This week I Saw Art. Laura and I (sans Billie and Sidney) went to the Museum of Arts and Design (on 53rd Street across from MOMA) and saw a fantastic show called "Pricked: Extreme Embroidery". It runs through April 27th. Don't miss it, it's absolutely fabulous!
Then we went to Pulse! and were underwhelmed, though we loved seeing lots of Morton Barlett's doll photos and one very interesting artist named Santiago Rubino
http://www.re-title.com/artists/SANTIAGO-RUBINO.asp
who does interesting detailed drawings of women and dogs (not together). Reminded us a little of Walter Keane mixed with Edward Gorey. Some people feel he has appropriated the style (and presentation in old frames) of Mark Ryden
http://www.markryden.com/paintings/index.html
but we liked his dog drawings so much we don't care. Laura hopes he will draw Billie!
Larry and I have been trying to think up new ways to make money without working. We thought of entering the contest to name the Glatt Kosher Falafel Restaurant on Third Avenue ($3000 prize) but realized it took too much work. Besides the last contest that restaurant ran ended up giving the prize to the person who named it "Chickpea", not exactly a name worthy of our level of genius and creativity, especially for a measley 3K. Seeing all those $1000 reward posters for lost dogs around town, we tossed around an idea about a Dog Kidnapping Service venture, but ultimately decided some people at the run might find it offensive. Look, we were going to treat the dogs we kidnapped really well while we had them, it would basically be like a spa vacation for the dog. And think how extremely happy and relieved the owners would be when we returned Fluffy to their empty arms? That's a feeling you can't really put a price on. Come to think of it, maybe it's not off the table entirely.
After seeing the Morton Bartlett show a friend gave me a good idea. What about creating a FAKE "outsider artist"? When Bartlett died, he had no heirs and his dolls and negatives ended up in a flea market where they were discovered and purchased by an art dealer. Or were they? Whose to know where they came from? Barlett's photos are now selling for $14,000 and up - A good enough reason to fabricate the whole damn story, don't you think? I mean if a young white middle class women can get $300,000 for writing a memoir of her life as a Crip, why can't this idea work? When I work out the details I'll let you know. Meanwhile don't tell anybody.
Ken told us something Really Creepy and we think it may well be true, though we're waiting for confirmation from Trishika. In order to get your photo published it the Weddings section of the Times, the bride and groom's eyes have to be perfectly aligned. Taking a look at today's Times it looks pretty true to me! Sometimes the eyes were even aligned on a slant. Weird. We've gotta get the story on this, Trish, please let us know.
And speaking of the Times, I must say that the article in the Magazine "College Kids Who Opt Out of Sex" made me feel Totally Disconnected From Reality. I'm not saying that there's anything wrong with not having sex before you're married (well I actually do think that's wrong but I'll just suspend my judgment for a moment) but why would you have to join an ORGANIZATION such as True Love Revolution (Harvard) and the Anscombe Society (Princeton) and make pledges and have support meetings? One "stalwart soldier" of the abstinence wars, Leo Keihler is pictured in his bedroom. Just look at him. Don't try to tell me he's not one step away from being a child molester or serial killer. Just read the article if you can bear it, and tell me there's something really disturbing about it. Or maybe it's just me.
Here we have a nice example of a (very) obiedient dog:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P2BfzUIBy9A
See you in the run!
Sidney & Roberta
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Spring is here, I hear...
Why doesn't my heart go dancing? (For those vast numbers of you who are "young" , this is a reference to a Rogers & Hart song which I first heard at the tender age of 8 on my mother's copy of Frank Sinatra's album "Frank Sinatra Sings For Only The Lonely". Like you care).
Anyway, Easter came and went with nary an appearance of significant numbers. Rags and James took pity on me and came by to ask me to sing songs from "Hair" of which I knew none. All of the songs I thought were from "Hair" were from "Jesus Christ Superstar". Where is Dr. Bob when you need him? I never saw either of these shows, although I did have sex with the actor who played Jesus in the "Jesus Christ Superstar" movie, Teddy Neely. He was HOT.
