shriiiiitt

I love that the price for 48 hours of fake spring is a full-on thunderstorm

the whole timmy opera/ballet thing is funny considering tristan und isolde is SOLD OUT at the met and I cannot find a ticket

also, rhyming “new york/poppin the cork” unironically is just sad. Did Opening Doors teach us nothing?

agreed. and this belongs in that large can of shows where the intermission unnecessarily disrupts the action. could have been much more satisfying as a single act, 100 minute show.

occasionally charming, often grating. no one can write a second act anymore!

not good! benny and bjorn and (most of) the cast innocent. danny strong jail.

and a third of the capacity. insane

when did ice hockey become a republican sport?!?

I decided to go to work even with that lost voice but the train made sure I stayed home

marked safe from the snowstorm but not from a lost voice. fun tradeoff!

center city is so pretty right now and shockingly well plowed — credit due where it is due

currently buried in a foot of snow. I have worked in-person three mondays so far in 2026

did not expect to sit across a winter olympian on the Acela, but here we are :)

please take your teams meetings with a headphones on the amtrak. I don’t need to know what your deliverables are. so many others (including myself) are working too!

does not make any cohesive sense, but a sheer delight. great cast, exquisite orchestra, classic encores!

Ricky Martin showing up and NOT singing Vida Loca…I get it but a tiny fraction of me wanted to engage in some early 2000s nostalgia

GAGA

no it was not (lots of phony posturing and gesturing, but very pretty to look at I guess?)

heading out to see Hamnet, which I will be rating on a scale of “was it worth braving the cold or not”

wading in cooking and winter discourse at once: I am currently sipping a glass of wine, blasting Barbra on my speaker while simmering a mushroom broth. it’s not that hard!

somehow untied my scarf that was inside my coat!

this wind is NOT for the weak

something deeply funny about “Wuthering Heights“ in quotes.

the clipped phrases are clearly an NYT in-joke at this point. dire, but I am a fan

dated, but immensely performed

if I had a nickel for every time there was a song about the street I live on I’d have two nickels which is so strange

yeah, no

walking and staying completely dry in my snow shoes

Nathan Salstone‘s No Moon made me ascend to the stratosphere. A marvel of a production, and the orchestra played the hell out of that score

could not care less about football but as a resident of philadelphia I must say “go birds” or else I will be guillotined