A Decidedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again
A month ago, after I discovered the photos I’d left in my storage space, I posted a photo on my Facebook wall of me and Eddie Vedder in Amsterdam. I … Continue reading
This Is My Confession
When my friend Nancy asked what was going on with my memoir, I told her I wasn’t writing it. I waited for her to ask why — it was a … Continue reading
A Remembrance of Things Past, and the Lack Thereof
I’ve been avoiding going to my storage space since August of 2010, when I moved (or “moved”) to Australia. I was convinced that the evidence of my former life would … Continue reading
Just Checking In, or Still Fucked, But Less So
I didn’t make a decision to stop posting back in February, or even to take a break. Time just got away from me, as it tends to do, and … Continue reading
My Back Pages
I wrote once before that I’d tell anyone anything except how much I weighed. It’s not true. I won’t tell anyone that I was molested in nursery school. It’s … Continue reading
Red Carpet Rules and the Ghosts of Grammys Past
I started this blog on February 13, 2011, known as Grammy Sunday to marketers the world over. I was at my Dad’s house, parked on a gray carpet, blogging away … Continue reading
Kenny from South Park and the Importance of Being Walter
Until March, when I took care of Walter and Kenny for my friend Rachael, I didn’t understand the whole dog thing. I loved Hoover, my father and stepmother’s dog, but … Continue reading
The Days of Wine and Roses
No great shakes here in the present, so I’m once again writing about the past. I went to a Rain Parade/Dream Syndicate/Three O’Clock/Bangles show at the Fonda on Friday night, … Continue reading
Yeezus Walks
I have no problem with North West. It would have been cooler to call her True West, Best of the West or Dottie West, to be sure, but, ultimately her … Continue reading
Ain’t Too Proud to Beg
I’ve spent the last 14 weeks dogsitting. That’s why I haven’t been blogging; I blog out of a desire to connect, and despite being dogs, Walter and Kenny have met … Continue reading
Older, Wiser, and Happy to be Half-Assed
Yesterday was my birthday. As soon as I woke up, I thought about everything I told myself I’d do to mark the day: quit smoking, lay off the caffeine, … Continue reading
Sex, Drugs, and Monoman
I’d have only sketchy memories of what I was doing when I was twenty without Facebook and Google. It was a long time ago, yes, but that’s not why I … Continue reading
Honey, I’m Home, or Swimming Pools, Movie Stars
I shouldn’t have been shaky about covering the junket for Hansel and Gretel Witch Hunters 3D this past weekend. I mean, while I may have taken public transportation to the Four … Continue reading
When New Things Happen to Old People
I’ve been in denial. I was convinced that the mailed offers to join AARP were sent in error, and, when an ad for a dating service appeared on my Facebook … Continue reading
