- That I quite like cooking
- That every single episode of Matlock is available on YouTube
- Maple syrup on things that aren’t pancakes (thank you ALEC, who is from VERMONT, and thus a Maple syrup guru)
- New growth on a plant I was [throw-a-funeral-for-it] certain, was dead!
- That the gray pattern on my hairline is exactly the same as my Dad’s
- That I need [new] glasses
- The sun pouring through the living rooms windows onto the sofa, in a particular spot in between 5 and 8 pm that Tati luxuriates in (she is the ultimate sun-worshipper) that fills our home with light and warmth and hope! this brings me much joy.
- That being “in my prime” also means I am HURTLING toward middle age and you know what? I’m totally okay with it.
29 June, 2020
Recently Discovered: a List
16 June, 2020
"Spectacular" Accidents I have had: a List
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| the broken finger. |
- age five, on stage during a camp theatre performance of “Heaven Hop.” A Jealous older girl tripped me during the tap break. I fell flat on my face, the audience gasped, I got right back up and kept tapping. PRO! (There is video.)
- age sixteen, an innocent scratch turned into a corneal ulcer in my right eye at summer camp. Almost lost the eye. I didn’t.
- age seventeen. The worst wisdom tooth surgery you’ve ever imagined. Imagine something bad: then triple it. That was me.
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| Nothing to see here. Literally. |
- age twenty-seven, I smashed the bones in the middle finger of my left hand with a 15-lb hand weight. It instantly turned black.
- age thirty, I...left the bathtub running, and the water flooded literally my entire apartment. Mom was here and announced chirpily "Well, FLOOR'S CLEAN!" Claaaaassic #MamaSilbs.
- age thirty-two — thirty-six where do I even begin with accidents/injuries/mayhem regarding my Ulcerative Colitis? I won’t bother to but suffice it to say it began as not hilarious and is now, ALL, quite hilarious.
- age thirty-five. I ...fell off of a motorized bicycle and landed on my face. [*Pause for sound FX*]
Let me explain. My big brother Jordan? He has the charisma of a CULT LEADER, and because of this special skill, he has the magical ability to convince me (and others!) to do things they maaaaayyyyybe should ask a few follow-up questions about, without asking even a single follow-up question.
| JUST before! |
I still bear the scars.
| AFTER! OMFG! |
The entire department called me on speakerphone the following day to "check-in."
All this to say: Thanks, Corte Madera Police and Medic dudes! You didn't shame me for being a total idiot, and I don't think anyone has ever cared more about my well being than my own mom. I hope the situation with the dog turned out okay.
- age thirty-six, a beetle flew into my face in a subdivision and, in slapping it off my face in horror, I obliterated the mailbox of a local woman. I apologized (of course, of course, I’m not a monster). Paid for a new mailbox. Got her tickets to the play.
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| JB: appalled at me. |
02 June, 2020
Hopeful Things: a List
- Blank canvases
- Blank Pages
- Seed packets
- New plants
- Train tickets
- Future dreams
- The sight of a surprise parcel waiting outside your door
- Rolls of film
- Collaborations with gifted and respected artistic colleagues
- New (beautiful) pens
- Helping my neighbors
- Making a new friend
- Smiling at a stranger
- A freshly made bed
- New blank notebooks
- The thought of a small child named Volodia, documenting a 1924 Soviet Leningrad with an unwieldy large format camera
- The first of the month
- 15 minutes just before dawn
- Learning a new word
- Seeing the world through the eyes of my nieces
| my new plants: bringing the outside, in |
31 May, 2020
'Hope' By Langston Hughes
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| Art from Trees at Night by Art Young, 1926. (Available as a print.) |
30 May, 2020
Books I read in May: a list
books I read (or re-read) in may:
Severence by Ling Ma
A Poetry Handbook by Mary Oliver
Owl at Home by Arnold Lobel
Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott
Hebrew for Dummies
So Sad Today by Melissa Broder
Wayyyyyy too many articles about the Corona Virus thankyouverymuchandgoodnight
18 May, 2020
Things I'm Absolutely NOT Interested in: a List
- Your birth video. (Put it away, Karen)
- Small talk. (Oh my God. My version of hell is an endless cocktail party of small talk and no alcohol to ease the burdens of said small talk and also, it’s so so hot in this windowless cocktail party room, and also there’s no ice in the non-alcoholic drinks because it’s hell)
- Racism / Fascism / Hate / Violence. (Obviously)
- The episodes of Murder She Wrote that Angela Lansbury introduces, but is not in. (Sorry Dennis Stanton, I like you, but not enough.)
- Hallmark (specifically, Christmas) movies.
- Curated Instagram feeds
- Perfection
- Cancel culture.
- Green peppers. (Life is too short and listen to me: I’m not disgusted by them, this isn’t cottage cheese, but I will not eat a pepper so stop putting them in literally everything)
- BUFFETS. (Especially post COVID? I mean OHMYGOD. I know I just said I’m against Cancel Culture but can we agree that buffets are now canceled?)
- How much you did or did not pay for [INSERT THING HERE] you now own.
- Photos of sourdough starter
- Karaoke.
- Discussing mine OR your dietary restrictions at length (meaning, for longer than the 60 seconds it takes to prevent either one of us from dying), and certainly with any level of sincerity. (LET ME LIVE, KAREN!!)
- Going on a cruise. As a passenger. As a performer. As a HUMAN.
Don’t ask me. Don’t come for me. It’s never going to happen.
In fact, my mother and I have code language for emergencies— meaning, say, we have been kidnapped. Or we are “ready to check out of this life” and would like the other to casually “look away.” (I know this sounds a little ghoulish but honestly, everyone should have emergency and end-of-life conversations way before it’s a reality but I digress…)
ANYWAY, my mother’s code phrase is “AL? I AM GOING ON A CRUISE!” And why is that her code phrase? Because there is NO UNIVERSE in which my mother or my sane self would EVER willingly go on a cruise without being held at gunpoint, and thus, the declaration of her going on a cruise MUST be an indicator of an emergency.
- What you think of me.
- ROMPERS.
10 May, 2020
Things I want to remember about this week 5/3 - 5/10: a list
- Two little kids in masks, looking longingly at the playground that was locked up.
- GET THIS: A CORGI *PUPPY*
- New growth on my plants
- Alec learning all about how to cook with salt. Adorable.
- Sunday, a gorgeous day by the river
- Monday, a miserable day by the river in which I kept saying “MISERY” out loud until Alec relented and agreed to go home
- A reunion of our London Indecent company for what would have been our final
performance. Ale Brider.
- Tati asleep in the middle of the bed LIKE SHE OWNED THE PLACE
- A woman, kissing her partner in a nurse uniform, as he boards the ferry to manhattan from Astoria dock…
07 May, 2020
WhatsOnStage Q & A: Pandemic Edition
My extremely fabulous and famous cat— Tatiana Angela Lansbury Romanov, who is a “great teacher” in this time of self-isolation. She leads by example, you see, for Tati has been practicing social-distancing and an excessive amount of permissive self-love, every day of her fabulous life.
Tati is not a “doing” she is a “being.” In times of anxiety I will gaze over at Tati and ask: “Tati, what would YOU do?” And her forthright little face will silently say “Why yes Hooman, you MAY take a fifth nap. Now scratch my cheeks and give me a treat, if you please.”
Like I said: she is my teacher. She’s basically The Buddha. Or Miss Piggy. Or a divine mixture of both.
Oh and right right right: Alec — my lovely partner (also an actor, of the classical variety). He’s here too.
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| The cast of Indecent, on ZOOM! |
I miss the gratification of firm handshakes, warm embraces, pub quizzes, dinner parties, the holy coming-together experienced in a theatre, sitting without anxiety beside a stranger, lipstick that doesn’t get smudged by a protective mask, a stranger’s smile across the full view of their face, sharing a meal at a bustling restaurant.
I am missing the cast and production of Indecent at the Menier Chocolate Factory. It was special.
Ya know: life itself.
3) What's your default Pick-Me-Up show tune?
Oh, this one is easy: Run Freedom, Run.
