Archive for August, 2011

luke cafferty and recolections of hurricane bob

August 26, 2011

mes amis–

today is friday, and naturally i have friday night lights on the brain. if you haven’t seen this fine piece of television literature, i strongly urge you to not clic but double click over to your instant netflix!

truly, i am jealous of those who have not yet seen this fine series. i too could watch it again for the first time.

the other day i was walking with a friend in the building where i spend my mondays through fridays… and guess who we spotted: this adorable toot!

yes mes amis, he is as bowlegged as modern day cowboy. and as already mentioned cute as a toot.a i wonder just what matt luria was up to… perhaps auditioning for some chekhov play? or another tv series? a gal can wonder…

now then. as we know: hurricane-a-comin’!

when i was young lass i recall spending the summer on cape cod and getting wind (literally!) of hurricane bob the night before it struck. my mother seemed to think nothing of it. but sure enough, the next day, the winds and sky were portentous in tone as we went grocery shopping. by the time we exited the market, the store was full of nervous shoppers stocking up on dry goods. (my mother and i just needed a carton of milk!)

meanwhile, my father had driven back to beantown, where he spends his mondays through fridays doing financial things. so it was just my mother and moi. ooh how the wind howled! it was terribly frightening to be 10-years-old in the midst of a hurricane. at one point, my mom tried to have a nap, and i recall feeling delicious and delirious fright as i drew the thrashing trees beyond the finestra. good thing thing no one was defenestrated!

later that day, after the storm had quieted, my mother and i met up with our friends across the street to asses the neighborhood damage. mama mia! trees fallen into houses. bushes uprooted. flowers flattened. and telephone poles down! it was very exciting.

no electricity meant playing pilgrim.

so my mother and i played scrabble by candlelight. when we unearthed the wooden letters we also unearthed a pack of cigarettes! “someone must have been trying to quit,” my mom said referring to the people who had rented our cottage weeks before. “they must have forgotten where they hid these.”

how peculiar, i thought. what a vile habit! but then, much to my dismay, i watched in horror as my mom took a cigarette out of the box, leaned close to the candle, and lit it. “i used to smoke, you know,” she said, exhaling a grey puff of air. “good thing i quit before i married your fahther!” she laughed, taking another drag.

i burst into tears. my mother? smoking? it was too horrible to conceive of. naturally she snuffed out the ciggie and gave me a hug and kiss, telling me not to worry and that she had quit long ago. moreover, she would not be taking it up any time soon.

i do believe it was the first time i ever saw my mother as some fallible human and not the goddess i took her to be.

well then. hmph!  story time over.

to those on the east coast of the stati uniti, stay safe in the hurricane! meanwhile, enjoy sipping on one! (wink!)





August 25, 2011

my friends and fellow citizens,

as we sing “come on irene” i present you with this:


and this

a bientot!

missing the assholes

August 18, 2011

mes amis–

now that i am residing in the country side (some call it brooklyn) i have come to miss the assholes of manhattan.

yes mes amis, i have given up my pied-a-terre in lower manhattan in exchange for a palatial, even ponderous, pad in the borough that rhymes with brookline.

brookline, massachusetts

a few evenings ago i met up with friends at what is sure to become a favorite haunt. cafe pacifico. where there were tacos and margaritas a plenty!


approaching the eatery, however, i was surrounded by guilty looking liberals with poor posture… sporting well-worn tote bags and vintage attire. it was a far cry from the scene at dos caminos, par example. (not that i have ever eaten there once.) at least the assholes in manhattan wear their wealth on their sleeves! hmph! they also wear deoderant too. zing! ooh and fake tans. and blow outs. two things i haven’t seen much of in le ‘lyn. it feels strange to be a frump among frumps. but perhaps it just takes some getting used to. not to mention the commute!

anyhoozle. i cannot complain. once my maison is in order i will be the belle of the ball hosting salons and other such cultural soirees.

speaking of which. i swung through of a kind‘s sample sale hier soir and it was divine! naturally i had to pair such a high with a little low and so i popped into dojo afterwards … where they practically pay you to eat.

a bientot,

foam soap (part deux)

August 15, 2011

mes amis–

last night i popped into union hole, that is, union hall. my new local watering hall. err… hole.

anyway, guess what sort of soap was shooting out of the dispenser??

foam soap!

i refer you to a post from nearly a year ago that unleashes my thoughts on foam soap.

really, my fellow humans and earth citizens. is it really so hard to rub our hands together to create a lather? when did we become so lazy? rubbing ones hands does not even require elbow grease or strength!

just still can’t believe the prevalence of this stuff. not to mention the fact that the bartender seemed to think i had stolen a pen. (it was a mysterious interaction full of mumbles and sideways glances of suspicion.)

nevertheless, my two colleauges and i did have a splendid time catching up, shooting the breeze, and dreaming of a future ill eagle activity.


why i j’adore les emoticons

August 11, 2011

mes amis–

it has occurred to me in recent weeks that i am a minority. one of very few. in fact, a dying breed. yes my friends. i love emoticons.

pourquoi you ask? i will tell you. it is tres simple! the emoticon signals to others that you are not overly serious and that you do not take yourself too seriously. that is redundant kippy! you say. but in fact you are missing a greater subletly. i will let you ruminate on that one…

another find reason to use an emoticon? it makes you seem vaguely european. and who does not want to appear vaguely european? plus, you are in touch with your inner tween when using a cute face. both are fine reasons to use l’emoticon. also sometimes words just don’t work, n’est pas? didn’t we learn anything about the limits of language from our fine philosopher friends??! sometimes it’s good to undercut those overly though-out, cleverly put, almost brimming-with-pretension texts and emails with a little winking smiling face.

how cute.

allora, quoi d’autre? if i had a television i would be watching this. reminds me that i need to finish that old anna karenina. and start up with war and reeces pieces while i am at it…! peacefully. heh. quel horreur! i am so unread.

as long as i am admitting embarrassing things, allow me to describe a dream. i dream of working for manhattan mini storage. for i j’adore their ad campaigns!

there are other more sharp tounged ones that i will save for another day…but i would like to meet the wit (wits) who brew these up. reveal yourselves please! and: are you hiring?

ahh. one last thinga-ma-jig. i was recently on the western shores. and it occurred to me that i have seen more of the pacific this summer than the atlantic. quel double horreur! a sad fact that will soon be rectified. allora. while i was in the western zones, i popped into atlas cafe, a fine dining establishment with a stellar pork sandwich and a helpful and friendly wait staff.

whilst munching and chatting with amici miei i mistakenly left behind a personal item that floats from handbag to tote bag and back. a little “dop kit” of sorts… or one may call it a cosmetic case. i have been foolish enough to also unload the occasional earring when it bothers me and therefore a number of special troves have found their way into this small case. not to mention essentials like ibuprofen, bobby pins, lip gloss and yes even the occasional small cotton item (ladies–you know what i mean!)

allora. i was bereft thinking it was gone. but low and behold. a kind employee from cafe-atlas-cafe (been around the world and i i i–i can’t find my baby) called me saying he had root tooted his way into the case and found a zip drive (this trinket didn’t concern me much… my kippy thoughts are always tucked away in my kippy brain anyway!) he had cleverly opened a resume document (don’t know why i have one since i am self-employed…) and called my greater-boston-area-code number. heavens! what a kind soul. and kinder still is my excellent SF-based artist friend who has collected this small personal gem. eccolo qua:

allora. ca c’est tout for now. until next time.

ps. seeing some fine music tonight. arms and doll parts. non vedo l’ora!