Then Rags wanted me to sing "I Will Always Love You" which he called a "Whitney Houston song". Not. It is a Dolly Parton song. And Rags calls himself a gay - ha! And then when I proceeded to sing the chorus of said song, I was reprimanded that it wasn't the song! Okay so I'm no Celine Dion with a 18 octave range, but I know my Dolly Parton. Luckily as we were leaving, who should arrive but an ACTUAL singer: Jamie Leonhart, possessor of multiple octaves, an artist with many CDs and sold out shows at Joe's Pub. Not only did Jamie sing the chorus of the song, she knew the VERSE. Major.
Monday was good. I had an idea for teaching everyone in the run Yiddish. My proposals is to take one word each day, have Larry (or another Jew) define it, and then we would go around in a circle and each if us would use the word in a sentence.
Unfortunately the first word (chosen by Rags) was "moil" (moyle?). A moil is the Rabbi who performs circumcisions) (I can't even spell it, let alone condone it). Now, sorry, but to me this isn't a word that is going to come up much in everyday conversation. But what the hell, we tried. My sentence was "I don't think I'll have much use for a moil in my lifetime", which is true but doesn't really give a sense of the meaning of the word. While Berlin was chasing his tail (and catching it) John ventured a sentence, but I felt my whole idea was being ruined.
Then Rags suggested ungepachaka, which is like going over the top, laying it on too thick. Rags relates it to Ralph Lauren, he's ungepachaka apparently. As a goyim (that is probably ungrammatical) it was all too much for me. Larry and I discussed going to see Jackie Mason's "The Ultimate Jew" on Broaoday as a group and found tickets online for $38. There's an old folks matinee at 2 p.m. so I might actually be able to fit that in. We could go as a an educational group, maybe there's an extra discount for that? Anyway, we will be starting the Yiddish Acquisition Program in earnest when the weather's better. No need to register, no tuition. I figure by summer we'll all be speaking Yiddish.
Laura is back from Hawaii, in shock. Jessica has disappeared into her Uptown World for now. Beth (Dugan's mom) has a bad haircut and will be staying away for awhile. Ken and Hershey drop in as always before work. Claudia hold court as always, as she prepares for the Pulse Art fair. Bald Tango flits about, Zeus entices George into play just when Trish wants to leave. Riley, our young friend from Portland came back to NYC but then had to go to L.A. We hope he will be back.
That's all for now folks!
Sidney & Roberta
Anyway, Easter came and went with nary an appearance of significant numbers. Rags and James took pity on me and came by to ask me to sing songs from "Hair" of which I knew none. All of the songs I thought were from "Hair" were from "Jesus Christ Superstar". Where is Dr. Bob when you need him? I never saw either of these shows, although I did have sex with the actor who played Jesus in the "Jesus Christ Superstar" movie, Teddy Neely. He was HOT.
Then Rags wanted me to sing "I Will Always Love You" which he called a "Whitney Houston song". Not. It is a Dolly Parton song. And Rags calls himself a gay - ha! And then when I proceeded to sing the chorus of said song, I was reprimanded that it wasn't the song! Okay so I'm no Celine Dion with a 18 octave range, but I know my Dolly Parton. Luckily as we were leaving, who should arrive but an ACTUAL singer: Jamie Leonhart, possessor of multiple octaves, an artist with many CDs and sold out shows at Joe's Pub. Not only did Jamie sing the chorus of the song, she knew the VERSE. Major.
Monday was good. I had an idea for teaching everyone in the run Yiddish. My proposals is to take one word each day, have Larry (or another Jew) define it, and then we would go around in a circle and each if us would use the word in a sentence.
Unfortunately the first word (chosen by Rags) was "moil" (moyle?). A moil is the Rabbi who performs circumcisions) (I can't even spell it, let alone condone it). Now, sorry, but to me this isn't a word that is going to come up much in everyday conversation. But what the hell, we tried. My sentence was "I don't think I'll have much use for a moil in my lifetime", which is true but doesn't really give a sense of the meaning of the word. While Berlin was chasing his tail (and catching it) John ventured a sentence, but I felt my whole idea was being ruined.
