Dame Tuckaberry's Musings

Tuckaberry Productions Presents:

 

A Holiday Cabaret for Families--

Granny’s home has become Holiday Party Central for the Tuckaberry kids, but Granny missed the memo about this year’s holiday party. Join the Tuckaberries in a mix of classic and new holiday songs as they sing, jig, and juggle Granny’s Grinchy attitude into holiday spirit.

·          Fridays, December 12 and 19 at 7:00 PM

·         Saturdays, December 13 and 20 at 7:00 PM

Tickets: $10 for adults, $7 for children 12 and under, FREE for children 3 and under.

 

All performances will be at A.R.T. NY's South Oxford space in Fort Greene, Brooklyn. The South Oxford Space is located at 138 South Oxford St. between Hanson Place and Atlantic Ave. in Fort Greene, Brooklyn.  Easily accessible by subway: take the C to Lafayette, the G to Fulton St. or the 2, 3, 4, N, R, Q, B, D to Atlantic Ave./Pacific St.

 

From our family to yours, Happy Holidays!

 

·          Fridays, December 12 and 19 at 7:00 PM

·         Saturdays, December 13 and 20 at 7:00 PM

Tickets: $10 for adults, $7 for children 12 and under, FREE for children 3 and under.

 

 

All performances will be at A.R.T. NY's South Oxford space in Fort Greene, Brooklyn. The South Oxford Space is located at 138 South Oxford St. between Hanson Place and Atlantic Ave. in Fort Greene, Brooklyn.  Easily accessible by subway: take the C to Lafayette, the G to Fulton St. or the 2, 3, 4, N, R, Q, B, D to Atlantic Ave./Pacific St.

  

 From our family to yours, Happy Holidays!

 

 

 

Dear Tuckaberry friends and fans,

 

We realize that times are, to put it lightly, tough. Nonprofit arts groups are facing, along with many others, one of the bleakest economic outlooks they have ever seen. And yet, in times like these, the joy and hope that community arts groups provide is more important than ever. It is with this in mind that we ask you to consider contributing to the one investment with a guaranteed rate of return: delight.

 

 

 

 

 

Our Three Hundred Hamiltons campaign is still going on, and we’re more than halfway to our goal of paying for our touring sound system:
 

 

 

So please, if you haven’t already, we ask you now, in these challenging times, to consider a donation to help us refill our empty coffers in anticipation of our 2008-2009 season, including: Home for the Holidays with Granny Tuckaberry and our original musical based on Native American folk tales and lore: Round the Circle (visit www.tuckaberry.com for more information)

 

Click here to donate online with a credit or debit card

To donate by mail, send checks to:

Tuckaberry Productions, Inc.

85 Eastern Parkway, 6E

Brooklyn, NY 11238

 Tuckaberry Donors: (2008)

 Michael and Tara Kahn, Anonymous, Margaret Cross, Helen Wicker, Julie Fissinger, Estelle Paskausky, Kiri Kitano, Neal and Betty Lampert, Lawrence Lesher, Geoff Gruetzmacher, Peter Ganbarg, Francis Heaney, Joyce Edwards, Beth Terranova, Paul Stieger, Abigail Diers, Brian Thomas and Bernadette Wilson, Anne Stameshkin, Michael Hagins, Lisa Alsadi, Kevin Gerard, A.R.T. NY

Tuckaberry Donors: (2007)

Andrew Kleiman, Jena Fox, Susan Buschbaum, Timothy Reno, Helen Wicker, Anne Stameshkin, Aaron Zook, Abigail Diers, Florence and Samuel Tucker, Joan and Paul Stieger, Geoff Greutzmacher, Thomas Buckley, Pfizer, Beth Terranova, Brian Selfon, Bradford H. Harlan, Lois Sachs,  David and Colleen Stameshkin, Francis Heaney, Lisa Alsadi, Stephanie Malansky, Jacob Thompson and David Carpenter, Kathryn McClain, Joyce Abernethy, Tom Meadows, Aaron Zook, Bea Levy, Elisa Wallman, Jon Ciccarelli, Julie Fissinger, Margaret Cross, Adam Baritot and Dianna Tucker, Jenni Ferrari-Adler, Mary Ann Raymond, Beth Terranova, Michael Hagins, Luther Johnson 

