Month: June 2019

I am writing these things down. Supposedly, writing things down helps you hold yourself accountable. I am determined to do these things this summer: Visit the Tiger Sanctuary. Watch a movie of the stage production of Kinky Boots (already have the tickets). By a coincidence, I’ll be watching the filmed version of the London Adelphi…

Last week at work I overheard someone say, “Oh they were awful. I couldn’t get away from them.” I whirled around. “Gnats!” I said. “You’re talking about gnats.” “Yes! What is it with the gnats this year?” “It’s the flood,” I answered, because I had already Googled “what is it with the gnats this year”…

Chicago and Saint Louis have a rivalry. I believe it originated when Chicagoans got tired of being a first-class city with a second-rate baseball team, while having to exist near Saint Louis, a second-rate city (a hard truth) with a first-class baseball team. The injustice makes them bitter. But, since then, the Cubs won the…

First off, yup, trigger warning: I loved the second half of this opera. Let’s talk about the second half. It was poetry. There was ballet. Everything came together. Of course that was all at the expense of the first half, which needed to be devoted to setup and exposition, not so much with the parallels…

My neighborhood was in chaos Wednesday night after the St. Louis Blues won the Stanley Cup, finally, or more accurately, for the first time ever. Great vindication for my dad who so wanted to see the Blues win that he bought season tickets for many years. So my corner of the metro area had fireworks…

The TV show Gentleman Jack is based on Anne Lister’s diaries. Anne was a famous 19th century traveler and lesbian. I understand that the actual diaries are heavier on the finance plots and lighter on the lesbian seduction plots. As for the TV show, I don’t care about either plot, which is odd because I…

A few months back I was at the local nursery, looking for gardening shoes, because it’s discouraging taking ones nice leather shoes into the garden. Back when I thought my leather shoes were made of rubber, this didn’t bother me, but since those shoes fell apart I was down to my nice leather shoes or…