Sunday Summary #49

1|  There is a large part of me that wants to ignore the fact that Johnny Depp abused Amber Heard, but that is a disservice to her experience.  I’m grateful that she’s speaking out and encouraging other women who are silenced by self-shame to escape dangerous relationships.

2|  Did that last video depress you?  Cheer up with this AMAZING mashup of Hamilton and Beyonce songs.  These people are astoundingly talented.

3|  I love this woman and everything she stands for.

4|  Alexander Hamilton Drunk History!! Does anyone know how I can watch the whole episode?


Sunday Summary #47

1|  I didn’t need more evidence that Lin-Manuel Miranda is the world’s cutiest pie, but the world delivered this adorable family video anyway.

2|  FINALLY the first full-length trailer of Netflix’s A Series of Unfortunate Events.  I am very optimistic!

What I Read | September 2016

This month I filled by brain with murder mysteries, musical histories, travel anecdotes, high fantasy, and (auto)biographies of YouTubers and female saints.  Real on-brand, if my brand is “EVERYTHING,” which it is.

unknownHamilton the Revolution
by Lin-Manuel Miranda and Jeremy McCarter

THE HAMILTOME.  My mom brought this to me, and it only confirms that LMM is a literal genius.  The background information about how the Broadway musical came into existence makes the show even more impressive (how is that possible), and Lin’s notes throughout the lyrics highlight his intelligence, attention to detail, and humor.  I’m forever grateful to know that he thought of the Hamilton/Burr rivalry as something akin to Harry/Draco.

51e6cmjvnlStrong Poison
by Dorothy Sayers

This little murder mystery was gifted to me by a friend who knew I love witty romances, and it totally scratched that itch!  I did, however, accidentally solve the mystery within ten pages, so the actual plot part was not very exciting.  But Lord Peter Wimsey and his too-good-to-be-true feminist feelings for Harriet Vane?  I swooned all over their conversations.

crazy-rich-asiansCrazy Rich Asians
by Kevin Kwan

“I’m getting kind of tired of hundreds of pages of ‘They are SO RICH, check out this thing they own,’” I said to a friend.  “Tricia,” she responded, “Look at the title, you should not be surprised.”  Despite the almost comical portrayal of sickening wealth, I liked its message that all the money in the world will not solve your problems.  Not an original concept, but I’m considering reading the sequel, so some part of me must have loved peeking into the lives of the fantastical Singapore elite.

unknown4Modern Lovers
by Emma Straub

I got this book because I THOUGHT Straub wrote a different book that I enjoyed.  She did not, which is why it turns out I did not super love Modern Lovers.  It’s not bad or anything, but the full extent of my notes on it read: “Eh – interesting but not memorable.”

original-imageThe Road to Little Dribbling
by Bill Bryson

I love Bryson’s travel books, and this one commemorating the 20th anniversary of his Notes From a Small Island seemed like a good investment.  Unfortunately, this time I found his wanderings around Great Britain to be wildly unpredictable – occasionally great, but too often boring.  There’s only so often I can read about an old man being gently annoyed by the state of the society today.

unknown3A Contemplative Biography of Julian of Norwich
by Amy Frykholm

“All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of all things shall be well,” is one of my favorite quotes, so I was interested to read this the-best-we-can-do-with-limited-information biography about Julian of Norwich.  It was very helpful to read about just how difficult it was for a woman to study the Bible centuries ago, let alone to have the freedom to write about her spiritual experiences and offer theological doctrines.  I adore Julian’s message of God’s love and am intrigued by her mysticism, so well, I should probably read her actual book, Revelations of Divine Love, now.  Whoops.

unknown2Assassin’s Apprentice
by Robin Hobb

A friend of mine fell in love with Hobb’s universe and suggested I start at the beginning.  I’m glad I knew there was obsessive potential up ahead, because the first half of this book wasn’t enthralling.  By the end, though, I was totally hooked, and I’m eager to see what political disasters Fitz diverts with the help of a little assassination and mind-melding.

it-gets-worse-9781501132841_hrIt Gets Worse
by Shane Dawson

I love Dawson’s brand, whether on YouTube, his podcast, or in his books.  He a furiously controversial figure, and he delights in crucifying himself…but running through the deliberately shocking humor is a wide vein of authenticity, vulnerability, and hope.  He’s a mess, and he’s writing to people who know that they too are a mess, and somewhere in that I find a lot of beauty.  Do many people call Shane Dawson’s work beautiful?  They should!

Sunday Summary #36: What’s on the Internet

Just some videos this week, but BOY are they great videos spanning my range of interests.

