Sunday, November 30, 2008


I am attempting to recover from my stellar Thanksgiving outside the city. I spent 4 days laughing my arse off, eating my face off, laughing my arse off, and eating my face off. It was a wonderful, vicious cycle that I am now suffering slightly from and will probably be working off at the gym for the next 2 weeks, or 12 years. My lack of sleep combined with my massive quantities of mashed potatoes and wine made me a bit wackadilly yesterday on the train ride back into the city and I managed to sleep for 12 hours last night.

We have an annual football game over Turkey Day and I was obviously on the winning team.

The others did not posses the skills necessary to dominate on the field.

Although I did manage to slip in the mud and fall on my a**, so I am rocking a stellar bruise on my right side. Totally worth it.

The weather today was the grossiest of grossies, so I spent the majority of my time drinking coffee with my pal Al and avoiding the rain. I can't believe it will be December tomorrow and I will be heading home to CA for the holidays in 16 days.

Where has the time gone??!?!?

Oh! And just a reminder that tonight they will be airing the documentary on Britney Spears. I can't wait. I am going to hop in the bath and then park it on the couch. Britney dramz are perfect for rainy day evenings.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Tuesday, November 25, 2008


My family's favorite Thanksgiving movie, and, well, just one of our favorite movies of all time. Home For The Holidays directed by Jodie Foster. Stellar cast. 1995. Rent it. Love it. I've watched it every year since it came out. I think you'll understand why.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Thursday, November 20, 2008


Last night at the theatre I started to feel like I was getting a little bit of a cold, so I went into my "Mega Prevention Mode." I should seriously have it on my resume how good I am at avoiding illness; I can kick something so quickly my body doesn't even know what happened. I think I developed the skill from being in shows all the time where you can't afford to get sick at all. I am not big on using actual meds, I tend to take more of a holistic approach, and it works pretty darn well, so I thought I would share with you all some of my favorite, incredible remedies for beating that cold. You can buy all of this stuff at almost any health food store, Whole Foods, even at basic drug stores.


This thing has changed my life. I have suffered from serious sinusitis and allergies my whole life and used to get chronic sinus infections. Since I started using this daily, it has been years since I got a sinus infection (I honestly can't even remember the last time I had one) and I no longer get sinus headaches. You put a saline solution (1/4 tsp of salt mixed with 8oz of room temp water) and pour it into the pot. Then you tip your head and pour half of the liquid into one nostril and it comes out the other side, along with all the shiznit in your nose. You then flip your head to the other side and do the reverse. It seems a little whacky at first but it is worth it. Trust. If you have allergies or feel like you're sinuses are getting blocked, pick up one of these and start irrigating your nasal passages! I do up to 4 times a day when I am feeling really stuffed up. That woman above even did it on Oprah!


This is the essence of Black Elderberry and is a great immune system support. It tastes yummy, too! I start taking a few table spoons of this a day if I start feeling a little wonky, or if I am entering a time of high stress. I swear by this stuff.


This caffeine free tea is a singer's dream. If you have a tickle in your throat, this stuff definitely does the trick. It really does actually coat your throat (duh) and is extremely soothing.


Eating fruits, as opposed to just taking Vitamin C, is a great way to keep yourself munching healthy things as well as getting the vitamins straight from the source. Tomatoes! Kiwis! Broccoli! Spinach! All good sources and so good for you, too.

This stuff is actually a little treat for me, but full of anti-oxidants. I mix it with a little sparkling water and it is a yummy drink that I like instead of soda. You can also throw in a splash of orange juice (and some champagne once you aren't feeling sick anymore). Delicious.


I love baths. LOVE them. But they are also great for steaming the living daylights out of yourself and relaxing. Put a few drops of Eucalyptus oil in there to open up your lungs, relax, pamper yourself a little bit, and let the healing begin.


Just drink it all the time. Even when you're not feeling sick.

I like puppies.

Oh, wait.

LoHo is just passed out from doing a little too much blizow. Oops. Let's use a different photo, because she really has come so far from those days. I mean, now she is LoLez and is "sober."

