit. Hee hee. It's part oompa loompa, part munchkin, 100% cute.Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1143565280813605992006-03-28T10:57:00.000-06:002006-03-28T11:01:20.826-06:00My big toe hurts becase I wore Nilesh's chapels (sandals) to the bank this morning. Granted, the bank is just 1 block away, but that one block was enough to rub my toe funky. Also... I hate hate hate when breastmilk I put in the fridge YESTERDAY smells like sour eggs today. That was 2 ounces down the drain. Thankfully, I trusted Gayatri when she gagged on it and gave it a little taste myself.Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1143153203141324912006-03-23T16:33:00.000-06:002006-03-23T16:40:00.193-06:00Ridin' in StyleGayatri and I are getting in shape for spring! We've been going on walks more regularly now that the weather is turning more pleasant and it doesn't take 4 hours to bundle her up for a jaunt. And this morning we did mommy and baby yoga, which basically consisted of 15 moms with babies ranging in age from 7 weeks to 5 months gathering on yoga mats and pretending to do yoga while really just Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1143054905259231222006-03-22T13:11:00.000-06:002006-03-22T13:15:05.270-06:00Gayatri and I were just heading downstairs to check the mail when we looked outside and saw a gorgeous, sunny spring day. So, even though neither of us was bundled like the rest of the people walking around, we stepped outside. It was a tiny bit chilly, but in the sunshine it felt warm. We just went for a short walk, and my goodness... Gayatri was just looking around like a madwoman. We came Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1142946825269783932006-03-21T07:10:00.000-06:002006-03-21T07:13:45.280-06:00Nilesh is teaching me cricket. It started while watching Lagaan. Now we've got a "cricket word of the day" and I'm even reading the scorecard of the England/India game. Crazy. I think this may be the only sport I've ever enjoyed reading about. Probably because I never had to deal with cricket-jocks in highscool.Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1142542528843042252006-03-16T14:50:00.000-06:002006-03-16T14:55:28.856-06:00Good God.I'm prepping for dinner and thanking whatever gods are out there that I ran my errands earlier today because what was a nice, little windy day is suddenly blizzardy with some hail hitting my apartment window. CRAZY. I love March. And not just because my birthday is this month, but because the weather is always interesting. Dinner tonight is gonna be masala dosa. Nilesh asked if I Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1142462288648429542006-03-15T16:10:00.000-06:002006-03-15T16:38:08.660-06:00I'm currently reading a book called The Mask of Motherhood by Susan Maushart. Pretty interesting read so far. But the reason I'm posting is actually this quote she uses...In the long gullet of this labor, I have come to digest a contempt for the puny world of men. Even for the strongest of them, the marathon is only two hours, weightlifting but a few seconds of exertion. The average woman in Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1142377707504826042006-03-14T17:08:00.000-06:002006-03-14T17:09:15.226-06:00Pre-droolTracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1142032237796342592006-03-10T16:43:00.000-06:002006-03-10T17:10:37.806-06:00I cannot express how much I adore my audible.com subscription. Seriously. I might eventually have taken time to read David McCullough's John Adams. But just being able to listen to it while I putter about the apartment was awesome. How often are you able to learn the history of a great man while washing fenugreek, chopping onions, pumping boobies, feeding baby, and doing laundry...oh shit. Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1140796832149121872006-02-24T09:56:00.000-06:002006-02-24T10:00:32.160-06:00Last week, Gayatri was content for long periods of time to just lay on her blanket and babble and punch. The past two days she wants to be held. Not just cuddled, but held out and "floated" around the apartment. Can I just say, "thank god for my sling." At least I'm able to rest her feet in it and my arms don't get dead as quickly.We're going to have an adventure downtown this afternoon to Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1140744871689492672006-02-23T19:29:00.000-06:002006-02-24T10:01:35.046-06:00JB posted on his MySpace profile that he likes Indian Jones movies. Tee Hee. Now, I can't stop picturing Nilesh in that awesome hat and hearing the music from the film as my husband replaces Harrison Ford in the movies. What if Nilesh just replaced Harrison Ford in all his movies. Witness would certainly be more interesting. And that remake of Sabrina. Uh oh... now Nilesh is replacing Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1140733144103846812006-02-23T15:43:00.000-06:002006-02-23T16:19:04.126-06:00I spent all morning getting Gayatri to sleep, putting her down carefully, and five minutes later having to pick up a screaming baby.I have some halibut in the fridge. Now, I cooked some of it Tuesday (the center mass was still frozen) but need to definitely cook more today. Nilesh wanted Halibut curry. This requires some definite prep. Marinade made, garlic/ginger paste, making coconut milk..Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1140625736114928682006-02-22T10:28:00.000-06:002006-02-22T10:48:53.366-06:00Pigeons BewareI finally finished downloading the five million baby pictures on our camera. And this little gem from grandma and grandpa's visit cracked me up. This picture came about because Nilesh handed me the camera and told me to take pictures of him pouncing on the pigeons. He didn't quite pounce, probably in-law nervousness, but mom and I certainly attempted to pounce those pigeons. Take that, pigeon!Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1140322188601184462006-02-18T22:04:00.000-06:002006-02-18T22:09:48.616-06:00I have this long, unfinished entry just sitting over there mocking me. My birth was not the lovely fabulous experience I wanted. I was trying to write the whole thing out in hopes that sharing and writing would make it better. Instead, here's the cliff notes version.Ended up in the hospital due to small looking baby in ultrasounds.Labored for 25+ hours in the hospital before I was declared to beTracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1136566448292845962006-01-06T10:54:00.000-06:002006-01-06T10:56:14.023-06:00Sour pussHere she is... My darling daughter, Gayatri Juniper. She was born January 2, 2006 @ 3:54pm. She is teeny tiny,4lbs 10oz, but absolutely perfect.I'll post more when I have a little time, both to type and to process what all happened this last week.Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1135517019029619142005-12-25T07:23:00.000-06:002005-12-25T07:29:28.870-06:00What a haul!I'm still crazy. Man... I was wide awake at 4:30 this morning, just waiting for the alarm to go off at 5am. WHY on earth is an adult woman with no children, as of yet, waking up so early for presents? Because after presents we have to shower, get dressed and head out to O'Hare by 8am to spend the morning with my friend Krista on her layover. And, honestly... I didn't want to wait until after Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1134665975415364002005-12-15T10:59:00.000-06:002005-12-15T11:03:42.660-06:00Elsie lookin' damn cuteWell, my mom is prophetic. She posts on my sister's blog that my sister should go check out the photo of Elsie on my blog. When there wasn't yet a picture of Elsie on my blog. But now there is. Wearing the new dress that my mom got her. ain't she cute?Also, if you visit the new set of photos on my flickr page, you'll see another picture of Elsie and one of my pregnant belly! woot!Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1133442707248003512005-12-01T06:58:00.000-06:002005-12-01T07:11:47.260-06:00I'm such a sap for Christmas music. Seriously. I have been craving it so bad that on the drive home from a meeting the other night, I gave in and tuned into the Christmas-lite channel with Delilah. God, I hate Delilah, but there were Christmas songs! Nilesh laughs at me. I've been singing The Christmas Song ("Chestnuts roasting on an open fire...")over and over all day long, everywhere I Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1132665338986802332005-11-22T07:11:00.000-06:002005-11-22T07:15:39.000-06:00Nilesh: Is there any chance we could convince your hair to come down and obey the laws of gravity?Tracy: Can I quote you on my blog?Nilesh: Seriously, the rest of us are law abiding citizens.Nilesh: Is that a nail on your chest?Tracy: No, its a feather.Nilesh: Don't bite your nails, kay? That's a bad habit.These are two snippets of what felt like a very absurd breakfast conversaion. But Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1132543310371459272005-11-20T21:21:00.000-06:002005-11-20T21:23:16.653-06:00Yes, the big day was yesterday. It was funny. I got dressed at about 12:45 pm. Nilesh was helping our friend Ashish park his car. They got back to the apartment around 12:50pm. The officiant arrived right at 1:00pm. Papers were signed. Words were said. Hands were held. I cried like a silly baby, which I totally did not expect. Then we took some pictures. The officiant was gone by 1:17pm.Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1131994553940567362005-11-14T12:31:00.000-06:002005-11-14T12:55:53.950-06:00Nilesh and I drove to Detroit this weekend to hang out with friends and business people. All in all, the weather was fabulous, I got to wear two of the blouses my mom and sister picked out for me, and Nilesh got me a new necklace. Woot!Also, the wonderful couple we stayed with (Ananta and Shilpa) were the nicest hosts you could ever ask for. Shilpa is also an amazing cook and sent me home with Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1131657070755338652005-11-10T15:04:00.000-06:002005-11-10T15:11:58.910-06:00The continuing adventures of Napkin Man!!! *insert superhero music here*So, after my brisk and windy walk to the post office this afternoon, I stopped in at my favorite coffee shop. It was unusually busy today. There were only a few tables available, and I snagged the last one by the window.Well, about halfway through my cup, the door opens and in scurries Napkin Man. As per usual, he's Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1131625951538413702005-11-10T06:29:00.000-06:002005-11-10T06:33:17.703-06:00My fabulous best friends Kyle and Bek have a new baby!At 6:10 this morning (I was already up, fixin' breakfast) my phone rang. I thought it was Nilesh calling from the gym to tell me some silly joke. But, I saw the number was Kyle's and started squealing because I knew what that meant.Evidently, Bek went into labor around 11:00pm last night. And at 2:26am November 10, 2005 (this morning) out Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1131371419724021092005-11-07T07:50:00.000-06:002005-11-07T07:52:53.113-06:00Napkin ManHere he is folks. The infamous crazy napkin man! I was only brave enough to take a picture of him while he was preparing his coffee and napkins. I was afraid if I took a picture of him with his full napkin layout, I'd be attacked. He's a scary little fella.In other news. I've got a missing sister. If anyone has seen or heard from my sister, Tina... please let her know I'm looking for her.Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1130970961382487362005-11-02T16:32:00.000-06:002005-11-02T16:36:01.393-06:00I am amused.I went to google, typed in "Failure," and then hit the "I'm Feeling Lucky" button. This is the site I was sent to. Tee hee!In other news. My fabulous fabulous soon to be husband got me a new digital camera. I haven't had time to play with it yet, but this means more fun pictures!Yes, official wedding date has been set. We found this lady to officiate for just $100. That means no Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1129736566357520502005-10-19T10:40:00.000-05:002005-10-19T10:42:46.363-05:00Before my mid-morning nap (as opposed to my late afternoon nap) I usually check out blogs of friends and family. So, I'm being amused by the links Char posted, I scroll to the bottom of one article and find this story. Also, my babe found a way to sneak an adorable love-email around his office's IT security net and made me go all gushy. I love being in love.That is all.Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1129208560638727412005-10-13T07:54:00.000-05:002005-10-13T08:02:40.646-05:00There is a god. This collaboration is proof. I have spoken previously of my love for composer/lyricist Adam Guettel. Now, he's gonna work with William Goldman to make Princess Bride: The Musical! This makes me so insanely happy its not even funny. Granted, I probably won't be able to see it for a long long time. But still, I'll be able to buy the soundtrack when it comes out. And that's Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1129123198324431252005-10-12T07:59:00.000-05:002005-10-12T08:19:58.330-05:00I had a dream last night. In this dream, I was on a bus coming back from a war zone with a bunch of soldiers. I sorta befriended this one black soldier. I myself hadn't been in the war. Then, as only happens in dreams, I knew that this evil doctor I worked for had given all the soldiers a mild case of chicken pox that was highly contagious and would spread to their families the moment they Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1129065193364338072005-10-11T16:02:00.000-05:002005-10-11T17:09:17.316-05:00What a day, what a day. All good in the end though. I started my day by going to Curves. My favorite desk lady wasn't there so it wasn't as much fun as it is normally. Then, I came back to the apartment to find a gianormous stack of boxes waiting for me at the mailbox bank. After three trips to get it all into the elevator, and three trips to get it into the hallway, and three trips to get Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1128714061785757682005-10-07T14:22:00.000-05:002005-10-07T14:41:01.793-05:00Well, its been almost two weeks now since I lost my precious, adorably, fabulous digital camera on my trip to Richmond. I've been so sad to not be able to take pictures that I haven't posted. (good excuse, eh?) And this week was a week when I so wanted to take pictures of Chicago. The begining of the week was so warm, it felt like the middle of summer still. Then, yesterday, a cold wind beganTracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1127410817957573362005-09-22T12:40:00.000-05:002005-09-22T12:48:10.740-05:00JB... I was walking by this bar the other day, and the little guy in the sombrero made me think of you. So... this picture is for you, my little brother!Nilesh and I are going to Richmond, Virginia this weekend for some big business conference thing. I bought two fancy maternity shirts and a pair of black maternity slacks last week that look cute, but not sickeningly sweet. To get to Virginia weTracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1127223151643574092005-09-20T08:23:00.000-05:002005-09-20T08:32:31.650-05:00What have I been up to lately? I've been learning to cook more Indian food! I've been devouring Patrick O'Brian's Aubrey/Maturin series. I've been attending childbirth education classes, prenatal yoga, trying to find a doula, and doing tons of reading on parenting and birth. I've also renewed my NPR addiction, supplemented with a lot of articles on Truthout. I've been growing my eyebrows out soTracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1126469218153767962005-09-11T15:01:00.000-05:002005-09-11T15:06:58.156-05:00New Orleans really is becoming our own little underwater Baghdad. Super deadly mercenaries who have normally been used to supplement US forces in the middle east are now patrolling the streets of New Orleans. With automatic weapons... yay! And now, reporters in Iraq can breath a sigh of relief that they aren't the only ones who might get shot by our own government. Gotta love it.Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1125928566385397752005-09-05T08:56:00.000-05:002005-09-05T09:17:33.836-05:00I made a movie!With the help of all these fabulous people. Entire Crew at Wrap Kyle wrote a script last spring, we planned on shooting in July, but finally this weekend, we got the movie shot. No sound, lots of post-production still to do... but "morning in the jungle" is in the can.Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1125663237570433462005-09-02T07:08:00.000-05:002005-09-02T07:13:57.576-05:00Science is real.In February 2004, 60 of the nation's leading scientists, including 20 Nobel laureates, warned in a statement, "Restoring Scientific Integrity in Policymaking": "Successful application of science has played a large part in the policies that have made the United States of America the world's most powerful nation and its citizens increasingly prosperous and healthy ... Indeed, this Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1125588737326224022005-09-01T10:27:00.000-05:002005-09-01T10:32:17.333-05:00Am I a bad person because I don't care about the hurrican damage in the south? Am I a bad person because part of my brain is going, "good... y'all voted for bush and NOW look what you get." Though, of course I know that it is highly likely that the people who couldn't afford to evacuate either didn't vote at all, or voted against bush. At least I hope. Not that it should matter. I scrolled downTracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1125063062382502662005-08-26T08:21:00.000-05:002005-08-26T08:31:02.386-05:00I'm sitting on the kitchen floor this morning, peeling peanuts. Nilesh roasted them last night, and today gave me the job of de-skinning them, and then chopping them into small, teeny-tiny chunks for use as a topping on various meals throughout the week. Anyway, I'm sitting there, on the floor, listening to NPR, peeling peanuts, and smelling the awesome smell of my vegetable stock simmering on Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1124670925793306822005-08-21T19:35:00.000-05:002005-08-21T20:05:04.040-05:00See... planesYesterday we went to the downtown lakefront to see some planes do tricks in the air with at least a million other chicagoans. Hey... it was free. And it was a beautiful day to spend sitting by the lake. Plus, when I was going to drag Nilesh to a homebirth meetup group at a yoga center today, I figure I could cheerfully go with him to watch planes. In totally unrelated news, we are currently Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1124276519553908612005-08-17T05:58:00.000-05:002005-08-17T06:01:59.556-05:00This past weekend, Nilesh made his version of potato pancakes. Basically mashed up potato with hot peppers, some onion and other spices. Then, separately, he makes a dough out of flour, water, and other spices. Rolls out a little ball of dough. puts a little scoop of potato on the rolled out dough, wraps potato up like a little package, rolls the whole thing out very thin and flat and fries itTracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1124109189127367592005-08-15T07:23:00.000-05:002005-08-15T07:34:47.116-05:00Happy independnce day, India!And in other news of my world, I'm currently exploring all the lovely parenting books and ideas out there. Attachment Parenting is definitely what we're going to try to do with our upcoming baby. I've been reading about a lot of those theories for years. Breastfeeding, co-sleeping, babywearing, etc. But while reading the Mothering website, (It's currently my Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1123300306694657662005-08-05T22:51:00.000-05:002005-08-05T22:51:46.700-05:00What our scientist does not realize is that every time he makes a measurement, the Flying Spaghetti Monster is there changing the results with His Noodly Appendage.Also... the bit about Pirates Population decline leading to global warming almost made me spit water all over Nilesh's laptop. ahhh... I want the t-shirt too! Link.Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1123243807787270462005-08-05T07:07:00.000-05:002005-08-05T07:11:02.416-05:00I just got an email from Senator Obama Baraka. I hadn't yet realized he was now my senator. This is the time on sprockets when Tracy does a happy dance. Not only does my Senator kick ass, but he was a co-sponsor of the bill I was writing in to have him support. So, even though I've been up since 4:30 am listening to my lovely partner talk to his car insurance and sit on hold with his credit Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1123162211066544172005-08-04T08:30:00.000-05:002005-08-04T08:31:17.090-05:00I've just uploaded some more pictures, and this one was taken just for JB.Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1123160855434738512005-08-04T08:00:00.000-05:002005-08-04T08:11:09.846-05:00I am a peeing furnace. That is what Nilesh calls me. Because I am constantly hot to the touch, and have to pee every 20 minutes. Yay pregnancy! I just like the image of a standard basement furnace climbing the stairs and toddling around the house marking its territory like a dog. That's me. Walking to interview a midwife yesterday and I blessed the starbucks gods because exactly when I was Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1122992672468436432005-08-02T09:14:00.000-05:002005-08-02T09:24:32.473-05:00In general, I was unaffected by my trip to IKEA on Sunday. It was mostly as I had expected. Generic looking furniture and shelving in very blah colors. We ended up buying a lamp and bulb, spending a total of $25. But, there was one item that has snagged my imagination, and I've dreamed of it in my living room two nights running. The Poang chair. mmmmmm. Poang. mmmmmm. Thinking ahead to the time Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1122553580091154262005-07-28T07:21:00.000-05:002005-07-28T07:29:51.843-05:00Goddamn turkeys were invading my bedroom and attacking me. What did mom and Nilesh do? They just sat at the dining room table chatting about my exercise and eating habits. Turkeys attacking! And yet, they just sit there. I'm being pummeled with giant wings and floppy