rm | sundries

The story idea I've been planning to work on on the plane just went sideways on me. I think it's a good sort of sideways, but it makes the project more bizarre which oddly makes it more plausible. Might make a filtered post about that in a bit... although I am always hesitant to explain projects in their formative stages because it makes me sound daft and doesn't capture the _mood_ which is what tends to make my stuff work. Tangentially, showed Kat and Kali the "more hits than you can possibly imagine!" thing last night, which I hadn't watched in ages, and made me happy in a "wow, we're all cluess sometimes, the best we can do is try to be charming about it" way. Kat grokked the madness and Kali was amused, and I was glad of both.

Jerry Orbach died. I saw him perform in 42nd Street a whole bunch of times when I was a kid because I went to school with the producer's daughter. He was one of the greatest musical theater performers there ever was, and even on old crappy videos you can see just how much really brilliant darkness he brought to that show, which always could have been negligible and never was under him. The production in the 80s to my mind was one of the last great runs of the big old-fashioned musical (don't get me wrong there are a lot of shows and revivals I like running now, but Broadway is a different beast now).

I've not said anything really about the tsunami, because my god, what is there to say? It's becomes more horrific and incomprehensible by the day. Lots of people in this city of immigrants have connections to it, and outside of that, I think New Yorkers can read about it and deal with it and donate and react to it, until people start talking about missing posters, and because we can ever so peripherally relate to that, we dissolve.

On a trivial but nagging note, "tidal waves don't beg forgiveness" is a little dark for a journal title, even for me these days. New suggestions? I tend to like snippets of things taken out of context.

I'm about half-packed.