Get lots of real sleep (like at least 8 hours a night). Lots of it. LOTS. And this is one of my favorite books about napping and sleeping and shut eye goodness.

Stay warm and healthy this winter. And don't forget to get your flu shot!!

Wednesday, November 19, 2008


I will never pronounce crocodiles the American way ever again. And I am going to have my babies in Europe.

Once upon a time... from Capucha on Vimeo.


Diddy speaks out on equality/feminism.

"I shave and groom my private areas. It's a better presentation for me. If men require women to go through the pain, we should return the favor."

Tuesday, November 18, 2008


Today I held something that I have been coveting my entire life. Something that I will one day own and walk around showing to everyone.

Today I held...

A Tony Award.

It was magic and felt so natural in my hand (obviously). Someday I will have it on my living room mantel, just like the owner of the one from today. I even gave a short acceptance speech.

My real speech when I win will surely move everyone to tears and I will be weeping buckets, but also be really articulate and not just thank everyone in my life ever but also manage to make a really poignant, grateful statement about how lucky I am to be involved in the arts, how art heals the world, has no cultural boundaries or something, and people will be so blown away. And I will thank all my blog readers.

I'm counting down the days.

Monday, November 17, 2008


The weather has officially chilled out and I spent Sunday shopping with the sister and running errands. After being out in the freezing cold we picked up a pizza, cupcakes, and sat on her couch to watch the official "the winter season has arrived movie" we all know and love...

Awww yea.

Nothing like eating pizza and cupcakes (and drinking homemade root beer!) to bring in the holiday season. I am totally opposed to allowing Christmas decorations to be put up in stores before December 1st, same goes with playing carols in the stores before then too, but this movie needed to be watched. It just needed to happen. And the movie is really about LOVE, as opposed to Christmas, so it is okay.

The classical pianist who lives upstairs from me just busted out Angels We Have Heard On High. Seriously.

Saturday, November 15, 2008


Some of you have inquired as to who I was for the Ween of the Hallow.

I was Suri Cruise. I am holding my "Dianetics for Kids" book.

And this year, Suri really got down.


Just remembered part of my dream from last night. Check it:

I was at this big, old house somewhere and I had to go inside to get something for my trip (I have no idea where I was going) and Raven Symone was in there and she was waaaaaay depressed.

I mean, I would be too if I ever went out looking like that when it wasn't Halloween.

Well, I would be depressed if I ever looked like that.

That was rude. I'm sorry. I digress.

So, Raven was all weepy because her career had gone down the tubes because she wasn't as cute as when she played Olivia on the Cosby show and how Maya Angelou was her grandma and had stolen the part she really wanted in the "Secret Life of Bees" movie and they had just wrapped filming and she didn't get to be in it at all.

She was really upset.

And the kicker?

She was SINGING all of this.

Yes, Raven was vocalizing all of her feelings while walking around a big ole house in my dream last night.

I have NO idea what all of this means. Do I need to start going to a jazz club and singing the blues? Is that what this is all about???

Friday, November 14, 2008


One of my closest friends from high school wins the costume competition for Halloween. I know this is late, but I just saw it because he lives in D.C. But regardless, it is so stellar.

I just had to share his genius with y'all.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008


I've had a little crush on this kid for awhile now and I finally bought his new album the other day. He has collaborated with some of my other musical faves, including Feist. His first album had some good ones on it, but I am partial to this new one, entitled "Jim." It is totally slammin' and I love (almost) every single song on it. And the first track is an insta-hit!

The music video is a little weird, but I like it. I mean, who wouldn't want some turbo foxy guy in a bangin' white suit who can croon like a whiz give you a new pair of eyes? Or ears? Or a mouth? I'm so game. I also think I would be a really great back up singer for his band. Right? I'm glad we're all in agreement here.

I can't wait for him to come back to the states so I can see him get his groove on live and we'll obviously fall in love because he'll see my fierce moves on the floor and be all twitterpatted by the sight of me.

Buy the album. You won't regret it. And, it is the perfect kind of music to put on and dance around to in your apartment.

Not like I've done that or anythingggggggggg. It is just a suggestion.


Tuesday, November 11, 2008




JOHN: What are you thinking??? How is this:

The same person????

