Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Come out and see my pal Lianne Stokes in her re-worked, re-vamped one woman show, all about losing her virginity so late she made someone say: "Wow, you're still a virgin? I was 23, and I'm Mormon."
I've been helping out here and there with this so it's a project near and dear to me. Should be awesome fun!
Weds. Aug. 1st @ 7:00 PM $5
Mo Pitkin's, 34 Ave A b/t/2nd & 3rd Streets
Monday, July 30, 2007
~ You are cordially invited to attend ~
Livia's Castle of Enchantment
"A high-octane variety show that leaves you wanting more... if you can't make it you'll be cursed."
-The Comedy Central Insider
Mo'Pitkins House of Satisfaction
34 Avenue A & 3rd St.
With Stand up from
(Comedy Central Presents)
Improv Wizardy from
I EAT PANDAS
(The lovely and fearless Eliza Skinner & Glennis McMurray "Go see them before they decide it's too much work." -Time Out NY)
A Short Lecture from The Onion's
A Video from
DIRTY JEANS & THUNDER CHIEF
("Really fking cool, seriously." -WhatsCool.com)
(Internet Sensation "Bitch, I Stole Your Purse")
With special guest appearances by
SARA BENINCASA, BRANDY BARBER & KATINA CORRAO
as THE LIZ CLAIBORNE DANCERS
Hosted by me Livia as LIZ CLAIBORNE
Here are some fun photos from the last show hosted taken by the comely Marianne Ways:
Once again, I'd like to thank all of my guests and friends who came out, especially Jake Fliesher and Kera, Seth's Mom!!!
Friday, July 27, 2007
From a recent issue of OK! Magazine:
...Heidi Klum, 34, tells the mag her secret to multi-tasking. "You have to be open, take it day by day, then see if it works, if it fits your lifestyle and what you believe in at the moment," says the supermodel.
Seriously, does anyone know what the FUCK she's talking about?! What in the name of good gravy does that mind-bogglingly vapid statement have to do at all with multi-tasking? Unless by multi-tasking you mean it helps me dream up all sorts of ways for me to want to punch your damned teeth in, Heidi. Jesus!
This photo shows our gal Heidi multi-tasking her incredibly lucrative pussy, which from what I can gather, the woman is a pro at. Listen, Fraulein Klum, let's just keep flashing the ta-tas, which you can do mutely, and keep the old yapper shut. No one wants to hear anymore of your pseudo-German gibberish. Show us your oiled-up buttocks some more and turn down the volume- no multi-tasking required there.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Television is the first truly democratic culture - the first culture available to everybody and entirely governed by what the people want. The most terrifying thing is what people do want. - Clive Barnes
Someone I made the mistake of "doing it" with for a brief period of time said to me that Ricky Gervais was in effect, doing people a disservice by not making more episodes of The Office (UK). Which to me was as bad as pulling the cane out from under a little old lady and then beating her to death with it. Gervais- and his co-writer and c0-director Stephen Merchant, who this person did not even factor into that statement thereby showing his lack of knowledge upfront- chose to produce a limited product because they wanted to create something that left us wanting more, as life often does. The fact that, overseas, a series is 6 episodes a season, was to this person some sort of let down. He said Gervais owed it to his fans to continue the series and was wrong not to go past the 12 episodes and the final movie-length special. He then said Gervais could have made a lot more money had he done at least 20 episodes. He boasted and bragged about how this series should have been done to make him happy, versus appreciating what was there and what the artists themselves had put out. It was beyond ignorant and it made me very, very sad.
I wanted to throw up in my mouth, punch him, and run. Instead, I nodded while his mouth moved to further enunciate his continued braying, while in my head I hummed the theme song to "227" just long enough to get him to shut up and take off his pants. After all he did serve one purpose. But I digress.
The above italicized statement, culled from a Quote of the Day RSS feed (gross) sums this whole embarrassing experience up perfectly. Art is not created to please you all the time. It's created to express something that the artist wanted to share, a vision. If you get it, great. If you don't, why criticize it and try to amend it to your taste? I don't understand when critical thinking gave way to bastardization and flat out ignorance, where we comment on a performance as if it's anew product we've not been enticed to buy. But I for one am sick of this...and I need to date smarter men.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Late night grilling & chilling in the "backyard" I.E., the fucking entire woods. I love being up here, especially when I'm in the middle of discussing student progress and it's broken up by a feral cat fight that practically sends us all cowering into our townhouses.
Anthony prepped dry-rubbed ribs and grilled peaches with balsamic vinegar, and Lindsay made hand-stirred Nutella & chocolate chip milkshakes. My dearest Drew & I were thrilled (obviously).
And here's some shots from one of the many apprentice company productions staged here in the summer. This one was an episodic piece based on the courting letters of Lindsay's grandparents, and it was amazing. The students are always an inspiration to me, and to the whole staff.
And then I came home to my townhouse today and realized one of our delightful skunk friends had sprayed in the near vicinity. What a delight!
