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Feminism Comes In Many Forms

April 30, 2007 By: admin Category: Chuck's Jokes, General

My Netscape friend Chuck sends me great jokes. I don’t like sending jokes via email, as I feel it should be someone’s choice whether they want to “hear” one or not, and so I thought that putting the occasional joke on my blog would be okay. After all it is MY blog. I figure if you don’t want to read it, you’re probably…. you know…. not. 😉 Enjoy.

“A dedicated Teamsters union worker was attending a convention in Las Vegas and decided to check out the local brothels. When he got to the first one,he asked the Madam, “Is this a union house?”
“No,” she replied, “I’m sorry it isn’t.”
“Well, if I pay you $100, what cut do the girls get?”
“The house gets $80 and the girls get $20,” she answered.
Mightily offended at such unfair dealings, the union man stomped off down the street in search of a more equitable, hopefully unionized shop.
His search continued until finally he reached a brothel where the Madam
responded, “Why yes sir, this is a union house. We observe all union rules.”
The man asked, “And if I pay you $100, what cut do the girls get?”
The girls get $80 and the house gets $20.”
“That’s more like it!” the union man said He handed the Madam $100, looked around the room and pointed to a stunningly attractive blonde.I’d like her,” he said.
I’m sure you would, sir,” said the Madam.
Then she gestured to a 92-year old woman in the corner, “but Ethel here has 67 years seniority and she’s next.”


April 28, 2007 By: admin Category: General

Y’all, I get to cover this tonight. :)

Actually, I don’t know if they’ll let me in the door with my big’ole camera, but I have done work for KPFK before (see Donna Warren video on Netscape), and Palast is pushing his new book, sooo… 😉

9:00pm, wasn’t let in. Phooey. It was a fairly annoying experience, actually. A woman, who I’ll go straight-for-the-jugular and pronounce “elderly,” flicked me her card as her eyes darted around the entryway to the church, secret-service style. The clipboard she clamped tightly to what was left of her chest seemed less like an unused office supply and more like a shield: “you’re GODDAMN RIGHT I’m in charge!” She was, by all accounts, the one contact I would be allowed to have, but performed her job that night without the wherewithal of a practiced PR representative. I know PR representatives. They can smell television from a mile away – have a special radar for us. This woman was no PR rep. She was a poser with a badge, a business card and a chest-protector-cum-clipboard. You’re either inexperienced, ignorant or arrogant to turn away someone with a big, fat camera who says they work for a media outlet that has “millions of viewers.” Sheesh…

Anyway, so, that’s a bummer. The radio station did film it, though, so when I find their link I’ll put it on my blog so you all can enjoy the truly wonderful and brilliant, and not-posing, Greg Palast. Cheers. :)

Limbo 2

April 26, 2007 By: admin Category: General

It’s my Day Off. That’s capitalized because it’s not really a day off. It’s a day I’ve been granted for working hard and being reminded that it’s Spring and I should get out more. M is in the background, in her studio, working with her new producer. They’re having a bang-up time on my day off creating music. I have been reading and, as ordered, enjoying the outdoors.

When you’re in TV/Video/Film production, it’s easy to forget that there’s a whole life out there. Sounds of silence, smells, nature… fresh food. And so, accordingly, on such a day with such an opportunity, I’ve donned my sweats, sat outside on the porch swing in the sweet air of Southern California and… gotten sick. No kidding. I woke just as I always do, but on this day-of-days sneezed my way to the grand beginnings of a painful sore throat. Here’s something else you men might not understand about what happens to us every month: we get run down. Really, really run down. It used to happen to me regularly, then I learned to eat well and exercise. Now all I do is work and the second I look up from it, ka-POW! Sore throat.

So, I’m curled up now at 4:35pm PST inside in the cozy, strangely rotted piss-yellow, hand-me-down armchair that M has been letting me borrow since I moved in. It’s my “reading corner.” An – until now! – woefully neglected space. Remember way back I told you about The Bag of Shame – a paper Trader Joe’s grocery bag full of unread issues of TIME Magazine that has made me feel like such a failure for so long? Well, I’M KILLING IT. :) ‘Been reading since 10:00am PST this morning. Take THAT Rick Stengel!