Now. It is very important that I tell you how I do NOT regularly have show tunes on my playlists (it kind of feels like “work” now that it is, well, my work.)
The point is this: ONE SONG ALWAYS REMAINS EASILY ACCESSIBLE… and that, my friends, is "Run Freedom, Run..."
In the Original Broadway Cast recording, Hunter Foster sings the main thrust of the song as protagonist Bobby Strong, with epic contributions from the entire cast.
A few years ago I shared a dressing room "area" with Hunter Foster (we bonded doing “Extremely Downtown New York Artsy Theatre”). I felt a bit sheepish because I didn't know how to accurately express to him JUST how often “Run Freedom, Run” had gotten me out of bed in the morning, or how many times it had turned a bad day around. Oh! The status it held on my mid-Naughties iPod! The glory of it!
Has it made an appearance or five throughout the Pandemic? Naturally.
4) Favourite box-set binge?
This is the easiest answer in all the world for you see, I am Dame Angela Lansbury’s biggest fan. She is my only idol. And thus, I own the entire 12 season box set of Murder, She Wrote and it has gotten EXTENSIVE use during this pandemic.
Murder, She Wrote is camp, yes and dated, sure sure. But it is also soothing, calming, non-violent, and excuse me: the entire premise is the very definition of a strong, independent woman, who happens to be in the third act of her life, kicking ass and taking names across the globe, in glamorous 90s attire, while answering to no one but her own values and New England horse sense.
I love this show.
I can name the episodes by actual title and recall their season and episode number. I WILL beat you at a trivia contest about it for my love for “The Lans” and this iconic television program is the Iconic Comfort TV hill I will die on.
5) What's the When-I-Get-Some-Time project that you are hoping to tackle during lockdown?
- I am journaling, embracing Quiet, and writingwritingwriting more for myself (and less for the publishers) than ever.
- I am also taking such luxurious, indulgent periods writing some very exciting things, for publishers.
- And I’ve installed a shelf
- …and maybe I’ll re-paint the foyer.
But listen: productivity does not a “better” Pandemic experience make. Don’t compare and despair your Quarantine with someone else’s projection of their quarantine on social media. The world is aching. It’s okay to just be.
I am allowing myself permission to not “achieve” a thing, to truly face and embrace The Quiet, and I am trying to learn from it.
I cook nourishing things.
I care for Tatiana and my lovely house plants (and taking great joy in caring for living things within the walls of my apartment).
I contact friends
and teach online.
I sleep.
I think a lot about what this all “means” for humanity and our planet…
All this to say, dear readers: in times like these, your best is more than enough.
6) What are you currently reading?
I am reading voraciously (one of my very favourite activities!)
I’d be remiss to not humbly suggest reading one of my books After Anatevka or White Hot Grief Parade (or, perhaps you’d like me to read them to you, on Audible?)
But I love getting lost in a book, and here are some of my suggestions for Quarantine Books:
- Part 1. Books about Plague!
- Part 2. Books for The Quiet
- Part 3. Memoirs: make some “new friends!"
7) Have you cleaned out your kitchen cupboards? If so, what's the oldest thing you found?
Oh man: you don’t wanna know. But trust me when I tell you it was akin to unearthing that crayon I ate in kindergarten.
8) If you could take a virtual tour of any building in the world which one would it be?
Well, luckily we all already got a Twitter tour of Patti Lupone’s house.
So. There’s that.
But truthfully: if I could spend my entire life, on or offline, in the Tate Modern, I would.
9) How many loo rolls do you really have in your house?
Before the crisis, I had a pretty nice stash! I think I have 12 left of an 18 pack and let’s be real: if anyone needs more than that in a fortnight, they’d need to call a doctor for the much bigger problem they clearly have…
10) If you decided to learn a new language during lockdown, which one would it be and why?
Hebrew.
I actually spent the last year learning and becoming more familiar with Hebrew because I had an adult Bat Mitzvah in December!
I’ve been getting more and more in touch with the historical, ancestral and spiritual side of my experience of Judaism in the last few years, the Bat Mitzvah experience really marking that “officially,” so why not extend it linguistically as well?