This is going to boggle my mind all day long.

Friday, November 7, 2008


A Butler Well Served by This Election

For 34 Years, Eugene Allen Carried White House Trays With Pride. Now There's Even More Reason to Carry Himself That Way.

As a butler at the White House, Eugene Allen saw eight presidential administrations come and go.

Washington Post Staff Writer
Friday, November 7, 2008; Page A01

For more than three decades Eugene Allen worked in the White House, a black man unknown to the headlines. During some of those years, harsh segregation laws lay upon the land.

He trekked home every night, his wife, Helene, keeping him out of her kitchen.

At the White House, he worked closer to the dirty dishes than to the large desk in the Oval Office. Helene didn't care; she just beamed with pride.

President Truman called him Gene.

President Ford liked to talk golf with him.

He saw eight presidential administrations come and go, often working six days a week. "I never missed a day of work," Allen says.

His is a story from the back pages of history. A figure in the tiniest of print. The man in the kitchen.

He was there while America's racial history was being remade: Brown v. Board of Education, the Little Rock school crisis, the 1963 March on Washington, the cities burning, the civil rights bills, the assassinations.

When he started at the White House in 1952, he couldn't even use the public restrooms when he ventured back to his native Virginia. "We had never had anything," Allen, 89, recalls of black America at the time. "I was always hoping things would get better."

In its long history, the White House -- just note the name -- has had a complex and vexing relationship with black Americans.

"The history is not so uneven at the lower level, in the kitchen," says Ted Sorensen, who served as counselor to President Kennedy. "In the kitchen, the folks have always been black. Even the folks at the door -- black."


Sorensen tried to address the matter of blacks in the White House. But in the end, there was only one black man who stayed on the executive staff at the Kennedy White House past the first year. "There just weren't as many blacks as there should have been," says Sorensen. "Sensitivities weren't what they should have been, or could have been."

In 1866 the abolitionist Frederick Douglass, sensing an opening to advocate for black voting rights, made a White House visit to lobby President Andrew Johnson. Johnson refused to engage in a struggle for black voting rights. Douglass was back at the White House in 1877. But no one wished to discuss his political sentiments: President Rutherford Hayes had engaged the great man -- it was a time of high minstrelsy across the nation -- to serve as a master of ceremonies for an evening of entertainment.

In the fall of 1901, another famous black American came to the door. President Theodore Roosevelt invited Booker T. Washington, head of the Tuskegee Institute, to meet with him at the White House. Roosevelt was careful not to announce the invitation, fearing a backlash, especially from Southerners. But news of the visit leaked quickly enough and the uproar was swift and noisy. In an editorial, the Memphis Scimitar would write in the ugly language of the times: "It is only recently that President Roosevelt boasted that his mother was a Southern woman, and that he is half Southern by reason of that fact. By inviting a nigger to his table he pays his mother small duty."

Fifty years later, invitations to the White House were still fraught with racial subtext. When the Daughters of the American Revolution refused to allow pianist Hazel Scott to perform at Constitution Hall because of her race, many letters poured into the White House decrying the DAR's position. First lady Bess Truman was a member of the organization, but she made no effort to get the DAR to alter its policy. Scott's husband, Harlem congressman Adam Clayton Powell, subsequently referred to Bess Truman as "the last lady of the land." The words outraged President Truman, who vowed to aides he would find some way to punish Powell and barred the fellow Democrat from setting foot inside the Truman White House.

The first black to hold a policy or political position in the White House was E. Frederick Morrow, a former public relations executive with CBS. Gen. Dwight Eisenhower's presidential campaign operatives were so impressed with Morrow's diligent work during the 1952 campaign that they promised him a White House executive job if Ike were elected. Ike won, but Morrow ended up being placed at the Department of Commerce. He felt slighted and appealed to Republican friends in New York to force the White House to make good on its promise.


The phone finally rang in 1955 and Morrow was named administrative officer for special projects. He had hoped the title would give him wide responsibilities inside the White House, but found himself dealing, for the most part, with issues related to the Brown desegregation ruling, the Rosa Parks-led bus boycott in Montgomery, Ala., and the 1957 Little Rock school crisis.

