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I'm interested by the degree to which everyone is talking about Angels in America, or at least everyone in the New York Times. This is a great read: http://www.nytimes.com/2003/12/07/nyregion/thecity/07roy.html

I meanwhile, have to get ready to travel, which means, final Duane Reade errands, packing, shaving my legs, finding my damn disc man, etc etc.

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Check list:

- laundry
- pack: clothes, gifts, food, phone charger, reading material, makeup, skin & hair products, toothbrush, a few headshots (on the odd chance something really critical appears in Backstage on Thursday)
- buy: batteries for discman, stockings, more bus snacks/beverages
- buy: Australian Homemade chocolates to bring
- find discman
- choose CDs
- buy: more audblog posts
- buy: catfood, so roomie doesn't have to deal with that
- take photo of the damn ticket being taller than me
- call my mother (not like she won't call, AGAIN)
- post itinerary
- send various emails
- set various nomails
- clean out email boxes enough that they don't overflow with spam while I'm on the bus
- set myself on vacation on half.com
- shave legs

something stupid that's driving me insane

A friend sent me a CD that has on it Holst's Jupiter. I know I know this piece of music from somewhere, but I can't figure it out. The liner notes mention that it was in an Aussie TV commercial, but I'm fairly sure I've not seen that (I can't be entirely sure, because my dad's in advertising, and watching tapes and programs of international TV commercials is something I've been doing my entire life).

My brain seems to be telling me it was actually used in the score of an American western at some point.

Yes, no, maybe?

One of you has to know, before this drives me entirely batty.

Angels in America

Angels in America -- if you didn't just catch it on HBO, please make a point to whenever they rerun it which will surely be early and often. (The second half airs a week from tonight).

Even if you've read it or had the good fortune to see it on Broadway -- it is a shocking, wrenching thing. I didn't move for three hours, and shook and sobbed at the weirdest things in it. It's horribly visceral, reminds you of the sorts of things you try not to think about, or to forget.

And by an accident it doesn't deserve, really highlights exactly why no one has yet created anything of any use about 9/11 -- because 9/11 happened to all of us, we seek to make it pedestrian, to stamp our ticket, to make it ordinary, to build some new buildings and make a damn memorial and to shut up and get on with it. It wasn't ordinary, but we write plays and poems about the petty details of what we said to our neighbors not while we were breathing in the dust of people, but while we were creating our latest national vocabularly of omission. We have such a need for something, and I don't know if we'll see the likes of it.

Please watch this.