turkey wobbly-bits, and my mother and fiance just sit and chat, drinking tea. In waking life, It's 7:21 am, and I've been up Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1122238912795580822005-07-24T15:51:00.000-05:002005-07-24T16:01:52.800-05:00Temperatures in Chicago were supposedly above 100 degrees today. But that didn't stop Nilesh and I from hopping on a bus and going to Devon Avenue. Devon Avenue is kinda like a little strip of India. Sari shops. Crazy hot spices and nifty keen fruits and vegetables both in cans, and in fresh produce section. After we got some spices, mango puree, a monster bag of rice, and some other Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1122063235358002902005-07-22T14:13:00.000-05:002005-07-22T15:20:32.216-05:00Tee hee. This is my neighborhood. I've moved to Chicago. I'm engaged and pregnant. (For the few of you who may read my blog and not be aware of this fact) and I was thinking of my sister Lori as I journeyed to Borders the other morning to get the new Harry Potter book. I know how much she loves nifty architecture, and Chicago has a lot of it, so I took my camera along. Then, just a block or Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1118417043169902122005-06-10T10:24:00.000-05:002005-06-10T10:31:44.016-05:00I'm working away in the office... minding my own business, and trying to figure out how I'm going to bide my time to make it through five more days. When Dan Bauer, the publicity guru extrordinaire comes into my office and tells me I should get a copy of today's Trenton Times. I figure he's showing me another review or story on Hamlet. Then I do a double take, because the person in the picture Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1118262900728742112005-06-08T15:31:00.000-05:002005-06-08T15:35:54.876-05:00John Kander was just sitting in my chair. He's hanging out in the theater all week and I'm housemanaging the reading/presentation of his new musical Skin of Our Teeth next week. I'm sitting in the butt warmth left by genius in my chair at my desk. eeee!Now, if you don't know who John Kander is... never fear... I will inform. He's the composer in the musical team of Kander & Ebb. Famed for such Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1117912834433349172005-06-04T14:10:00.000-05:002005-06-04T14:20:34.440-05:00I'm directing again!Granted, its just a ten minute play. But after a year of fetching coffee, being on-book, and helping other directors fulfill their vision, I am once again at the helm of my own teeny-tiny little boat. What, you might be asking, am I directing? As part of McCarter's Education Department's Young Playwright festival, I am directing a piece called Prophylaxis: A play for the Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1116602245858042572005-05-20T10:00:00.000-05:002005-05-20T10:17:25.866-05:00I got this email from Emily Mann, who got it from somoene else. But nonetheless, as a rabid NPR addict, PBS lover, and Bill Moyers fan, I thought I'd post the email here so you all can read it as well.I choose my words carefully when I tell you there's a war on, a war for the soul and integrity of National Public Radio (NPR) and the Public Broadcasting System (PBS).At stake is our right to know Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1116525460191077732005-05-19T12:57:00.000-05:002005-05-19T12:57:40.230-05:00Hi mom!Hi mom! Originally uploaded by akfirefly76.I can see y'all! Isn't this nifty keen?Yay for google maps and the spiffy satelite view.Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1115931292044745472005-05-12T15:39:00.000-05:002005-05-12T15:54:52.090-05:00It's my first full day back in the office, since Hamlet openened last night, and there are no more rehearsals. Even though I haven't had a full day at my desk for over six weeks, I was able to fully catch up with everything and help with a large copy job. I've still got an hour and a half until the working day is done. So... I was checking the websites I normally visit. Blogs of friends and Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1115566586019235312005-05-08T10:26:00.000-05:002005-05-08T10:36:26.026-05:00My year in princeton is slowly coming to an end. The last play of the season opens on Wednesday. I've got an interview at Playwrights Horizons for another directing internship. I bought my ticket back to alaska (just to visit) last week. I even finished folding all two-thousand nine-hundred twenty-nine paper cranes. What will my hands do to stay busy now? I actually started making this post to Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1115231221468306382005-05-04T13:26:00.000-05:002005-05-04T13:27:38.166-05:00 Last week, while waiting for Nilesh to drive back to New Jersey from North Carolina I got antsy and decided to go for a bike ride. I keep my bike in the back yard. Usually, I go there and leave when its dark, so I never really had a good look at the state of the back yard. Let me show it to you.And really, both of these pictures are bad examples, because I only thought to take "before" picturesTracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1114179285356643522005-04-22T09:09:00.000-05:002005-04-22T09:14:45.356-05:00 So... I thought I'd finally update my blog, and let y'all know what's been keeping me away. There are three reasons. This fine gentleman is one of the main reasons I have not been posting so regularly lately. Meet... Nilesh.Next, as you all know, I'm actually in Princeton to work. And currently, that work means being in rehearsal six days a week, 20 hours a day. Granted, I