Warning: This post contains only glancing references to food (there's coffee! and muffins! and...muff.)
Just a quick detour from the world of baked goods to let you know about something special, a bit late. You may know this, but in addition to eating cookies and frying sausage, Matt has many other talents. Specifically, he's a very gifted performer and writer, and right now he's performing with the cream of the Dyke Division of Two-Headed Calf in the live lesbian serial soap opera Room for Cream at La MaMa. The show, being set in the fictional town of Sappho, MA, of course hits a special note for me, but its campy charm and all-star cast could make anyone's night.
There's one week left to catch up, before Season Two begins. The cast is adorable and sharp, Matt plays a Pakistani tranny, and it's well worth staying up past 10pm on a school night. I'll be there.
As long as we're plugging, now is also a very good time to see the lovely Jill Frutkin in the TEAM's Architecting, at PS122. "A collision of horses, sex and hoop skirts, burning plantations and nasty hurricanes." (And she sings!)
Showing posts with label theater. Show all posts
Showing posts with label theater. Show all posts
Monday, February 2, 2009
Friday, March 28, 2008
Buckwheat Butter Cookies with Cacao Nibs
I made these. They are delicious. I increased the salt slightly. Don't ask why I happened to have both buckwheat flour and cacao nibs on hand. I just did.
Also, on the bus this morning, I was reading Judith Jones' The Tenth Muse and realized that the picture of her great-niece that I was looking at was my college friend Josy. That combined with the appearance of Anne Carson and her escort along with Laurie Anderson and Lou Reed at last night's Richard Foreman show created a little whirlpool in the mind. (Just think, for a second, about how much terrible theater/performance/film etc... one must have to see to be an avant garde scenester of a certain era).
Also, on the bus this morning, I was reading Judith Jones' The Tenth Muse and realized that the picture of her great-niece that I was looking at was my college friend Josy. That combined with the appearance of Anne Carson and her escort along with Laurie Anderson and Lou Reed at last night's Richard Foreman show created a little whirlpool in the mind. (Just think, for a second, about how much terrible theater/performance/film etc... one must have to see to be an avant garde scenester of a certain era).
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