Friday, May 28, 2010
Eh, whatever. Enjoy!
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Last night we were watching "Sanford and Son" while eating dinner, and it was the episode where Fred has gone to St. Louis, leaving Grady in charge (I read on Wikipedia that Redd Foxx had walked out on the show because of contract disputes). So much Grady! and yes, as silly as it sounds, looking at Whitman Mayo's kind and funny face, we did see Puma looking out at us from the TV. It was sweet, and a little sad.
"Ms. Bowersox, who throughout wore blonde dreadlocks and a dreamily aloof expression, stood out from the start, a throwback to full-throated, fierce singers like Janis Joplin and Alanis Morissette, who appeared with her in the finale. (Their duet, an expurgated version of Ms. Morissette’s hit song, “You Oughta Know,” was one of the night’s few high points.)"
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
And then... the guy at B&N who I bought it from was a little person, and I am a little ashamed of how unenthusiastic I was when he was all, "This is a great book! I should tell you the titles of all the other sci fi books I like; you might like them too!" I would like to think that I was just in an unfriendly mood that day and would've had the same reaction to anyone who was so exuberant (equal opportunity bitch, that's me) but I bet he could've recommended a ton of great books, and my grumpiness kept me from a great sci fi/fantasy world I will now never know about.
Then I read a about Gene Wolfe (the author) on Wikipedia and was put off a little by some of what was on there (he makes comments about the complexity of his books and the necessity being an "educated reader" to understand him; I may not be remembering this right), and now on top of the other thing, I feel ashamed and like a dumbass.
Finally I started it, but I always picked it up right before bedtime so each night I had to re-read the page from the night before, and I was a little confused. Meanwhile, I read two mystery series, reread "Mansfield Park" by Jane Austen, and in all that time I read 18 pages of "Shadow & Claw." Today I started it from page 1 (actually I think the story begins on page 9. What the hell is up with this book?) at lunch and have made it to page 22 (Chapter 3! Check me out! I'm killing it!).
Unrelated: I can't find my copy of "The Soul of Black Peru," a CD I got from Rizzoli while I was working there. If I loaned it to you, would you please return it? Thank you!
On the other hand, I bet they carry it at Barnes and Noble. All I have to do is go back and act like a polite customer, something I valued highly when I was a bookseller (and usually try to be!), with the helpful salesperson I had before. I'll have the CD and a little self-respect back, maybe.
Monday, May 24, 2010
I don't know when this photo was taken; it's the thumbnail to the story but doesn't actually appear on the page with the story.
I'm pleased that Patrick and I chose instead to watch a mini-documentary about the UFC and "Chefs vs. City" last night. I love that Aarón Sanchez.
As usual, my affection is for the fans who wrote comments to this (apparently wrong-headed) review.
Of love 'Lost'
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Sunday, May 23, 2010
1. Are your parents married or divorced?
Married. They're very good at it.
2. Are you a vegetarian?
I succesfully did not eat meat for the first three months of 2010. I'll try it again.
3. Do you believe in Heaven?
4. Have you ever come close to dying?
5. What jewelry do you wear 24/7?
24/7? Nothing, for that long. But I do put on my watch and wedding ring first thing after taking a shower.
6. Favorite time of day?
Early evening... dusk.
7. Do you eat the stems of broccoli?
8. Do you wear makeup?
I'm starting to, regularly.
9. Ever have plastic surgery?
Would I, or have I?
I don't think so.
10. What do you wear to bed?
Some sort of nightgown... cashmere sweater. Hey, I get cold.
11. Have you ever done anything illegal?
12. Can you roll your tongue?
Yes, but what good does this skill do?
13. Do you tweeze your eyebrows?
14. What kind of sneakers?
Converse, Saucony; I'm thinking about New Balance for the next pair.
15. What is your hair color?
Dark brown, with a smattering of white.
16. Do you snore?
17. If you could go anywhere in the world where would it be?
Hawaii, Italy, Greece, France, Amsterdam, New York City
18. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?
I sleep with live animals!
19. If you won the lottery, what would you do first?
After all the hysterics and legal mumbo jumbo, I'd buy us a house in Culver City or Santa Monica or Venice. Then I'd quit my job.
20. Gold or silver?
Silver... but I'd like to start working in some gold.
21. Hamburger or hot dog?
Yes, please. And now you know: I have zero willpower.
22. If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Chicken salad and homemade white corn tortillas from Sprouts. Delicious.
23. City, beach or country?
24. What was the last thing you touched?
I turned on the lamp, I changed the channel using the remote, but I don't remember the order.