Then Rags suggested ungepachaka, which is like going over the top, laying it on too thick. Rags relates it to Ralph Lauren, he's ungepachaka apparently. As a goyim (that is probably ungrammatical) it was all too much for me. Larry and I discussed going to see Jackie Mason's "The Ultimate Jew" on Broaoday as a group and found tickets online for $38. There's an old folks matinee at 2 p.m. so I might actually be able to fit that in. We could go as a an educational group, maybe there's an extra discount for that? Anyway, we will be starting the Yiddish Acquisition Program in earnest when the weather's better. No need to register, no tuition. I figure by summer we'll all be speaking Yiddish.
Laura is back from Hawaii, in shock. Jessica has disappeared into her Uptown World for now. Beth (Dugan's mom) has a bad haircut and will be staying away for awhile. Ken and Hershey drop in as always before work. Claudia hold court as always, as she prepares for the Pulse Art fair. Bald Tango flits about, Zeus entices George into play just when Trish wants to leave. Riley, our young friend from Portland came back to NYC but then had to go to L.A. We hope he will be back.
That's all for now folks!
Sidney & Roberta
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Where the hell is everybody? Saturday March 22, 2008
Sidney and I arrived at the run at 8 a.m. and by 9 a.m. we were still the only ones there. Did we miss the memo? Finally Sunny & Nene showed up, Nene wearing his own sophisticated take on the Burberry plaid craze of the 90s, you know, really putting his own spin on it. The Other Larry (Becky's dad) showed up briefly. And that was it. We did see one of the strangest dogs we know: Harley, a boxer pug mix. As Larry commented "He got the worst of each breed!". Weird. You had to see it. Really kind of sad in a way, though of course I'm sure the parents love him just as they would a "normal" dog.
Friday I went to lunch at Momofuku SSam Bar, the highly touted restaurant on 2nd Avenue and 13th Street. The restaurant's 26 year old chef David Chang is the subject of a long profile in this week's New Yorker. Chang is opening his third restaurant, Ko, any minute, his first being the wildly successful Momofuku Noodle Bar. I had one of the best food items here that I have ever eaten anywhere: Diver Sea Scallops from the raw bar with nori, pickled cherries, lemon and something I don't know what, it was so exquisite! I also had Fried Brussel Sprouts with chilies, mint and fish sauce, which had the moist concentrated garlic flavor I've ever tasted. As Rachel Ray would say: "De-lish!". Mainly they deal with pork - pork buns, country hams from 4 states, pork belly, pork sausage and whole pork butt (are you salivating yet, Bob & Larry?) but there are 5 choices on the Raw Bar, including Wild Striped Bass, Cured Hamachi, Beau Soliel Oysters and Jonah Crab Claws, and some chicken things. I was sure it would be packed, but at 3 p.m. it was half empty and filled with a casual group of semi-hipsters. The Ramones "Beat on the Brat" was on the sound system, which I took as an omen. It's not cheap (most dishes are between $12 & $17 for smallish portions) but the Lunch Boxes are $12 to $14 and are BIG. The sake, wine and beer lists are inspired. I almost went back there again today but stopped myself and put the money into my Bathroom Renovation Fund. (Donations accepted, tax deductible.)
Rags was deeply engrossed this week in the Eliot Spitzer coverage. He learned a new term: "Eating at the Y". Apparently in Hooker Land that particular act (a man performing 'oral' on a woman) is disallowed. Rags was mystified. I say it is because it is not the duty of the hooker to be expected to either experience pleasure or (god forbid) orgasm. To do so is to cede power. No kissing, no coming and no lunch at the Y. Sorry Eliot, you'll have to go back to Silda for that. Though somehow I suspect she may not be in the mood for it right now.
