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PROGRAMMING NOTE from the Author and Archivist


So obviously I just stopped blogging on this platform. I'll get back to it eventually. Or not. I'm taking a break from all social media. It seemed necessary for my mental health.

The last few years have been busy and … challenging:

- 2015 Happened.
- 2016 Let's call it The Lost Year. (Obviously words failed me.)
- 2017 about broke me. Literally. Mentally.
- 2018 was ridiculous, proving 2017 was just a warm up. (Good thing I was already broken so it couldn't hurt as much.#2018TrashCanFire I thought things were going okay, but maybe not?)

- 2019 was such a blur. I know there were highlights, but then stuff happened and carried into the next year...

- And then in March#2020 really took a turn. Who can even categorize 2020? Do we dare?


I kinda want a do-over of some of the last few years. But life doesn’t work that way.


So for now, I'm hunkering down. Regrouping. Trying to stay safe and sort some stuff out.


Stay safe everyone. Stay well.

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Monday, November 24, 2008

Obama+Les Miz = Les Misbarack

I think I've talked about how I was a chorus and theater geek in high school. I came of age during the apex of the Andrew Lloyd Webber/Claude-Michel Schönberg/Alain Boublil era, with large casts, sweeping sagas, crashing chandeliers, hovering helicopters, and tear-jerking arias galore.

My theater buddies and I ate up this stuff. We collected Playbills, read the theater rags, and ran out to buy the sheet music as soon as it was available in the stores. [Remember, this was pre itunes, ipods, internet, youtube, Twilight, etc, so this was Great Stuff for the teen set back in the (ahem) 1980s and early 1990s. It was a different time, my friends. Different times!] We sang (or in my case, played) those songs and medleys ad nauseum. One of the highlights of the year was the theater bus trip to the Great White Way. One memorable excursion had us taking in a double-header: Phantom of the Opera as the matinee and Les Miserables as the evening show. (Or was vice versus? Doesn't matter! It was a long Broadway day!) Of the two shows, Les Mis was the more memorable and continues to get me right in my little emo-heart to this day.

So, imagine my amusement when someone forwarded the following clip on to me. A drama about a revolutionary political campaign plus a little office romance, just like the original: Obama+Les Miz = Les Misbarack


Again, I am NOT endorsing any candidate, political party, or platform. I am simply finding joy and the delight in the talents and creativity of other people who have time to come up with these things, all the while enjoying a blast from my past and one of my favorite numbers from one of my favorite musicals. Thank you. (**stepping down off soap-box, NOW!**)

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