Martha's Muffins

Today I stood in line in the rain for Martha Stewart. After being shuttled through security by her hipster PAs, I was ushered into a room dominated by photos of Martha on white walls, as well as two TVs broadcasting her show. Wowza! It was the altar of Martha, we were the worshippers. But they did give us scrumptious free muffins. Now, a note on muffins: I detest blueberry muffins. Think of the stale rubbery ones with nasty fake blueberry like nuggets inside. Ugh. But these were tasty, thanks Martha! It was an interesting experience. There's only so much applauding I can do on command before I start feeling like a monkey, although the warm up guy Joey was very funny (in a queer but married sort of way). Martha was her stellar, unwrinkled self, managing the fast paced show with perfect aplomb.

Kate Nash is well bad

Which in brit speak translates to: Kate Nash is too cool for school. She rocked the concert last night. For those who are not into indie british punk/soul, she's an awesome British import. A 20 year old songster with an attitude.

My first impression of her was quite startling actually. She is a tall, strong boned girl but holds herself humbly. I immediately noticed her thick, sinewy arms and dexterous hands- the incredible potency that comes from banging on the piano with your whole body and playing the guitar like it's an extension of yourself. Her pale face was accentuated with bright red lipstick and almost tearful eyes. She was very compelling, the mixture of young, naive girl and captivating artist. She sang beautifully and accepted the audience's praise almost bashfully. But when the girl rocked out, she lost it. It was amazing to see her whole being going crazy during the "never, never" chorus of Mariella.

Because we got there early, we were very close to the stage. I took this amateur video with my camera, so forgive the quality and the heads. It was a treat to be so close and hear so well! I love being in New York with access to these cheap, wonderful concerts (although the three hours of waiting was no fun and the other people were quite pushy) but Kate made up for all of it.

I heart nyc

Today was just one of those days where I loved being in New York. Lately the city has been gray and cold and hard. But today the sky was bright blue and the sun briefly warmed the back of my neck. Spring has made the trees on Park Avenue sprout buds and all the fancy apartment buildings plant tulips around their bits of green. And it was a good day for me.

First, I was walking through Bryant Park and with my laser eye for freebies I spotted the Starbucks tent. So then I sauntered through the park with my free cup of promotional coffee (promoting some new blend), highly sugared and milked, feeling remarkably happy with the slightly chilly breeze and the impressive gray lions.

Second, I went to an appointment at a place near Grand Central. There were pink slips of paper everywhere labeled "Set #2 -->" or "Crew -->" which caught my eye. Next thing I knew I was in the elevator with two people in obviously fake lab coats, faces heavy with makeup. Turns out they were extras for a Law & Order episode shooting in the building. Coolio!

Finally, I decided not to waste the warm, delightful afternoon and took a walk through Central Park. I was grooving to my itunes and walking along enjoying the first flush of spring when I saw a group of photographers and a small camera crew. The object of their attention was a woman in red coat chatting to a gray haired man on a bench. Yes, folks, it was Baba Wawa herself! Barbara Walters, unmistakable. I had just stumbled upon a living legend. And all without trying.

It's nice to be at the right place at the right time, every once in a while. :)

B+ Borat

This movie originally turned me off, but it made such a big stink I knew I had to check it out. And what would you know- it was actually enjoyable, although punctuated by juvenile humor like naked men, sex jokes, etc. But the critique of American culture was spot on and added a necessary cutting intelligence.

Sacha Baron Cohen reminds me of all four Marx brothers rolled into one. He has the physical humor of Harpo, Groucho's ironic bit, Chico's pushiness/economic scoundrel nature, and Zeppo's odd charm (well, who really remembers Zeppo, other than his ability to play it straight). Borat is just very frenetic, which was a bit wearying.

But it did give me outright prolonged laughter!

jesse fed me a rancid muffin

this really has nothing to do with my blog

but i needed to get it off my chest.

bf was unwrapping a muffin. i opened my mouth. he gave me a piece of muffin, after looking at it strangely. it was totally rancid. i spit it out and almost gagged. he laughed.

this is not fair. beware of muffins.