I saw the most marvelous documentary on John Waters on IFC last night called "Divine Trash". It was really lovely to have Waters describe Divine as his "Liz Taylor" (which she definitely was) and amazing to see his trajectory from stoned freak pot smoking maniac to mainstream Broadway Power Player. It's just a brilliant doc, don't miss it they always show those things a million times. I myself was honored to have several phone conversations with Divine's mother Mrs. Francis Milstead. You cannot imagine a mother more proud of her son's achievements. To me that shows there is a god.
And so we come upon the anniversary of the Resurrection of the Lord Baby Jesus Our Heavenly Saviour, we will be Happy and we will Eat. Even those among us who do not believe (myself included) or who believe with reservations, or are Jewish or who never even gave it a second thought beyond the Easter Bunny, I say eating, experiencing the pleasure of Momofuku, of sake, of fresh air (though we may not remember the last time we breathed it) of the first time we saw John Waters "Multiple Maniacs", of our dogs in all their wondrousness, I say all of this is more than enough reason to Rejoice.
And to sleep late tomorrow. Because I know none of you will be at the run anyway.
Hallelujah!
Sidney & Roberta
Friday I went to lunch at Momofuku SSam Bar, the highly touted restaurant on 2nd Avenue and 13th Street. The restaurant's 26 year old chef David Chang is the subject of a long profile in this week's New Yorker. Chang is opening his third restaurant, Ko, any minute, his first being the wildly successful Momofuku Noodle Bar. I had one of the best food items here that I have ever eaten anywhere: Diver Sea Scallops from the raw bar with nori, pickled cherries, lemon and something I don't know what, it was so exquisite! I also had Fried Brussel Sprouts with chilies, mint and fish sauce, which had the moist concentrated garlic flavor I've ever tasted. As Rachel Ray would say: "De-lish!". Mainly they deal with pork - pork buns, country hams from 4 states, pork belly, pork sausage and whole pork butt (are you salivating yet, Bob & Larry?) but there are 5 choices on the Raw Bar, including Wild Striped Bass, Cured Hamachi, Beau Soliel Oysters and Jonah Crab Claws, and some chicken things. I was sure it would be packed, but at 3 p.m. it was half empty and filled with a casual group of semi-hipsters. The Ramones "Beat on the Brat" was on the sound system, which I took as an omen. It's not cheap (most dishes are between $12 & $17 for smallish portions) but the Lunch Boxes are $12 to $14 and are BIG. The sake, wine and beer lists are inspired. I almost went back there again today but stopped myself and put the money into my Bathroom Renovation Fund. (Donations accepted, tax deductible.)
Rags was deeply engrossed this week in the Eliot Spitzer coverage. He learned a new term: "Eating at the Y". Apparently in Hooker Land that particular act (a man performing 'oral' on a woman) is disallowed. Rags was mystified. I say it is because it is not the duty of the hooker to be expected to either experience pleasure or (god forbid) orgasm. To do so is to cede power. No kissing, no coming and no lunch at the Y. Sorry Eliot, you'll have to go back to Silda for that. Though somehow I suspect she may not be in the mood for it right now.
I saw the most marvelous documentary on John Waters on IFC last night called "Divine Trash". It was really lovely to have Waters describe Divine as his "Liz Taylor" (which she definitely was) and amazing to see his trajectory from stoned freak pot smoking maniac to mainstream Broadway Power Player. It's just a brilliant doc, don't miss it they always show those things a million times. I myself was honored to have several phone conversations with Divine's mother Mrs. Francis Milstead. You cannot imagine a mother more proud of her son's achievements. To me that shows there is a god.
And so we come upon the anniversary of the Resurrection of the Lord Baby Jesus Our Heavenly Saviour, we will be Happy and we will Eat. Even those among us who do not believe (myself included) or who believe with reservations, or are Jewish or who never even gave it a second thought beyond the Easter Bunny, I say eating, experiencing the pleasure of Momofuku, of sake, of fresh air (though we may not remember the last time we breathed it) of the first time we saw John Waters "Multiple Maniacs", of our dogs in all their wondrousness, I say all of this is more than enough reason to Rejoice.
