Still at work, with a ton to do. Won't have much time off this weekend, but next weekend I'll be in Zurich with Patty before she comes up here for a couple of days. So hey. I need to book hotels later.
I REALLY MISS FOOD IN NYC RIGHT NOW. I knew I was spoiled, but I had no idea how much. I want a steak with some frizzled shallots at like 3am in the worst way. Seriously, I'm even craving The Odious (what we New Yorkers who are really over it but still go there sometimes anyway call The Odeon).
Wrote, very early in the morning for most of you, this week's Theater Thursday, which is about power and responsibility and being a director and stuff I know about people and (one of the many reasons) I felt like an asshole when I was in Sydney. Considering it only has one real comment and one spam comment so far today, it could really use some love. I also noticed than when I wrote about directors in the piece, I defaulted to the male pronoun, even when I was effectively speaking of myself -- I have enough issues (from traditional writing to my own gender identity) that this could be caused by any number of things, but I just reread the thing and went "Wow, issues." But hey, I'm okay with that if you're okay with that.
YOU GUYS! This was totally my childhood. The NYT doesn't quite get it. The debutante ball really hasn't dwindled in New York. It 's just always been of _such_ a rarified old-money class here that the world it's for is far more hidden than it was even in my childhood and teen years. But, er, yeah. Sometimes you all want to know what the world I grew up in was like, or don't believe it existed. Well, read that. It's one of the places I was sent as if it was (and it wasn't) for someone of my kind.
That boy is totally rocking the Daphne look! And I have a secret internet crush on his mom, who is not worried that his classmate is going to grow up to become a ninja just because he dressed like one for Halloween. I lolled.
I am waiting for the Gender Police to start scrutinizing ultrasound pics, quite frankly. "Ms. Smith, I am concerned that your son isn't roughhousing enough in the womb..."
Daphne Boy was cuter that a bag of buttons, though...
It's pretty true. My youngest daughter was "The Flash" this year, "Spiderman" last year, without much problem, and often wants to play Prince to her sister's Princess.
But now that she's in Kindergarten, someone has clearly noticed; the other day she said "I'd rather play a boy than a girl most of the time. But not at school." and I didn't know whether to just hug her, or hug her and cry.
Oh, and if the weather is clear, DO go for an (overpriced) glass of champagne at the Jules Verne Panoramabar on Uraniastrasse. It was one of the places I made sure to get back to my last few days in Zurich
Taken with a grain of salt in that when I was there I was trying to live and not be a tourist, and also that I was there in warmer weather when there were street festivals and flea markets and such...
The bar's really the main one that you shouldn't miss this time of year -- it's a little hard to find because the entrance is in Brasserie Lipp. Be warned that the place is tiny and can get VERY crowded on a weekend night, so arrive early!
I think you're a little early still for the Christmas Market in the main station -- and Google confirms that it won't be until later in November.
If you like walking around, there are the two sides of the Altstadt -- Rennweg around Lindenhof which has the more exepnsive stuff -- the whisky selection at the Widder Bar is second to none if you like scotch, and they used to have live jazz at night.
The more touristy but grittier side of the Altstadt is across the Limmat in Niederdorf. I'd recommend a couple of fondue places, but there's NOTHING celiac-friendly about fondue. Caberet Voltaire is there, though, if you have an interest in Dada. Other artsy things...there are some Marc Chagall stained-glass windows in Fraumünster, Kunsthaus Zürich is a nice museum, although small.
Clubwise...hmmm....I don't know what the club scene really is there anymore; Valser was OK, but small, there was another fun place called Meylenstein right up at the end of Line 4 at Bhf Tiefenbrunnen . Pur Pur (not too far from Niederdorf) was pretty good, although the DJ needed work. The very best club was some place in a basement along Langstrasse -- old school rap and motown, kids breakdancing, etc. We were there my last night up until about 6 in the morning and I've unfortunately forgotten the name of it (Langstrasse is also the red light district; forewarned is half an octopus).
I'll have to go through my old LJ entries and Flickr pics and see what else comes to mind.
IKR? A friend of mine dressed up as the Save the Clock Tower Woman from BTTF (including screen-accurate flyers and coin-collecting box) for the 2009 Halloween parade, and he had a great time.
What gets me is Mom C physically pursuing the mother of DaphneKid. Getting in someone's face over a costume.
And this was at a church preschool. Do these folks not know that the founder of their faith had long hair and wore a robe/caftan thing most of the time?
