Saturday, October 03, 2009

Well isn't this a bloody mess?

You leave for a while and some gremlin comes in and messes the place up! I guess I need to call one of my smart friends to assist in this housecleaning effort. For my part I'll merely place the blame on Blogger and appeal to your altruistic natures to get out a broom and shovel here.

I have indeed been much absent here of late obviously. I could bore you all to tears and recount the trials and tribulations of the past few months, but I'll spare you the indignity of a blow by blow report. Let it suffice to say matters both professional and personal have kept me quite occupied in both the physical and mental sense.

And in truth I've withdrawn somewhat these last few months for other reasons. For one I genuinely wonder what, if anything, this exercise in vanity is accomplishing. Other than to give me a place to vent. Also, given my general disgust with the world as a whole here of late I felt any commentary would lend itself to nothing more than bitter words thrown against an increasingly uncivil world. And frankly that's nothing I feel I need to be a party to. For my own mental health if nothing else.

Mental candy in the form of harmless escape I suppose can be found on Facebook- which is fine! I really think we all need a bit of that every day to help keep us from going barking mad. But on that subject I have to admit I find some uncomfortable associations (I think Cowbell and Sage probably genuinely understand this) that have been created. On the one hand it has been nice to reconnect with any number of people. On the other hand what the fuck kind of trauma turned some of them in to right wing conservatives? Let's face it, with exceptions, most conservatives may well be perfectly sane people individually. The problems only seem to start much as it does with dogs- they start running in a pack and they turn feral on you. Be that as it may- saying Hi is one thing, catching up is fine, but there are some parts of my life I care not to share with those folks. The nom de plume in this venue has it's reasons.

So I guess I dismantle it or fix it and resume as before and come what may. Or come up with another alternative. I expect I'd better sit myself down for a little talking to.

Carry on with the rest of your day people, be nice to each other out there.

Monday, July 27, 2009

The loss of another great.

Yet another monumental talent has passed. The amazing Merce Cunningham has passed on, arguably the greatest living choreographer in the world peacefully departed Sunday at the age of Ninety. Having danced into his 70's and having remained active in his art as a teacher and choreographer up until the time of his death, the dance world is a little dimmer today without his genius.


Thursday, June 04, 2009

RIP Koko

The world has lost yet another great, the fabulous Koko Taylor. The world is a bit dimmer today minus her talent and huge heart. And Madge, Britney and the rest of you wanna be divas, Koko was a Diva and did it the right way.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Me memed

Both my dear Elizabeth and darling friend Wills tagged me for this one. As we all know I rarely play along on these, spoiled sport that I am, but after a fashion I expect it may perhaps be a good way to return to blogging. I have been much absent due to various obligations and frankly since my dear friend died I’ve really more or less had my head up my ass. I’m still not 100% sure whether it’s the loss of a friend of nearly 30 years or my reaction to my anger with his family. Perhaps equal measures of both.

Anyway, on to the part where I bore you all to tears…

Meme Rules:

1. Respond and rework. Answer the questions on your blog, replace one question you dislike with a question of your own invention; add a question of your own.

2. Tag eight other un-tagged people.

So here goes!

1. What is your current obsession?

Finding the perfect dress for my 30th reunion. You know, the one that makes your ex boyfriends want to drink poison and the former snotty cheerleaders seethe. Fixing the current front lawn debacle. Finding 10 or so extra hours in a week.

2. What do you see outside your window?

Out front- a mess of epic proportion. Out back- a genuinely stunning view of the mountains. I presume you can figure out which one I’m currently ignoring.

3. If you could have any super power what would it be?


4. Which animal would you be?

A Siberian Tiger.

5. Who was the last person you hugged?

My son.

6. What is your favorite color?


7. What’s your favorite food in the whole world?

A perfect Vicksburg sandwich, closely followed by foie gras.

8. What’s the last thing you bought?

Literally- gas. Last thing I bought for myself was a very hot pair of sandals that I doubt I’ll ever get to wear this summer given the ghastly weather.

