writer / performer / creative ingenue

I am dying to know who painted this!  

However, when I click it, it takes me to bloody MySpace!

*Sigh* I love art that is disturbingly beautiful.  

Wafts of burgundy.  Disappearing dresses.  Bird beaks?  

Hey!  Whatever works.

I swear, everytime I look at it…

*Sigh*  I’m tellin’ ya.  It just breaks my little heart.

Makes me wanna run up to poor Bird Girl and say,

“You’re not alone in this wasteland, my pet.

PS: Rockin’ bod!”

To which she replies

…

“No regrets.”

I love how Mary looks like a total Vamp!

Well…a vamp in a nun’s habit

Either way, such a hottie!

And look at how she cradles that egg!

Like a fertility clinic billboard

- Sign me up! -

She draws in sperm!

Call her what you will. Go on and take your pill.

But as far as I’m concerned, this lady’s somethin’.

Not too bad.  Not too bad at all.

The “pure potential in each thing”.  The “pure potential in each thing”.  The “pure potential in each thing.”  Couldn’t even write it once and my ink ran out.  Which made me think, well, just because the ink ran out, doesn’t mean it’s over, for the career of this pen.  Doing and non-doing.  Writing and not writing.  Pen marks and blank paper.  Filled paper, that might as well be blank paper, because the words scribbled on it don’t mean a thing.  Spirals and spirals on notebooks filled with crap.  Jason’s “crapbook”.  Wear the “s” out of “scrapbook” and take away all the object’s meaning.   (more…)

So, a few days ago, I was out on the front lawn.  I was wearing a semi low-cut brown jumper, a long peach sweater, and a floral scarf round my neck.  Then, out of nowhere, I get the following remark from a neighbor: “You look like a little Quaker girl!”  Street sweeper say what?!?  A little Quaker girl?   (more…)

When “Real Housewives of New Jersey”’s mother Teresa, told her daughter Gia that she was NOT in fact Donald Trump and that she would NOT be buying Gia ALL the clothing her little heart desired, the spoiled reality TV rugrat had the following cutesy quip to say: “But, I’m too pretty to work.”  Hmmm…I wonder where she got that one from?  So THANK YOU, Bravo.  Thanks for yet another memorable moment from the mind-numbing madness that is reality television.  Our entire human race is in the toilet, but YOUR network, YOUR network is doin’ just FINE!

So, I just saw that hot new Swedish flick “The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo”, and it got me thinkin’: is there any cinematic value to MY story (aka: “The Girl With the Tomato Tattoo”)?  I mean, of course I’m not a pyromaniac, and the closest I’ve ever been to a psychiatric ward is through the lens of the silver screen.  I rarely rock the punk look and my high-profile hacking skills are slim to none.  But still, doesn’t it take a bit more to create an intriguing story?  (more…)

So, I flipped on Bravo today.  Liam Neeson was on (promoting his new flick “Clash of the Titans”), and they were playing this little game, “Withhold the Kracken or Release the Kracken?”  Now, in case you didn’t know, “the Kracken” is this giant and ridiculous, big budget sea-monster.  Therefore, to unleash the devil is both a death wish and a comedy of errors.  Anyway, the host would name different people or situations.  Like, “Michael Jackson’s doctor” or “Lindsay Lohan” or “Chronic texting” or “Drinking wine from a straw” (more…)

So, I’ve been reading this book lately called “The Five Things We Cannot Change”. And it’s all about those frustrating little truisms of life we have to deal with (despite our resistance) and all about embracing them. Here are the dreaded five things:

1. Everything changes and ends
2. Things do not always go according to plan
3. Life is not always fair
4. Pain is a part of life
5. People are not loving and loyal all the time (more…)

Here is a James Joyce quote I re-read today that made me sigh and swoon:

“He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or in reverie, he had heard their tale before.” – Stephen Dedalus, “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man”

Stephen, you can listen to MY peepers (and their stories) ANYTIME!!!