Hiatus

Sorry, folks! But, yes, I DID drop off the face of the Earth. The craziest thing happened, I was on this plane from Australia headed to LAX when we veered off-course and suddenly crashed on this island where crazy shit happens but no one answers any questions and the plot moves excruciatingly slowly.

Oh, no. That's LOST.

Dammit.

But, I'm back, I have a few reviews from June which I'll post for you and I hope to make more regular appearances again.

Stay tuned...

On The Ave. ***

I've recently had the pleasure of traveling to the great state of New York on three separate occasions, two of them being to the fair island of Manhattan. During one stay, I crashed at the modernly sleek On the Ave Hotel on the Upper West Side.

On the Ave is in a great neighborhood that is a quiet retreat from the bustle of downtown or mid town. It's very modern with the classic black, white and red palate - back-lit photography of Manhattan architecture, piano player after 3pm, flat-screens in the hotel rooms, nice bed linens, guest robe, slippers, and turn-down service. The rooms are small by normal standards, but not bad for New York standards. But the best perk is the price. I was traveling for business and stayed for $279/night. Not bad for New York at all, and the best deal in the city at the time. They seem to be running a current $199/night special for the summer. There's no restaurant, so that's a downer, and the elevators were having a bit of difficulty although that didn't really affect me at all. With a few cute restaurants in the neighborhood, and independent shops and groceries within a few steps, the hotel is a great find, and I'm giving it three stars. Have a nice stay... ***

Planes and Trains ***

The two most popular methods of travel between DC and Manhattan are by plane (i.e., "the shuttle") or by train, which means The Acela. Most people fall into one category or the other. Those who chose plane, I find, are more likely to be afflicted with ADD. As you can probably tell, I'm a train girl. But specifically, a fan of The Acela, which is the faster, nicer (all business class) train. And on the Acela, I find myself at home in the "quiet car", where loud-talkers, cell phones, and children are banned. Well, technically, I suppose that children can't be banned, but you never see them there. It's a small piece of utopia, especially en route to the bustling city of Gotham. While it's true, the plane may get you there faster, the train takes you from one downtown to the other without any standing in line. On the train, you have more leg room, larger seats, and that nice, gentle, rocking motion that always lulls me to sleep. Granted, the security is lacking, and this day in age that's a little scary. But I still love the train and give it three out of four stars. ***

China 0

I am officially boycotting China. I will no longer knowingly purchase any goods manufactured there including plastics, foods, clothing, cosmetics, anything. And yes, this is going to be a difficult boycott. I will also be boycotting the summer Olympic Games to be held in Beijing. What's the deal, you ask? I'm so glad you did.

First, China is the chief weapons provider, diplomatic sponsor and largest foreign investor and trade partner to Sudan. The Sudanese government, as I'm sure many of my readers are well aware, is responsible for abominable acts of genocide in Darfur. And yet China continues to strengthen its economic and military ties with Sudan when the Chinese government, single-handedly, has more power than any other nation to convince the Sudanese government to halt the slaughter and stop blocking UN Peacekeepers. China must act to end the genocide in Sudan.

Second, unless you were on another planet, you have heard about the extensive recall of tainted pet foods that originated in China. While the country does appear to be making progress on this particular issue, I can't help but feel that it's only because it has blown up to be such a disgusting mess. It has been widely reported that Chinese manufacturer’s frequently evade US border standards trying to push the same contaminated shipment into the US from several different entry points after being turned away. If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. They take that advice to heart - KNOWING that they are breaking the law and endangering lives.

Third, China's blistering economic and industrial growth is having potentially irreversible impacts on the global environment. Everything is dirty. Seriously. Air and water supplies are so foul that a health crisis in that country is impending. And it won't stay "over there" for long. China's environmental problem is OUR environmental problem - we must require them to do more.

I'm sure you remember all the "Axis of Evil" BS spun by the President during his 2002 State of the Union address. While I don't allow myself to use the word "Evil", I certainly feel that China is contributing more than its fair share of negative vibes into the planet's ethos. For that, I give you NO STARS, China. No love. No money. Get your shit together.