9. What are you listening to right now?

My son bouncing a soccer ball against the side of the house, the washer running, the gears grinding in my husband’s head as he tries to figure out how to fix the disaster he’s created in the front lawn and Little Feat.

10. If you could quit one bad habit, what would it be?


11. What’s on your beside table?

A really swell lamp (yes Wills with a red shantung shade), a stack of books, an alarm clock, a water glass and probably a fair amount of dust.

12. If you could have a house totally paid for, and fully furnished, anywhere in the world, where would it be?

The Côte d'Azur, but Belize wouldn't suck either.

13. What would you like to have in your hands right now?

A ticket to Rome. Or a winning Mega Millions ticket, then I could actually afford the trip to Rome and take Tate and Tony with me.

14. What was your favorite children's book?

A Little Princess by Frances Hodgeson Burnett

15. What is your biggest fear/phobia?

Roller coasters, they totally freak me out.

16. What's the dumbest thing you've done in the past year?

Left my husband alone with a bulldozer.

17. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?

Chicago, to hug someone I love very much and tell him everything really will be fine one day soon.

18. What did you want to become as a small child?

An actress or a princess. No not the Disney variety- as in for real, like Princess Grace, she fascinated me. Oddly I just wanted the wardrobe and the real estate, didn’t much care about the Prince part of the equation.

19. What posters/pictures do you have on your bedroom wall?

None actually. I have part of my kimono and obi collection hanging instead.

20. What is your plan for tomorrow?

Get the kids to school on time, get to work on time, try and catch up on an insane amount of paperwork, have lunch with my sister, get home in time to get the family fed and get the Hurricane to a band concert by 7:15. Dang, I’m sure I’m forgetting something in there.

21. What was your first job?

Dishwasher, busgirl, scullery maid and prep cook at my parent’s restaurants.

22. Say something to the person/s who tagged you:

Liz- if we put both our lives in a blender we’d have a truly classic southern gothic novel on our hands. You can work on that once you finish the other two. Wills, I am so very, very happy you’ve become a part of my life.

23.Post a favorite childhood photograph of yourself.

Not precisely my favorite, I think it’s in a box at my brother’s with a few thousand other ones. But I was pretty cute before I could talk.

I'm not going to tag anyone, but childhood photos of Tate and Tony would be fun :)

Tuesday, April 28, 2009


The legendary and talented Ekaterina Maximova passed today, the world is a bit dimmer indeed.

With her legendary partner and husband Vladimir Vasiliev. Not the best of video quality, but it makes me smile to see them when they were young in one of my favorite ballets.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Random hilarity

For no reason other than the fact that I really needed a laugh. OK, I admit I actually do love Elmo too. And Ricky Gervais, his David Brent really was genius.

Thursday, March 05, 2009

I could be wrong.

I frequently am..

Let’s have a hypothetical (not) scenario, shall we? You have a couple that married, produced a child and than divorced. You later remarried and ostenisibly your son was integrated into this “blended family”.

Your son however states to his close friends more than once (over a couple of decades) that he has “”the family I was born with and the one I chose.” Humm…

Your son spends nearly every holiday, his birthday and his vacations with his chosen family- not you. Humm.. Except for Grandma, because she’s cool like that.

Your son is dying and the people that got him into an experimental treatment protocol, praying they could save him, and the people that were there dealing with the doctors and held his hand as he slipped away were his “chosen” family- not his blood relations. Humm…

A “Mother” that goes on a cruise while her son is in the hospital is not a Mother.

A “Father” that has to delay a funeral because he has to work it into his schedule is not a Father. (Especially if you’re Jewish- that’s just disrespectful.)

And now suddenly the chosen family isn’t “good enough” to participate in the memorial.

Would that not tell you that you are beyond fucked up? But that’s just my opinion. Perhaps I’m being unduly harsh, I can be like that, I can be a judgmental bitch that way,