"He was a man of great dignity," says Stephen Hess, senior fellow emeritus at the Brookings Institution, who worked as a speechwriter for Eisenhower. Morrow was in a lonely position, but "he did not complain," says Hess. "That wasn't Fred Morrow."

When Morrow left his White House position, he imagined there'd be corporate job offers. There were not. "Only thing he was offered were jobs related to the black community," says Hess. Nonetheless, "after Morrow, it was appropriate to have a black person on the staff of the White House."

'Pantry Man'

Before he landed his job at the White House, Gene Allen worked as a waiter at the Homestead resort in Hot Springs, Va., and then at a country club in Washington.

He and wife Helene, 86, are sitting in the living room of their home off Georgia Avenue NW. A cane rests across her lap. Her voice is musical, in a Lena Horne kind of way. She calls him "honey." They met in Washington at a birthday party in 1942. He was too shy to ask for her number, so she tracked his down. They married a year later.

In 1952, a lady told him of a job opening in the White House. "I wasn't even looking for a job," he says. "I was happy where I was working, but she told me to go on over there and meet with a guy by the name of Alonzo Fields."

Fields was a maitre d', and he immediately liked Allen.

Allen was offered a job as a "pantry man." He washed dishes, stocked cabinets and shined silverware. He started at $2,400 a year.

There was, in time, a promotion to butler. "Shook the hand of all the presidents I ever worked for," he says.

"I was there, honey," Helene reminds. "In the back, maybe. But I shook their hands, too." She's referring to White House holiday parties, Easter egg hunts. They have one son, Charles. He works as an investigator with the State Department.

"President Ford's birthday and my birthday were on the same day," he says. "He'd have a birthday party at the White House. Everybody would be there. And Mrs. Ford would say, 'It's Gene's birthday, too!' "

And so they'd sing a little ditty to the butler. And the butler, who wore a tuxedo to work every day, would blush.

"Jack Kennedy was very nice," he goes on. "And so was Mrs. Kennedy."

"Hmm-mmm," she says, rocking.

He was in the White House kitchen the day JFK was slain. He got a personal invitation to the funeral. But he volunteered for other duty: "Somebody had to be at the White House to serve everyone after they came from the funeral."

The whole family of President Jimmy Carter made her chuckle: "They were country. And I'm talking Lillian and Rosalynn both." It comes out sounding like the highest compliment.

First lady Nancy Reagan came looking for him in the kitchen one day. She wanted to remind him about the upcoming dinner for West German Chancellor Helmut Kohl. He told her he was well ahead in the planning and had already picked out the china. But she told him he would not be working that night.

"She said, 'You and Helene are coming to the state dinner as guests of President Reagan and myself.' I'm telling you! I believe I'm the only butler to get invited to a state dinner."


Husbands and wives don't sit together at these events, and Helene was nervous about trying to make small talk with world leaders. "And my son says, 'Mama, just talk about your high school. They won't know the difference.'

"The senators were all talking about the colleges and universities that they went to," she says." I was doing as much talking as they were.

"Had champagne that night," she says, looking over at her husband.

He just grins: He was the man who stacked the champagne at the White House.

Moving Up, but Slowly

President Kennedy, who succeeded Eisenhower, started with two blacks, Frank Reeves and Andrew Hatcher, in executive positions on his White House staff. Only Hatcher, a deputy press secretary, remained after six months. Reeves, who focused on civil rights matters, left in a political reshuffling.

The issue of race bedeviled this White House, even amid good intentions. In February 1963, Kennedy invited 800 blacks to the White House to commemorate the 100th anniversary of the Emancipation Proclamation. Louis Martin, a Democratic operative who helped plan the function, had placed the names of entertainer Sammy Davis Jr. and his wife, May Britt, on the guest list. The White House scratched it off and Martin would put it back on. According to Martin, Kennedy was aghast when he saw the black and white couple stroll into the White House. His face reddened and he instructed photographers that no pictures of the interracial couple would be taken.