My husband wears dresses and skirts occasionally, and his reason: "I don't believe there should be 'women's' clothing and 'men's' clothing."
And he has prettier gothy dresses than I do. And a tall, skinny frame so I can't share :P He was wearing a gorgeous black and red velvet and brocade gown (with a fishnet shirt underneath) the night we met at the goth club. So pretty, and I have been glued to him ever since.
I was glad that the mother pointed out that her child's gender presentation doesn't dictate sexuality. I just wish she would have thought about the possibility that her kid might be gender variant. I suspect that it's hard for a parent to even consider that, though, given the extremely high incidence of abuse, suicide, murder, and homelessness amongst the trans community.
OMG, Barclay! I did that as a kid. What I mostly remember was enjoying the dancing... until my partner bumped into another boy and they started a fistfight on the dance floor.
"This is one of the privileges of growing up a girl -- it was usually safe to at least play at being a boy."
Funny to see this since a lot of the women I work with were discussing the costume rules the schools had sent home regarding Halloween parties. A lot of them specifically said, "No cross-dressing." Which had everyone wondering if that meant girls couldn't be boy characters or just boys couldn't be girl characters.
"Part of a Qantas jet engine dropped off the plane in flight."
It's 7 PM. Do you know where the Darko kids are?
And wow. Cotillion. That's some serious business right there. I'd be lying if I didn't say that's one of those puzzle piece kinds of information in terms of "Oh, so THAT's why..."
And wow. Cotillion. That's some serious business right there. I'd be lying if I didn't say that's one of those puzzle piece kinds of information in terms of "Oh, so THAT's why..."
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Daphne Boy was cuter that a bag of buttons, though...
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~Sor
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Very good point.
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But now that she's in Kindergarten, someone has clearly noticed; the other day she said "I'd rather play a boy than a girl most of the time. But not at school." and I didn't know whether to just hug her, or hug her and cry.
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The bar's really the main one that you shouldn't miss this time of year -- it's a little hard to find because the entrance is in Brasserie Lipp. Be warned that the place is tiny and can get VERY crowded on a weekend night, so arrive early!
I think you're a little early still for the Christmas Market in the main station -- and Google confirms that it won't be until later in November.
If you like walking around, there are the two sides of the Altstadt -- Rennweg around Lindenhof which has the more exepnsive stuff -- the whisky selection at the Widder Bar is second to none if you like scotch, and they used to have live jazz at night.
The more touristy but grittier side of the Altstadt is across the Limmat in Niederdorf. I'd recommend a couple of fondue places, but there's NOTHING celiac-friendly about fondue. Caberet Voltaire is there, though, if you have an interest in Dada. Other artsy things...there are some Marc Chagall stained-glass windows in Fraumünster, Kunsthaus Zürich is a nice museum, although small.
Clubwise...hmmm....I don't know what the club scene really is there anymore; Valser was OK, but small, there was another fun place called Meylenstein right up at the end of Line 4 at Bhf Tiefenbrunnen . Pur Pur (not too far from Niederdorf) was pretty good, although the DJ needed work. The very best club was some place in a basement along Langstrasse -- old school rap and motown, kids breakdancing, etc. We were there my last night up until about 6 in the morning and I've unfortunately forgotten the name of it (Langstrasse is also the red light district; forewarned is half an octopus).
I'll have to go through my old LJ entries and Flickr pics and see what else comes to mind.
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That is amazing, and I plan to steal it like I was a cooking magazine.
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I plan to steal it like I was a cooking magazine
Hee!
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And this was at a church preschool. Do these folks not know that the founder of their faith had long hair and wore a robe/caftan thing most of the time?
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And he has prettier gothy dresses than I do. And a tall, skinny frame so I can't share :P He was wearing a gorgeous black and red velvet and brocade gown (with a fishnet shirt underneath) the night we met at the goth club. So pretty, and I have been glued to him ever since.
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Funny to see this since a lot of the women I work with were discussing the costume rules the schools had sent home regarding Halloween parties. A lot of them specifically said, "No cross-dressing." Which had everyone wondering if that meant girls couldn't be boy characters or just boys couldn't be girl characters.
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It's 7 PM. Do you know where the Darko kids are?
And wow. Cotillion. That's some serious business right there. I'd be lying if I didn't say that's one of those puzzle piece kinds of information in terms of "Oh, so THAT's why..."
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This sentence could end in so many ways.
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