This is an incredibly uninteresting post, isn’t it? It’s because there’s something (a few things, actually) that I have to tell you but can’t. Really can’t. Legal-like can’t. After this week maybe I’ll be able to say more, but, unfortunately, until then I fear these posts are going to be dreadful displays of passionless pronouncements. And if you know me for five minutes you know that I hate alliteration, so you can surmise that THAT had to hurt…

Next up: researching new video cameras and editing techniques! Cuz, you know, it’s my day off…


April 25, 2007 By: admin Category: General

“Limbo (from the latin limbus meaning edge or boundary) refers to a state after death in Roman Catholic theology, and may refer to two concepts. The Limbo of the Fathers refers to a temporary state of the souls of ancient righteous people before Jesus Christ made it possible for them to enter Heaven. Limbo of Children refers to a permanent status of the unbaptized who die in infancy, without having committed any personal sins, but without having been freed from original sin.” – wikipedia”

“A target makes a poor impression.” – John Dunbar, DANCES WITH WOLVES 

It’s Been 3 Days Since My Last Confession…

April 23, 2007 By: admin Category: General, News, Video

I’ve been busy, but I’ll catch you up on the last three days soon… For now there’s time to say that today is one of those days when I love my job. I’m at the 2007 Milken Global Conference in Los Angeles and just did a hallway interview with Teresa Heinz Kerry. I LOOOOOOVED her speech at the 2004 DNC, and so I walked right up to her, avec camera, and asked “what will the American people want to see as the top three issues of the 2008 campaign?” She went off on the environment.  :) There’s more and when the Netscape video uploader is fixed, you’ll be able to see it, but that’s all I’ve got for now. She was her usual self: amazing. And before you all start going ape-shit: yes, the husband was there too. 😉 He looked right at me and said: “Hello” (I had a big, fat camera in my hand pointing at him. It’s not – as my father will undoubtedly point out – because I’m so pretty… I AM so pretty, but I don’t think John Kerry was thinking about me. I think he was thinking about that camera…). I had the pleasure of replying: “Hello Senator.” Unless you work in DC, folks, not many of us get to say that, so when I do, I like it a lot… :) Makes me feel more American to be so close to “the process!”

Earlier, I filmed a wonderful conversation about architecture between film director Sydney Pollack and FABULOUS architect Frank Gehry. I used to hate Gehry’s work. Thought Bilbao was an eyesore. Then something happened. It was like the election results in 2004: one day the voters were there, voting, the next their names were purged from the rolls. I just woke up one morning and liked Frank Gehry. Loved him, actually. I stared longingly at internet photos of Bilbao, found everything I could on The Experience Museum in Seattle, sat outside the Disney concert hall in LA right up until curtain! And now am fully obsessed with the Hotel Marques de Riscal. HE USED PURPLE METAL, I MEAN, COME ON!!!!


Anyway, folks. I’ll write more later. Have a lovely day!!!

It’s The Little Things…

April 20, 2007 By: admin Category: General, Video

“Little beat Big if Little smart. First with the head, then with the heart.” – The Power of One

Okay, that was a little cheesy, but I gotta tell ya that teaching myself DVD Studio Pro, a program I’ve lived in fear of for years, makes me feel proud and cheesy!!!

Have a good weekend, y’all. I have no illusions that you’ll be checking my blog on Sat or Sun. 😉

PS. ABC News will be using a video clip tonight at 10pm EST/PST that I shot of Arnold Schwartzenegger driving an all-electric sports car. FUN!!!


April 19, 2007 By: admin Category: General

You don’t need organized religion to take a leap of faith. And the messages of most religions are all the same anyway: believe in yourself, be good, don’t puke on the carpet. Simple.

My homelife is improving, advancing with the second-hand. Sometimes it looks like it’s hard, or will be hard to keep up, but then I take a deep breath and a leap of faith that all will be well if I focus on taking care of myself, being good, and not puking on the carpet.