And to sleep late tomorrow. Because I know none of you will be at the run anyway.
Hallelujah!
Sidney & Roberta
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Eliot Who? The Return of Buttercup March 15, 2008
This has been a tumultuous week in New York politics. Trishiki (pronounced Tri-SHE-ki, Larry informs me (I had misspelled Trish's African name previously as Trishaca, sorry) was palpably discombobulated Tuesday morning, having followed the Spitzer story as it unfolded Monday night. George looked a little dumbfounded also. The shock becomes becomes a worse shock because somehow it's NOT a shock.
Eliot called me at home Tuesday night after a long soul searching meeting with Silda, and conveyed his apologies to Larry, who had ES pegged as the first Jewish President. Now that role must go to Mike Bloomberg, a dog owner with a classy girlfriend and cool office space where Berlin's dad John works. Kim has agreed to be his campaign manager, if he will get some elevator shoes.
On a serious note: as Buttercup's mom pointed out, couldn't someone in the press have given us a heads up about Eliot Spitzer before we elected him governor? Apparently his overzealousness, bordering on meglomania and grandiosity (defined as boastful self-importance, ostentation, pomposity and pretension, an exaggerated sense of one's importance, power, knowledge or identity, larger-than-life feelings of superiority) was observed in many matters, and was well known by members of the press during his term as Attorney General, yet it was not widely reported. Why?
Buttercup returned to the run Saturday after her surgery to prevent an outbreak of little Buttercups. (Not that we'd really mind.) Rarely have we seen a puppy frolic with such abandon, as she raced around the run with Olive, Rusty, Hachiko, Lucy and others. Dogs really can teach us about joy. Joy for no reason, just being alive being enough.
Rags has sent this link where we learn about the ribcages and femurs scattered around our park and what to do with them, starring our own Claudia Schwab with appearances by Pat McKee, Jill mother of Ginger, and others:
http://nyc24.org/2008/issue2/story6/video.html
By the way, for those of you who are not squeamish, there is a link in the upper right hand corner of this website which shows in gruesome graphic detail how to stuff a mouse! Click on Taxidermy.
Don't forget that Jamie Leonhart is doing two shows at Joe's Pub on March 21st. Jamie also as a blog:
http://jamieleonhart.wordpress.com/
Speaking of music, L'il Miss Kim played Lincoln Center last week with Pink Martini.
Go Kim!
That's all I can do for today. See you in the run.
Sidney & Roberta
Eliot called me at home Tuesday night after a long soul searching meeting with Silda, and conveyed his apologies to Larry, who had ES pegged as the first Jewish President. Now that role must go to Mike Bloomberg, a dog owner with a classy girlfriend and cool office space where Berlin's dad John works. Kim has agreed to be his campaign manager, if he will get some elevator shoes.
On a serious note: as Buttercup's mom pointed out, couldn't someone in the press have given us a heads up about Eliot Spitzer before we elected him governor? Apparently his overzealousness, bordering on meglomania and grandiosity (defined as boastful self-importance, ostentation, pomposity and pretension, an exaggerated sense of one's importance, power, knowledge or identity, larger-than-life feelings of superiority) was observed in many matters, and was well known by members of the press during his term as Attorney General, yet it was not widely reported. Why?
Buttercup returned to the run Saturday after her surgery to prevent an outbreak of little Buttercups. (Not that we'd really mind.) Rarely have we seen a puppy frolic with such abandon, as she raced around the run with Olive, Rusty, Hachiko, Lucy and others. Dogs really can teach us about joy. Joy for no reason, just being alive being enough.
Rags has sent this link where we learn about the ribcages and femurs scattered around our park and what to do with them, starring our own Claudia Schwab with appearances by Pat McKee, Jill mother of Ginger, and others:
http://nyc24.org/2008/issue2/story6/video.html
By the way, for those of you who are not squeamish, there is a link in the upper right hand corner of this website which shows in gruesome graphic detail how to stuff a mouse! Click on Taxidermy.