25. Where did you eat last?
Right here on the couch - I had a couple of chicken salad/white corn tortilla burritos and a glass of apple juice.
26. When’s the last time you cried?
Yesterday, at my dress rehearsal for today's recital. I cry at every dress rehearsal. To not cry would mean that something was seriously wrong with me.
27. Do you read blogs?
28. Would you ever go out dressed like the opposite sex?
Yes. I like the way the sloppy preppy look looks on guys. I could do that, were it not for the boobs and hips.
29. Ever been involved with the police?
No, but the sheriffs bring their K-9s to exercise on this field by my work, and whenever I see them, I always say hello. Does that count?
30. What’s your favourite shampoo and conditioner?
Nina uses this $30 a bottle stuff on me when I get a haircut and for real, it's great stuff. I'm just too cheap to buy it.
31. Do you talk in your sleep?
Not regularly, but I have in the past.
32. Ocean or pool?
Pool. I'm kind of afraid of the ocean.
33. Who would you take on a ménage à trois for a dirty weekend?
34. Window seat or aisle?
35. Ever met anyone famous?
Yes! Let's see...
Stewart Copeland (3 times!), Sean Penn, Danny DeVito, Eric Stoltz, Mark Hamill, Paula Poundstone, Kevin Bacon, Gina Davis...
36. Do you feel that you’ve had a truly successful life?
37. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it?
38. Basketball or Football?
39. How long do your showers last?
40. Automatic or do you drive a stick?
I haven't driven stick in about 15 years, but I suspect I could do it again if I had to and the person who owned the car didn't mind.
41. Cake or ice cream?
42. Are you self-conscious?
43. Have you ever drank so much you threw up?
Not in a really, really, really long time.
44. Have you ever given money to a beggar?
45. Have you been in love?
46. Where do you wish you were?
At the beginning of a really really long weekend.
47. Are you wearing socks?
Yep, and slippers. It's cold in here!
48. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?
No, thank God.
49. Can you tango?
No, but I'm learning a couple to play with Chris. I'd love to dance, but I'm too shy to try.
50. Last gift you received?
51. Last sport you played?
Ha ha ha ha
52. Things you spend a lot of money on?
Music; flute stuff, facials and massages.
53. Where do you live?
In a tiny house on a beautiful street in Long Beach.
54. Where were you born?
Santa Monica, CA
55. Last wedding attended?
56. Most hated food(s)?
57. Can you sing?
No. Doesn't stop me though.
58. Last person you texted?
59. Last place you went on holiday?
60. Favourite regular drink?
61. Current Song?
"Many Shades of Black" by the Raconteurs
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Suspicious, isn't it?
Friday, May 21, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Friday: My mom had chemotherapy. Her nurse was sweet; two of the other oncology nurses cut their hair similar to mine, reminding me that it's time for a trim. Afterwards, we went to Sizzler for lunch. We went to Sizzler on Mother's Day, and before this second trip in the span of what? Two weeks? I hadn't been to Sizzler in YEARS. It was pretty good. Their salad bar looks small when you think about Souplantation, but really, I loaded up on veggies and it was damn good.
Afterwards I had a rehearsal with the other flutists I'm playing with for a little recital we're having next Sunday. It went okay. I should be better prepared, but that's always how I feel at this point. We're meeting again tonight, and hopefully I'll feel better about it.
When I got home, I wondered where my weekend had gone, watched some of the edited video from Saturday night, watched a little Iron Chef America, and then I went to bed.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
"It is better to be an optimist and proven a fool than to be a pessimest and be proven right."
Hey, being a fool is easy. This one I can handle.
On the reverse it gave the pronunciation of the Chinese word "to retire," which is "tuì xiū." That's pretty funny, because I'm at least 20 years from retiring.
I also got some lottery numbers, but what, you think I'm sharing my lucky numbers with you!? You got another think comin', buddy.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
The picture at the bottom is not from the LA Times; it's one of the many portraits of him that his partner Helen Sheats painted. You can see her artwork here.
August 5, 1930 - May 10, 2010
A true jazzman in every sense of the word and a passionate patron of the arts, Alfredo Valentino finished his transition onto his next great journey on May 10, 2010 in Aptos, California, surrounded by his devoted loved ones. He is preceded by his wife of 17 years, Neddi Valentino, who passed in 1970, Helen Sheats, his subsequent partner who passed in 1999, and his oldest daughter, Denise Valentino-Hibbitt, who passed in 2004. He is survived by four siblings: Alvaro Valentino, Pedro Valentino, Maria Kelly, and Henriquetta Casarez; as well as his seven children: Christina Valentino Houlemard, Nicole Valentino, Miles Valentino, Sabott Ali, Dominga Valentino, Allegra Valentino, and Josette Valentino. He had fifteen grandchildren and six great-grandchildren.