have a laptop in the Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1111777864001275612005-03-25T13:02:00.000-06:002005-03-25T13:11:15.380-06:00I wrote a story in junior high, or maybe high school, I forget which, in which a little girl named Frances goes to a summer camp, where she is lonely and ostrasized. She decides to go wandering and finds a wounded pegasus in the woods. Yes... very typical 13 year old girl style story. But, my co-worker, Daniel, just put a post-it on my desk, labeling my area as the "pegasus crossing." I'm not Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1111248879736808522005-03-19T10:09:00.000-06:002005-03-19T11:19:47.733-06:00What an amazing set of theater I got to see this week. Avenue Q and Doubt. Both very different. But both were wonderful, fabulous and help me remember why I love theater. Singing, cursing, porn-loving puppets. Then, catholic school and spectacular acting. Now, Krista (who is visiting from Alaska) is going to go have a wonderful day that includes a massage, facial, and possibly a movie... while Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1110641429930536552005-03-12T09:30:00.000-06:002005-03-12T09:30:29.930-06:00look ma! no hairlook ma! no hair Originally uploaded by akfirefly76.Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1110316492774737382005-03-08T15:13:00.000-06:002005-03-08T15:18:32.213-06:00Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH are coming to a laboratory near you. Check this out. Hee!In other news, its snowing like crazy here in Princeton. I have mild crushes on three of the actors in the current show. And life chugs along.Ooooh. second page of the article gave me this creepy little tid-bit that feels like some weird ending to a Twilight Zone:Should two such "chimera mice" mate, it couldTracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1109630390393200612005-02-28T16:39:00.000-06:002005-02-28T16:39:50.393-06:00Gates and Sun Originally uploaded by akfirefly76.Guess where I was on saturday....Yup! Central Park, enjoying the last few days of the cool Orange Gates. I took a few pictures, this is probably my favorite though, taken as I walked along 5th avenue and looked back up and into the park.Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1109358696347566412005-02-25T12:58:00.000-06:002005-02-25T13:12:55.676-06:00Thanks for all the coffee-emails people! I was really hit hard by the caffein monster on Wednesday. Yesterday, I had zero coffee. Today, I'm slowly-slowly working my way through one cup of regular brewed office coffee. And... I only allowed myself coffee after finishing 64 ounces of water.That's not why I'm posting however. I'm posting because I've got an insane amount of free-time (sorta) on my Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1109194922230324732005-02-23T15:33:00.000-06:002005-02-23T15:44:51.440-06:00One of the cool things I get to do with my job is direct one of the winning plays in a highschool playwrighting contest. The program is called Youth Ink! and basically the students in districts all around New Jersey meet with the teaching artists at McCarter. They learn all about what makes a good play, they talk to our dramaturg, Emily goes in and talks to some of them about playwrighting. Then,Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1109030206313219352005-02-21T17:39:00.000-06:002005-02-21T17:56:46.323-06:00I am a Google addict.There, I've said it. I've made Google my homepage. I google every single little thing that pops in my head. Got a date with someone, Google them. A new play coming out, google. Health problems... google. It is my oracle.Today, I decided to google myself. This is not a new thing. I google myself on a bi-monthly basis. This time, however, I ran across some strange links that Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1107905255084733922005-02-08T17:27:00.000-06:002005-02-15T14:25:41.836-06:00So, yes... my camera did indeed finally stop the westward travel and arrived in my hot little hands. Also, I've discovered a fabulous method of posting photos to the blog. Yay flickr! I always carry my camera with me, because you never know when beautiful pictures make themselves available. And this one... I just love.activist squirrel,originally uploaded by akfirefly76. This squirrel and I had aTracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1106789948714382022005-01-26T23:17:00.000-06:002005-01-26T19:40:56.933-06:00Today is a much better day than yesterday by leaps and bounds.
Yesterday I saw the play Fat Pig by Neil LaBute. It made me mad, angry, and upset. I will probably post more about this at a later date when writing about it doesn't make me lose my current blissfully joyful mood.
Today I have received tons of compliments, emails from long-lost friends and brothers, spoke on the phone with Tom HulceTracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1106346258559917962005-01-21T20:18:00.000-06:002005-01-21T16:24:18.560-06:00Caffeine is rushing through my system and making me antsy. That, and my friend from high school, whom I haven't seen in seven years or so, is coming to Princeton tonight to catch Secret in the Wings. We were gonna meet for coffee tomorrow afternoon, but evidently its going to snow and everyone is panicked, so we moved it up a day. Derek is just one of those people who I have always considered a Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1106105410934335462005-01-19T01:28:00.000-06:002005-01-18T22:11:24.910-06:00Who needs letters to Santa when Christopher Walken lives and breathes?
