what is the world coming to

friends,

you know i am a free-wheeling and free lovin’ kinda gal. but what, may i ask you, is the state of the world coming to with song titles  like trey songz‘s “i invented sex”?

don’t get me wrong. i ain’t mad at those pecs. or that winning smile. no sir. but does trey songz really want me to believe he invented sex? that primal joining of the flesh between two souls? hmm? you may be handsome trey but, no, i do not believe you ‘invented sex,’ trey. ‘doing the nasty,’ maybe. but ‘inventing sex’? no. that sounds way too scientific and historic for this traveling lass. poetic licences indeed!

and trey songz–what kind of a name is that, anyway? you’re riffing on french, très, i get it. and pairing it with a tween spelling of songs. but the effect is hardly tantalizing. certainly not at tantalizing as the photos on your official website.

trey song isn’t even catchy either! or, as those who are off living la dolce vita put it, “orecchiabile” … earful. you can give a listen here but don’t say i didn’t warn you!

love,

her kippyness

be late, ed. (all wales welcome)

my friends and citizens,

i nearly forgot. yesterdays’ work and play shenanigans just got the better of me and now here i sit–a full 24 hours later than intended–with my missive re. corduroy day.

yes, my friends. yesterday nov. 11 (or 11/11) is indeed a holiday of sorts. for some, this is old news. for others, i can only hope it is a juicy tid bit to add to your trivia treasure trove.

though i have never attended an official corduroy appreciation club event, i am sure i would find myself in good company. all wales welcome! sigh. so here’s to that old phrase, wait ’til next year!

then again, i am sure this girl wished it were a cord appreciation club. heh heh.

and the play shenanigans have been many this week! on monday it was jenny allen‘s i got sick then i got better. i am a big fan of her work and can only hope to follow in her shaddow/light?/steps (?) (well, spare me the cancer, please!). too soon? ok.

yesterday was a double header. ann marie healy’s what once we felt. i’ve got two words for you: creep show. and then the much sung circle mirror tranformation, which i could wax on about but just go and see it, will you? although i gotta say, i am a bit fatigued over quirky sensitive people and how totally charming they are. just give me convention alreay! oy!

ooh! and before i forget. speaking of convention (or lackthereof) my half straddle gals will be presenting their uproarious latest piece, sliding whores, (you read that right) at dixon place next monday. be there or be a square.

love,

kippy

oh no lulu

friends,

perhaps you’re not aware, but i am big fan of queen liliuokalani–hawaii’s last reigning monarch. i am sure she’d be just as dismayed as i am to here about the honolulu symphony closing it’s doors. read more about it here.

i guess me and that glockenspiel instructor i met in laos last week will have to arrange another city besides honolulu for our next tryst. sigh!

ooh and if you’ve not seen hawaii’s last queen on PBS i recommend it. i heard some 8th graders from brookline, massachusetts also did a fine rendition of the queen’s tale, though, with more historical innacuracies and unnecessary jokes than the tried and true PBS version.

love,
kippy the wanna be monarch

 

let’s bow our heads

friends,

sources in boston, massachusetts tell me that the inimitable brother blue has passed away. he surely was a special soul.

when i was ten–and just greasing my storytelling wheels–i performed with a few select classmates at the (now defuct) booksellers cafe in cambridge. who turned up but brother blue. at the time, i was unfamiliar with his oeuvre, but once on stage he proved mesmerizing. a captivating teller of tales both tall and small. i recall he wanted to write book called ‘ahhhhh’ (much  better said aloud) and that he elicited a reaction from my mother that surprised me. i believe it was the first–and possibly only–time i perceived her to flirt with another man besides my father (!)

plus, this guy did the worm.

anyway. brother blue is in the heavens now so let’s bow our heads.

in totally seperate news, i thought this was kind of amazing. apparently arnold schwarzenegger is into acostic messages that start with f and end in u! it seems tom ammiano and the rest of the california legislature ruffled the terminator’s feathers. who knew the hulky governor had such a sense of humor and such finely attuned mathematical skills?! more in the wall street journal and the veto itself is here.

kip!