Midwest Airlines ***1/2

Already this year, I have flown Midwest Airlines three times. Once cross-country to San Francisco, another time to Omaha for my father's 80th birthday, and just recently this week to Ohio for work. Last year, I flew the airline a handful of times. While flying Midwest isn't always the easiest way to get from point a to point b, there are many reasons why I opt to ride on this budget-friendly carrier over the big competitors.

First, the seats. My goodness do I leave their seats. And boy do I appreciate their seats even more after I've had to endure other airliner seats. What's so great about them, you ask? All of Midwest is First Class. Seriously. Those big comfy leather chairs that they always parade us economy types past en route to the cramped, blood-clot inducing seats that we have to stuff our bodies into. Midwest is comfy-cozy big leather seats all the way. You can almost hear the wave of sighs filter down the plane as passengers take their seats.

Second, homemade chocolate chip cookies baked in-flight and delivered to you warm. 'Nuff said. The gooey-ness speaks for its self.

Third, the prices are incredibly reasonable. When you take the above mentioned perks into account you would be a fool to fly any other way. Which is why, on a recent trip to Columbus, Ohio, upon learning that there was no direct flight available, I decided it was totally worth it to route my trip through Milwaukee.

So, check 'em out the next time you travel this great country of ours - it appears the airlines is doing well as they add new stops every day it seems. I hope the trend continues, the other guys could learn a lot from the simple and cost-effective luxury. Three and a half out of four stars. If only they gave free meals...or booze...then I'd be totally sold!!

Botalcura La Porfia Carmenere 2003 ***1/2

I am drinking a lovely glass of red wine.

At this very moment.



Yum.

I stumbled on this by accident at my local wine shop after a tough day at the office. It was an impulse purchase at the price of $12, but I'm oh so happy that the impulse came.

I'm a big fan of wine, but rather picky when it comes to red wine and I'm most schooled, really, in American red wine, which means tasty cabernets or zinfindels from California and an occasional dabble into French wines (though I find them particularly intimidating). This particular bottle of tastiness in which I am partaking hails from the Curico Valley of Chile. Having enjoyed some Chilean reds in the past, and being attracted by the label (yes...I'm one of those people...a pretty label never hurt anyone), and the 2005 Silver Award from the International Wine and Spirits Competition in tandem with the inexpensive price tag called me to just go for it.

Upon the pour, your glass is drenched in a lovely garnet color. On the swirl, there are a few legs left clinging to your glass, but not enough to cause concern for syrupy-ness. The nose is complex and aromatic. You can definitely smell some cherry to start with a full earthy depth to follow. Honestly, to me, it smells a bit like a super clean barn out in the country - maybe after a rain - very fresh, clean, and natural. When tasting, the cherry and berry hits you first, followed by something smokey like tobacco with a vanilla finish. The finish, in my opinion, is the best part. It lingers with you but does not turn sour nor astringent. Very smooth. Very tasty.

At this price, how can you really resist, and who hasn't wanted to visit Chile? I won't lie, I've had better reds, but this one is pretty amazing for the price tag without feeling or tasting cheap or mass produced. Three-and-a-half stars. Check it out. It would be great to share on a date.

Karl Rove vs. Sheryl Crow/Laurie David ****

Did you hear about this one?

The annual White House Correspondents Dinner was held weekend before last. This is as close as Washington gets to celebrity with politicos rubbing elbows with some of the Hollywood elite. There's usually a roasting of the President which is always fun, but it's all pretty G rated, and one of the few events where the Powers That Be in Washington can meet in the aisle and have a good laugh.

But Karl Rove was NOT laughing this year.

Apparantly, according to Robert F. Kennedy Jr., it went down like this.

The Dynamic Environmental Duo Sheryl Crow and Laurie David were in town on their bio-diesel cross-country tour. While at the dinner, the women attempted to chide Rove into a friendly environmental discussion. They were charming. He was rude. Rumors are flying that he literally spat on them. He turned his back on them and walked away.

CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?

As Kennedy said, "It was a very strange thing to watch, and a sad thing to think the government is being run by, you know, somebody like that."

HERE, here!

And might I say, so typical of many conservatives on this issue. I hiss at you.

So, Sheryl and Laurie, four stars to you for approaching this monsterously pathetic excuse for a man and trying to have a charming discussion with him. For attempting to educate him, or heaven forbid, engage in public debate. And four stars to your bio diesel tour. And four stars for the minnimal toilet paper usage, Sheryl, but may I ask, how often do you flush???

Let it Mellow **

You know the saying, right? If it's yellow, let it mellow...if it's brown, flush it down"? That's right, readers, today's post is not something you'd necessarily want to read during your lunch break, and it's not for those who are uncomfortable with bodily functions. So if you fall into those categories, maybe skip this one. If not, read on because I'm talking about pee, poop and toilets today, my friends.

Did you know that the largest water user in our homes is the toilet? If you have an "antique" toilet that pre-dates 1980, then you might be flushing as many as 5-7 gallons of water each time you flush. Later models aren't necessarily much better using around 1.6 gallons of water per flush. In addition, about 50% of toilets have leaks - either the toilet is running, which you can often hear, and means that water is leaking into the bowl from the tank. And some pesky leaks can be silent. These leaks can account for 15 gallons of wasted water per day, which equates to 5,475 gallons per year.

To make your porcelain throne a bit more eco-friendly, first check for a leak. You can do this easily enough with food coloring. Put a dye tablet or food coloring in the water tank. If color appears in the bowl without flushing, then you have a leak that needs repairing.

But you don't have to stop there.

Let's say you have unloaded your old circa 1980 toilet and installed a new low-flush toilet yielding 1.6 gallons of water per flush. And let's say you "go" an average of 9 times a day. That's 14.4 gallons of water a day, or 100.8 gallons of water a week or 403.2 gallons of water a month or 4,838.4 gallons of water a year - give or take a few. That is a whole lot of water. Enough water, in fact, for a small shark tank at an aquarium. Literally. The aquarium pictured above is a mere 4,000 gallon tank.

What can you do, you ask?

Don't flush as much. Now, I'm talking toilet exclusively. There are a lot of other things you can do in your home to conserve water, so I do understand that this sounds a bit extreme. But do you really need to flush that often? I mean, once it's in the bowl, it's not really going anywhere is it? Especially with the lid down. Now, this is not always "polite". I wouldn't reccommend following the "let yellow mellow" rule at your friend's house, or at work. Obviously, there are limits. But at home, when it's just family, why the heck not? After all, it was good enough for the Fockers.

I give the idea two out of four stars because it's kind of crazy liberal, and not exactly water cooler talk, but give it a shot! I won't tell anyone. And go easy on the toilet paper while you're at it.

Shopping Bag Ban ****

This week, in my environmental post, I'm quite certain that I'm going to make a couple of people mad. Maybe not. Maybe I judge. We'll see...

I fully support San Francisco's ban on shopping bags. Furthermore, I support IKEA's decision to charge customer's five cents for each plastic bag they use.

There, I said it.

As a gen-x-er, I grew up with the plastic bag. My adolescence took place during the 1980's "me" generation and Reaganomics. CONSUME. BUY. SPEND. The world revolves around ME. Put your career before your family. Rape the earth...okay, that's another blog...don't get me started on the baby boomers, we'll all regret it. I digress. What I'm trying to say is that for as long as I remember the plastic bag (sometimes paper) at the check-out counter has always been a given. A free takeaway for your purchase. To make your life easier. As if your life is really that hard to begin with. I mean, those 50 steps out to your car can be pretty tough, for sure. And while I know they implemented this whole "bring your own bag" idea in Europe eons ago, it's sadly a new and fresh idea for me and most Americans.

Unfortunately, many Americans don't like it. I say, stop being so lazy and selfish. Bring your own bag, man!!

