Last night I saw Michael C. Hall in Hedwig and the Angry Inch on Broadway. It's my second time seeing it on Broadway -- the first was with Neil Patrick Harris. I also saw it way back when it was off-Broadway, but after a quick look at Wikipedia, I likely saw it with John Cameron Mitchell, who originated the role, but there's a *slight* chance I saw it with Michael Cerveris. I may have to do some research. I remember going to see the movie when it came out in 2001 and I bought it shortly thereafter. I've got the soundtrack. I guess you can say I'm a little obsessed. I'm going to see it again in February when John Cameron Mitchell reprises his role on Broadway.
If you haven't seen it yet -- GO. In the meantime, enjoy this as a little preview. You can thank me later:
I'm in a massive purging mode in my apartment these days, with bags getting filled up with clothes for Goodwill and textile recycling, another bag for electronics recycling, and piles of paper to be shredded. I'm trying to get to a point where everything in my apartment is something I truly need and has a home. Along those lines, I recently bought a cabinet on Craigslist to store some of the ridiculous amount of booze I have accumulated over the years. After purging quite a bit, I now have a home for it all, and for the first time in years, I don't have any bottles on the floor. Hooray! Next project, the home office.
The news this week has me thinking a great deal about our criminal justice system and how broken it is on so many levels. Obviously I was not in the grand jury room and did not hear the evidence, but I did have the opportunity to sit on a grand jury in the late 90's. As a recent law grad, it was fascinating -- watching the prosecutors outline each element of the charge through witnesses and other evidence -- it was a real life demo of everything I learned in my criminal law and procedure classes, which were some of my favorites in law school. That said, it was also a horrifying window into how screwed up our criminal justice system really is. A few weeks in, several of my fellow grand jurors still didn't seem to understand that we weren't *trying* the cases, but merely seeing if they met the rather low evidentiary standard for indictment and that the trial came later. It was stunning. We'll likely never know how each grand juror in Ferguson ultimately came to his or her decision, but it seems odd from an outside perspective that the very low indictment standard wasn't met by the prosecution.
Back to my work increasing access to justice and improving the legal system, I guess . . .
Yeah, yeah. I know that #TBT is a *thing* but I'm feeling nostalgic today. I was looking through old blog posts yesterday and some of it is absolutely cringe-worthy (in my first post I explained that I was starting a "weblog." Oy.). That said, I stumbled on one of my favorite posts, which is still totally relevant today -- What's in a Name -- or the fact that nobody you date gets called by their real name for quite some time, but is only known by a nickname of some sort. I'm trying to think if I have any good ones from more recent times, but am coming up short . . . maybe some of you can help!
After a few long weeks, I'm eagerly looking forward to a relaxing weekend, with an emphasis on exercise, household chores, and catching up with friends. I've been running around like a crazy person - in Williamsburg three separate times this week, going to and recovering from Jess & Hal's lovely wedding, and taking a two-day intensive management course. In contrast, tonight's agenda involves the gym, laundry, cooking, and catching up on guilty pleasure TV with Mox. Can't wait.