OH LORD, WON’T YOU BUY ME…
February 9th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Janis Joplin.
There aren’t words. I love this woman. My children will be in therapy because I insist on belting out ‘ME AND BOBBY MCGEE’ at least once daily and LOUDLY. Our dog is named Joplin, which has saved my sons from getting the name for themselves. Dog was first born, boys go by Jagger and Van (sense a theme?). I grew up listening to this music. I am eternally grateful for the soundtrack. So it’s no surprise that I love this…
What Was in Janis Joplin’s Handbag
There are: two movie stubs, a pack of cigarettes, an antique cigarette holder, several motel and hotel room keys, a box of Kleenex, a compact and various make up cases (in addition to a bunch of eyebrow pencils held together with a rubber band), an address book, dozens of bits of paper, business cards, match box covers with phone numbers written in near-legible barroom scrawls, guitar picks, a bottle of Southern Comfort (empty), a hip flask, an opened package of complementary macadamia nuts from American Airlines, cassettes of Johnny Cash and Otis Redding, gum, sunglasses, credit cards, aspirin, assorted pens and writing pad, a corkscrew, an alarm clock, a copy of Time, and two hefty books-Nancy Milford’s biography of Zelda Fitzgerald and Thomas Wolfe’s Look Homeward, Angel.”
And I’m also psyched to hear that Zooey Deschanel will be playing Joplin in the upcoming film Gospel According to Janis. She was gone way too soon, but she sure made a lot of (beautiful, raw, soulful and real) noise while she was here.
THE ICE STORM
February 2nd, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Couldn’t let today go by without mentioning the Ice Storm. A terrific movie. The image of Elijah Wood in his red parka sliding down the ice covered road sticks in my head still.
Okay, so maybe this film isn’t for you if the ridiculous weather is already threatening to send you straight to the nearest (and most generous) psychopharm for a prescriptive cure. Wait until the thaw, then you can watch it.
KICKING AND SCREAMING
September 19th, 2010 § 1 Comment
Two big milestones this week.
My almost four year old started school and I returned to the gym. Our joint reaction to these two events? Basically the same. Every morning (and if reminded, the eve before), my son chants, sings, screams, whines and does what resembles interpretive modern dance, but is basically his body depicting just how badly he DOES NOT WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL.
Mommy is old enough that to realize that no one really wants to hear her whining/moaning, etc and certainly no one wants to see her grown up temper tantrum dance routine, performed with much use of “jazz hands!”. That being said, internally I am screaming and stomping my feet every day as I head for the gym. It’s not that I don’t enjoy exercise, it’s just that I absolutely don’t enjoy HAVING to exercise. I know that I will eventually see positive results from all this drudgery. For example, just the other day both Adrien Brody and Bradley Cooper were at my gym, all pain was alleviated by my having to concentrate on appearing blase and bored and as if I didn’t recognize who these two men were, which is the unwritten rule of celeb encounters in NYC.
Voila! Sweaty encounters with famous men. That’s a good enough reason to keep me going to the gym.
Now, if I could only find a motivator for my son’s school attendance. So far mounds of clay, painting seashell necklaces and circle time are not proving to be convincing enough.
TOUGH LOVE
February 3rd, 2010 § Leave a Comment
And my new favorite? Hands down? No f*@k-ing around? It’s KELL ON EARTH. I’m drawn like a moth to a flame. I can’t stop. I love this woman! She has managed to reach deep into my guts and retrieve that tiny, small, almost dissapeared piece of me that once lived another life. She’s recusitated my demon-bitch-ball-buster. And oh how I’ve missed her. Can I tell you that it’s fabulous to once again see mere mortals cringe in the presence of my POWER? Granted, these plebians are now members of my household, markedly, my poor husband. Such a joy it was to observe the way he drew back in horror at my request of a status report on his progress in hiring movers?! How he scuttled off to rectify the situation the moment I demanded he give it his “f*@king ALL God damnit!” Our adorable dog, formerly coddled and hand fed bits of sliced turkey, has been warned. So help me, one more screw up, (i.e.pee on the zebra rug), and that lil’ yorkie terror is OUT of here!!
Fortunately, I’ve refrained so far from informing my three-year old that, “if he needs to cry, please go outside”. But as I mentioned, it’s winter and it’s brutally cold out. I am a loving and devoted mom damnit, and I will only make him go in the hallway. Not outside.
At least until the springtime.