It takes over 400,000 gallons of oil to manufacture 100 million bags. That's right. Oil. Plastic bags are petroleum based products. Ponder that the next time you complain about gas prices. But I hear the counter argument already, "You can recycle the plastic bag". Yes, true to a point, although the energy and CO2 emissions needed for the creation and recreation of this crap is yet another reason to just say no.

Here's what I say, and forgive me if it sounds sexist. Women in particular need to embrace this thing and run with it. Now is the time to buy dozens of cute canvas bags for your shopping and explain to your husband/boyfriend/parent/significant other that it's just your way of saving the world. One bag at a time.

Four out of four stars for this idea. Try embracing it. It could make a huge difference.

VA Tech Tragedy and The Media **1/2

Yesterday was a terrible day, wasn't it? I'm embarrassed to say that I didn't hear the unsettling news of the happenings that occurred at Virginia Tech yesterday until the early afternoon when my office-mate mentioned something about it. The campus of this school is a mere four hours from DC and I was surprised I hadn't heard a mention of the incident earlier. I went to CNN.com and sought out the information. The Who, What, When, Where and, my God, Why? At this point, the Associated Press was reporting 31 people were dead, and 28 injured. I could not wrap my head around it.

Several colleagues and I gathered in a conference room for a conference call and while we waited, we tuned in the television to hear some more of the story. Seeking answers like everyone else. I was disturbed at the images that were shown to us over and over again. The constant replaying of footage of a large spattering of blood on the walkway was one such image.

This morning I found it impossible to read through everything that was printed in The Washington Post. The articles were difficult enough to stomach because of the whole tragedy of the situation, but the pictures took it to a different place - and I'm not certain that we needed to go there.

As Americans I worry that the media desensitizes us. Admittedly, I have little to no reaction when I hear of our soldier's death toll in Iraq every night on the evening news. In the daily paper I see images of suicide bombings, the carnage of war, and I move on to read my horoscope without so much as a pause. But it's different when it's so close to home, isn't it? I still tear up when I see images of the World Trade Center on 9/11.

And yet.

As someone who hopes to be a parent someday, I can't help but feel that if my child made it out of that terrible scene yesterday alive, I wouldn't want them to be immortalized in the national news in pictures such as these.
There's a fine line, isn't there, between reporting the news to keep the nation informed and propagating anxiety and fear at the expense of the victims of such a terrifying event. I am uncertain where that line lies. I do have a gut reaction when it has been crossed. I felt that yesterday. The news was alarming enough without the illustration. By constantly bombarding the public with images like these on a regular basis I fear the media aids in the erosion of our humanity. For that, I give their coverageof yesterday's events two-and-a-half stars. I appreciate the reporting; but there really can be such a thing as too much information.

On a personal note. I don't know anyone who attends Virginia Tech. My heart goes out to the families and students who are grieving their loved ones. You are in my thoughts.

Coke Zero ***1/2

I don't really drink pop/soda/coke/whatever you call it in your region of the country. I know it's bad for me. I often find it too sweet. The empty calories make me feel guilty and I've never been able to embrace that "diet" taste. I do, however, like to partake in the after work cocktail. Following our honeymoon in Jamaica, I developed a deep love affair for rum, and the old stand-by classic, easy to make cocktail (perfect for after a hard day at the office) is the rum and coke. Of course, rum, being made of a fermented sugar, is not so calorie friendly. Pair it with a high-calorie cola, and you are screwed. Enter my new favorite thing. Coke Zero.

According to the coke website, "Coke Zero contains Coke-ness (dodgy sounding, I know), the real taste and true essence of Coca-Cola." It's zero calorie and it tastes like coke, and dare I say, it might even be a little bit better. Because to me, it's not as sweet, which is something I participate. It makes it a great mixer. The soda achieves it's lack of calories through the use of aspartame and acesulfame potassium. That's the creepy part. Who the heck knows what that is?! And can that gunk really be good for me?

For that, Coke Zero gets three-and-a-half out of four stars. It's oh so good, just don't think to hard about what you're drinking whilst partaking.

