I just found this on LJ. Thanks Google. Yes, this was me in 1989 and it was my dad's typewriter...

помню брату в школе одноклассник переписал году в 89-м "Седьмого сына". на другой стороне - как щас помню - был альбом Scorpions 88-года "Savage Amusement". чувак был большим энтузиастом - в кассету он вложил распечтаный на матричном принтере (видимо, Дубровкин был мажором - в те годы, да принтер!) а может и на печатной машинке вкладыш - названия песен альбомов. причем, все он перевел на русский язык. так что изначально первые услышанные песни Мэйден я знал как "Седьмой сын седьмого сына", "Зло, которое делает человек", "Лунный ребенок", "Предсказание" и т.д... -) Со скорпионсом та же фигня - "Любовь на бегу", "Не останавливайся на вершине", "Прогулки по острию ножа".....

Да - учились то мы в английской спецшколе, так что такой энтузиазм был понятен :)

New York theatre was, is and will be amazing.

I went to a one-time-only reading of Fat Pig by Neil Labute, read by the original MCC cast, at Lucille Lortel Theatre last week. It's the same play, but with less acting and no decor. It gave a tremedous power to the words, stronger than the best acting. In particular, the scene in which Jeannie slaps Tom didn't need any actual handwaving. Neil couldn't attend, but wrote a touching letter that was read to the audience to a round of enthusiastic applause.

The other play was Les Liasons Dangereuses at American Airlines Theater. Of course everybody knows the story, and Laura Linney gave it all the due respect. It was the real Broadway that makes you feel like you're living each act.

You might recall my earlier window washer post. Two people were "washing windows" of the New York Times building yesterday. The first was Alan Robert, a French dude, who had a sign in the lines of global warming kills more people than 9/11. That was just retarded. The second one was another nut, Renaldo Clarke who had to go through a psychiatric evaluation after his arrest. [NY Times]

The New York Times building is a block down and across the street from my office. These photos were taken by a colleague from our 12th floor. I couldn't get myself to watch more than five minutes of the second climber, I really didn't want to see him fall - something that would haunt my dreams for years.

Yes, this is the line to see Sex and the City last week. It wasn't the day of the opening and wasn't my idea to go see it and definitely not my idea of having to come early to stand in line to get good seats, but I did actually like the movie. It was really scary in the beginning, but turned out to have a real plot with cute moments and had a subplot of New York life that is somewhat realistic. The theatre was easily 90% screaming women too.

I also have to give credit to Sarah Jessica Parker for showing her sad (or real?) face, no make-up, or makeup with extra shadows (?), on a giant screen. That image will haunt many men who ever thought she was pretty.