Don't forget that Jamie Leonhart is doing two shows at Joe's Pub on March 21st. Jamie also as a blog:
http://jamieleonhart.wordpress.com/
Speaking of music, L'il Miss Kim played Lincoln Center last week with Pink Martini.
Go Kim!
That's all I can do for today. See you in the run.
Sidney & Roberta
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Dog Art
"Cold are the hands of time that creep along relentlessly, destroying slowly, but without pity, that which yesterday was young. Alone our memories resist this disintegration and grow more lovely with the passing years."
Preston Sturges
If you happen to be over in the East Village this week, don't miss the delightful show of dog related art at Mascot Studios 328 East Ninth. It features the work of Peter McCaffrey and runs through March 17th and might even be extended. They are open Tuesday through Sunday (usually) from 1 p.m. to 7 p.m. Call just in case 212-228-9090. After viewing the Dog Art, stop in to Fabulous Fanny across the street and look at hundreds of pairs of the coolest vintage glasses you will ever find. Donatella Versace is a regular.
If any of you were thinking of becoming businessmen with clients in China, think again. Apparently the customary business meals includes vast quantites of baijiu, a super strong kerosene flavored liquor, often served at breakfast, lunch and dinner. Dishes served might include: cow’s lung soaked in chili sauce, goose stomachs, fish lips with celery, goat’s feet tendons in wheat noodles, ox forehead, turtle casserole and, finally, deer’s penis. I don't know about you but I feel I've eaten just about all the fish lips with celery I need. Although ox forehead sounds intriguing.
And what about the dog run, you might well ask? Well, we saw the return of Dave and Meredith last with Jack and Bubba in tow. It was Jack's birthday and he'd celebrated the night before with a bevy of strippers and was pretty hung over, though happy. Dave and Meredith have abandoned their thoughts of "movin' on up" a la Sherman Helmsley and have decided to remain in the lush bohemian ghetto with the rest of us.
Jessica reports that our own Kim H. appeared this morning on E! News with Lindsay Lohan who attended Kim's L.A. pop-up store awhile back. Meanwhile Kim appeared Sunday at Lincoln Center playing triangle with Pink Martini!
My autobiography with my co-auto biographer Michael Musto about our lives as gangbangers and drug dealers in the 80s in South Central lost our publisher Simon & Shuster yesterday due to that other gal Marge Seltzer who actually LIED about her years in South Central and ruined everything for the authentic among us. Michael, who was the very first openly gay, Jewish Crip is particularly upset. We are turning in our Rottweilers and moving on. (Only Bloods have Pit Bulls.)
Movies to see: "Paranoid Park" by Gus van Sant, with the great cinematographer Christopher Doyle and "Contempt" by Jean Luc Godard, a classic with both Godard and Brigitte Bardot at their peaks, soon to be showing at the Film Forum. Neither is a "27 Dresses", but sometimes you gotta open your heart and mind for art.
Best to all!
Sidney & Roberta
Preston Sturges
If you happen to be over in the East Village this week, don't miss the delightful show of dog related art at Mascot Studios 328 East Ninth. It features the work of Peter McCaffrey and runs through March 17th and might even be extended. They are open Tuesday through Sunday (usually) from 1 p.m. to 7 p.m. Call just in case 212-228-9090. After viewing the Dog Art, stop in to Fabulous Fanny across the street and look at hundreds of pairs of the coolest vintage glasses you will ever find. Donatella Versace is a regular.
If any of you were thinking of becoming businessmen with clients in China, think again. Apparently the customary business meals includes vast quantites of baijiu, a super strong kerosene flavored liquor, often served at breakfast, lunch and dinner. Dishes served might include: cow’s lung soaked in chili sauce, goose stomachs, fish lips with celery, goat’s feet tendons in wheat noodles, ox forehead, turtle casserole and, finally, deer’s penis. I don't know about you but I feel I've eaten just about all the fish lips with celery I need. Although ox forehead sounds intriguing.