So... this website made me laugh so hard I about died. Also, I sent to owner of the site a letter praising his genius. GO! go now... go now and read my children. READ!
Then, when you are done reading, spend some time exploring this site. And you two may find gems that freak both you and the web-host-person out... as this didTracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1105743086818550482005-01-14T20:48:00.000-06:002005-01-14T16:51:26.816-06:00It makes no sense! Why is my camera travelling away from me? I have been tracking my new digital camera through FedEx. It started in Youngwood, PA and went west to Grove City, OH. WEST?! I am east... east you silly fedex man. My camera needs to come in an easterly direction! Gah. No wonder its going to take 6-8 business days. They don't know east from west.
Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1105656835662269092005-01-13T20:42:00.000-06:002005-01-13T16:58:03.153-06:00I did it. I sent off a cover letter and resume to Playwrights Horizons to apply for their Directing Internship. Another internship you might say... Ahhh, but this one is in New York City. It pays a bit more, and its a step up from where I am. It also happens to be the theater that created Floyd Collins, Sunday in the Park with George, Spitfire Grill, Driving Miss Daisey and many other amazing Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1105131363143240482005-01-07T18:26:00.000-06:002005-01-07T14:56:03.143-06:00Mary Zimmerman had a "brownbag lunch" with the staff today. She answered questions, explained how she works and was just basically amazing. I even asked my question that I'd agonized over. I simply wanted to know if she writes down her dreams. And she does. Which, for some reason made me happier than anything anyone has said in months.
After most people leave, a few of us are still gathered Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1104940114702628472005-01-05T13:33:00.000-06:002005-01-05T09:48:34.703-06:00Secret in the Wings is the most beautiful show I have ever seen. Fairy tales, imagination games, scary basement, dreams, fears, haunting music, snakes, ships, forests, mean girls, favorite brothers, hearts floating above a head... The best part is... Its playing in my theater until February 13th!
Seriously, I think this is the kind of theater I've dreamed about, but never witnessed. It was Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1104163461759941512004-12-27T14:01:00.000-06:002004-12-27T10:04:21.760-06:00The week with my friends was the best week ever. No television, just crafts, wandering in the woods, reading and meditating. They're devastated at the loss of their son, of course... but they're also amazingly strong, happy for the son they still have and the time they had with Ezra. Part of me wishes I could have just stayed out there forever, time frozen... dragging deadwood out of the forestTracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1103072202532224172004-12-14T22:47:00.000-06:002004-12-14T18:56:42.533-06:00I have no voice. This is probably just fine, because I found that today, I just don't know what to say. My best friends lost their youngest son. Ezra had been ill... but he died yesterday morning. He would have turned 1 in January. I'm flying to spend a week with them next Monday. I'll just miss the memorial by a couple days. I'm filled with this overwhelming grief. Both for this child I Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1102176226227579342004-12-04T13:59:00.000-06:002004-12-04T10:03:46.226-06:00Six degrees of separation is always a game I've loved to play in my head. The thing is, nowadays, I'm finding myself with one or two degrees of separation at the most from some pretty amazing people. Julie Taymore, director of the broadway Lion King, separated from me by one actor in the show I'm working on. Price. He plays Bob Cratchit, and when I saw the Lion King with Mom and Tonya back in Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1101083744288887472004-11-21T22:27:00.000-06:002004-11-21T18:36:18.480-06:00I've had an absolutely amazing and fabulous week. I got to see Bobby McFerrin and Savion Glover in concert. While watching Mr. McFerrin do his thing (which he didn't do for nearly long enough) he had the whole audience sing Ave Maria with him, and then Somewhere Over the Rainbow. So, technically, I've now sung with Bobby McFerrin. Then, due to losing one of our castmembers to Spamalot (the new Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1100133308227178842004-11-10T22:34:00.000-06:002004-11-10T18:35:08.226-06:00Christmas Carol is so much fun. I say that now, I'll probably contradict it later, but for now... I'm loving every second associated with this show. Today it helps that I got to "direct" the young ensemble (ages 5-13) in a theater workshop. Theater games, character building exercises, talking about yesterday's reading... it was fun being the person in charge even if it was for just an hour. But Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1099355711900402612004-11-01T22:19:00.000-06:002004-11-01T18:37:20.600-06:00I'm obsessive. I think we can all agree about that. And one of the things I'm obsessive about is musicals. Odd, dark, weird musicals in particular. Especially one by Adam Guettel called Floyd Collins. Well, for years and years. I think almost eight years now, I've been obsessed with this musical. I adore it, I used a song from it for an audition (the last time I auditioned for a musical) and haveTracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1099338877121719752004-11-01T17:51:00.000-06:002004-11-01T13:54:37.120-06:00"Artistic Office, this is Tracy."
"Well hi Tracy, this is John Lithgow. How are you doing today?"
"Really well, how can I help you John?"