Alfredo Valentino was born in Venice, California and resided in California for most of his life. As a young man, he enlisted in the United States Marine Corps, serving his country in the Korean War, for which he was awarded a Purple Heart. Soon after, he met and married Neddi Mitchell, and the two became devoted "children of the 60s". They embraced a philosophy and lifestyle of love, creativity, eccentricity, and social change, and were passionate artists, activists, and advocates for the marginalized. Always learning, growing, and traveling throughout the world, Alfredo grew into the very embodiment of the "self-actualized" man, and as a loving and nurturing patriarch, shared his values with his children, friends and new acquaintances, many of whom make up his large extended family.
He lived a full and truly unequaled life; one that far exceeds the constraint of words. He will be dearly missed and always remembered fondly, and his true legacy is the everlasting love and devotion of his children and his commitment to family.
At Alfredo's request, funeral services will not be held. In lieu of flowers or condolence gifts, the family asks that donations be made to the Tony Hill Memorial Scholarship Fund at the Santa Cruz Community Foundation, or to Hospice of Santa Cruz County.
Published in the Los Angeles Times on May 11, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
THE MARRIAGE OF FIGARO at City Garage Theatre
Call (310) 319-9939 for reservations.
See you from the booth! Don't forget to wave! You know I love it!
No show next Friday or Saturday, so your next chance to see for yourself is next Sunday. Have a good week!
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Lest you think I don't take my tech duties seriously, well, you can just dispense with that kind of thinking, because I take those duties very, very seriously.
Anyway, I suppose that by combining my fantasies about Stewart Copeland with the theater stuff means that these posts would've made more sense if I'd posted them over here, but that kind of thing would've take a bit more planning than I was capable of.
I had fun tonight, it was a great show, I had three friends in the audience, and yes, I was all alone in the booth. I swear.
Stewart Copeland better not come to City Garage tonight, as I will be much too busy to make what could only be called idiotic conversation (my side, naturally) with him.
On the other hand, there are at least two separate sections of show where I have a good 20 minutes of "free time"... the view of the stage from the booth isn't that great but I guarantee I could keep him, well, let's just say "entertained."
This year's guest was Paula Poundstone.
We love Paula Poundstone.
I sat with Patrick and his boss, a very cool man who specializes in the snarky comment. After we served ourselves breakfast, a short while later, they brought out Paula.
The third or fourth word out of Paula Poundstone's mouth was "fuck." I think she blew the minds of about 250 librarians and library staff. Then they were all laughing too hard to notice.
Irene: We love you!
Paula: What do you do for the library?
Irene: Oh, my husband works here, I'm just a guest.
Paula: OK, thanks for coming.
I'd crop myself out of this photo (like my chia pet hairdo?) but then you wouldn't believe me that we met, would you.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
(Photo below is really related to "Atlas Shrugged" but it's funny, no? According to Wikipedia, these are Tea Party people at a rally. As an aside, I think my punk band's name will be "Howard Roak Pooped.")
Other than once seeing Axl Rose doing an interview while holding either a copy of "The Fountainhead" or "Atlas Shrugged," I have no idea if the dude in the bandanna subscribes to the insanity that is Objectivsm, Ayn Rand's peculiar and often repellent philosophy. NEITHER DO I. I just like reading the books, and chuckling at the tortured descriptions and tart sentences and the way she manipulates the reader. It doesn't matter if she makes me laugh; were she actually still alive, I suspect Ayn would hate me, and probably lobby for my death. For all that, I go back and read her books every five or six years or so. Why? That's what I'm trying to figure out, silly.
(OK, I'm having a mind melting experience right now. I just did a Google search for "Axl Rose Ayn Rand" and I found this website devoted to the band Rush. On there is a link to something I once wrote [in 2006] about the ridiculousness of Rush lyrics and how funny it is that me and Neil Peart have an affection for Ms. Rand. How's that for freaky? And there's a link! You can't read my original blathering because it's from my old Livejournal days but scroll down. I'm on there.)
When I was a little kid and starting to listen to pop music beyond "Disco Duck" and my Jim and Tammy Faye records, my mom used to warn me almost stridently about the things I chose to listen to. For instance, I wasn't allowed to listen to Led Zeppelin for many years because she thought that "Stairway to Heaven" was devil music.
