Ode to One of My Vices

9AM You're on Your Own, Pal

Visitor making fresh coffee in break room: Does this office make coffee with one packet or two?

Employee: Usually one... But there are factions...

1920 East Parham Road
Richmond, Virginia

via Overheard in the Office, Sep 28, 2007

Week Three Update

Just thought I'd let you know that my Fantasy Football teams have achieved karmic balance:

J Street Invisibles Last Place in League

tommyspoon's tea cozies First Place in League

Clearly I'm better at picking games than managing players.

Not All of My Videos are Happy

The Eyes Wide Open Project:

RIP, Bip

From Leslie Crawford's Salon piece on Marcel Marecau:

The antipathy [toward mime] is often justified. With the exception of a few rare talents, most are nothing but genetically inferior spawns, mimicking the one true practitioner. The trouble is that these watered-down Marceaus rarely get it right -- and in so doing have made mime a four-letter word. "There is," as Marceau says, "only one Marceau." Yes, he's the real thing. He has an impeccable comic sense, and knows how to make you feel, in your soul, the tragic moment. It's no accident that children are his best audiences, because his art demands active participation, imagination. His is a world fashioned out of thin air. You see a statue, a pickpocket, a matador, a lion tamer, a soldier, a man passionately embraced by his lover. Marceau's highly stylized, lyrical sketches can be light and whimsical or bitingly satiric and dark. "Marceau in our time," says New York Times theater critic Clive Barnes, "remains the supremely eloquent voice of silence and poet of gesture."

While mourning the passing of a true master of performance, I am also mourning the passing of our collective sense of wonder and imagaination. I have an audition this evening and Bip will be on my mind (and hopefully in my soul).

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Waiting for that Day



Enjoy!

Demeaning?!?

I challenge anyone out there to explain this to me:



Have I mentioned tonight how much I hate these people?

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Meet the Invisible Tea Cozies!

In order to keep myself out of trouble for the Autumn (and possibly Winter), I've enrolled myself in not 1 but 2 Fantasy Football Leagues!

(I know, I know. The Divorce is getting to me in ways I couldn't have predicted.)

So, without further ado, meet tommyspoon's first team, the J Street Invisibles!

QB -- Peyton Manning, IND
WR -- Donte' Stallworth, NE
WR -- D.J. Hackett, SEA
RB -- Deuce McAllister, NO
RB -- Jamal Lewis, CLE
TE -- Todd Heap, BAL
W/R -- Fred Taylor, JAC
K -- Adam Vinatieri, IND
DEF -- Baltimore Ravens

Warming the bench are Jeff Garcia (QB -- SF), Brandon Jones (WR -- TEN), Reuben Droughns (RB -- NYG), T.J. Duckett (WR -- DET), Antwaan Randle El (WR -- WAS), and Justin Fargas (RB -- OAK).

(Seriously, who is Justin Fargas? I drafted him only because my last pick, Priest Holmes, is on all-but-permanent IR -- a fact that I was unaware of at the time of the draft.)

My second team, tommyspoon's tea cozies, is an entry in a pick 'em league on Yahoo!. I don't think I'm making any radical picks this weekend except Buffalo to beat Denver. That may be a sympathy pick on my part, who knows?

I am really glad that football season is starting tonight. I'll probably watch Indy and NO duke it out while doing an inaugural load of laundry at my new place. I'll try not to live it up too much, I promise.

Theatrical Doings

Just to show you that I'm still in the game, I'm auditioning for this in two weeks.

I'm In