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My Favorite Things

As of February 21st, here are a few of my favorite things:

1) Paranormal State. I love nothing more than docu-ghost shows, and this one is by far the best. (I'm sorry Ghost Hunters, but the cinematography is sooo much better on PS.) Plus, each episode is a bite-sized half hour, so you get all your scares and still attempt to be productive. Oh wait, they usually run this show in marathon form--so much for that.

2) "How Do You Sleep?" As guilty pleasures go, I still feel I could do a lot worse than Jesse McCartney. I love that all his songs sound like they should be sung by The Tony Rich Project. Don't know who I'm talking about? Then shame on you!

3) A Journal for Jordan by Dana Canedy. It's not what I would call the most well-written book on grief (I believe Joan Didion holds that title until the end of time), but it does completely change your outlook on the soldiers fighting the war in Iraq. This very eloquent book is simply this--a woman writing to her son about his father who died six weeks before he was going to come home from fighting. Tear-jerker? Do you ever need to ask?

4) The Laramie Project. I'm working on it, and I have to tell you, no matter how many times I hear some of these speeches, I still feel like I'm going to burst into tears. And it's not always where you'd think--"How can we put A.J. McKinney to death?" and Russell Henderson's grandmother's speech absolutely slay me. It goes without saying that the compassion the audience feels goes towards Matt, but I love the line about using Aaron and Russell as teachers. Why don't we learn about people who commit these crimes? Why don't we ask them how they got filled with so much hatred? To me, that's what's so devastating.

5) Carla. She's my Top Chef--no matter what.

Come see my solo show "Burn Every Bridge," February 26th - 28th @ 8pm at the Hope Artiste Village in Pawtucket, RI!

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