Keeping New Year Resolutions

TV is wonderful. It has taught me about law and order, has tormented me with outrageously delicious food that I can’t smell or eat, and has shown me how to build, fix, or buy absolutely anything. TV recently even provided a brilliant idea from a personal trainer to the stars1 on how to keep that most popular of New Year Resolutions, getting in shape. She said most people keep that one for about three weeks before life gets in the way. Her advice: go to bed in your workout clothes, and wake up to energetic music that motivates you to move. As soon as you’re out of bed you’re halfway there! And by getting yourself moving around you’re that much closer to exercise. Music and Bacon as alarm clocks I know for myself that if I don’t have to remove cozy warm articles of clothing in exchange for freezing cold articles of clothing, a huge barrier is removed. I’d have to be careful with the music selection, however. It’s a delicate balancing act between motivating me to get out of bed at 6 a.m when it’s dark and cold, and skyrocketing me into a synth-y, Nicki Minaj-induced2 rage. In fact, I can’t think of a single song that would get me out of bed to exercise. I’m certainly open to suggestions because I can’t even imagine what that song would sound like. It would have to have persuasive lyrics, like “If you get out of bed I’ll make you a nutritious, healthy breakfast that involves bacon.” How badly do you want it? No matter what the resolution, or how...

12/12/12 12:12

We’re all a little crazy about the number 12 this week, and the hype peaked at 12:12 today. At that precise time I was in my car driving to Starbucks for a lunch-replacement cafe mocha (grande, decaf, no whip) with a beloved colleague recently back from 5 months of disability. We had a lot of catching up to do out of earshot of anyone else, and I was desperate to get out of the office for about a thousand other reasons. Off to Starbucks we flew. We put our conversation on hold at 12:12 to create a positive thought for our futures. I was able to surround myself with a little bubble of happiness, and expanded that out to include my daughter and our family and friends. I wished for happiness for everyone connected to me, which means I wished it for everyone. We both had a collective deep sigh, and then resumed our story swapping. On the drive back to the office we came up with a brilliant idea that could help her career. She put that plan in motion as soon as we walked into the office, and was back at my desk an hour later saying that our plan was working! Thus is the power of Starbucks, positive thoughts, and getting out of the office for some...

Wilde Saturday Watching Top Gear

I’d like to share my perfect Saturday: compiling quotes to use on the backs of my new business cards with Top Gear on in the background. I’m reawakening my never-far-from-the-surface adoration of Oscar Wilde while fantasizing about driving fast cars with very funny British guys and beating Jennifer Saunders’ lap time1. A few of my favorite Oscar Wilde gems: Never love anyone who treats you like you’re ordinary. We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they’ll kill you. I just returning from a social media marketing conference in Las Vegas where I met a guy named Travis Wright who had Photoshopped onto the back of his business card his “Dream Team.” He has everyone from Thomas Jefferson to Nikola Tesla sitting around a table, discussing something deep2. He says it inspires him. I love that idea. So I’m assembling my own dream team. I figure it will take a few months of mulling to capture a decent collection. Here’s who I have so far: Oscar Wilde (naturally) Shakespeare Caroline Bayard Eleanor Roosevelt Charles Bukowski Ghandi Maya Angelou Lao Tzu Brian Greene Brian Cox (I love astrophysicists named Brian – I collect them) Matisse3 T.S. Eliot That’s just me working off the top of my head.  Who’s on yours? ______________ 1 1.46.1 2 So deep it sunk...

Thank you Baby Jesus, Missy Elliott is back

Something I was afraid I’d never hear again: new Missy Elliott! Check it… Available at midnight tonight on ye olde iTunes. I’m so glad she’s back, hopefully to recalibrate hiphop1. I’m a huge Miss E fan, from her Virginia roots to her visionary sound2 back in the early 00s, to her mind-blowing videos with Hype Williams and the groundbreaking Timbaland production… so good. So very, very good. Meanwhile, just for fun ___________________ 1 And eat Nicki Minaj for breakfast 2 Can sound be...

Single Spectator Theatre: Hotel Project at the Grand Summit Hotel in NJ

So get this: I went to see three one-act plays. Crazy, right? Yea, it isn’t. Except that I didn’t watch these three one-act plays from a frayed, faux velvet seat facing a stage. Each play was staged in a hotel room at the (haunted1) Grand Summit Hotel in good old Summit, New Jersey, with me in the room as the only participant in the play with no lines. It was the coolest, most stimulating, mind expanding thing I have experienced in a very long time. The Hotel Project was produced by The Internationalists, an organization that brings together theater producers, directors, actors, and other devotees of the stage arts from around the world. These hotel room plays were put on in Summit, NJ, New York City, and I think Mexico City. It is such a cool concept. It plays into the human predilection toward voyeurism, and brings interactivity to an otherwise passive experience. It’s exhilarating. I came away from the hotel feeling literally expanded. Even the set-up is fun. I walked into the hotel (which is truly Grand, just as the name boasts – it’s gorgeous) and was greeted by a receptionist that told me my escort would be with me shortly. I could help myself to a beverage and snack, but chose instead to flip through one of the magazines piled on the table in front of me. Since each play is put on for just one person at a time the ticket start times were staggered by 30 minutes or so. The start time for me was 9:40p on a Sunday night, which added to the drama....