I thought of a lot of blah blah blah I could write, but the truth is actually quite simple. The Oscars have nothing to say to me because the mainstream Hollywood industry has nothing to say to me. I’m a woman over forty: where are my peers? Apart from Meryl Streep, whose consistently stellar abilities…
Category: complaints
Yes, I’m Back
…but I won’t be giving a London recap until we get back from Robert’s, where we’re heading for Thanksgiving today, because of COURSE he only has dial up (OMG!). Yes, pictures, yes, fun, yes, friends — much to tell. I will add because I have to get it off my chest: FILTHY PHILLY! Eww, eww!…
Stephen Fry in America
My hopes that Fry’s visit to all 50 states for his documentary on this country would lead to 1) his no longer doing that quite terrible “Ammurrican” accent (leave it to your former partner, whose accent is superb) and 2) not portraying the nation as a circus of freaks, seem to be dashed by the…
Living Down to Expectations
I give up: my students in the Gender and Medieval Literature class have let me know that the fight to gain equal rights for women has utterly failed. Life today is apparently much like that of Anglo-Saxon England (although with better plumbing). Men, they tell me, are still expected to be brave and strong like…
The Latest
Oooh, lookit the purty colors! Yes, the continuing saga of my ankle — how very dull. Well, according to the receptionist in the doctor’s office, I have a heel spur. Huh? Well, yes, that makes sense and certainly explains the extensive bruising (not) as well as the persistent swelling (no, my leg is really not…
X-Rays, Crutches and Painkillers
Taking bets now before the x-rays come back: is it only a sprain? torn ligaments? or an actual break? Judge the evidence for yourself, including early Sunday: and today, bruising now visible as the swelling fades, those along the side of the joint made the doctor tsk at me (he’s already written a prescription for…
Rothko
My love she speaks like silence,Without ideals or violence,She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful,Yet she’s true, like ice, like fire. — Bob Dylan, “Love Minus Zero/No Limit” There’s a story I posted on Facebook from The Guardian about the Rothko Chapel, an oasis of magnificence in the middle of Houston. Typically (for a British…
No Fun
Gene has just departed with the G4 in hand, leaving behind his old WinBook as my rescue dog. I gave him two pennies for the ferryman, but it could be possible that the Mac doctors will be able to save her (although I have visions of them gathered around, staring with awe, “You still use…
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly
There’s nothing quite like being all set for a week of writing in a great situation: a beautiful house in a gorgeous location — and it comes with a cat (isn’t Hamilton cute?). But then out of the blue — because we’re speaking about my dependable Powerbook G4 — a massive crash occurs. We’re talking…
Minus One Sofa
Consumatum est: well, the big furniture that required a truck, anyway (we still have lots of boxes, cough cough, hint hint). We decided the sofa did not have a place in our new third floor lifestyle (fortunately, we decided this on the first set of stairs). I wanted to chuck it off the back of…