Christopher O'Riley plays Radiohead ***

I haven't always been a Radiohead fan. I discovered them late. But it was life changing. I LOVE these guys. First, I love that they are a band that is really about music - they challenge themselves artistically and I really applaud that. But they are also real people who believe in real issues and stick to them. They are activists and not in that "I'm a celebrity with a very important cause" kind of way. They mean it. Take the song "Fake Plastic Trees" for example. Doesn't get better than that. It is one of my all-time favorites - right up there with George Harrison's "Here Comes the Sun".

Not too long ago, I read a review of Christopher O'Riley's performance of his arrangements of Radiohead's songs for piano at the Kennedy Center. You may know of Mr. O'Riley. He's the host of NPR's "From the Top". He's a classical pianist and has arranged some really contemporary tunes for the ol' pian-a. One such compilation consists of the music of Radiohead (he also has a new Nick Drake cover out).

When I first popped this bad boy into my CD player I hated it. It was, at first, reminiscent to elevator music, or maybe something you'd hear the guy at Nordstrom's play. But I heard my music theory professor say, "listen more intently" in my mind. And so I did. And for that, I am glad. O'Riley nails it. To the point of almost creepy. My favorite of his arrangements is "Black Star" which musical accoutrement is almost as good as the real thing. But that's sort of the problem with this whole concept. It's not the real thing. Yeah, it's different. Some might say "edgy" in a weird sort of way. But it's really just an inversion and take on the cover band, which, I do believe we aficionado's call posers. So, while O'Riley is really damn good and his take on the music is pretty accurate, he's not Radiohead. Mostly, however, I missed the lyrics. A lot. They help to tell the story of the composition and really do have meaning. For that, Mr. O'Riley, I give your interpretation of Radiohead three-out-of-four stars. You're good. Just not that good.

The Glass Castle ***

A good friend and colleague of mine recommended and allowed me to borrow The Glass Castle: A Memoir by MSNBC journalist Jeannette Walls. This is, in fact, the first memoir I've read. I've always been more of the fiction type of girl. Not necessarily "chick lit" as my favorite novelist is Milan Kundera and he's a bit heady, but I do like a good, thinking novel. So, I was a bit surprised that I was so instantly sucked into this book. First, it's an easy read. But the content is so unbelievable and jarring that you would think - or perhaps hope - that it was fiction and not based on someones life.

In essence, and perhaps a bit overly simplistic, the author and her siblings grew up homeless. While it's true that from time to time they had "shelter", a place to lay their heads, the picture that is painted is not of Norman Rockwell's fame. What Walls reveals to us about her family would make many of us say to ourselves, "Huh. I guess I didn't have it so bad after all." Her parents were fanciful drifters leaving their children to rely solely on themselves and one another for the basics - food, shelter and protection. And yet, there is an underscore of love and even gratitude throughout the book. There are, in fact, lessons that only a parent can successfully teach - no matter how cruel the practice be.

This is a great read. It makes you think. It is not so much life-changing, but eye-opening. For that, I give it three out of four stars.

Live Earth **

I'm on the fence about this one. Let's just get that out of the way.

Today it was announced that the US leg of the Live Earth, the Concerts for a Climate in Crisis produced by Save Our Selves will not be in Washington, DC as originally planned, but will be held at Giants Stadium in New Jersey.

I fully support this marriage of entertainment and the environment and the whole call to action by celebrities. I'm just not quite sure - with all due respect to Mr. Gore (who I love) - that this is the right vehicle to raise awareness on this specific issue.

The concert, to be held on July 7, 2007, will follow the Live Aid model of many concerts produced on the same day featuring many show-stopping musicians in an effort to raise awareness. All of this I'm on board with except for the whole event part.

The event's website states:

All Live Earth venues will be designed and constructed by a groundbreaking team of sustainability engineers and advisors directed by John Picard. This greening team will address the environmental and energy management concerns of each concert site, as well as the operations of sponsors, partners, and other Live Earth affiliates.

Each venue will not only be designed to maintain a minimum environmental impact, but will showcase the latest state-of-the-art energy efficiency, on-site power generation, and sustainable facilities management practices.

Having worked festivals and outdoor entertainment spaces for quite some time I know first-hand the impact that these type of large scale events can have on the venue. Bringing hundreds - if not thousands - of people together at a single venue creates a lot of trash. A lot of waste. Property damage. Not to mention that all of these people will be traveling using one form or another to the concert. Many of these people will not opt for public transportation, carpooling or driving hybrids (though I hope some will). This, of course, adds carbon to our atmosphere - and in multiple locations simultaneously, too! Then, there's human waste. (Porta potty anyone?) Sound pollution. (It's rock 'n roll, people! I love it, but it's noisy!) And, while I hope that the electricity to support the live production as well as the video simulcasts comes from a green source, as it seems they are striving, most of the homes I know of that might be tuning in their televisions to watch the concert have not yet flipped the switch.

As a public awareness tool, I think that the concert could be very effective. As an environmental tool, it feels flawed. Now, granted, the attempt is there, but I don't know how practical it really is. And I never thought I would be a skeptic on this issue. I hope that the folks behind this event can prove me wrong - I would really love to see them pull off a large scale event like this that would have no impact on the environment. I just don't know if that's possible. Yet. And for that, I give Live Earth two out of four stars. Great idea. I hope it works, but I'll believe it when I see it.

Vacay

Greetings, readers (all 5 of you)!

I'm going on a little vacay and will be away from the keyboard for a few days. I promise to mentally review things while I'm gone and share all my opinions, or maybe just a few, when I return.

Happy Spring.

Planet Earth ****

April is Earth month. And here at the Daily Review, we are a crunchy sort. We...okay I...have a great appreciation for our planet that was instilled in me at an early age. I also have a great deal of fear about where we are headed. So every Wednesday during the month of April, and possibly beyond, I will be dedicating my review to something "earth friendly".

Have you seen this new series on The Discovery Channel? Planet Earth? To quote Oprah, "It is the best thing that has ever appeared on television".

Indeed.

The 11-part series was 5 years in the making and features the latest in technology. There are many images and sequences that are captured on camera for the first time ever. Ever! And it is beautiful. As I watch the program on our awesome hi-definition TV, I fall in love with the animals that I see, the scenic beauty that this little blue and green ball of ours possesses, and I want to cherish it more than ever before. Each episode finds me riveted and wide-eyed like a child.

Watch it. If you have children, watch it with your children. Show them the greater planet that's out there and teach them to be stewards of it. You can see Planet Earth on the Discovery Channel on Sundays at 8pm Eastern Time. The full DVD set will be released this summer. I give it four out of four stars. It's perfect.

Lush Cupcake ***

I adore LUSH products. It was a delightful treat to recently receive a gift certificate to LUSH from one of my good friends who is, subsequently, another big fan. If you aren't familiar with what I'm talking about, then here's a brief tutorial.

LUSH has actually been around for quite some time. They are an all-natural, hand-made bath and body shoppe from Ye Olde England. They sold their first product to Bodyworks in 1978 and with a few bumps along the way, they are still here kickin' it, and thank goodness. They are cruelty free, and many of the products are made from certified organic ingredients. They are earth-friendly. They make everything - from products to labels - themselves. They are way groovy.

As far as my LUSH adventures, I'm a big fan of the Bath Bomb, the Bubble Bars (lots of bang for your buck there), and the Luxury Bath Melts. And while I am an adventurous person, when I find things that I really love, I have a hard time straying from them. It feels like cheating.

On my latest expedition to LUSH, with gift certificate in hand, I vowed to try something different. And not just a different scent (or as I call it, "flavor"). As I meandered about the store, my feet stopped in front of a display case that closely resembled a salad bar. It was all ice with medium-sized metal bowls containing concoctions that looked (and smelled) like they were toppings at a fancy falaffel shop. The perky sales-girl approached and asked if I'd ever tried any of their face masks. "Is that what this is!?" I exclaimed. I told her about my issues with my tricky combination skin and blackheads on the nose. She went through the "menu" and made her recommendations and offered me a free sample of something that was deliciously titled "cupcake". How could a girl resist?