"I was wondering if I might speak with Emily."
"I'm sorry, she's in rehearsal at the moment, but her assistant, Grace is right here, let me pass you to her."
"Thanks so much."
I want to scream. It's so simple and so not a big deal. But I just answered the Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1098822890483687072004-10-26T19:34:00.000-05:002004-10-26T15:34:50.483-05:00So, last week, coming home from watching David Sedaris, I was riding my bike, going MAYBE .2 miles per hour, I stopped, flew over my handlebars and ate dirt. Mmmm. mmmm. Yum.
I didn't hurt anything, bike is fine, pants are fine, face is fine, just a few bruises on my hand and knees. So, all in all, I think it was kinda fun to fly over my handle bars.
I'm trying to plan my holidays. Trying to Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1097269830605979302004-10-08T16:55:00.000-05:002004-10-08T16:10:30.606-05:00Whee! Family and friends all around. My friend Tanya came to visit last week. I knew about this visit. We were gonna go to NYC, see a show, and have fun. But Tanya surprised me like crazy. She brought my mother with her. Heh. My whole family knew about this for forever, and they all kept it a secret.
We had a fabulous view from our hotel, corner room, Empire State Building and Chrysler Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1095957157858504882004-09-23T11:02:00.000-05:002004-09-24T10:40:50.553-05:00Well, its been almost all of September. And boy have I been busy. Not only with work, but also with a burdgeoning little social life. That's right... Tracy's starting to make friends. Yay!
Briefly, here's a rundown of some of the things I've been doing besides Last of the Boys (which is a fabulously awesome show... ):
Monday I saw David Byrne in concert. For free! Yay! and it was fabulous and Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1094068607194644032004-09-01T14:34:00.000-05:002004-09-01T14:56:47.193-05:00First day of tech rehearsal for The Last of the Boys. I was in the theater last night until 1:00am, setting up for today... Dressing rooms, director's table... that sorta thing. It wouldn't have been too bad, except I started work that day with an Artistic staff meeting at 11:30 am. Which meant I had to be in the office by 10:30, and before that, picked up the director's lunch. Today is gonna Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1092612585696140272004-08-15T22:21:00.000-05:002004-08-15T18:31:37.906-05:00First full week of rehearsals is over. It's absolutely amazing. The rehearsal room is set up with everything the actual set will have. Exact chairs. Even beer bottles with water in them, and a dumpster to toss them into. I feel like I've been working on this show for weeks, and its only been six days. Crazy. The actors are all really nice. And amazingly talented. This is the kind of theater Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1091827198715895442004-08-06T20:13:00.000-05:002004-08-15T18:21:31.416-05:00I'm in Princeton. The airline lost my luggage for about 24 hours. I'm walking everyday past some of the most beautiful buildings I've ever seen in my life. I love my job. I live in an old, yellow, victorian house on the cutest little street just four blocks from the theater.
Rehearsals for the first play I'm working on start Tuesday. I'm so psyched about this. The first reading is just gonna Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1090698152183064142004-07-24T14:39:00.000-05:002004-07-24T14:42:32.183-05:00I'm have a choice in eyewear once again! Woo hoo! And the trip to SanDiego went fabulously. I called the theater while I was down there to let them know when I'll be arriving in NJ. Found out I'll be living in a four bedroom house. Hopefully I'll get the attic on the third story, because that room just sounds like fun.
I've got almost all of my packing done. Now, I'm sitting here wonderingTracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1089241464702334042004-07-07T18:04:00.000-05:002004-07-07T18:09:32.233-05:00My regular glasses are in the shop. In theory, I could pick them up next friday. But, since I'm going to be in San Diego, I don't think that's really a viable option. So.. I'm going to be wearing my prescription sunglasses for the next three weeks. I've never owned a pair of prescription sunglasses before. I think they are quite fabulous, but I'm finding that when its early morning, and Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1089100027468410102004-07-06T02:47:00.000-05:002004-07-06T02:58:02.333-05:00This is my niece, Elsie. Just chillin' under a tree.
It's a good representation of how I feel right now.
She just looks so innocent, and relaxed.
The whole world is waiting for her,
but she's gonna bide a little more time
under this tree.
I have almost completely emptied the shelves in my room. I've got four places I'm distributing stuff. The rare item makes it into the boxes I'm Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061773.post-1088796105658403482004-07-02T13:08:00.000-05:002004-07-02T14:24:21.933-05:00Due to a misread of all the fine print regarding personal leave vs. sick leave vs. donated leave I have to use up about 20 hours of leave or lose it in my last 5 days of work. So, I'm taking half days. Which will give me time to pack pack pack.
Yay!
With this trip to San Diego (see my other blog for more details) before the move to Princeton, I've got to get all of my personal possesions Tracyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09560319305669196698noreply@blogger.com0