BEDA: The Finale

Today is the 31st, the last day of Blog Every Day August, and I made it! I wasn’t sure I’d be motivated enough, but, I’m glad I did it. It’s interesting to look at the site status and to see the top ten posts this month, it’s quite a variety. It’s interesting to see that steampunk jewelry is still the top search referral in the last thirty days even though I only have three posts on steampunk, ever. But the best stat, the reason for BEDA, is to see the number of drafts that I have, post ideas that I want execute, the blogging steam that has built itself up and will hopefully go on.

Blogging; it’s a difficult thing. A lot of people blog for an audience, they post things for others to read but I always feel bare, exposed – even though I don’t post things I consider personal – when I think of the fact that there is an audience out there, faceless people – people I don’t know, people I do know.  Why do I blog? To keep a records? To share things? I’m not really certain and this is probably why I hop from blog to blog.

This blog started off as a “things to do in New York” blog, and that’s probably why it has lasted as long as it has. It had a purpose. I have strayed off that purpose, but I don’t feel badly about it because it still does highlight my life in New York. I doubt I’d write about “zombies” or “steampunk” or anything else that is a most searched for hit on my blog. I doubt I’d write many personal posts, or things I’d rather share with a person, IN person. I like what it is, a blog about my New York life. It gives it a purpose and it gives me a reason for writing. Not for the faceless and the nameless but for me.

This is the end of Blog Every Day (in) August. Let’s see what September brings. 🙂

Think of Me Fondly

My very first Broadway experience was The Phantom of the Opera. Based on a novel by Gaston Leroux (a French writer), The Phantom of the Opera was adapted for the theater by Andrew Lloyd Webber. The one thing that had been burned into my memory about Phantom was the Masquerade scene and I’ve always dreamed about a masquerade after that. Not a costume party, but a ball with elaborate masks and bright colours and it was just as I remembered it when I saw it again this month.

Next to the songs, the costumes were my favourite part of the play; they were all so fancy and beautiful and just as spectacular as the play itself. The story is always such a moving piece, a disfigured genuis living in the tunnels beneath the Opera House. A person who has never been loved before, falling for a beautiful young chorus girl and doesn’t know exactly how to express that feeling. And Christine, the beautiful young chorus girl, infatuated with her Angel of Music until she finds out that he’s the disfigured genius who lives in the tunnels beneath the Opera House. As the madness of the phantom increases with the body count, Christine finds herself protected by her childhood friend, Raoul, and a great and classical love story is born.

One of the charming things about this play is, while it has an air of seriousness about it, it does not lack humour; the diva-ish doings of Carlotta always brought a smile to my face and the comedic timing of Ubaldo left me in gales of laughter.

The Phantom of the Opera is most definitely a classic show, with its shows within a show, its wonderful costumes and its amazing score. If you find yourself in Time Square, don’t miss out on this gem!

** photo via The Phantom NY site.

Dear iBooks, Why You No Open on Macbook?

Apple, this is a problem. Nook’s doing it, Amazon’s doing it, Adobe Digital Editions is doing it, why are you so far behind? The expectation that comes with purchasing an eBook is that I can read it ANYWHERE! On a plane, on the train, in the house, with a mouse … you get the picture?

Not all Macbook owners have iDevices, so I really think it will increase your profits if your users can consume content across all Apple devices, don’t you? You might even win a few people over! It will only be better for your bottom-line, and you know, cloud readers are all the craze now, so why not jump on that crazy-train?

Cordially yours,
iThings consumer.

Il Laboratorio del Gelato

In lower Manhattan (near Houston street) you will find il laboratorio del gelato and its extremely long list of gelato flavours.

Try not to fill up on samples, you will want to have your own delicious scoop or two, or more! And definitely try to be a little adventurous, it might pay off.

I had a scoop of Choclate Amaretto Crunch and one of Honey Lavender, it was a bit of an odd combination but it was so tasty!

I love the consistency of the gelato, it has just the right amount of sweetness and flavour that it doesn’t overwhelm your taste buds.

If you’re in the area (or even if you’re not) you should give it a try! Especially on these last days of summer.


The Woman in White: Narrative of Vincent Gilmore

The Woman in White

The Woman in White

The Woman in White continues! The first part is here, below is the second narrative, which could have been tied up in a few pages, but instead took many many pages. Also, dogs hate villainous people.


Vincent: I am Vincent Gilmore, the lawyer of Mr. Fairlie. Sir Percival is here, looks old but acts like a young man.

Laura: Sir Percival is so old-looking. I must leave the room because I am too weak to do anything for myself, even to say I don’t want to marry an old man.

