when you want something beyond a dancing cockadoodle do

i am not a particularly forward person--yeah roll your eyes. i admit, like any true Cancer-Leo cusp i can be stubborn and argumentative. in my defense, i firmly believe that everyone has the right to their own beliefs. it's just i simply cannot abide stupidity and bigotry. i'm often surprised that people don't agree with me about things that just seem obvious.

but when it comes to talking about myself... not so much.  on the one hand, i'm a good listener. but on the other, i keep my cards close to the chest and most people at a distance. in this age of passive aggressive communication filled with "friends," "connections," and "buddies" at your fingertips, it is easy to let people float on the periphery of your life.

the equivalent to asking "hey, how are you?" -even with the obligatory "good, you?" - has become typing "look at this random-crazy-cat/wacky-baby video."  it doesn't even require a response.

speaking of, have you seen this dancing rooster?

apparently, he likes middle eastern music.

but what if you want to reach out to someone?
how do you break through the digital barrier?

Good Anecdote, Bad Reality: new york, carrie fisher, and me

i cannot explain enough how much i love carrie fisher's one woman show "wishful drinking." there are cheap tickets to be had on tdf and discount codes all over. there really is no reason not to see it. even watching it a second time and knowing what was to come, i was laughing outrageously. (plus this time i was ready to ask carrie a question-in the show-and can now say we've talked!)

you know, the show could easily be a litmus test for my friendship--you don't have to think it's hilarious, but if you can't at least get some of the things she says, there is really no point in you and i bothering to be anything more.



o, we can be friends, i'm happy to be friends, but if you can't appreciate some of the f*cked up life she has gone through, i don't know if you could ever really get me. then again, who says you want to?

on that note, after a highly enjoyable night on broadway, i had an iconic new york all-nighter--something i do very rarely. the progression of my evening from place to place is also very indicative of my life. and i kind of love that too.

from the chairman's lounge and Studio 54, to the fancy Beacon, to the always entertaining and highly glamorous Lips, to pub Deacon Brodie's (so that's what straight men do! :) , to a little late night eggs at the Galaxy Diner.

i don't bother with all that very often, so let me just put on record that it did and it can :p


to sing us out...
a couple of thoughts from carrie fisher that stayed with me tonight...

Years ago there were tribes that roamed the earth and every tribe had a magic person. well now all the tribes have dispersed, but every so often you meet a magic person, and ever so often you meet someone from your tribe...

the thing about manic depressiveness is [...] the facts of your life stay the same, just your emotional landscape changes

your mother is a manic-depressive drug addict, your father is gay, your grandmother tap-dances, and your grandfather shot speed! and my daughter laughs and laughs. "Baby the fact that you know that's funny is going to save your whole life."

Resentment is like drinking a poison and waiting for the other person to die.

I think ultimately i fell under the heading of: Good Anecdote, Bad Reality. i was really good for material, but when it came to day-to-day living, i was more than he could take.


Grandmother said, "Cry all you want, you'll pee less"