Sunday, March 30, 2008

"More tears are shed over answered prayers than unanswered ones."

This morning I watched the movie “Capote’ again. I got to thinking afterwards that we are being robbed of some culture by this villain called The Internet.

I think people socialized in person more back then. I think that artists hung around more with other artists. I think the internet isolates some of us while we are working writing, we might miss out on a chance to help out fellow artists, and possibly mentor another Capote. Remember, Capote’s genius was self taught, he vowed he would never set foot into a classroom as a student, yet his writings were brilliant. Breakfast At Tiffany’s anyone?

Anyway- rant over. The internet is great for instant gratification, but I would love to be in a room full of great and even not so great writers to feed off their energy and.. well.. egos.



Oh- and the headline quote is Capote's.

Monday, March 24, 2008

I have a friend.......


I have a friend. I have never met her in real life, but I have a great admiration for her. She gives of herself effortlessly to her ‘cause’ the American Cancer Society.

She is one of the most unselfish people I have ever come in contact with. Whenever she receives a gift, she thinks of ACS, she has the most dedication, compassion and energy I have ever come across. And there is good reason for this.

Cancer knows no boundaries, doesn’t discriminate and isn’t bigoted. It doesn’t recognize gender, age or location. It will find you no matter if you are healthy, out of shape, exercise regularly, attack if you eat salad or hamburgers as a steady diet. I know of 60 year old people suffering, and I had a close friend die of cancer when he was 28. Cancer can strike your husband, wife, boy/girl friend, father, mother, grandparents, brother, sister, close friend ANYONE! It can find even you my friends, it’s a devious disease.

My mother died from cancer. It was painful to her. I watched as she writhed in pain her last few days of life, the doctors unable to do anything, even ease her pain. If you ever witness this, it will change your life forever, as it has for me and my virtual friend Loretta. It pains me to think, even 10 years after she died, what my mother endured, and it pains me and hurts my heart to think people still have to deal with this.

This is why I’m jumping on this particular bandwagon. I have always tried to do my part to help out things I believe in, but I’m making the tenth year of my mom’s death a special year, I am going to try and dedicate as much time and effort into cancer research and fundraising, for future people like my mom, and even more so, future generations who might not have to endure such hardships.

I’m going to include links to her MySpace page, it has all the information you need to know about her team and her goals. She is even having a neat T-shirt design contest. It’s in Albany, New York, June 13th and I’m begging everyone in the area to attend and come up and walk with us. I am driving up from Connecticut to walk. It’s going to be FUN! If you’ve never attended an ACS walk before, let me tell you they are events that will be remembered for a long time. So even if you know of no one who has ever had cancer, just remember it can strike whenever it wants to. I’m going to go one step further, and if you are in the area, and want to attend and don’t have transportation to and from the event in June, I will volunteer, at no cost to you, rides to all who want to attend. I promise! Just open a dialog with me and we’ll work something out!

Here is the link to her page.



Sunday, March 16, 2008

Why I love chick flicks!


It’s no secret that I like romantic movies, “Chick Flicks” as they are known in many circles. One of my favorite things to do is wake up early in the morning, while the sun is still sleeping, and I watch a few chick flicks.

Since I work mostly at night, I find certain sadness at night. Maybe that’s why I like watching movies alone in the dark. While I am driving along, sometimes on the same street, I see lights in houses going on and some turning off. Perhaps those lights going off belong to a computer gamer, who just topped his high score, now going to bed. Or maybe a writer who just found the right words or turn of phrase to make his readers cry, laugh or think.

I’d like to think that those lights flickering into life belong to someone rising early, much like me, who feeds the wheels of life’s ‘machine,’ getting up to make muffins for the masses. The lights might belong to a young couple waking to check on their sick infant, worried if the child is alright.

But the saddest things I see at night are the people, especially the ones that patronize coffee shops and convenience stores where I have to deliver to. The dejected faces of half drunk bar patrons going home to their little homes, unhappy with their lives. The pitiful faces of retired graveyard shift workers, up now because they have spent a lifetime reprogramming their biorhythms into being up all night and even now they can’t sleep during the day like the rest of the world does. These elderly people are usually nursing a coffee and eagerly await the next person they can recite the story of “The Great Forklift Accident of 1975” to.

But chick flicks wring my emotions more than all of these people, whether their situations are imagined by me or not, combined. I’d like to think it’s the romantic in me who likes to see the people on the screen enjoying a first kiss, their souls dancing together for the first time. They are locked in that special embrace, before (or sometimes oblivious to) the day to day mechanics of the relationship.