Tuckaberry Productions is a non-profit organization (IRS Code 501c3) and a New York State Charity

Tuckaberry Productions is a member of A.R.T. NY and Materials for the Arts

 

Hey y'all.  I'm moving.  Blogs, that is.  Sort of.  You can read all about it HERE.

That's the surgery date.  This is kind of perfect (assuming I can keep myself relatively strong and mobile over the month) since it's right after all my fun end-of-summer plans and I'll be up and about again by Halloween.  Which is important.  Because I would hate to miss Halloween.

That's it.  Tiny blog.  No pictures.  Just an update, really.

I'm going now. 

Really.

I have lots of things to do.

I can't be spending all day going on and on about my health and the weather here on the internet.  Really.

I have places to be.




Oh, who am I kidding?  As soon as I close this page I'll spend all day on dlisted.com and netflix watching episodes of "Murder, She Wrote."  

Sometimes, this stupid job is kind of awesome. 

So a few months ago I came to terms with the fact that I am not, actually, gifted with super strength or super regenerative abilities.  Nor can I fly or go invisible, but that's neither here nor there.

In spite of this fact, with the help of a cortisone shot, bed rest, acupuncture, chiropractic and caution I was able to return to "normal life."  I did two months of physical therapy, I went rock climbing, I attended weddings and planned my first vacation since 2005.

A few things happened: I lost some weight, I got a bit stronger, and the cortisone shot began to wear off.  The pain started by waking me up in the middle of the night.  At first, ice was enough to put me back to sleep.  Steadily, Advil and a nerve medication called "Lyrica" re-entered my regimen, as did occasional days off, on the floor, doped on either muscle relaxers or narcotics. 

A few things happened: I gained some weight, was less able to excercise, and the pain continued to increase, becoming a part of my daily life again.  I made an appointment with my pain management therapist who essentially told me that it was time to throw in the conservative towel and that he would neither give me another cortisone shot nor make a follow-up appointment with him and I should call him when I schedule the surgery so that he can make sure I get a good anesthesiologist.

Friday's MRI revealed no miraculous recovery nor significant change.  In fact, things look just slightly worse than they did in February.

So now it's a matter of booking the gig, so to speak, and cancelling all my plans for a while.

Ta-da.  So much for plans.  And normal life.  Disc degeneration doesn't stop after it's started, so I'll be feeble for...oh, the next sixty years or so, if I get my grandmother's longevity genes.


Whatevs.  I'll let you know how it goes.

This past week has blown by, and I meant to post this, oh, five days ago. 

It's wedding season, so we thought we'd crash one.  Turns out we know the couple and apparently 
they had invited us.  Congratulations, Tim and Andrea...

And then we went to this place for a week.









Until we were so blissed out on yoga and vegetarianism that we could barely see straight.

And then we came back to subways, hamburgers, and life in the fast lane.  Well, okay, it's more like the middle lane of  a state highway, but still.

It's good to get away.  And it's good to be home.  Peace, love, and red meat, y'all.

Here I am, belaying for some...one...



That's me at the tippy top.



And one good "ass shot" somewheres in the middle.

more here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/deessedechasse/sets/72157606302253864/

I'll be going to the CCC gym this Weds. evening if anyone wants to come with.

Here they are, my two awesome nieces:

 July 18-23, 2008

 Tuckaberry Productions Presents:

as part of A.R.T. N.Y’s annual festival

Aesop's Foibles

a musical for all ages

by Aaron Michael Zook

  

Starring:

Sarah Amandes, Emily Mattheson, Adam Baritot, Leah Carrell and Robert Stieger

 

 July 18 at 10:30 A.M. and 1:00 P.M.

