tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203294102012-02-08T03:35:15.859-08:00I guess I have just as much crap to blather on about as everyone else in this godforsaken blog nonsense.realitybrokerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06874335150996977453noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20329410.post-20464732958455626062007-10-24T23:01:00.001-07:002011-07-28T10:31:44.878-07:00

I love New York -- I was born there, it's my mother ship -- but I used to love it more. Now that I've lived in other, cleaner cities, it's hard to go back and see how decaying and decrepit those subway stations are, the goo and muck hanging from the low ceilings, the smell of piss, the black crud and mold and damaged walls and stairs. It may be thought of as a world-class transit system, but my

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"Suppose, to suppose, suppose a rose is a rose is a rose is a rose."- Gertrude Stein, writer"Moses supposes his toeses are roses/But Moses supposes erroneously/And Moses, he knowses his toeses aren't roses/As Moses supposes his toeses to be."- Gene Kelly, "Singin' in the Rain""Gertrude Stein is the mama of Dada."- Clifton Fadiman"They are in my belief turning out the most Godalmighty rubbish that

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When I told my mother I'd built a MySpace page over the weekend because my husband was away and I was bored, she asked, "Why, did you run out of books?"I tried to explain the concepts of late-night restlessness, of wanting to connect with people, preferably interesting, funny, smart people with something to share, and she said, "But on MySpace they're pretty much, you know, shut-ins aren't they?

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"Above all, you must illumine your own soul with its profundities and its shallows, and its vanities and its generosities, and say what your beauty means to you or your plainness, and what is your relation to the everchanging and turning world..."-- Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own"Sing your life/Walk right up to the microphone/And name/All the things you love/All the things that you

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When I was six, we went to see Watership Down, the chilling movie based on the chilling book about rabbits and Fascism. In the parking lot after the movie, the Starlight Mint I had in my mouth suddenly slipped back and became lodged in my windpipe. I remember the sensation of it clapping into place in my trachea and all my breathing stopping. My friend's mom did the Heimlich maneuver on me and

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SHOWER CADDIES – WTF? They never work properly. They hang at the wrong height so your shampoo bottles and such are, like, right next to the showerhead – this is not beneficial for shorter folks. Not that I’m short, but I care about others. And they tilt annoyingly when you take any of the bottles off to wash your hair or your face or whatever needs cleaning/conditioning/exfoliating. I’ve bought

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Lost is both an intriguing existential puzzle and the biggest bag of hooey since L. Ron Hubbard's funny experiment known as Scientology. Last night in the two-hour, second-season finale, just one truth was confirmed: The only thing lost in Lost is the plot.This show continues to vex me as the most teasing, drawn-out, and least-delivering TV series to annoy viewers since Twin Peaks. Each week my

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CHRIST ON TOAST. What next, I ask? It turns out that chocolate has lead in it. And they don’t know why.Beef Map: Where did your steak come from? Get to know your way around a cow. Courtesy of Alton Brown, one of my favorite chefs/TV personalities on the planet. Watch his show Good Eats on the Food Network.Speaking of Great Personality... Have you discovered the adorable Paula Deen yet? Her

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GREAT. That’s all I freakin’ need. Twenty-seven new species of spiders and other creepy-crawlies discovered in a dark California cave. Including daddy long legs with huge jaws. Brr. I feel ill.Actually, I am ill. I’ve been home sick with a fever and intestinal upset, and today I emerged from my bed and have been watching New York Minute with the Olsen twins. It’s actually not a bad little teen

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January - Took her new scarf back to the store because it was too tight.February - Ordered new drapes for her computer because it had windows.March - Got excited when she finished a jigsaw puzzle in 6 months because the box said "2-4 years."April - Was trapped on an escalator for hours when the power went out.May - Couldn't make Kool-Aid because 8 cups of water wouldn't fit into the little

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THIS MORNING I was a bit late in to work, and when I stopped at the local coffee shop for a nosh, there wasn't much choice left -- so I picked the least-forlorn-looking option, the pain au raisin.When I sat at my desk, pulled the pain au raisin out of the paper bag and began unwinding the dough spiral, what I witnessed was unsettling. You know, I like raisins, but I don't like that many raisins.

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MY HUSBAND is reading this series of books about pirates. They’re not worthy history books or anything dry like that. They’re quite silly, in fact: The Pirates! In An Adventure With Scientists: A Novel and The Pirates! In An Adventure With Ahab: A Novel. He highly recommends them. He is chuckling next to me as I type this. He's reading the Ahab one.Speaking of pirates, I have a gold tooth. I got

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PAT ROBERTSON thinks that God smote Ariel Sharon. I think that God should smite Mr. Robertson down a long flight of stairs to remind him of Christian values. Think that would do it? Or perhaps God should wreak a holocaust of locusts in his kitchen or something?

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DOES that make me "immature"?Do you know how many words you can replace with 'sphincter'? Many.Santa Claus = Sphincter ClausShopping center = shopping sphincterAnd…others, I’m sure. Submit your ideas.Liked The Perfect Storm? Check out this photography book about Gloucester Mass. I went to college with this guy and we worked at the Collegian together, and I just found out what he’s been up to.

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WELL, it’s less scandal than trivia, and it’s not really exclusive but for the fact I’m probably the only person you know who’s reading Forever Liesl, a memoir by actress Charmian Carr of her experiences with the movie. SOM is one of my favorite movies of all time. If you're feeling blue and like the world is spinning too fast and too many bad things are happening, watch The Sound of Music. Or,

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JOIN ME in a little leafing...Page 13: I didn’t know Gwen Stefani had a chin dimple.Page 19: My goodness. Is there any doubt left that Ricky Martin like-a the men?Page 21: Just look at that skanky fool Mischa Barton is dating.Pages 26-27: How many things do I hate in this spread? Let’s count. Madonna’s ridiculous 70s hair (someone please tell her), Nicole Ritchie’s “help! I’m a bug!” sunglasses,

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