Easter hymn.
This is one of the opening shots in Cabaret. It’s a cinematic transcription of an Otto Dix portrait. I never noticed that before. In other words, akjfhjkahfkhafhka.
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I think the thing Bob Fosse is best at is being the most under-appreciated film director of all time.
Fantastic!
Reasons Easter dinner is my favorite meal forever
Homemade babka
Fresh burrata and tomato
Cheese and more cheese
Prosciutto
Salami
Deviled eggs
Lamb chops
Spinach salad
Ham
Hash brown potato
Homemade pierogi, sauerkraut and potato variety
Kielbasa and sauerkraut
Wine
And repeat. Happy Easter Tumblr family.
Just celebrating the Easter season the best way I know how, my annual Jesus Christ Superstar viewing.
The 13 Most Useless College Majors (As Determined By Science)
1. Fine Arts
3. Film, Video, and Photographic Arts
4. Commercial Art and Graphic Design
5. Architecture
6. Philosophy and Religious Studies
7. English Literature and Language
8. Journalism
9. Anthropology and Archeology
11. Music
12. History
13. Political Science and Government
(Ed: Your primary tumblrs majored in two of these and now work in the field of a third.)
I combined the uselessness of #2 + #9 into something practical.
Happy* Good Friday to those that celebrate. I’ve already mentioned that I’m a huge fan of traditions and that goes for the somber holidays as well.
Good Friday growing up meant one thing: Church Passion Play! You’d better believe this former theatre kid was all over that. I was always gunning for the role of Veronica, because I thought she seemed pretty sassy and I appreciated that she wasn’t the obvious choice…but for a few years in a row, I was cast as Mary instead. It’s unlike me to shun the attention that the leading lady receives, but this particular role had its own challenges.
Namely, I was to sing a solo a cappella, with the crucified Jesus’ (writhing teenage boy) head in my lap. Depending on the particular Jesus, this could bring on instant panic attack. So instead I channeled on my focus on one thing: “Make those old ladies cry, dammit." And you’d better believe I did. *Bows*
(I was initially searching for an image** of the passion play they showed in Saved!, because that’s a pretty accurate representation, but alas, couldn’t find one.)
*Happy? Is that right?
**Newsweek overlords- I swear it wasn’t me that googled "Patrick Fugit shirtless." He’s really not my type.
Palm Sunday post (you’ve been warned)
I love holidays. Christmas is my favorite, but honestly, any holiday will do. Besides, the point of a holiday is to establish ridiculous traditions and stick to them. Which is why every Palm Sunday, I pour myself some wine and watch the 1973 musical theatre classic, “Jesus Christ Superstar.” I’m pretty sure this is the only way to properly celebrate the day (ok, bonus points if you actually go to church and/or pick up some palms to fold into little crosses and take home).
Reasons why JCS is the most perfect musical-to-film adaptation ever (Kill yourself, Phantom of the Opera)?
Ted Neeley. Is perfect. I mean, is this not the holiest man you’ve ever laid eyes on?
It really is. Fact: Ted Neeley still tours in JCS, to this day. According to word on the street, Ted may actually believe he’s Jesus.
A recent photo of Ted…note the full head of Jesus-like hair he’s still rocking. It’s got to be a sign.
Carl Anderson as Judas= perfection. And no one could wear a jumpsuit like Carl could. Sigh, gone too soon.
Third best singer after JC and Judas always has to be Simon Zealotes. Larry Marshall…ahhfuckingmazing. Look at that face!!
You, Peter, were awesome in this…and I can totally see why after JCS, you started making strictly porn. Your come-hither stare in the still below is on fire. I mean, to go from “Jesus Christ Superstar” to “Lust at Sea” and “Deep Rub” seems a really natural progression.
Josh Mostel, you were pretty good in Billy Madison and your Jew-fro is amazing, so you get a pass as Herod.
Ugh, do I have to talk about this bitch?
Worst.Mary.Ever. She’s fucking awful. Scoop all the notes you want, Yvonne, my 16 year old musical theatre obsessed former self can out-perform you every time on “I don’t know how to love him.”
Tumblr friends, you’re going to stop everything to watch this, aren’t you? I have so much to say about every character, but I’m already trying to gauge how many followers I’ll lose with this post alone. (I’m also full of opinions about the revival, but I’ll spare you).
ok, I’ll end on Caiaphas’ penis hat. It feels right.
Oh, Alishan, so happy you asked me about my boots, because they are far and away one of my favorite things and therefore deserve their very own post.
My beloved boots are vintage Frye, circa 1976 and nearly identical to the pair that my mom rocked all through college. She hardly saved any of her goodies from back then (tragic!) but redeemed herself by basically becoming a pro-shopper and tracked down a pair just for me.