Sir Percival: Oh that anonymous letter. Anne Catherick is mad, you cannot believe anything that she says. Her mother begged me to put her into an asylum, and since she was a good woman to me and my family, I put her daughter away. But, because Anne knew what was going on, she decided to hate me.

Marian: I’m not certain.

Sir Percival: I will offer proof, because you are a woman and you need proof! Write to Mrs. Catherick and see if our stories don’t agree. Now I shall play with this dog.

[dog runs away from Sir Percival]

Sir Percival: We should try to find Anne Catherick! Poor soul. Tsk Tsk…

[dog tries to bite Sir Percival as he leaves the room]

Vincent: You don’t seem convinced Marian! And because you are smart and sensible, it makes me uneasy.

Marian: Don’t worry, we will find out from Mrs. Catherick. That dog sure is acting strangely.


Mrs. Catherick: Yes! I know that Anne was put into an asylum.

Marian: hmmm .. that was curt!

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Are you there, God?

Today’s post is a little later than usual. It’s been a long week so, I took a nap around 2pm and got up at 8. I would have turned around and gone back to sleep, but in my head I heard, “you have to do BEDA” so, I dragged myself out of bed to write this. BEDA motivate!

I read this book a while ago, Disappointment with God by Philip Yancey, it’s very thought provoking and it leads to questions like, “Where is God when bad things happen?”

I read this book about 4 years after I moved to the United States, and now, 9 years later, something connected in my head. That something was about the night we moved here and how I could have been disappointed, or taken it as a bad “omen”, and why I didn’t.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that God doesn’t leave us unprepared. Before we left Guyana we were cleaning out the bookcases and I found this old book, Will the Real Phony Please Stand Up? by Ethel Barrett, I don’t remember what grabbed my attention, maybe it was the name, but I decided to read that book on our flight.

The book touched on the life of Job and one of the things that stood out for me was Job, crying out to God, wanting to know why he had fallen so low. His children were dead, he was poor, his friends had forsaken him, his wife told him to curse God and die and his health was affected. Job didn’t have a clue as to why these things happened, yet he still trusted and believed in God. When God replied to Job, he didn’t tell him why he did what he did, he didn’t clue Job in, saying, “Well done, Job!” and though Job was healed and restored, he was never aware of why the bad thing happened in the first place.

I say that God doesn’t leave us unprepared because, that night, we lost the majority of our money and all of our records, the only exception being our passports. It happened at the airport, when we were meeting our family, when we were celebrating our reunion. We were robbed, it was quick, and they took the most important things. My siblings won’t remember, they were very young, 5 and 7 year olds, but I remember. I remember this event with a clarity that I rarely experience when remembering the past. I remember my emotions and I remember that, upon realizing what happened, the first thing that popped into my mind was, “remember Job”.

I could have felt a negative reaction to the entire thing, “How could you God? Where are you? Are you even listening to me?” or, I could have gone the path that comes easier to me, the apathetic path, “Well, obviously God doesn’t take care about his people, so who cares about him?”. However, I found myself taking a different and unexpected path, “Since I am not privy to your ways, God, I’m going to let this play out and trust that you have it all under control. That you will take care of your people.”

I cannot tell you how I would have reacted if I hadn’t read that book, I feel like it prepared me to face that experience and many more after that. The fact is, bad things happen all the time, to all kinds of people; we live in a fallen world and just because I’m a follower of Christ doesn’t give me a pass to a trouble-free life. The thing that determines my faith is how I react when bad things happen. After that experience, whenever the question comes to mind, “Where are you God? Are you there God?” I always hear him say, “I’m right here. Trust me.”

My Fondness for Les Miserables

To love another person is to see the face of God.

When I moved to the United States, I took a few months of high school to finish off my senior year and to take the SATs for university. I started in the beginning of the second quarter and choir was one of my electives.

The Music teacher was working at the school for four years, so he started with my class – then freshmen – and they all had a very close bond. I was the new comer and I definitely felt it.

He had us do a lot of Broadway music and a lot of latin songs, so in our final concert, he wanted the seniors in the choir to do One Day More from Les Miserables and he held auditions for solo parts. I remembered hesitating, after all I’d only been a senior for a few months, but, I liked the song so I tried out for a part. He was definitely hesitant about me being in it, I could tell by the way he treated me compared to the others. I had this stern faced man, waiting for me to riot, while all the others had this jovial, kind-looking man. Finally, he let me be a part of his senior choir’s solo piece, I sang a few lines of Cosette’s part as he wanted to “make sure everyone got a part.” Despite his hesitance, I fell in love with One Day More, the song stuck with me and even though the Broadway show closed while I was in college, I always held out the hope that it would play again.

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