Following up on my last post, here’s Steve Martin as The Jerk talking about all the “stuff” his millions bought before he went broke – and how little he really needs in life.
Tee hee. Of course, maybe we need just a bit more than that. But if you’ve ever seen the film, you know that the people he truly loves – as well as his special thermos – are there for him in the end. And to me, that’s the right stuff.
I feel the need to take a break and won’t even try to figure out why. Just know another break calls to me – for however long. For whatever reason. Maybe for no reason. And it doesn’t really matter.
I think it’s important to honor not only the urge to blog, but also the urge not to. (Once again, Blogging without Obligation rears its beautiful head.) So easy to forget sometimes as we feel called to produce the next post and then the next. But for me, when it starts feeling like something I SHOULD do rather than something I feel moved to do, well…then I know it’s time to back off and see what else calls.
Life has flow and sometimes ya just gotta go with it. And right now that flow calls me to look away from the computer long enough to see what else I can find outside my windows – out into the world of new adventures. Not for me to blog about, just to live. Hopefully a cool adventure awaits. ¡Ojalá!
Meanwhile, here’s a little gift NOT at all about me or blogging, but instead about the deep lasting feelings of a frustrated love and one man’s beautiful take on the big “if only” of wishes conveyed by the word ojalá:
I’ve been pre-occupied with local issues, but haven’t for one minute forgotten our men and women overseas. So I think it’s time to offer a few songs of support for them – and all of us!
These are songs about ending this dreadful, oh-so badly managed and barely-planned, politically-motivated war that has put our military in an almost impossible situation and lost much of the good will our country once had. In no way is it meant to negate the efforts of our military who are in Iraq trying their best to help a ravaged country and its people. Continue reading »
Look. I know a strike is no laughing matter to those feeling the pain. But thank god that doesn’t stop comedy writers from taking well-aimed pot shots at the whole thing!
I found these two vids on the Writers Guild East website and think they add some terrific perspective to even the most well-written, heart-wrenching corporate cries of outrage. Continue reading »
I lost my darling cat about 20 months ago. I loved the little scoundrel with all my heart, but there were times when he really did want what he wanted when he wanted it. Continue reading »
Just a little two-steppin’ fun for a Saturday night. A personal favorite of mine despite the fact that I’m far better at toe-steppin’ than two-steppin’. Thought some of you out there could use a good pick me up!
Dancing and singing along much encouraged. I know I am. (Well…in the privacy of my living room, that is.) Have fun!
Just saw this delicious YouTube and had to share it:
On a less amusing note, I have to say I consider Craig to be a horrible bigot who is openly anti-gay and now, apparently, a hypocrite. But that said, I’m a little concerned about the way this whole sting operation is being run in Minneapolis. It feels kind of homophobic. I just hope straight men are being equally targeted for soliciting women.
Still, there does seem to be ironic justice in Craig’s case. I think the video’s pairing of his words and the song from Avenue Q is a marvelous take on the whole thing. I mean…if he were gay!
Today’s wicked weather (and confirmed EF2 tornado!) that shut down most of our amazing transit system and flooded out many homes and streets is actually a wonderful reminder. Now I know this is something most of you have already learned. And we here in New York City, of all places, surely should know this by now. But I still need a refresher course now and then. I kind of forget. I think we all do.
We can’t control anything. We can’t control anything. We can’t control anything. Continue reading »
I think I’m not alone in saying I have friends who drive me crazy. (Of course, I think I drive them more crazy.) So when I heard about the idea of “social robots” I couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to have one as a friend.
According to an article by Robin Marantz Henig The Real Transformers (7/29/07 New York Times):
Sociable robots come equipped with the very abilities that humans have evolved to ease our interactions with one another: eye contact, gaze direction, turn-taking, shared attention. They are programmed to learn the way humans learn, by starting with a core of basic drives and abilities and adding to them as their physical and social experiences accrue. People respond to the robots’ social cues almost without thinking, and as a result the robots give the impression of being somehow, improbably, alive.
Eye contact. Paying attention. Turn taking. All that sounds pretty good to me!
Have you ever been with someone when you see their eyes wander and you know at that moment they’re not really hearing what you’re saying and not even in the same room mentally? Continue reading »
I just wrote those words on my cyber-pal Mel’s blog and couldn’t resist posting them. We of the Perfection Hater’s League want to state here and now that anyone reading this who has ever chastised themselves for screwing up and/or not being good enough, needs to stand in front of a mirror and keep repeating these words:
Boring perfection has no juice to it!
Boring perfection has no juice to it!
Boring perfection has no juice to it!
And now I hope you’ll join me in doing something perfectly silly. Hmm…where did I put that hand puppet? Oh..there he is. I think he needs to help us sing The Lonely Goatherd song from The Sound of Music. What’s imperfect about that you may ask? Hah! You haven’t heard us sing. And don’t get me started on our dancing!
Ready? Here we go:
Aaaah! I needed that. And so did my puppet. He hasn’t danced in weeks. Kind of hard when you’re a hand puppet, you know. Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo!
I’ve been wondering about all those poor frazzled Republicans with chronic memory problems who’ve had to testify recently. Their discomfitingforgetfulness is made even more painfully ironic when we remember that their party symbol is the elephant – who supposedly never forgets. And even more strange is the compartmentalization of this memory loss, since Republicans don’t ever forget when a Democrat does something they don’t like!
But when it comes to testifying, there seems to be some kind of weird memory glitch. And up to now this has both worried and puzzled me. But after viewing this YouTube video, I finally understand it may not be their fault after all. And luckily, as the video also tells us, there’s a perfect cure: