Martha Knows Everything...and You Should, Too
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
UNFAIR TO DOGS AND TO TUTUS
Illustrator Patricia Storms draws what happens when you make a bulldog a fashion victim.
Illustrator Patricia Storms draws what happens when you make a bulldog a fashion victim.
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Thursday, July 14, 2005
PLANET CANCER
There are lots of things I don't talk about a lot on this blog. But it's occurred to me, since it's affected so many of those I love, that I might talk a little about cancer, especially since I've decided to put the graphic novel about my dad's brain cancer on...hm, let's call it the middle burner. On the front burner is the cat and dog book stuff.
So far, cancer has skipped over me. But not my dad or my mom or my aunt or my great-aunt or now, a number of Jeff's relatives. It's a drag, and it's a journey. I wish my father were around to find out how many celebrities have gotten exactly the same kind of brain cancer he got, being such a celebrity ho as he was, except that it would bum him out that there's been so little progress in 20 years. Jeff and I saw a little boy in a cafe with a slightly swollen face, too egg-shaped not to have either chemo and/or anti-convulsants causing it. Good luck, I whispered in my mind. Good luck, fast luck, big luck.
I think my two favorite movies about cancer patients are IKIRU, the great Kurosawa classic, which manages to make being a lowly Japanese political functionary the most ass-kicking samurai experience you've ever seen, and my long-ago acquaintances Shari Berman and Robert Pulcini's magnificently cranky AMERICAN SPLENDOR. That movie has lots of fantastic things, not the least of which is Paul Giamatti's furious and yet curiously sexy performance. But holy moly, if there were an Oscar for most realistic chemo side effects, they would have won hands down.
Now, there are amazing cancer blogs, among them, novelist Maureen McHugh's Hodgkins & Me: "I'm home from Planet Cancer and all my friends are here and it's feeling just great."
There are lots of things I don't talk about a lot on this blog. But it's occurred to me, since it's affected so many of those I love, that I might talk a little about cancer, especially since I've decided to put the graphic novel about my dad's brain cancer on...hm, let's call it the middle burner. On the front burner is the cat and dog book stuff.
So far, cancer has skipped over me. But not my dad or my mom or my aunt or my great-aunt or now, a number of Jeff's relatives. It's a drag, and it's a journey. I wish my father were around to find out how many celebrities have gotten exactly the same kind of brain cancer he got, being such a celebrity ho as he was, except that it would bum him out that there's been so little progress in 20 years. Jeff and I saw a little boy in a cafe with a slightly swollen face, too egg-shaped not to have either chemo and/or anti-convulsants causing it. Good luck, I whispered in my mind. Good luck, fast luck, big luck.
I think my two favorite movies about cancer patients are IKIRU, the great Kurosawa classic, which manages to make being a lowly Japanese political functionary the most ass-kicking samurai experience you've ever seen, and my long-ago acquaintances Shari Berman and Robert Pulcini's magnificently cranky AMERICAN SPLENDOR. That movie has lots of fantastic things, not the least of which is Paul Giamatti's furious and yet curiously sexy performance. But holy moly, if there were an Oscar for most realistic chemo side effects, they would have won hands down.
Now, there are amazing cancer blogs, among them, novelist Maureen McHugh's Hodgkins & Me: "I'm home from Planet Cancer and all my friends are here and it's feeling just great."
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
ROB BREZSNY IS MY NEW IMAGINARY BOYFRIEND
Free Will Astrology : Gemini Horoscope
Pablo Picasso is the patron saint of getting paid for doing what you love to do. Over 200 of his paintings sold for more than a million dollars apiece, and he didn't have to wait until he was dead to get a lot of that money. He's your role model in the coming weeks, Gemini. It will be an excellent time for you not only to follow your bliss, but also to profit from following your bliss.
Free Will Astrology : Gemini Horoscope
Pablo Picasso is the patron saint of getting paid for doing what you love to do. Over 200 of his paintings sold for more than a million dollars apiece, and he didn't have to wait until he was dead to get a lot of that money. He's your role model in the coming weeks, Gemini. It will be an excellent time for you not only to follow your bliss, but also to profit from following your bliss.
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
11. having dreams about Jon Stewart
two nights ago: I dreamt that my husband and I were renewing our wedding vows with Jon Stewart and his wife, and a third couple (who I didn’t know). We were doing it in the tiny office of our town’s courthouse. It felt like an episode from “The Dick Van Dyke Show.” Silly and joyous. And at one point, Jon Stewart was hopping around in a pair of boxer shorts that were yellow with blue polka dots!
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Saturday, July 09, 2005
HEATHER HAVRILESKY IS MY NEW IMAGINARY GIRLFRIEND: DANCING WITH THE STARS DIVISION
Because she speaks the damn Dancing with the Stars truth in Salon:: "John O'Hurley (J. Peterman from 'Seinfeld') can dance. He can't shake his ass, and his gut doesn't cry out for tequila, but he can dance. Fit little bunny rabbits may be taking over the universe (and more power to them), but this is a show called 'Dancing With the Stars.' Remember? Let's say it together: 'Dancing With the Stars'! Now, can we please hold on to our creaky Lawrence Welk values for long enough to vote for the guy who does a mean quick-step, instead of being hypnotized by big, bouncing boobies?"
Because she speaks the damn Dancing with the Stars truth in Salon:: "John O'Hurley (J. Peterman from 'Seinfeld') can dance. He can't shake his ass, and his gut doesn't cry out for tequila, but he can dance. Fit little bunny rabbits may be taking over the universe (and more power to them), but this is a show called 'Dancing With the Stars.' Remember? Let's say it together: 'Dancing With the Stars'! Now, can we please hold on to our creaky Lawrence Welk values for long enough to vote for the guy who does a mean quick-step, instead of being hypnotized by big, bouncing boobies?"
10. my Bodum espresso cup...
with espresso from the corner bodega in it….
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Wednesday, July 06, 2005
I JUST FOUND THIS ACHINGLY LOVELY....
Postmodern Courtesan: The Devolution of Love. A young woman talks about meeting an ex-lover whose fire has gone out.
Postmodern Courtesan: The Devolution of Love. A young woman talks about meeting an ex-lover whose fire has gone out.
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
LIZ SMITH WANTS THE OLD MADONNA BACK
And so do I.: "The sexy champagne fizz has flattened. The outlaw has been corralled. Willingly, she insists."
And so do I.: "The sexy champagne fizz has flattened. The outlaw has been corralled. Willingly, she insists."
Monday, July 04, 2005
Sunday, July 03, 2005
THE CAFFEINE SHALL SET YOU FREE
This former Hobokenite and Brooklynite (sob!) believes that her coffee is trying to tell her something. I, too, believe.
This former Hobokenite and Brooklynite (sob!) believes that her coffee is trying to tell her something. I, too, believe.
Saturday, July 02, 2005
This is just one of my favorite not-yet-famous writers on the Web, and she's just redesigned her Web site. Body of Evidence: sex, dogs, true love, cancer, singing, gardening...and a fantastic voice.