Snaps from the recent BROOKLYN FRIENDSHIPS (TM) Birthday Jam at Trout, and from my adventures getting a sore shoulder playing Wii and, it appears, murdering the beloved pet of a handsome gentleman caller. Buzzkill!
Thanks to all my birthday pals, those pictured and those under the safe wings of the CIA's Witness Protection Program who were unable to be documented. Peace out.
Friday, July 20, 2007
I do so love Wiki-How. In fact, I have it on my homepage so I can see the daily update "best of" selection. Today's was a doozy, as always. It was no "How To Duplicate A Mallard Mating Call" or your average "How To Be Humble" tat. No siree Bob, today's was a tribute to summer lovin' at its best. I was so inspired by this groundbreaking post that I decided to use my god-given right to type and join in the Wiki community. My additions to this fine list are noted in red. To all you young lovers out there, I say unto thee- rejoice! And remember, how do you tell a guy is lying? When he opens his mouth. Ta ta for now!
Probably the best way to know if a guy likes you is to simply ask him, but we all know that can be a challenge. So, here are a few clues to working out if he likes you as much as you like him.
- Examine his body language. If he likes you, you will see that his body position will lean forward toward you. Also, he will have a raging hard on in his pants.
- Be aware of touching. He might put his hand on your arm when he laughs, or not move his leg if it happens to touch yours, or put his hard on from his pants on your leg. This is a very good sign that he likes you.
- Keep an eye out. His pupils will dilate (get bigger) if he likes you, but this is quite hard to pick up on, and you might look a bit weird looking that closely into his eyes. Also, his weiner will fill with blood, causing a super-charged hard on in his pants.
- Joke freely. Does he laugh, even if you aren't funny, you cheap, tawdry little whore?
- Check for signs of nervousness: nervous laughter, sweaty palms, fidgeting, etc. Unless he's scared of public speaking and is about to make a presentation, it just might be that he's nervous about making an impression on someone he fancies (hopefully you).
- Smile. A big smile in return probably means the feeling is mutual. Also, a gi-normous bulging hard on in his pants.
- Notice the way he treats you, does he playfully tease you, or call you names, just to try and get your attention? It's natural for a guy to tease when he likes a girl, but remember, someone can still tease someone, even if they aren't attracted to them.
- Pay attention to his friends. If they know he's interested in you, they might tease him subtly when you're around, hint to you that he likes you, or even try to find out if you like him. Also study their reactions to your presence. Do they smile? Do they turn to him? If so, then there's a good chance he really does like you. Also if you call his name... note if his head snaps around right away or does it turn gradually? And what of his ample hard on, which is in his pants?
- If the guy wants to talk to you all the time there is a good chance that he will like you!!!!
- If he starts acting nicer when you're around him then he probably has a thing for you. And that thing is a hard on in his pants.
Snaps from my bike trip to the Farmer's Market, the path to my house up here at Vassar, a deer I passed on my way to teach class, and a very clever use of a Dr. Pepper box as a menu holder at a Poughkeepsie eatery.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
This song just makes me cry. Jason Schwartzman is so fucking awesome. The video is cool because, who doesn't love to watch hot skaters cause European mischief? Not this lady, that's for sure. But for some reason it's kind of sad, too. I can't just slobber at the Gonz as I would normally be wont to do. It's all infused with a gray melancholy. Kind of like this particular July day, when it rained from early morning till night and I sat in my cabin, trying to decide if the last 8 years of my life are just a colossal waste, if all the (few) times I said back to someone "I love you" I was lying after all, if I even really exist or if I'm some sort of gauzy whiny boring shadow that just lurks in the corners of everyone else's peripheral vision.
Maybe I should just ride my bike over to the laundry kiosk and get a can of Dr. Pepper. Oh and also SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Listen to Coconut Records' West Coast.
Thanks to Searsy who turned me onto this album a while back.
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Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Also, someone is gonna get his/her ass removed.
Sincerely, I had a GREAT time! Thanks to all who came. Here's a stunning recap for people who were too lame to go, I.E. various exes and haters and my Mom. THANKS A LOT, KATHY!!!!!! (muffled sobbing)
Monday, July 16, 2007
Dear Angsty People of New York,
- Did you write lame-ass love letters as a kid?
- Did you write angsty lyrics as a teenager?
- Did you spend high school writing melodramatic journals?
So did the people behind Mortified. And they want
you to join them. Yep, Mortified is actively looking
for new readers to join the fun as we open a chapter in your city
. If you or someone you know would like to read aloud utterly embarrassing
childhood relics in front of total strangers... we'd LOVE to meet
with you and hear your material. Open to all.
