Trip of the Year - the Eastern Caribbean

The Silent Lady on St. Thomas - LOADS of fun & rum!

View of St. Thomas from the Silent Lady

Carvings in brick in San Juan 

Orient Beach on the French side of St. Maarten (the nude beach is just to the right)

Full boat - of good times!

Honeymooner's Beach on St. Thomas

Good friends made on the cruise - we've christened ourselves the "Solsticers" after our ship.  Next year?

Yesteryear Cut of the Day


Getting Slammed Can Be A Good Thing, Right?

If you haven't heard, it's been raining in Southern California. For a long time. Everyday. Ceaseless and endless. Okay, that last part isn't true, but for a region used to languid, dry, sunny days, these last few days have been alien. It really shouldn't matter, because the rain cleans our gutters and our minds - it's not like we don't need it.

So this weekend, when I should have been out prowling the local Targets for Cam's Halloween costume, I was in the house, nursing his cough, generally relaxing, catching up on the DVR'd shows and watching How to Train Your Dragon (if you haven't seen it; see it). I happened to be channel surfing when I came across something I had seen the previews for and secretly decided to watch, Brave New Voices 2010 on HBO.

I cried for the entire hour. I was so enthralled, enchanted, surprised, wowed and well, ridiculously impressed by the talent of these young people that I vowed right then and then that Cam had better grow up appreciating ART. He had better know genius when he sees or hears or reads it. He had better feel something about this world and his place in it.

Of course, there aren't any clips of the performances from the broadcast itself, but I did find the trailer as well as some clips of earlier in the competition of pieces I liked. Of course, this being the AGE of the INTERNETS, I went online and found at least one review of the show (I don't think most white critics can honestly critique slam - it's like a foreign language to them - the poets are speaking Shange and the critic is still aching for Frost). But for me, there were only two or three pieces that I thought were just good. The rest? Oh, the rest were amazing. They were brilliant. They were bad.

I just got my hair cut and was thinking about getting my eyebrows threaded. Think I changed my mind after this?

I see that last year's show can be purchased on iTunes. Good thing getting slammed does not mean not having a credit card. Well, what are you waiting for? Go, get schooled.


Fione Man of the Moment

Alexander Siddig

Now, you know if I zone out for four months, I'm gonna come back with something about a man, right? And whatta man! Just came back from the first of my two chick flick movies this weekend - Cairo Time with this gorgeous man and some woman (Patricia Clarkson). I first saw Alexander in Syriana with George Clooney (a Fione Man alumus - I think; well, if he isn't, he should be!) a few years back. I can't remember why I didn't obsess over him at the time. Hmmm, some kind of disconnect there. Oh, the second half of this chick flick weekend will be Eat Pray Love. Don't worry, I am sooooo not a Javier Bardem fan (of his wife either).

Anyway, I recommend Cairo Time, if not in the theater, see it on DVD or cable. It's quite touching and probably more realistic than most romantic films these days.



Hello Waking Hours, It's Me

Don't you hate when blogs you follow don't post on a regular basis, whether daily, weekly or monthly? I mean, you begin to know us, expect commentary on current events, trends and new products. You expect insight, humor and snark, right? And here I am, not posting on a regular basis, sitting on my ass dreaming up a future or maybe I like dreamin'. I suppose I haven't felt like I had anything important to say. But who am I kidding? Bloggers of all stripes share the most mundane or hey, profane secrets for the hell knows? Hell, somebody finds that shit interesting, right? And yet, I've not been able to get myself to sit down and write. I sure am glad that I don't write for a living, like I wanted to. I'd be one broke bitch.

Now, I'm a big believer in the killer first line. Used to be, I would actually hear a voice laying out the first two or three lines and I'd go from there. Sometimes, the inner voice was give me more than a few lines and I'd be able to build a poem, story or post from them. I went back and saw that I was fairly prolific year before last when I was quite miserable. It's not that misery is an art form for me, but when you're not happy professionally, can you really be happy about anything else? And the last year and a half? Almost next to nothing in my output of writing, and really very happy professionally. What gives with that? I thought misery breeds creativity.

But what does it matter? Getting it write is so much more important than getting it right anyways.

Random Stuff

So, is there anyone else out there who thinks the uptick in militias is very scary? The funny part is that during the 00s, I was asking where these Constitution loving loonies where while the Bush administration was pissing on it and expanding the powers of government that these same self styled patriots were so enamored of. Of course, when the militias and those tea baggers talk about taking back their country, they are only expressing angst that the brown folk will become the country and they've got to stop that. I mean, brown folk in charge? Oh, that'd be terrible. Just terrible. I'm not as interested in why they're making as much noise as they are, as much as why the traditional media feels to the need to make the rest of us feel as if we're in the minority. I mean, wow, add together all the teabaggers with all of the rallies and I'll even let you double - place count and they don't add up to the number of people who protested against the war. Yet, those protests and those protesters were ignored. Teabaggers? They sneeze and there are four reporters to record it. Something just doesn't seem right about that.