First we’ve got a beautifully created video about Learning a New Language.  This girl is a powerhouse creator, and I LOVE how she captures the struggle of learning a language that is not your own – not so much the mental struggle, but the emotional struggle of not being able to express yourself or even BE yourself in another language.

Then we’ve got Lin-Manuel Miranda talking about his last performance as Alexander Hamilton, and AGH, the end of an era.

Finally, we have the Buzzfeed Try Guys getting photoshopped again, but this time according to female photoshop standards.  I LIVE for their cultural awareness and female positivity while also being absolutely hilarious.

I Can Die In Peace, Because I Saw Hamilton on Broadway

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I don’t even!  Know!  Where to begin.  Half of me feels very centered and calm, like I could die because life has given me its greatest gift:  seeing Hamilton on Broadway with its original cast.  The other half of me wants to spin in circles shouting into the sky because life has given me its greatest gift:  seeing Hamilton on Broadway with its original cast.

At this point in the day, Mom’s excitement is a little bit forced.  By the end, she was fangirling hard.

Our hotel is a three minute walk (turn right on 46th) from Richard Rodgers Theatre, so it was a Hamilton kind of day.  We walked past at noon, and I tried to control an intense wave of envy when we saw the lucky 21 lottery winners who would be seeing the matinee in just two hours.  But we had back-row seats for the night’s performance, so I swallowed my jealousy and followed my mom around other, less important areas of New York City.

We were back at the theater at 4:30.  I wanted to be early for #ham4ham, which began at 5:55.  Ridiculously early, but serendipitous.  I asked a woman standing by a barricade if she was in line for the lottery, and she said no, the matinee was about to let out, and this was where the cast came out to sign autographs.  “Okay then,” I said, claiming a front row spot in front of the door.   Continue reading

My Hamilton Obsession Grows

I have spent…a truly enormous amount of time thinking about Hamilton: An American Musical.  I’ve listened to the soundtrack on repeat throughout every day, I’ve started following Lin-Manuel Miranda on Tumblr, and I’ve looked up what Hamilton’s enneagram type probably was (an 8, though I was hoping he was emotional enough to be a 4 like me).  Awkward conversations like this happen:

Me:  Put Rory [my cat] on Riley’s [my parent’s dog] back.
Mom:  I don’t think they’ll like that.
Me:  They might.
Mom:  I think the cat–I’m sorry, I should call him Rory.  Saying “the cat” feels mean.
Me:  You can call him whatever you want.  It’s like George Washington says:  “My name’s been through a lot; I can take it.”
Mom:  …
Me:  In Hamilton.  He said that in Hamilton.
Mom:  *sighs*
Me:  …I really want to see Hamilton.
Mom:  I KNOW.

But that’s the thing with obsessions.  Literally everything makes me think of it.  And I am determined to convert everyone around me to loving it too.  When Kelly asked what I’d been doing lately, I said, “Well, I’ve been listening to this musical.  Hamilton?  It’s awesome.  You should listen to it.  Here, let write it down for you.”  When I run into anyone who likes history, I practically shove the existence of Hamilton down their throats.  When I spent three hours in the car with Sarah, we talked about painful pasts and grace and then I segued into: “Hey, do you like musicals?  You do?  Have you heard of Hamilton?  You haven’t!?  Well, is there any way I can plug in my phone and we could listen to….Oh, there isn’t?  Yeah, fine, we can talk about Sondheim and Into the Woods, I guess…”

I almost had a convert when I was talking to my brother.  With him, I didn’t even have to pretend to segue.

Me:  Hey, I’ve been trying to think of a way to work this into our conversation, but nothing is coming up.
Roy:  Hah, okay, what is it?
Roy:  Um.  No.
Me:  It’s a musical about Alexander Hamilton, but his story is told through rap and hip hop, like the cabinet meetings are rap battles.
Roy:  ….That sounds awesome.
Me:  I KNOW.
Roy:  Send me a link to somewhere I can listen to it!  I can’t wait to try it out!
Me:  Tell me when you listen to it!  And I expect no less than eleven exclamation points.  Whether you love it or hate it, I want an emotional response.
Roy:  Sure.

It’s been a few days, and nothing!  I was so close.  However, in a week I will be taking the train out to Seattle to see him, and I am nothing if I am not good at monopolizing conversations and forcing my big brother into “participating” in my obsessions, so this isn’t over.

I mean, honestly, at this point I wouldn’t be surprised if at my fundraiser tonight, I didn’t interrupt myself: “I’m so grateful that all of you turned up to support me, and I’m so excited about working with House of Damaris–you know what else I’m excited about, though?  Hamilton the Musical.  Lindsay, is there a way I could plug in my phone….?”