I have changed. It’s still going on, but I am molting. And it feels good event though there is a certain, what I call, “loss of wildness.” When I was in college I had a friend, Kirk, who was wild. He was an actor too and passionate and crazy and wild. His work always showed the edge of humanity, and he was seen as something of a loose canon (even though he was a sweetheart). One day he fell in love with our friend Monica, and he changed, became toned-down, settled, as their beautiful love deepened. After a couple of months my friend Andrea noticed this and sighed sadly. “What’s wrong?” I asked her. “Kirk isn’t wild anymore,” she said. “He was so beautiful when he was wild.” I knew what she was saying but also thought, rightfully, that Kirk also seemed a lot happier. The source of most of his anger and “wildness” had been the near-continual grieving he’d been doing for his beloved father who’d died when he was 14. Kirk had never had that hole filled and so had turned to acting to try to express his pain. When Monica came around, she filled some of the hole for a little while, and it was good. I wasn’t shocked that Andrea couldn’t see that though. It was just like her to beat up the messenger before getting the message.

Still, I missed some of Kirk’s wildness too and feel it acutely today more than I ever have. I have to tone down some of my wildness. There just isn’t any other avenue. And so I wonder if Kirk felt back then as I do now, happy, but a little less alive.

The Most I Can Muster Is…

April 17, 2007 By: admin Category: General

…the truth is elusive.

I Couldn’t Not…

April 16, 2007 By: admin Category: General

Many thanks to rightfromwrong on Netscape.com for sending me this:

“Two hillbillies walk into a bar. While having a shot of whiskey, they talk about their moonshine operation. Suddenly, a woman at a nearby table,who is eating a sandwich, begins to cough. After a minute or so, it becomes apparent that she is in real distress. One of the hillbillies looks at her and says, “Kin ya swallar?” The woman shakes her head no. “Kin ya breathe?”
The woman begins to turn blue and shakes her head no. The hillbilly walks over to the woman, lifts up the back of her dress, yanks down her drawers and quickly gives her right butt cheek a lick with his tongue. The woman is so shocked that she has a violent spasm and the obstruction flies out of her mouth. As she begins to breathe again, the hillbilly walks slowly back to the bar. His partner says, Ya know, I’d heerd of that there ‘Hind Lick Maneuver’, but I ain’t never seed nobody do it!”

Happy Monday, y’all!

The Zen of Grocery Shopping

April 15, 2007 By: admin Category: Food, General

I was in line at the Trader Joe’s near Dwayne’s this morning, watching as the lightening-fast Latina checkout clerk rang up and then bagged the groceries of a father and teenage son who stood there chatting together and watching her every move. The clerk’s arms moved so fast you could barely seem them. She was amazing. In my mind I called her Maria.

Anyway, when it was my turn, as is my custom at Trader Joe’s I moved to the back of the checkout counter and started unfolding brown paper bags to prepare them for groceries.

“You gonna help me out?” asked the clerk.

“Oh hell yes,” I said. “You’re very fast, though, so I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep up, but I’ll try.”

“It’s no problem. Thanks a lot,” she answered.

We went about our business, she ringing like the wind and me flailing furiously trying to match her pace. Although I did an abysmal job, it was clear throughout the experience that she was moved by my assistance.

When we were done and I was sliding my debit card through the machine to pay, the clerk tore off a small ticket like you’d get for a drink at a carnival, and handed it to me.

“Fill this out with your name and phone number and put it in that mailbox over there.”

“Okay,” I said. “Thanks.”

It was a raffle. I looked down at the ticket as the emotions flooded up in my chest. I filled it out.

“Bye,” I said to the lady.

“Have a great day,” she replied.

As I walked out I dropped the ticket into the raffle mailbox, still too filled with emotion to even look up to see what it was I was putting my name in for. All that was important at that time was that I had acted kindly and been rewarded for it, and it had damned-near broken my heart.

You know you’re either on the track or cracking up if the tiny kindness of the pretty lady at Trader Joe’s makes you cry. I must be so raw… So be it. :)