But Sammy Davis Jr. was not finished with 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. He got himself invited to the Nixon White House to meet with the president and talk about Vietnam and business opportunities for blacks. He even slept in the Lincoln Bedroom once. When Davis sang at the 1972 Republican convention in Miami, he famously wrapped his arms around Nixon at a youth rally there, becoming forever identified with a White House that many blacks found hostile.

Lyndon Johnson devoted considerable energy and determination to civil rights legislation, even appointing the first black to the Supreme Court. But it did not translate to any appreciable number of blacks working on his staff. Clifford Alexander says he was the sole black in Johnson's White House, serving first as a National Security Council officer, then as associate White House counsel.


"We were fighting for something quite new," says Alexander. "You knew how much your job meant. And you knew President Johnson was fighting on your behalf." As a young man growing up in Harlem, Alexander had heard about Morrow. Mothers and fathers pointed to him as a grand success story. "Fred was a lovely man," says Alexander. "But they did not pay any attention to him in the Eisenhower White House."

Colin Powell would become the highest-ranking black of any White House to that point when he was named President Reagan's national security adviser in 1987. Condoleezza Rice would have that same position under President George W. Bush.

The butler remembers seeing both Powell and Rice in the Oval Office. He was serving refreshments. He couldn't help notice that blacks were moving closer to the center of power, closer than he could ever have dreamed. He'd tell Helene how proud it made him feel.

Time for Change

Gene Allen was promoted to maitre d' in 1980. He left the White House in 1986, after 34 years. President Reagan wrote him a sweet note. Nancy Reagan hugged him, tight.

Interviewed at their home last week, Gene and Helene speculated about what it would mean if a black man were actually elected president.

"Just imagine," she said.

"It'd be really something," he said.

"We're pretty much past the going-out stage," she said. "But you never know. If he gets in there, it'd sure be nice to go over there again."

They've got pictures of President and Mrs. Reagan in the living room. On a wall in the basement, they've got pictures of every president Gene ever served. There's a painting President Eisenhower gave him and a picture of President Ford opening birthday gifts, Gene hovering nearby.

They talked about praying to help Barack Obama get to the White House. They'd go vote together. She'd lean on her cane with one hand, and on him with the other, while walking down to the precinct. And she'd get supper going afterward. They'd gone over their Election Day plans more than once.

"Imagine," she said.

"That's right," he said.

On Monday Helene had a doctor's appointment. Gene woke and nudged her once, then again. He shuffled around to her side of the bed. He nudged Helene again. He was all alone.

"I woke up and my wife didn't," he said later.

Some friends and family members rushed over. He wanted to make coffee. They had to shoo the butler out of the kitchen.

The lady whom he married 65 years ago will be buried today.

The butler cast his vote for Obama on Tuesday. He so missed telling his Helene about the black man bound for the Oval Office.


First of all, I just wanted to mention yet another reason why I love NY: the bathrooms in the Actor's Equity building where they hold auditions are labeled "Guys" and "Dolls." I just love that.

Also, I walked out of my audition today in Times Square and who was sitting in front of me in a black SUV with the window rolled down looking at everything?

Ricky Gervais! Rock on! He even smiled and did this pose to me!!!

Just kidding. We didn't even make eye contact, but I still got a kick out of seeing him because he is so farking smart and hilare.

Happy Friday!

Thursday, November 6, 2008


So over the summer I went to the rodeo and talked about the Mutton Busters ... they put the kids on sheep, they hold on for dear life and it was incredible.

I finally got the video loaded, so here is a little rodeo for your day! This kid was a CHAMP!

Wednesday, November 5, 2008


"I felt like my vote was the vote that put him into office. ... And that may not be true but that's how much power it felt like I had."


Could Biden's mama be any more freaking adorable? No! No, she couldn't!

Woke up this morning to a whole new world and it feels great. Last night my cab driver, who was originally born in Africa (he did not specify which country) but has been a citizen and eligible to vote for 10 years, told me that this was the FIRST election he ever voted in. The FIRST. In TEN YEARS. He told me that was because this was the, "first election where I ever cared and felt like I mattered."

I must say that McCain's concession speech was so beautiful. I truly was moved by his words and how (dare I say?) classy he was. His audience, however, did not manage to get on the classy bandwagon. They fell short by 2 letters.