Cupcake the face product smells like cupcake the eating product. Deliciously chocolate and tempting. It has the consistency of thick frosting. It's hard to resist the taste test, but I did. I reminded myself that a principal ingredient in cupcake is mud. I got over my mud eating phase a long time ago. When applied, cupcake is really thick and sort of difficult to work with. I ran my fingers under the running tap for a little moisture, and that seemed to help in the application of the product. Once it was on, it felt great. No stinging like a lot of products. Cupcake is meant to absorb the oils in the skin and help with those pesky blackheads, but my sensitive skin often finds products dealt the same task as cupcake to be irritating to my skin. This was a nice change. After 10 minutes, it was time to wash the mud off the face. And indeed, it looked disgusting (but still smelled fabulous). It was a bit tricky getting the product off, it was a bit chunky in consistency once it dried out, but with the aid of a washcloth I persevered. And my skin looked great. Definitely some blackheads were defeated in battle. My skin felt smooth and soft and the product didn't dry it out. Good stuff.

So, with that, I give cupcake, from LUSH three out of four stars. The downside here is that the facial masks have a limited life - only about three weeks from when the product was made. It must also be refrigerated. And it's a bit on the expensive side (around $12 for a wee container). All of this combined with the limited availability, since the facial masks can only be purchased in-store, makes the product a bit tricky to attain for the girl-on-the-go. BUT - it's totally worth the trek if you can make it.

Roger Rees or What You Will **1/2

Roger Rees is a charming fellow. Incredibly charming. And we Americans do have a deep love affair for that British accent. As far as I'm concerned, the guy could read the list of ingredients found in a twinkie to me and I would still feel moved and think that something very deep had just been communicated to me, though I'm not quite academic enough to figure it out.

And that's exactly how I felt at the beginning of What You Will: By and About the Bard, Roger's one-man project at the Folger Theatre was like. Following a grand entrance with the Bard's bust under arm, the production was off to a galloping start full of British wit; long, complex sentences; and that whole pentameter thing that makes you think, "Huh?"

Charming, none-the-less. And really, that was sort of Rog's point.

What I found to be the soul of the evening is the idea that Shakespeare, in all his glory, was really just a regular guy. And maybe we should approach his work that way. With reverence, yes, because after several hundreds of years following the guy's death, we're still psycho-analyzing him and his characters. And yet. The great writer adorned his pumpkin pants one leg a time, and liked his regular pint as much as the rest of us.

Rees, who trained with the Royal Shakespeare Company (and holds both Tony and Olivier awards) approaches the text effortlessly. His characters were vivid and likable, and best of all he played himself quite well. There aren't a lot of actors that can do that, you know! But the presentation of the piece as a whole still felt a bit workshoppy. Normally, I wouldn't have a problem with this - I'm actually a huge fan of theatre that's still rough around the edges. But the evening wasn't billed that way, and my ticket cost more than a typical dinner out, and for me - at that price - I expect you to be off book. While the soliloquies and monologues were performed without the aid of a script, two binders were strategically placed on stage to assist in Rees' delivery of the rest of the text, and the blocking was intentionally made to assist the actor in retrieving the binders when he might need them. With all those year's of training, and the scholarly approach of the production, I guess I just expected a bit more. If it was so difficult to commit the text to memory, then perhaps we should cut some text, eh? After all, didn't the Bard once say, "Brevity is the soul of wit"?

And so, I give What You Will: By and About the Bard two-and-a-half out of four stars. It was certainly enjoyable, and I still love Rog, but a nice bottle of wine for my collection would have been better bang for the buck.

