Are you more real than me
I'll burn you, & set you free
Wept bitter tears
Excessive courtesy
I won't forget

--Jim Morrison

You know you've hit a wall in your apartment search when you realize you're looking at a picture of a tent for rent.

I took my cuzzo out for dinner for her birthday, then we walked to the park, where some jazz players were doing their thing. This one guy playing the sax was great, but we couldn't help but notice that he, alas, was working with a level five wedgie--though you'd never know by his demeanor. He just played through like it wasn't even there. Lost in ( Read more... )

I'm having a GREAT hair day!

[And you should hear that first part in an Irish accent.]

Tina Turner has not, in fact, had a stroke.

Hmm, who do I trust less: the mainstream press or Oprah? I lean toward the former; call it fact-checker bias.

I have my period so my hair sits atop my skull like a pile of rancid meat, then the phone rings and of course it’s a robot introducing herself as Lisa and inquiring about “your credit card” and click goes my old desk telephone, landline intimacy breached. I’ve only given this number to 15 people or something yet the cranks and people who don’t know ( Read more... )

news updates on Tina, no ( Read more... )

Tina Turner had a stroke.

Clearly, I'm not taking this well.

No, Tina!

Hopefully, things will work out with this painter.

An actual liberal mayor in nyc, bwahahahahaha

In your FACE, you anti-democratic Bloombergian cowards--also, move on.

The angry man (what else is new) in the crosswalk was waving his cane around as our paths began to converge and I tried not to flinch (visibly), when he suddenly pointed to a tree with it and screamed, "Jesus saves." Yesterday, the day of my uncle's (latest) surgery, I was walking up to the beach, happened to look at the driveway to my left and saw ( Read more... )