I’ve slogged through snow and rain in these babies (I should note that I most definitely do not have a delicate step)…but these shoes REFUSE TO DIE! I was heartbroken this time last year when my pinky toe finally burst through the worn leather on the right side, but my amazing father swooped in to save the day. He picked up my pathetic boots and brought them to our local cobbler, who basically stitched my babies back together again, creating a hybrid Franken-Frye that I can continue to clomp around New York in. The boots are responsible for picking up more men than my dogs, I kid you not.
For my followers who are moms, big sisters, babysitters, kids-at-heart,
My wonderful college friend Tim* has an uncanny knack for connecting with kids and has been tearing it up for years with various children’s music projects all over the city (and at Austin City Limits, Lollapalooza, etc). He’s also totally cute, which is a serious bonus for the moms…
Anyway, he’s just created a new kid’s music group “Tim and the Space Cadets” with the goal to “write songs that exist somewhere in the realm between Raffi and Blink-182." Their debut video is above (also directed by another classmate. Yay for FCLC boys making good!) and if I had any little kidlets to share it with, I totally would. I think it’s pretty adorable. Besides, I was raised solely on Raffi and therefore have absolutely no taste in music. Save your kids from a similar fate!
*just ask me about our amazing performance of "The Shape of Things” in our Acting II class. No wait, don’t…my retelling alone will probably bring you to tears. It was THAT.GOOD.
You are definitely the stud muffin of Wet Hot.
[Laughs] If that’s the case, I attribute it to the cutoff jean shorts. And the bandana in the back pocket. That was always the uniform of “that guy.” I lifted the bandana right from Matt Dillon in Little Darlings.
Read the rest of our interview with Stud Muffin Paul Rudd here!
God, it’s been officially summer for a couple days and I haven’t made some strong drinks and re-watched this yet.
What was the shoot like?
We lived at the camp. We slept there. It was like being in summer camp and everybody hung out with everybody. It was the only thing I ever worked on where people would just go to watch scenes being shot, not so much to support, but because it was just really fun. So there was a very communal feel to the whole thing. And if somebody wasn’t working, they would make the run into town, which was about half an hour away, and get all of the beer and stuff for that night. Whenever we were done filming, it was always just a big party. It was a really fun experience. We all knew it at the time. It was like, “Wow, this doesn’t happen a lot.”
Today in Updates:
Very happy to announce that I work here now (trust me, this was a tough one to keep to myself for the past few weeks). I’m beyond thrilled to join the Tumblr team as their resident Communications girl. Drop me a line and say hello!
It’s amazing how much six years feels like just yesterday and a lifetime ago, simultaneously.
In 2011, we were a whopping 25 people (which, coincidentally is the median age of both David and I at that time); an entire company that could fit (sort of) comfortably into one small conference room, count ¾ of its female employees on six feet, and offsite together in one house.
Now, we’re hundreds of people across multiple offices, about to go through an acquisition (again!) and I’m certainly no longer 26. So, while I wouldn’t change the last six years for anything, I know in my heart that it’s time for me to move on to the next adventure.
It’s impossible to sum up six plus years in one sappy tumblr post, so here are some of the greatest hits:
- Helped save net neutrality for a minute there.
- Found a new passion in mental health reform.
- Rallied for Planned Parenthood.
- Fought the good fight.
- Raised over $318k for Hurricane Sandy relief with HONY.
- Brought Tumblr to the White House.
- Helped throw a yacht party, a gutter bar party, a pool party, a rally, a warehouse party, a gif festival, and put a tumblr ice cream truck in Times Square. Sadly, I never got the branded tiny train that I dreamt of for a couple years.
- Rang the opening bell with a hundred or so of my favorite people
- Cannes, SXSW, WHCD, Art Basel, NYFW, DLD, Web Summit, Advertising Week, etc. repeat.
- Spontaneously presented at least one award. Helped win a couple too.
- Watched the NYT Business Section turn blue
- Co-authored a wildly successful seasonal tumblr (hi, dad)
- Co-authored a not-so-successful tumblr (hi Lee, Amanda, DCH, Sima, Brant, Danielle)
- So many interviews, profiles, videos, photo shoots, articles, and at least one guest starring moment on the set of Colbert.
- Traveled the world talking Tumblr, from London to Australia, and a lot of places in between.
- Ruined my google image search results (for a good cause)
- Made some fucking amazing
and strangebest friends. - Took my dad to the White House and had a meeting in 10 Downing. Spent my birthday with the Mayor.
- Posed for an accidental mother/daughter photo shoot with Annie and some other slightly more flattering stuff
- Looked at my phone a lot.
- Essentially lived inside the most creative part of the Internet, with the most passionate users. It’s pretty cozy.
- Had the pleasure of working every day with the best. damn. team. out. there. I have learned so much from them, and so much about myself through them. I can’t wait to one day work for each of them, if they’ll have me. As anyone who has seen me spontaneously crying over the last two weeks knows, they are hard to leave.
Thank you, Tumblr, for an incredible six years. It’s been a dream.
(One last time) Fuck Yeah!
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