My DVR is full of shows that I catch up on during the weekend. Hmmm, maybe that's why I'm not writing, too busy trying to figure out what the hell they're doing on Lost. Other things on my record list? Cougartown, Modern Family, Flash Forward, Vampire Diaries, Treme, Glee, V, The Good Wife, Justified, Southland.. Oh, I'm not even listing out the off season shows, that, lucky for me, not so lucky for you, Dear Reader, will start up soon and I'll be watching, watching, watching. I used to think that the movies was where the good stuff was being made, but for a while now, TV is where the good stuff is. It's no longer the idiot box.

Well, unless you watch Fox News on a regular basis.

My parenting classes have ended. I kinda wish to find a way to keep getting the information without giving up a lunch a week. In the beginning, the behaviors I was given to counter Cam's behaviors were working. He was better; he began to comply and to use his words to communicate. I was feeling better and I think he was. And then, somewhere along the line, I lost it one time and it's been a battle uphill ever since. Sitting listening to each parent tell their stories – most of them had parents who used corporeal punishment, so the conventional wisdom goes that these parents are simply acting out what they know. Unfortunately, that line of thinking actually makes me feel worse, as my parents weren’t hitters. Now, I’m not saying that I didn’t get some spankings in my childhood, but it was not a big part of my life. Heck, I nearly burned the house down and didn’t so much as have my Barbie impounded! So, what’s my excuse? I’m not sure, but I see that I lose my temper pretty quickly, so why wouldn’t I expect Cam to do the same? I’m not walking away from getting us to a harmonious house, mostly because he goes to kindergarten in the Fall and he’s nowhere near ready. This being a parent thing in the LAUSD is a challenge, to say the very least. Last thing I need is my child labeled unteachable. I’m sure I’ll have a post on trying to find his next school. I hope it’s a short, happy post.

Okay, so now that I’m thinking about all of this, perhaps I am depressed and I don’t know it. So, what’s a depressive to do? Well, go to the movies, of course! We headed out to see How to Train Your Dragon. And boy was it great! I just loved it and can’t wait until it’s out on DVD. It’s gonna be in my library and should be in yours too. And forget that whole funky 3D thing. It’s cute, but really not needed when the story is strong and the characters are worth caring about. A strong recommend.

I have lots of things on my mind. Heck, we all do. I haven't wanted to make any promises for fear of disappointing you as well as myself. But that's boring. Right?


It's February Already?

I'm not sure what is stealing my time away, but I look up and see that the last time I wrote you, Dear Reader, is way back in December. How the hell did that happen? What on earth have I been up to? I can tell you that whatever I've been doing, it's not been with some great guy (well, that's if you don't count Cam or James the cat) or anything else particularly interesting.

One thing I have been doing is going to parenting classes. The first one is mandatory for Cam's preschool. It's a part of the program. I guess making us volunteer once a month, giving me homework and participation in field trips just isn't enough. Nope, I've got to give up two hours per week for ten weeks. That's right, you read that right: twenty precious hours of vacation given up to the old LAUSD. They need teachers? I can tell that whoever thought up this little gem of a waste of time, did so when women stayed home and didn't go out and work for a living. Yeah, we're all thrilled to be in that one.

And then, there's the class I want to be in - it's one hour a week during lunch hour over at UCLA. It's to help me manage Cam's out of control spoiledness. I just made that up. But you get the idea, he's spoiled and thinks he's the king of the world - no offense James Cameron. He doesn't think he has to do anything the teacher, the helper or the other teachers ask him. Actually, he doesn't think he has to do anything he doesn't want to do. And, of course, that's driving me batty. He will obey. One day. Right?

So maybe that's what I've been doing. And working. Yeah, work is going great. So great, that Skinny Gal got promoted and I'm looking for a new admin... I'm doing great! I just reminded myself that I'm depressed about that.

Or, maybe I've been enjoying television. Oh, I am doing that. You can bet that doesn't and will never include Jay Leno on any of his shows (so graceless).

And shopping - gotta love Talbot's sales!

Anything else?

I might break down and try Match.com again. I'm getting lonely and two cats (and a dog - a dog means I can't be a crazy cat lady, right?) really are enough.

Even though my one resolution was to be less lazy, I don't think I'm doing such a good job. Scott Brown is starting to look cute.

Oy vey!