For example, at the end of ‘You’ve Got Mail, are Joe and Kathleen really thinking about who is going to pick up the dry cleaning in the future, or who is going to drive to their weekend getaway in the Catskills? Is Kathleen really upset about Joe’s snoring keeping her awake at night? No! That’s why the line “Could you find it in your heart to forgive me?” leading up to “I was hoping it was you,” sent me running to the tissue box every time I watch the movie.

And another example; does in Ana in ‘Notting Hill’ put any thought into what their lives would REALLY be like when she tells William, “I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.” *sniff sniff* I get choked up at this one too.


So this is why I love chick flicks. The writers/directors prove to me in two hours or less that age, culture, social status, death (as in Ghost), or time (watch Love Letter) that people will find each no matter how weird, normal, or outrageous the situation is. The movies provide a snapshot what’s really in my heart and not in my head. Because according to these movies, the pesky mechanical details of a relationship will work themselves out, even when money is tight, a ghost lover points you in the direction of a person living who is worthy of your love, even the awkwardness of sex will work out. And not just the awkwardness of first time sex, even after 5 years in a relationship sometimes sex is awkward at times.

Do how do you feel about chick flicks?

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Neat movie idea!


I had this idea for a movie this morning while tossing and turning in bed.... it's movie about the adult lives of the Peanuts gang.


Here's the synopsis:


We find out that Charlie Brown, while still in college, develops a computer operating system that makes him one of the wealthiest guys on the planet. Lucy, of course, latches on to him, and marries him to satisfy her “princess” syndrome, starts calling him Charles, and poor old Mr. Brown becomes a henpecked husband.

Meanwhile we learn the Peppermint Patty is a lesbian, she had a passionate affair with the Little Red-Haired Girl for two years while they were still in their 20s. Patty broke it off, realizing her first love was Marcie, and the Little Red-Haired Girl became so confused about her sexuality, she became a top rated porn star, much to the dismay (and delight) of Charles Brown.

Sally was seduced while still in high school by a devious Peppermint Patty, and she found strength in the arms of Franklin. They married soon after and had 11 children and operate a string of bed and breakfasts based in New Hampshire, Vermont and upstate New York, all financed of course by her big brother Charles.

Linus became a famous author noted mostly for his ‘shoot from the hip’ type of self-help advice. Sadly, while fixing millions of people all over the world, he couldn’t make himself happy and killed himself when he was just 31 years old, leaving his little brother Rerun to manage his estate.

Schroeder lost interest in his piano in his teens, and turned to football, something he excelled at. He was a first round draft choice while still a freshman in college and was snatched up by the Dallas Cowboys when he was just 21. In the team’s Superbowl outing 7 years ago, the Cowboys trailing by 3 points, 1 minute to go in the game, his offensive line pushed towards the goal with his famous ground game. At the two yard line he was sacked way back at the 50 yard line, so at 4th down with 50 yards to go he chose to run the ball in himself, and he scored the winning touchdown, giving way to the famous phrase, “At the last minute Schroeder can do it!” ®© This famous tag line has been used to sell everything from airline tickets to baby pacifiers, and it is owned and available to license by his good friend Charles Brown. It was during this movie, that we find out that Schroeder’s real first name was Henry, and he was the 8th man in his family named Henry. With his good looks, sporting ability and money, he blew through Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders like they were cheap hookers, eventually marrying 6 of them. Retired from sports at the age of 41, he keeps himself busy having hip replacement surgeries (he’s on his 15th right hip) and getting back to his younger day interest in the piano, penning hit songs for singers like Whitney Houston, LeAnne Rimes, Michael BublĂ©, and penned the tender father/daughter duet by Rod and Kimberly Stewart; “You’re Killing Me With Your Antics, Act Your Age Already!”

Pigpen became a sharp-witted stand up comedian, gaining international fame while still a teen. He went on to host many TV game and reality shows, and he had a ‘hobby’ of buying car dealerships ending up with a meglo-maniac’s dream of owning 129 dealerships. He became even better known by his string of commercials and roadside billboards hawking: “Would YOU buy a car from this man? Of COURSE you would and WILL!”

