#bang-on nyc

[djkerr]

Christine Baranski 👑 spotted at The Metropolitan Opera House performance of Puccini's Tosca.

📷 @rcallahanphoto | @lastnightatthemet via IG

(November 12, 2024)

[i-m-crazy]

I'm just slightly pissed by the fact that the outfits are so basic? Our boys slay in androgynous outfits but all they got were suits? I feel like SKZ Magic School had better dress codes than this.

Still I'm so happy that they got to attend. They deserve it and we are proud of them.

Also fuck off to all the racist reporters present there.

[synsick]

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[davidhudson]

Lester Bangs, December 14, 1948 – April 30, 1982.

With Debbie Harry. 1978 photo by Chris Stein.

[lq-skz]

[whitefireprincess]

Frida Kahlo | Kozo

[whimsithea]

11.19.2024

[wraithgr4c]

yeah

[comedybingbong]

Scott Aukerman: I’m familiar with FOMO, I’m not sure how you are, but…

Reverend Robert Parsimony: I hear things, I hear things.

Scott: You heard FOMO.

Reverend: I HEARD FOMO, D’YOU DOUBT ME? D’YOU CALL A MAN OF THE CLOTH A LIAR?

[djkerr]

Audra McDonald and cast celebrate the opening night curtain call for the new revival of the musical "Gypsy" on Broadway. ✨

Christine Baranski spotted arriving to the theater and at the after party.

The Majestic Theatre, NYC | December 19, 2024

🎥 @gypsybway | @joejsimon via IG stories

[outofeverythingthisnamewasleft]

[synsick]

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[minimally-incompetent]

Writing samples in an industry where everything is, by nature, highly confidential, were invented by the devil to hurt me specifically

[lq-skz]

[eiffeltowerchasers]

A throwback circa 2016

New York City

[elevenletterwords]

Trying to fall in love at the Natural History Museum.

I'll meet you in the butterfly room, The Vivarium. We'll share a smile over the over-excited 1st graders ahead of us, trying so hard to contain their eagerness, to be still enough so the butterflies will get close to them.

Or maybe under the Blue Whale, where, before I can stop myself, I'll smile too wide and say "handsome little guy huh?" gesturing to a particularly toothy variety of luminous fish.

Or maybe we'll meet on the Cosmic Pathway, where even though the Big Bang ended 10 minutes ago, and a new audience is coming out of the theater, I'm lingering only 500 million years down the path.

I hope you'll think I'm smarter than I am, taking so much time, but the truth is I'm still trying to parse out what a quasar actually is, or how the Hubble telescope can expose an image for 130 hours if it's moving at 17,000 mph. Maybe you'll know the answers, or maybe we'll just stroll down the spiral together, for 13 billion years, and you'll note the wistful irony that the youngest photographs are of the oldest galaxies, and vice versa.

Maybe we'll keep each other company all the way down to the insect room, where you'll marvel at what we must look like to something so small.

So I'll grab you by the arm (I hope that's okay) and say "you have to come see this"

And we'll rush back upstairs, just in time for the last showing of Invisible Worlds, pausing only briefly so you can tell me those dart frogs probably aren't actually poisonous (their diet in captivity prevents them from producing venom) and there's no time to ask a follow up, but god I hope you have more frog facts.

We'll round the corner and the arhythmic horn sounds will start to blend together into a song, and suddenly under the projectors, we'll feel so incredibly small and massive, all at once.

The lights from the ceiling will float across your smile, and you'll consider your abstract, theoretical connection to every other living thing on and beyond this planet. I'll try to do the same, but maybe I'll spend more time considering my abstract, theoretical connection to the new stranger-but-not-stranger I'm standing next to.

Maybe you'll shift your weight and when our shoulders touch I'll thank god for the Big Bang and my parents and the A train, or anything that got me here.

And then, if we're lucky, years from now we'll get to tell our friends that even if we don't remember the exact day, we met in the place where time began.

@amnhnyc