Great point made by a Swedish journalist on parenting: “Actually, there is no biological connection whatsoever between the function of giving birth to and nursing a child and the function of washing its clothes, preparing its food, and trying to bring it up to be a good and harmonious person, Both men and women…
Violin Frankenstein: IT’S ALIVE!
I am now actively using vaporizer parts inside the electric violins – and it is awesome. It’s like a fucking Reeses’ – peanut butter bumping into chocolate. I have no idea why I didn’t think of this on purpose a long time ago. I will report back —
Let’s Do It This Way (“DON’T” for non-dancers)
A completely unnecessary – but quick version of my first unnecessary “DON’T” dance post. In looking at this from as close to a 3rd-person Point of View -[POV] – I realized how much this, to a non-dancer, probably seems like something just slightly more impressive than mime; while https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/lp-EO5I60KA“>”Thinking Out Loud,” definitely an amazing dance…
Finally tackling the damn “DON’T” dance
Not so fucking easy and with the nerve damage there’s a bunch I have to change up; god, I realize now how deceptively easy it looks, but it is not. So, yeah, I need some kind of challenge to make me work. And Beyoncé isn’t doing it anymore and isn’t practical. (follow up quickie non-dancer aside)
The Great Correction – Poems, Prophesy and Other Vulgarities
Prophesy column √ Oh. My. God. Eliza Gilkyson Amazing.
UNDISCLOSED Podcast: Freddie Gray’s Knife (or: OMG that’s my fucking knife!)
Blogging about a podcast about a podcast – UNDISCLOSED: The Killing of Freddie Gray, Ep 5, Evidence: Knife, Blood, Van OMG, that’s my fucking knife! ℘ ℘ Blogging about a podcast about a podcast – UNDISCLOSED: The Killing of Freddie Gray, Ep 5, Evidence: Knife, Blood, Van For some very good reasons I have come…
Dad – Artfully Annoying – People Magazine: April 5, 1976
Source: Dad – Artfully Annoying – People Magazine: April 5, 1976
Dad – Artfully Annoying – People Magazine: April 5, 1976
“He smokes Kools instead of stogies, but in every other flamboyant excess, Bill Sargent is the Don King of the showbiz hill…”
Ninety Years Ago Today My Father Was Born
Then turned on one toe, hopped off the huge wooden table and started off, head high, when I heard him slap the table hard with his big hand – the way everyone who knew him remembers he did in his constant, big-ness that encompassed all sight, movement, and certainly sound – and laughed his ass off.
“Don’t be an idiot…”
“… I bugged the Scotch bottle.” “Don’t be an idiot. I bugged the Scotch bottle.”
Exact Words 