I thought this would be an ideal time to take that learning to the next level and try to improve my modern conversational Hebrew (seeing as Biblical Hebrew is a lot like the difference between modern English and Shakespeare, for example—technically the “same” but syntactically very different). It’s been a joy and a great mental challenge.
It’s going well. Shalom, all!
11) Which board game would you choose to while away an evening?
So my partner Alec is so into board games it is a *thing* in our household. He watches YouTube channels of these complex games with live-action gameplay. He reports back.
I’ll enter a room and he’ll be on a video call with his best friend in Chicago saying things like
“Well, as the leader of the Hills and Plains, I declare war on thee!”
Or,
“If we can take Irkutsk we can take the East!”
Or,
“Lords, ladies, we must face the ogre and steal back our MEAD!”
And other such profoundly committed, intensely nerdy things about cards or trolls… or espionage.
I dunno.
It’s a lot.
But adorable enough to be in a committed relationship with.
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| Wine O' Clock! |
Before COVID19 my favorite game was if you can believe it, called Pandemic. “Pandemic" is “one of the best cooperative board games out there,” says Alec, emphatically (and also, I guess… the gaming internet?) It’s about coming together to stop a Global Pandemic. Needless to say, we have NOT indulged in it, ya know: recently.
We’ve enjoyed "Ticket to Ride," “Arboretum" and good old fashioned gin rummy. Alec wins almost all the games (to his great delight, for he is a Capricorn, and though a good sport, quite competitive) except gin rummy for which I am undefeated thankyouverymuch.
12) What time is Wine-O'Clock in your house?
It’s noon *somewhere* you guys.
04 May, 2020
Almost-free things that bring me joy: a List
| Joy. |
- A perfectly smooth duvet on a perfectly made bed
- [The rush of love I feel] watching Tati lounging luxuriously in the sun
- The sound of rain on the windows
- Long white pillar candles
- Spring
- Hand-written postcards and letters from friends
- The smell of a freshly cleaned apartment
- An Epsom salt bath
- Podcasts
- Tati’s sweet little meow
- The smell of a fresh pot of coffee
- The majesty of a raw amethyst
- Sunlight through the leaves
- New growth on a houseplant (esepcially if you were 100% certain you had murdered it with your black thumb of death)
- The sensation of accomplishment, however modest
- Sprigs of herbs in glass jars
- Fresh air in the form of breeze through the open windows
- Clearing out a closet/shelf
- A local outdoor black cat who roams all of Astoria I affectionately call “Midnight Cat.” Midnight Cat is gutsy and sweet and has the most beautiful expressive tail! I love you, Midnight cat!
- That feeling of fully releasing into relaxation into bed...
- Sleeping in
or
- Waking with the dawn ...
- The smell of a new season in the air
- Finding old doodles on the backs of envelopes, scrap papers
- Phone calls, FaceTime, and old-fashioned visits with friends old, new, and potential.
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03 May, 2020
Dressed by Jess!
SO.
When I met wardrobe professional, dresser extraordinaire, smart, cool, genius human Jess Kenyon at Chiacgo Shakespeare Theater in 2018 into 2019, I told her she needed her own TV SHOW.
Cue: PANDEMIC.
CUE: JESS MADE A SHOW! "Dressed By Jess" is a conversation with Jess herself discussing the unparalleled power of costumes and clothing: the visual storytelling, the creativity, and the collaboration. These are not just "costumes" these are the characters' clothes.
On her show Jess discusses the relationship between artist and costumer, the ideas each creative brings to the eventual outcome, the backstage stories that make what we see onstage in the audience happen, and much more.
Jess is one of the greatest costume professionals I've ever worked with, and if she weren't married with a couple of cats I'd force her to come all over the world with me.
I was honored to be among her first interviews and it was such a joy to discuss some of the creative realities that don't get discussed very often!
"Al Silber and Jess discuss Fiddler on the Roof and Camelot. Al Tells amazing backstage stories! Costumes mentioned are designed by: Ana Kuzmanic, Fabio Toblini, Kendra Rai, and Catherine Zuber. Photos shown are taken by: Liz Lauren, Scott Suchman, and Stan Barouh."