They were ASSY.

Because they BOOED. Seriously, people? Seriously? McCain is up there talking about how we have to focus on unity and bringing everyone together, how it is time for unification, and you're going to boo every time he mentions the president elect's name? Seriously people? Get it together! This was not the election for Student Body President at Bayside High. This was not Zack Morris challenging Jessie Spano for Prez because he wants to be able to miss school to go on the trip to DC. This was not the appropriate time to boo.

It was totally immature, it tainted McCain's wonderful speech, and it was disrespectful to both McCain and Obama. Those people should be ashamed of themselves.

I would just like to point out, however, that Obama's supporters applauded for McCain multiple times when he was mentioned in the acceptance speech.

Ok...enough. I am totally over the moon and feel a weight has been lifted off of the shoulders of the world. It is not looking good at all in California right now, which is completely devastating, but I am going to try and hold on to some hope until they have counted every single vote.


Please keep your fingers crossed for CA and Prop isn't looking good right now.

I am off to bed and am so proud of what our country has done. I will never forget tonight, the people I was with, the folks dancing in the streets in the East Village, my taxi driver who almost wept with joy as he drove me home, the list goes on and on...

Change has arrived.


Even before Barack Obama was elected president Tuesday, he had already changed one life - right here in San Francisco.

Seventeen-year-old James Kessler, a junior at Stuart Hall High School, is battling a rare and deadly sarcoma form of cancer.

He had only one wish: to meet Obama in Chicago on election night.

The Make-A-Wish Foundation contacted The Chronicle, which forwarded James' request to the Obama campaign. Not only did campaign officials say "yes" - they did him one better. They phoned James' mom on Friday to suggest that her son immediately catch a plane to Henderson, Nev., where Obama was speaking the next day at a local high school.

After the speech, James was invited inside a portable classroom for a private chat with Obama.

"Unbelievable," said Jean Kessler, who tells us that Obama spoke to her son as if there were nothing else going on - talking about their families, James' hopes for attending college and more.

Finally, before posing with James and his mom for pictures, Obama reminded the teen "to dream big."

"And if this goes as we hope," Obama added, "we need to get you to Washington to my inaugural."

Then, for James, it was off to Chicago, where he was given a prime spot near the likes of former President Jimmy Carter and New Mexico Gov. Bill Richardson.

"It was all I had hoped for," James told his tearful mom.

-SF Chronicle

Tuesday, November 4, 2008


Today is the day. Please, please, please, please go and vote. I beg you.

Be prepared to wait in some lines and bring rations with you so you can keep yourself happy during the wait.

I spoke with an 86 year old woman in Florida yesterday who had tried to vote early, but couldn't stand in the lines that long without a place to sit or her heart medication. So, she is going back today with her own lawn chair and bag of meds. If she can do it, so can you!




SarahSouth tagged me, and since she is my sissy from another missy, I will obviously respond. Plus, as pointed out on her blog, this is a good break from my current state of election hysteria.

I am required to list 6 random facts about myself:

1. I have done the flying trapeze 2 separate times in my life; both were outdoors in a forest.

2. If I were stuck on a desert island and could only take 2 albums with me, I would take the Big Chill soundtrack and Carole King's Tapestry...most likely.

3. While I was living in Jamaica, I climbed the highest peak in the country on a trek that started at 2:00am. We were above most of the clouds, reached the peak right at sunrise, and could see Cuba from the top. It was perhaps one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.

4. I've always wanted to be a published children's book author and used to write books constantly when I was a kid.

5. I once sang in a gospel choir that opened for Maya Angelou when she spoke in San Francisco. Yes, I am a white Irish girl.

6. I didn't lose my first tooth until I was in first grade. They had a chart in my kindergarten class and everyone else got stars because they had lost teeth and I never did. My mom bought me books about other kids who hadn't lost their teeth yet (I think there was one about a little bat??) and they made me feel better. I ended up losing one of my front teeth and the adult tooth didn't grow back in FOREVER. I looked like a little witch because I also had a perm...that I brushed. I looked deranged.

Now I am tagging:


Monday, November 3, 2008