Hello Dolly

Gotta love Dolly Parton. This song and video made me laugh out loud, a lot.

Teela by the Bay

I got a surprise phone call from one of my oldest and best friends from San Francisco the other day.



I have not seen Teela since last August when Justin, Shaun and I went home to San Francisco for three weeks.


*(mmm In and Out)*

I did not know at the time that that trip would probably be my last to the City by the Bay for a while, because the family up and moved to France.



Anyway, I was looking through some photographs I took on my last trip home and since Teela hasn't seen them I thought I would post them.



Those last two are from the road trip we all took up the coast to Calistoga, I had never driven the coastal route. We stopped in a small town, right near where Hitchcock filmed The Birds, and had breakfast. Do you guys remember the otters swimming around us, and how I had that eggs benedict with oysters? Sounded like a good idea at the time.

Thank You

And thank you Hilary, your orange pantsuit was inspired

she would have made such a great President



Oscar de la Renta would have been a frequent White House guest, oh the humanity.

Pussy Juice Brainstorm

Thursday night, Lauren, her work friend Kelly and I met at Circa to see the Collie Buddz show. We ended up meeting up with Abby, Yeri, Nikki, Margeaux, Kyle and Marlo, (those last two are Abby's siblings,) in the line-up and we all partied together all night. I thought the performance was a total bust. Collie, you're not really famous enough or good enough to keep people waiting till two in the morning. But the partying was great. One of Abby's girlfriends, whose name I have forgotten, wore the infamous perfume Pussy Juice. Now I know what you are thinking, but Pussy Juice is the shit, it smells really good and definitely attracts some sexy attention. Anyway, all of ladies decided that Pussy Juice is so powerful that it needs a short film in its honor. I'm not going to give it all away but let's just say that this song will definitely inspire the theme.

Just cause it's the weekend

And cause I love Tracy.

some nostalgia

My dad had this song on a cassette and I used to play it and rewind it over and over. Mary Pierce too used to play it on the guitar and we would sit around my grandmother's old house and sing. I miss those summers in Connecticut

HBO's got me hooked on Nationalism

Two of HBO's newest shows are all about Nationalism and American propaganda in diametrically opposite ways. The first, Generation Kill, is an in depth look at the US invasion of Iraq in 2003. Told from the confused perspective of a battalion of reconnaissance marines. I have gotten so addicted to this show, and it isn't just because it is a babe fest of actors playing marines - although that ain't hurtin it. No it's more to do with what I perceive to be a fairly obvious picture of blatant American stupidity juxtaposed with an inherent patriotism within us all. I also like the idea of a war drama on the television scale, because unlike the capsulated image presented in film, television is ongoing, and that to me is a more honest reflection of wartime realities. The other show is John Adams, the blockbuster bust starring Paul Giamatti and Laura Linney. Bust because it has gotten bad reviews and I don't know if anyone is watching except me. Here is the complete opposite end of the spectrum, a historically based look at the glorified Revolutionary War, brought down to scale. And yet some of the same elements are visible in both. Individual quests for glory masked as patriotism. And a continued belief in the ideals of Republican Democracy. Anyway I've posted this clip of the trailer from the most recent episode of John Adams because there was a scene in it that greatly reminded me of a certain situation from a few weeks back that's been mentioned here and elsewhere. The shot happens at about 25 seconds into the clip, (don't blink you'll miss it). John Adams is at a dinner in Paris with Benjamin Franklin, and damn if those Frenches aren't giving money for those flags ... I kid I kid