01 May, 2020
On this, the First day of May: a List
- Long days [of soft, Impressionist-painting-like] light, noted
- The heart-crushing need to control my pandemic experience, relaxed
- Spring, sprung
- Grain-free loaves of bread, made
- Values, re-assessed
- Murder, She Wrote, [all of it, all twelve seasons, I’m not kidding,] watched.
- Zoom, mastered.
- Hallway, living room AND kitchen, re-painted [for the first time since 2010]
- Plants, purchased [and the outside, brought in]
- Other [quite splendid] DIY, underway
- The sobriety of the loss-of-life, fear, economic toll, inanity of our non-leader, ABSORBED
- Alec, adored
- Tati, worshipped
- It's been raining nonstop here in New York the entire week [on this, what feels like March 57th, in the year of our Lord, 2020] so we are still consuming warm foods and drinks because, pandemic. Because, comforting.
- The realization that April 2020 was singular in its shared global lockdown. In March, the reality of COVID was still creeping up on the Western world. Here in May, certain parts of the planet are on the other side and easing restrictions. For all its horrors, April was singular in its shared Quieting across the world. It somehow felt special that every citizen of the planet was in this Pandemic experience together, and however harrowing, sharing something.
- Tra-la, it's May my loves.
| Family. |
30 April, 2020
Things I Want to Remember about April 2020: a List
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| The Quiet. |
- The Quiet. The beautiful, terrifying Quiet.
- Pink blossoms in full bloom on the corner of 33rd and Broadway, with beautiful Edison bulbs hanging inside them. It took my breath away!
- a two-hour conversation on the phone with Tyne. My beloved friend and mentor.
- An extraordinary email from Ruthy Froch, that left me reeling
- Sending and receiving postcards and letters.
- Watching Trump destroy our country and himself, being filled with anger but mostly extraordinary sadness; and a fire in my belly to do everything in my power to contribute to changing the future.
- The passing of my friend, colleague, and inspiration, Terence McNally.
- And how many wonderful texts, emails, phone calls, and conversations with those who shared his days his passing inspired, and how grateful I feel to have been lucky enough to have been in his circle.
- Lessons from Tati (Eat that snack. Take the nap. Don’t morally assess anything. Don’t do. Be.)
- The incredibly somber moment Alec and I stopped in our tracks as we came across the impromptu refrigerated morgues outside on the sidewalk of Mt Sinai Queens.
- Everything I learned whilst teaching
- Learning that thinking outside the box about how to stay connected whilst apart has provided all of us with huge new ideas and experiences never previously explored. Digital classes, weddings, funerals, birthdays… a way to be included where we’d previously assume one could not be included.
- Cooking with Alec
- Watching “Sister Act” with Alec and bursting at the seams with joy [and full choreography performed at 100] sharing it with him
- Dawn FaceTimes with Bobby every Tuesday.
- The birds that are starting to figure out that our bird feeder is a new local hangout in the neighborhood (and of course, Tati’s response…)
- This new concept of time...
- The freeing, masked, frightened and dangerous walks we took, almost every day
- Supporting Etai. And Alexandra. Proverbially holding them.
- Alec, making a sweet little breakfast (grain-free) toast and egg every morning, and brought it to me on a blue plate and with the proudest grin.
- Confronting The Quiet.
- ...and welcoming it, too.
- The discovery that "returning to normal" is not possible, and not going to happen, and the accompanying grief in response to that reality...
- ... and Yet. Yet. The recognition that our world's "normal" was not sustainable; our planet could not survive it, our bodies could not endure the stress, the hustle, the culture of lack. That we have been forced to face the consequences of our actions and thus, must build a new world. We have thus been invited--inside this horrendous global catastrophe filled with plague and fear and death-- to imagine a world with less hustle, less poverty, less inequity, and filled with more compassion, fairness, empathy, and wellness for ourselves and our one and only planet.
- Dawns. Lots of Dawns.
| Spring isn't canceled. |














