Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tequilla Mockingbird
A Holiday Drink for You and Yours:
2 drams of Tequilla
3 cups ice
2 gold stars
3 purple hearts
1 lime
2 lousy explanations
1 wizened leprechaun
Toss in a blender and frappe, sir!
Jolly well frappe it!
2 drams of Tequilla
3 cups ice
2 gold stars
3 purple hearts
1 lime
2 lousy explanations
1 wizened leprechaun
Toss in a blender and frappe, sir!
Jolly well frappe it!
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Moving On...
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We are sorry for any inconvenience this may cause you.
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We are sorry for any inconvenience this may cause you.
The Management
Email With Lesser Beings Hurts Me...
But to try to pull something sincere from the flaming email wreckage, there is this:
I saw Charlie Kaufman's directorial debut today. I hope Mike Leigh forgives me (but did not see Happy Go Lucky). Most everyone I was with hated it, but he speaks to me. I found it so lovely it made me cry. This is not what anyone else will say about it. I would tell people not to see it in fact, unless I wanted them to hate me too.
Oh well. There are so few people in the world with any real creativity and brilliance.
Most people don't understand abstract thought I find and don't like art, which concept is a simple one: The tension (or play) between reality and abstraction = art. The more abstract one gets the more the audience thins. I tell you, there are few and rare airplanes flying at the greatest heights. I don't blame them. The air is thin enough to make breathing difficult.
That being said, Mister WiFi explained to me why Mr. Rogers was a genius, not by shedding insight on Fred Rogers but on the concept itself.
He said, "He was totally original and could never be replicated...THAT is GENIUS." So maybe I'm a little less offended by the term. But it is a lonely and loosely knit one.
Also Jwolfe told me that Mr. Rogers had a song that said, "Some folks are fancy on the outside and some folks are fancy on the inside...Every body's fancy, every body's fine..." which also gave me a new love of the Mister R.
Then two friends joined his fan club on facebook and sent it my way...Here's where I admit I went with the river on that one...
Who knew this week would be so full of hard-core Fred Rogers Love?
Huh?
I saw Charlie Kaufman's directorial debut today. I hope Mike Leigh forgives me (but did not see Happy Go Lucky). Most everyone I was with hated it, but he speaks to me. I found it so lovely it made me cry. This is not what anyone else will say about it. I would tell people not to see it in fact, unless I wanted them to hate me too.
Oh well. There are so few people in the world with any real creativity and brilliance.
Most people don't understand abstract thought I find and don't like art, which concept is a simple one: The tension (or play) between reality and abstraction = art. The more abstract one gets the more the audience thins. I tell you, there are few and rare airplanes flying at the greatest heights. I don't blame them. The air is thin enough to make breathing difficult.
That being said, Mister WiFi explained to me why Mr. Rogers was a genius, not by shedding insight on Fred Rogers but on the concept itself.
He said, "He was totally original and could never be replicated...THAT is GENIUS." So maybe I'm a little less offended by the term. But it is a lonely and loosely knit one.
Also Jwolfe told me that Mr. Rogers had a song that said, "Some folks are fancy on the outside and some folks are fancy on the inside...Every body's fancy, every body's fine..." which also gave me a new love of the Mister R.
Then two friends joined his fan club on facebook and sent it my way...Here's where I admit I went with the river on that one...
Who knew this week would be so full of hard-core Fred Rogers Love?
Huh?
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Email of the Day:
And the Email of the Day award once again goes to my lovely mother, who just gets better:
"Dear Darla, Nothing new, just miss talking with you! I just read about the fires around L.A.; hope you are far from any of them; take extra vitamin C and other vitamins.
Come visit us if things get worse where you live!
Your Dad had a scary accident on the way home yesterday--he hit a patch of black ice in the Pathfinder before he could put on the 4-wheel drive. He spun all over the road then off it sideways, down a hill about 100 feet without rolling, through a barbed wire fence. He drove with the 4-wheel drive through snow to a nearby ranch house where the owner had just arrived. He offered to pay for the fence, but the man said it belonged to the Fed. govt.--he was happy he had told him so he could check his livestock and make sure none had gotten out. When your Dad got back to the place he went off, there were a truck and boat which had been off before him, a semi, a van on it's top, 2 ambulances and several highway patrol cars. He thought sure he was going to roll, but is fine, the car has a hundred or so scratches from the wire--whew! Thank the Lord he was O.K. He had been fitted with stuff for sleep apnea testing, had tape and wires from his finger and neck, figured the rancher must have wondered what that was about. His heart meds kept him from feeling fear or anxiety, since they slow down his heart and block adrenaline--don't know if that's good or not. So, a quiet Saturday--and I am tired and think I will hit the sack--love you, sweetie, punkin' pie darling! Lots of love, Mom
"Dear Darla, Nothing new, just miss talking with you! I just read about the fires around L.A.; hope you are far from any of them; take extra vitamin C and other vitamins.
Come visit us if things get worse where you live!
Your Dad had a scary accident on the way home yesterday--he hit a patch of black ice in the Pathfinder before he could put on the 4-wheel drive. He spun all over the road then off it sideways, down a hill about 100 feet without rolling, through a barbed wire fence. He drove with the 4-wheel drive through snow to a nearby ranch house where the owner had just arrived. He offered to pay for the fence, but the man said it belonged to the Fed. govt.--he was happy he had told him so he could check his livestock and make sure none had gotten out. When your Dad got back to the place he went off, there were a truck and boat which had been off before him, a semi, a van on it's top, 2 ambulances and several highway patrol cars. He thought sure he was going to roll, but is fine, the car has a hundred or so scratches from the wire--whew! Thank the Lord he was O.K. He had been fitted with stuff for sleep apnea testing, had tape and wires from his finger and neck, figured the rancher must have wondered what that was about. His heart meds kept him from feeling fear or anxiety, since they slow down his heart and block adrenaline--don't know if that's good or not. So, a quiet Saturday--and I am tired and think I will hit the sack--love you, sweetie, punkin' pie darling! Lots of love, Mom
Something More Spicy, Please!
I am in need of something more spicy.
Blandness has been BORING ME TO DEATH.
Why do only the French understand that banality is well, banal. And that nothing is worse than mediocrity or Ennui. Why? WHY? WHY!!!!
Trying to date boring men always makes me boring...
No more, I swear this time, no more.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Blandness has been BORING ME TO DEATH.
Why do only the French understand that banality is well, banal. And that nothing is worse than mediocrity or Ennui. Why? WHY? WHY!!!!
Trying to date boring men always makes me boring...
No more, I swear this time, no more.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Entry Omitted
We are very sorry to announce that this entry has been omitted.
Thank you for continuing to visit my blog despite this fickle business.
The Management
Thank you for continuing to visit my blog despite this fickle business.
The Management
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