WHAT: MORTIFIED CASTING - NYC AREA
WHEN: JULY 21st, 2007
WHAT IS MORTIFIED:
Hailed a "cultural phenomenon" by Newsweek
and celebrated by the likes of This American Life, The Today
Show, The Onion AV Club, Entertainment Weekly, Esquire, Jane, Daily
Candy and more... Mortified is a comic
excavation of adolescent artifacts. With chapters in NYC, LA, San
Fran and beyond, the project collects childhood creations (lettters,
lyrics, journals and beyond) and uses them to reveal uniquely autobiographical
tales. Behold, There are amazing stories buried in the pages of people's
lives... our mission is to simply help find them.
WHAT DO I SUBMIT?
All material must be written between the ages of 6-21 and by all means,
totally totally suck. We look for stuff that is real, written by you,
and reveals something unique about yourself. Topics can range from
the sweet (crushes) to the dark (depression)... just as long as they
make people laugh. And no, you do not have to be an actor of any kind.
Open to all types. To watch sample
clips or find info, visit at http://www.getmortified.com.
MATERIAL WORTH SHARING:
- Diaries / Journals
- Lyrics (tormented ballads, anthems, metal, raps...)
- Letters (love letters, camp letters, etc.)
- Locker Notes
- School Assignments
- Plays / Scripts (the more pretentious the better)
Great! We love hearing them. Visit http://www.getmortified.com/casting
to read our casting FAQ or even better, to request a screening session.
We are always looking for new material.
Share the shame.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
And speaking of genitals...look, a hot dog! This was my $1.50 lunch and I was so pleased. They had a chili station AND Cheez Whiz, which is now for some reason called Easy Cheez. I suspect the commies had something to do with it.
And here is one of the groups of acting students I teach. They are in the process of making up their own game complete with a title, rules and chants. They did an amazing job.
That's Courtney & Eliza, taking all the props for one of the outdoor apprenctice plays to where the actors rehearse on the trusty gold cart. I am not sure if this is the one I had a hand in crashing. Let's hope not.
And here is my pal Emily, who left today to go to Rwanda and all over Africa to study theater and to collect personal stories at sites where genoicide has taken place. She is amazing and does amazing theatrical things, and I will miss her very much. So much that I put on my most foolish summer sun hat as a show of protest. It didn't work. She still went. Ah, well.
July 12, 2007
KATE MOSS has torched a huge stash of love letters, poems and songs given to her by cheating junkie PETE DOHERTY.
The supermodel has been hiding out at the house of her pal, celebrity hairdresser JAMES BROWN, after dumping the BABYSHAMBLES singer.
She kicked Pete out of her North London home and changed the locks earlier this month after he cheated on her with a South African model.
But I can reveal Kate was already considering dumping her druggie boyfriend before he strayed.
The pair had a huge bust-up after he allegedly helped himself to a pile of cash from her house.
She is now nursing her broken heart after seeking refuge with her good pal James.
And her rehabilitation has included the ceremonial burning of all Pete’s gifts.
He wooed her with his so-called works of art throughout their troubled two-year relationship.
They first got together at her 31st birthday party after Pete gave her a framed envelope on which he’d scrawled the lyrics to his LIBERTINES track What Katie Did.
He continued to make similar, rather teenagerish attempts at romance every time he messed up — scribbling out love letters, poems, songs and even pictures as peace offerings.
A source told me: “Kate gathered quite a collection of Pete’s ramblings over the two years.
“He used the lyrics from his song What Katie Did — which was written about a totally different Kate — to pull her in the first place.
“It continued throughout the relationship. She has piles of love letters, poems, songs and paintings.
“Now Kate has decided to cleanse herself of him by burning the lot.
“It all stinks a bit of a high school break-up.”
And it wasn’t just his grubby hands wandering over other women that finally made her decide to end it.
My source added: “They had already had a huge row over money before Pete went on the pull.
“Kate claimed he had helped himself to a load of cash she had stashed in her flat.
“She told friends she was angry he hadn’t asked her first.
“It had made her question whether she could trust him once again.
“They had a fall-out and Pete’s reaction confirmed in Kate’s mind it was time to let go.”
It really does look like the split is final this time thank God.
-from The Sun, UK
The patio table & grill where all the "Staff Dinners" take place. These involve wine, steaks and lots of bullshitting. Amazing.
Courtney and Ed, who is cooking us a fabulous pizza & pasta dinner offset with many Red Stripes on his posh pad off campus.
Ed with the beloved Bryan & Michelle of Le Mad fame- out front of the Beechtree, where I've spent at least 3 birthdays and plan to be in attendance for the next.
My backyard- well, a fraction of it. Also, my newly purchased bike, for whom I do not have a name yet. I will have to christen her tomorrow when I ride on down to the Farmer's Market in search of fresh veggies and the like.
Myself and the fantastic Jen Wineman, director and friend. Note the awesome t-shirt which is a mash up of Bjork and her manfriend Matthew Barney. Wineman brings the goods.
And what can we say about this one? Drew. Just Drew. Sigh.
Emily is off to Africa tomorrow to direct and shit. And there's Jen again, making a dress out of a skirt. And these are our cabin rooms. Awesome.
And of course...here is mine. Welcome to the Pony Party that is my life.