Robert, Jimmy, John Paul and John were into a lot of stuff, and I know there was definitely something going on with the black magic or whatever, but I'm pretty sure if there's a devil those guys weren't communicating with him, or if they were, so what? What's it got to do with me? I mean, I could be wrong, but I really doubt, if there's such a thing, that Satan or whoever (whomever?) is hanging around little girls' bedrooms waiting for them to listen to "Stairway to Heaven." For awhile there, mom thought that anything I heard that was non-God-like would infect my brain and then I would've ended up like those kids who killed themselves after Ozzy supposedly told them to. Or that I would've started wearing a lot of black eyeliner or something.
(Sometimes Patrick and I lie in bed and try to remember all the backward messages we can think of. "Get the gun" is my favorite. To read some old Straight Dope message board stuff on this, go here. It's actually fun reading.)
I had a friend in middle school who adored Ozzy Osborne, and her room was plastered by big-ass posters of him, and I liked this girl a lot but it took me doing some serious critical thinking to figure out that she wasn't a Devil Worshipper. When I caught her listening to Prince once I was shocked and confused that the same person could like those two seemingly diametrically opposed styles of music. My brain was opened that day, I'm telling you!
When I was a little kid who couldn't sleep, I'd lay on the floor in the hallway and watch through the floor heater while my mom watched those Christian talk shows with Paul and Jan Crouch, where they'd have guests on who testified about battling demons (real demons, not, say, alcoholism or other addictions) and they'd play records backwards and tell scary stories. I kind of believed it, too, but then one day I was watching and Jan's hair was a crazy shade of purple and Paul's suit was so blindingly white and clown-like that I realized that whatever they were selling (and they were definitely selling something, because they had that 800 number all nice and prominent on the screen) was fictional and ridiculous and, to misquote Pippin from The Lord of the Rings (another thing my mom was wary of), "not for me."
Eventually I made up my own mind about music and Zeppelin (my favorite band for many years) and found my way into books that would've shocked my mom (but probably not Paul and Jan, or Jim and Tammy Faye, those old phonies), and so every once in awhile, for no good reason, I find myself picking up my copy of "The Fountainhead" or "Atlas Shrugged," which I've had since 1988 and still has penciled notes in the margins, which I've begun to erase, because God forbid anybody should read that crap.
So hold on, everybody, I think I hear "Appetite for Destruction" calling me.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Two Fridays ago (on April 23), Terry was in town visiting his parents, and we arranged for him to meet my mom. It felt like we were planning a little reunion!
Traffic on the 405 being what it is (unpredictable, annoying, and slow), I was about 5 minutes late for our meeting, so Terry beat me to the house, and was already in the kitchen chatting with my mom when I arrived. I was sorry to be late but glad they got a few moments to talk. Terry and my mom hit it off and later, she told me that she really enjoyed his "enthusiasm." Terry is definitely a personable guy, and very easy to talk to. He's a good listener, and engaged my mom in a conversation on faith and hope, topics my mother is becoming a bit of an expert on.
It was a nice visit, and we thank him for it. Really, it was so thoughtful. You're a good guy, Terry! I hope your family appreciates you! We sure do!
Dude was not this tall last time I saw him!
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Last week (April 26) was our wedding anniversary! Twelve years! We took the weekend off and went to San Diego, where we went to the beautiful San Diego Zoo. I left the light/sound duties in Charles' very capable hands, and we drove an hour and a half down to San Diego. It was a beautiful weekend.
This weekend has been busy but fun. On Friday I sucked it up and finally contacted Merry Maids to come look at my house and give me a quote. The meeting with the lady went well, and that same day two women came out and kicked the shit out of the dirt and dust that was starting to take over my home. They did a great job, and will be coming every three weeks. It feels extravagant, and so right! Friday night I had a show at City Garage.
On Saturday I spent a couple of hours with my niece and nephew while their parents went to Costco. We had a great time - they're such great kids. We had a good time, and were all playing games on the Wii. We also played "Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader"? I got all the music and English and grammar questions right, but it's no fair asking me PE questions and details about the rules of dodge ball. I was deathly afraid of dodge ball, a game I, at the age of 9, would've sworn had no rules other than "Kill the other team or if that's not possible, just aim at Irene's head." I swear I was hit in the face many times while playing dodge ball. Dodge ball is an evil, evil game. After that I got a heavenly massage at Studio Cie, and then I came home and took a three hour nap before it was time to go to Santa Monica for another show.
By the way, there's an awesome review in the LA Times, which you can read, here.
On Monday my mom is getting re-staged - having another CT scan to check on everything. Hopefully the chemotherapy is doing it's job. We'll find out on Thursday.
Now it's time to go to bed and get ready for a week of work.