On Lakeshore Drive there is a house. Situated on the south side of the street, its back yard opens to Lake Ontario. I pass it every time I go for my extended walk. The new owners seem determined to transform this 1980s homogenized architecture into… something… more. I’ve been watching its transformation for months. In…
So as I’m up to my armpits in rock opera, I don’t have a lot of spare time, so I thought I’d post this from June: Eggshells Under Their Feet Yesterday morning I awoke in the midst of another horrific hot flash. Stumbling and growling all the way down the stairs – David and Rissa’s…
I have a thing for shoes. Not quite a fetish, but close. I used to have lots and lots and lots… before I got pregnant and developed duck feet. ‘Cause after you’ve had a baby, your feet aren’t the same size. If you look at my feet when they’re not touching the ground, they look…
Aaron Sorkin has a new series on HBO. The Newsroom. Thank the freaking universe!! It’s been so long since Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip and even longer since The West Wing and Sports Night. David PVRd the show without my even knowing that there was a new Sorkin show. He presented it to me…
Warning – lurid adult content I should have known it was a dream, because I was in a yoga classs. I don’t take yoga class. I think I can honestly say, that apart from the impromptu yoga instruction that my friend Alice gave David, Anna and me on the beach of her cottage property, that…
Please. Please… someone in television land, bring back Firefly. Please. I’m begging. I really need a hit of Mal. For those who might say, “but you can see Nathan Fillion on Castle.” I know, I know – Nathan Fillion is on Castle, and it’s fine… Richard Castle is snarky and marginally sexy and all that,…
This week I had a disproportionate emotional response to televised stimuli. I watched Bunheads. First off, I had been under the impression that the show was reality tv aimed at the ballerina set. Rissa is a bit of a dance fiend herself, so we PVR’d it and sat down to watch it together. Imagine my…
Why, oh why don’t we listen to our bodies? When they’re full, I mean. Of food. I either need to throw up or ingest vast quantities of TUMS. I am smarter than this. This chipmunk is me. The peanut is the last chocolate-covered pretzel. I made a bad choice. I should just know better. Yesterday…
I turned 44 today. That’s right the big DOUBLE 4!!!! I have lived, breathed, loved, hurt, gasped, screamed, laughed, fallen, jumped, dived, wallowed, basked and enjoyed life for the last 44 years. Yes, I have wrinkles on my face. You know why? Because I smile and raise my eyebrows and I’m 44 freaking years…
We have Netflix. We hardly ever use it, but we pay our $7.95 a month and have it. Every now and again we discover something on it. Like the TED talks – which if you haven’t been watching you MUST – but in addition to the TED talks there’s something else you HAVE to watch……