To read another review of this piece, visit:
The Washington Post

Cherry Bomb ***1/2

There is a sizeable list of things that makes DC a unique place. One entry pretty close to the top has to be the beloved cherry blossom. Every year, toward the end of March/early April spring literally explodes like a cherry bomb in the District. The effects are precious pink and white fluffy trees scattered all over town. If one is brave enough, the trek down to the Tidal Basin in the balmy spring weather is a voyage to a fantasy-land and makes even the most hardened politico long to toss the shoes aside and frolic singing tra-la-la.

There are Washingtonians who swear that they loathe these bits of pink puffiness. They argue it creates congestion, and that the annual National Cherry Blossom Festival marks the official beginning of tourist season. I concur that the person/fanny pack ratio does increase around this time of year, but for me the true beauty of it all makes it seem worth while. As the blooming event marks the beginning of more pleasant temperatures, it means the beginning of flip-flops, strappy shoes, and short sleeves; long walks over lunch, a pint of the finest hops near the water, and longer evenings to enjoy. Because of this, I give the cherry blossoms in the city by the Potomac three-and-a-half stars out of four (***1/2). The half point is docked only because I do agree about the tourist bit. They are a bit annoying.

Help Desk Review *

I'm already behind as I meant to post this review yesterday when I had the idea for this blog, which means that I'm not necessarily off to the best start, but it's still early so I hope I can redeem myself. With that I mind, I hope to post TWO - count 'em! - Two blog entries today, so just hold on to your horses...

I consider myself to be rather IT/Tech savvy, and at work I don't often need to phone the IT Help Desk for support. But once in a while, something happens that I have no control over, and I clench my jaw and dial. Yesterday was one of those days.

I wasn't able to access an important database and *Creepy Computer Guy responded to the call for help. The office I work in is a satellite office of a larger organization and we don't actually have any IT support physically in our office. When Creepy Computer Guy "helps", he does it remotely, and literally takes over my computer from a secret undisclosed location which only ads to the creepy factor of it all. There are rumors in my office that Creepy Computer Guy (let's call him CCG for short) and his other compadres are bored, they secretly tune into our computers and watch what we're doing. Very creepy. But I digress...

So, CCG calls me and takes over my computer with complete disregard that I was in the middle of several research tasks. CCG never asks, "is this a good time" or "are you in the middle of something" before he takes over your machine. He just charges in there and does it, which is really quite annoying. Then, while closing all my windows and making me feel deflated with a lack of IT power, he engages me in annoying chit-chat about his recent vacation being good for his soul. I'm like, "blah, blah, blah...leave me alone", but keep my comments polite and of proper manner. Then, silence. I can hear CCG breathing, but no longer want to converse with him as he fiddles on my computer. A creepy compadre of CCG then enters the room of their secret undisclosed location and CCG initiates a conversation with them. Never mind that I'm still on the phone, unable to really do any work for about 10 minutes now and my stomach is now growling from the hunger of lunch hour ticking by.

More time passes. Then, I've had enough.

"Um, excuse me CCG", I say. "I sort of need to go. I have an appointment." A blatent lie, but I was desperate for freedom.

"Oh, okay," says CCG. I didn't really need you on the phone anyway.

What?

What!?

At least 20 minutes of time was wasted with me on the phone with CCG and it was all for not. And this is pretty typical.

And so, in my review, I give CCG and the Help Desk of my employment establishment one star *. While the problem was fixed, I didn't need to be there for it, and I think that's valuable information to have when your time is being wasted before your very eyes.

*Note: Some names have been changed to protect my career.

Welcome to the Daily Review

This is a bit of an experiment, and those of you who have read some of my other blogs already know that I'm not that frequent of a writer, though I want to be better about that. Thus begins the daily review. The idea is that it will consist of my rants and raves about one thing that happened during my day each day. Perhaps it's a review of a play, or a book I'm reading. Maybe a review of the morning's metro ride, or my latte. One never knows. Certainly I don't. But I'm hopeful that this might launch me into a glamorous job as a real reviewer of real things instead of my dead-end non-profit gig.

I hope to keep the entries short and sweet, despite my lyrical desire to drag things out. So without adieu, enjoy...let me know what you think.