Fitting Tribute– hundreds gathered in Manhattan on Wednesday to honor the life of Jordan Nager. It is widely reported that his daughter Alison delivered a remarkably poignant eulogy – soon she will deliver a living legacy.
NYU gang heading off to San Juan for spring break… “real housewives of nyc” fans to dine Sunday in their ‘hood… indoor deli picnic Saturday with Betsey chez kittay… old girl to hit young spot in East Village…Agawam baseball star college hunting in Worcester… Stonehill tennis captain gearing up for her spring season in Florida…recent UMASS grad celebrating in Costa Rica while bro gets tonsils out at Baystate… Goddess and G colliding at Liquors44… GemQueen happening upon Lyd & daughter at Bouchon bakery Time Warner (only in NY)
CandyPantsRant: Tickle-me-Massa visits Glennbeckistan- dueling lunatics – must see TV.
Having made it through mentalpause, attack of the hair color, and now one year away from the next decade, a weird virus & sleepless nights with shoulder pain- Dr. Husband could stand it no more. He hauled me off to the ER where I spent this birthday morning. After getting yellow and blue “bling” (plastic bracelets), we waited around for 2 hours. Dr. Darko finally came in and said no to shooting me up with ‘roids so the whole thing was a big bust. Maybe next week I’ll be ready to gear up for the next chapter- of my novel and my life. Happy to me.
Update: Apologies for self-indulgent rant, finally got the “shot” 12 Mar thanks to Goddess & G.
The New York Times’ Editorial Board to host its first “guest”, Ben, Washington Square News Editorial Board Chair. Ben will sit in on a NYTimes editorial meeting.
BirthDaze- tomorrow it’ll be 9 years since the big Five-O bash in NY at Elaine’s and mafia disco– best birthday until last year in London- lunch with Ben & Gary at Charlotte Street Hotel, Fitzrovia; homemade osso bucco at Frister and Madman’s flat in West Kensington.
En fin, adieu Jordan. Bienvenu…
Reality Shows Should Be Called: “The Real Neglected, Ignored, Exploited Children of Selfish Narcissistic So-Called Parents”. Octomom, Jon & Kate Plus 8, The Real Housewives of Wherever, et al. Who is tending to the children while Mommy and/or Daddy are dancing, preening, posing, clubbing? Where is the outrage? No one cares about these children! Babies are not accessories to be worn on the hip like a Prada bag or prammed around in the trendiest strollers. Kids aren’t to be tossed in the closet at the end of a hard day on the “set” or photo shoot.
The Tipping Point Is Here– NYTimes article yesterday about what’s really behind the Tea Party movement gave me chills. The Glenn Becks of the world use words like “Proud Americans”, “True followers of our Constitution”, other veiled code for us vs. them. Us, the white Christian people of the heartland; them, the people of color and others taking over our country. It’s the last bastion of the old white guard and they are mad and scared. Flash back to 1994: I started listening to an overnight talk show host, “Art Bell”. Like Beck and his ilk, he was entertaining if not nutty with conspiracy theories and outrageous callers. At that time, his show was rife with callers from “Militias” organized in remote areas of the heartland. They preached survivalism and were anti-Government, anti-tax, anti-immigration. All seemed harmless enough despite their pro-gun rhetoric. Then at one point, Art Bell said that he was becoming increasingly disturbed by the ‘chatter’ he was getting offline. A few weeks later we were stunned by the Oklahoma City bombing, but not shocked. Now it’s more mainstream but no less desperate.
But hey, it’s March!
“Valentino, the Last Emperor” on Showtime TV. Recommended by “Shadow”. He is not a typical fashionista, so worth a look.
“Coco Avant Chanel” movie, dvd, Sony, Maria loved this story about a woman who trusted her instincts, made sacrifices, triumphed.
“NY Book Club Without the Book”: A monthly appointment at Monkey Bar, “tasty” desserts and fun. So far this season of American Idol, yawny and baddy, so lame this year. Olympics cross country skiing better, oy. Idol has jumped the shark. New Vinyasa yoga class at Brassworks in Williamsburg, MA- NY trained Peter Rizzo, Sundays 10-12.
CandyPants Rant: I hear “pitchiness” and I can’t even sing. Sis deserves a CD, BaldGuy!
Watching the Westminster Dog Show is far more entertaining than bouncing back and forth from pairs skating, commercials, back stories, to downhill skiing and boarding so far. Most of the dogs are cuter than the athletes to date. Best in Show tonight!
Favorite New Eateries: Local – Blue House Cafe, Williamsburg, black bean burritos, tortilla melts in your mouth; Amherst Chinese Food, Main Street, local fresh ingredients, no “hangover” from chemicals. NYC – Morandi, West Village, fun casual people watching, not glitzy, great meatballs, http://www.tripadvisor.com/tablesedge – see the review; Flex Mussels, Upper East Side, new, happening, fresh clams. What are your new favorites, where?
Laissez les bon temps roulez– giving up watermelon seeds again for Lent, family tradition
If you’ve overdosed on pajama-grams or the nordic combined, here are some diverse treks for thought:
Local hero- Dr. Ian Goodman went from Springfield, MA to Haiti last week to rescue severely injured children. He was able to bring eight of those who could be most helped back to Massachusetts. A former pediatric resident, Ian is currently an ER fellow at the Baystate Medical Children’s Hospital (Tufts University) in Springfield. His story is inspirational.
The Moth, is a story telling organization. It was founded in 1997 by George Dawes Green, poet and novelist from Georgia, to recreate summer evening porch stories, told by everyday folks. Now a New York City institution, you can hear the famous and not-famous recount their personal tales. It could be replicated in any local community’s school, senior center, theater group.
If you like Sarah Palin, don’t read this provocative editorial from NYU’s Washington Square News.
CandyPants Rant: Does anybody understand the ice skating scoring? I liked the chauvinistic, corrupt but simple 9’s and 10’s. And what’s with the mogul ski guys lounging on futons?