July 23 at 10:30 A.M. and 1:00 P.M.

at the A.R.T. N.Y. South Oxford Space in Fort Greene, Brooklyn

South Oxford Space is located at 138 South Oxford St. between Hanson Place and Atlantic Ave. in Fort Greene, Brooklyn.  Easily accessible by subway: take the C to Lafayette, the G to Fulton St. or the 2, 3, 4, N, R, Q, B, D to Atlantic Ave./Pacific St.

Click HERE for a map

 Tickets are $5 each for all ages; please call 718-783-1348 or email Tuckaberry@yahoo.com to reserve—seating is limited, and tickets are going fast!

 

And one outdoor performance:

July 19 at 3:00 P.M.

at South Oxford Park

 South Oxford Park is located in Fort Greene Brooklyn on S. Oxford St. between Atlantic Ave. and Fulton St. Rain Location: Great Room at South Oxford Space, 138 S. Oxford St., down the block from the park. Info: 718.398.3078 or www.offbroadwayonline.com

This performance is free for all ages!

 And you can show your support in full color:  (at www.cafepress.com/tuckaberry)

So I have this friend (who also was my first boyfriend in the sixth grade) who now works as a nuclear physicist in Geneva.  I can only assume this means he's learned French and is helping with the Particle Accelorator (whose existence I only discovered last year even though it's been in the making for 14 years).  

Apparently, this thing is supposed to make teeny black holes in which to create new universes and dimensions.

cool.

Also, apparently, there's a lawsuit to prevent its operation because some (diminutive feline expletive deleted) is afraid the Earth will get sucked up into a black hole.

After listening to this: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=89265915  , I think it's a worthwhile risk.  I mean, consider the future the way it currently stands.  More...what?  Pop culture?  Interweb?  Now, consider the future with alternate universes.  

Life has the potential to be a whole lot more interesting if this thing runs than if it doesn't.  And if the Earth gets sucked up into a black hole, at least I won't have to worry about my poorly-performing 401K anymore.   Besides, The Doctor won't let that happen.  The Earth's demise, I mean.  Not the 401K. 

 

And one underpant:

But where can one buy such wonderful things???

HERE.

Go see Wall-E.

I can usually find something mean to say about, well, anything.

I can't thing of a single thing about this film that wasn't simply wonderful.  

It made me gasp aloud in the theater.  And cry a little.  And laugh a lot.  And yes, we're talking about cartoon robots.

I won't say any more except that if you haven't seen it and want someone to go with, this is the sort of film that I would pay to see twice.  

Shook me to the core, it did.

 

I have just been told that, after two years of addressing holiday cards to "Mr. Jon and Mrs. Jane Doe" that this is incorrect business practice and we're reverting back to addressing them to "Mr. and Mrs. Jon Doe."

I don't know why this bothers me as much as it does.

I feel utterly nauseous and I kind of want to walk out the door and never turn back.

Incorrect business is to deny a woman's right to be addressed by her actual name.

I am revolted. 

I'm planning to hit the climbing gym this Friday evening if I can get a belay partner.

5:30 PM or so.

It's HERE, near Columbus Circle.

1.  Playing the djembe: not so easy, actually.
2.  I have "a lot of issues going on" (says the PHD in psychology.)
3.  Being an office manager sucks.
4.  Cooking bullets in an oven will make them go off. (thanks, Mythbusters!)
5.  Bulls react to motion, not to the color red. (thanks again, Mythbusters!)
6.  Watching TV: pretty educational, actually.
7.  In spite of, or perhaps because of everything that has transpired over the past few months, I am more confident than ever that Tuckaberry will be touring full-time within two years and that it will be my primary occupation even sooner.
8.  UPS sucks. Still.