Snoopy, having failed as a novelist, became a famous circus performer specializing in balancing acts. All those years sleeping on his dog house peak apparently paid off. We also find out that Woodstock was really a female bird. Snoopy and Woodstock’s pictures were splashed all over the tabloids when it was reported that they had a kinky cross-species sexual relationship going on. They perished in a plane crash off the coast of Alaska in a raging mid-winter snowstorm while trying to visit Spike, who went to live there when the story of his brother’s perverse sexual antics forced him into seclusion on the frozen tundra.

By the end of the movie we find out that the MEEK will rule. While signing papers she thought would include her in Charlie’s fortunes, Lucy was in reality signing the most ironclad pre-nup in marriage history. In a few years Lucy would also unknowingly sign divorce papers freeing Charlie (he went back to his childhood name too) to marry his new sweetheart, Oprah Winfrey. Then it was revealed that Oprah was his childhood Pen Pal. Together they were an unstoppable power couple, eventually buying up a slew of items such as China, most of South America (Paraguay is such a holdout) and winning The Orion Star Belt in a friendly wager during a golf game between Charlie and some of his alien business buddies at Yellowstone National Park’s world class golf course.


Heartbroken Lucy retreated to one of her ex-sister-in-law’s bed and breakfasts, (Franklin urged his wife Sally to be nice to her, and he’s such a nice guy!). She settled into the one managed by Peppermint Patty and her now legal wife Marcie (they were in Vermont) and fell in love with both of them becoming the first lesbian tri-ouple.

And that’s the end of the movie!

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Weekly music thingy

Today is music Sunday.. I’m going to plug a few artists this week.

First is Mike Doughty. You might remember him from the group Soul Coughing. His new record, Golden Delicious is fantastic! Fort Hood is one of the most haunting songs yet… BUT! Whenever I hear his voice, I hear him singing “Busting up a Starbucks!” I have him voice-cats!

Second group of note is a group who calls themselves The Teenagers. They sing.. well… light porn songs, but damn they’re hooky songs! The album is Reality Check, check it out.

Then there is Jo Davidson. Nothing new for her on the horizon, at least nothing I heard, but her piano playing is great and I love most of her songs. “Red Crayon” and “All the World’s Religions,” are favorites of mine, but “Reflection” has a calming feeling to it, sometimes I loop it over and over again when I’m trying to think. I think her Capitol/Edel-America release is out of print, but you can still find her tunes on I-Tunes.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

My New York Age

I just took this quiz.... not bad for a 50 year old, heh?


My New York age is "25"

This New York age puts you-generally speaking-into the young category. That's what you were hoping for, right? Run and tell your friends. Then get drunk (as usual). Then sleep it off. Then pop an Adderall. Then come back and consider experimenting with a more mature type of New York life (just once in a while). Have you ever been to the Village Vanguard or the Living Theatre? Eaten at Elaine's? Taken a date to Michael Feinstein? Before you laugh, check 'em out and see what old-school NYC experiences you can add to the new.

What's your New York age? Take the Time Out New York quiz and find out!

Sunday, March 2, 2008

This wacky internet!

I’m going to suspend the music artist profile for one week and I’m going to write about this crazy thing we call the Internet.

The World Wide Web has brought people closer, made us friends where we probably wouldn’t have made them, and gave people access to other people that might never have happened before. What inspired me today is a piece of rubbish that fell to the floor and who was behind this idea and identity of mine.

You might be wondering what the logo is for. I wanted to start a recording label about 8 years ago and needed an identity. So I sketched up what I had in mind, scanned it into a JPEG image and found a graphic design person and told her what I wanted. It took her just tow tries to ‘read’ my mind, but I think the end design is perfect. I had business cards made up, mugs, tote bags t-shirts, I got my mileage out of my $300 investment.

My record label never took off, and yesterday I was moving some stuff around and a dirty old business card fell to the floor. I picked it up, admired the logo again and couldn’t even remember who did the logo. So I looked in my records and found out a Juliet Blackwell designed my logo.

I wondered if she ever wondered about me and what became of her design. Perhaps she has spotted it somewhere on the Internet (I use it a lot still as avatars) and been proud of her design. I can’t find out any more about her, and if I remember correctly (C’mon it was 8 years ago!) she was from the Boston area.

So here’s a little tribute to someone who’s made a huge impact on my life, from an email conversation and a JPEG attachment, and to someone I’ve never spoken to in ‘real’ life and probably never will.

I’ve also sold stories on the Internet, something that wouldn’t have been possible before, but that’s another story for another time.

Wacky thing this Internet!