And what about the dog run, you might well ask? Well, we saw the return of Dave and Meredith last with Jack and Bubba in tow. It was Jack's birthday and he'd celebrated the night before with a bevy of strippers and was pretty hung over, though happy. Dave and Meredith have abandoned their thoughts of "movin' on up" a la Sherman Helmsley and have decided to remain in the lush bohemian ghetto with the rest of us.
Jessica reports that our own Kim H. appeared this morning on E! News with Lindsay Lohan who attended Kim's L.A. pop-up store awhile back. Meanwhile Kim appeared Sunday at Lincoln Center playing triangle with Pink Martini!
My autobiography with my co-auto biographer Michael Musto about our lives as gangbangers and drug dealers in the 80s in South Central lost our publisher Simon & Shuster yesterday due to that other gal Marge Seltzer who actually LIED about her years in South Central and ruined everything for the authentic among us. Michael, who was the very first openly gay, Jewish Crip is particularly upset. We are turning in our Rottweilers and moving on. (Only Bloods have Pit Bulls.)
Movies to see: "Paranoid Park" by Gus van Sant, with the great cinematographer Christopher Doyle and "Contempt" by Jean Luc Godard, a classic with both Godard and Brigitte Bardot at their peaks, soon to be showing at the Film Forum. Neither is a "27 Dresses", but sometimes you gotta open your heart and mind for art.
Best to all!
Sidney & Roberta
Christina's Excellent Adventure
Christina reported back from the Women's Restroom at Washington Square Park. Never having visited said restroom before, she was worried, but armed with a fresh Kleenex supplied by myself, she fearlessly ventured out. When she did not return for several minutes Rags and I considered sending out a search party. However, Christina soon emerged and stated "It wasn't that bad."
Speaking of Kleenex, that commodity we all use, I received a message from Greenpeace which states:
Kimberly-Clark, the largest tissue maker in the world and parent company of Kleenex doesn't want you to know that Kleenex is made from 100% virgin fiber which has a devastating impact on ancient forests.
Greenpeace needs your help. Call Kimberely Clark at 800-553-3639 or 888-553-3639 and tell them that you will no longer buy Kleenex until it is made from soft, re-cycled material.
www.StopKleenex.com
Thank you.
Sidney & Roberta
Speaking of Kleenex, that commodity we all use, I received a message from Greenpeace which states:
Kimberly-Clark, the largest tissue maker in the world and parent company of Kleenex doesn't want you to know that Kleenex is made from 100% virgin fiber which has a devastating impact on ancient forests.
Greenpeace needs your help. Call Kimberely Clark at 800-553-3639 or 888-553-3639 and tell them that you will no longer buy Kleenex until it is made from soft, re-cycled material.
www.StopKleenex.com
Thank you.
Sidney & Roberta
A Post-Valentine World
February 27
Tuesday we saw a lot of faces we haven't seen for awhile. Hunter returned from the country, and Barbie's surgery happened 2 weeks ago and went well, though it sounded like an ordeal. John and Berlin were there after being away from the run for awhile, George showed up with Larry in tow, plus regulars Henry, Billie, Ajax and Ethan were there. A new 4 month old Golden Retriever puppy, Elsie put in an appearance. Wednesday was about the same. I saw Kim on the way over, but she was late for a meeting - she says hi to everyone.
I've been thinking about why I can't get 100% behind Obama and I think I've hit on it: he's just too thin. I mean Kennedy was kind of thin, but not like B.O. And what about those initials? Okay, so it's BHO but that still doesn't have that ring like JFK, IMO. Plus I'm old fashioned (and old) enough to want a president that's older than me - is that terrible? Not as old as John McCain, of course, I don't need the president to be a grandfather figure, but old-ER. I liked that Bill Clinton was "young" but he was still older than me, as is Hillary (HRC, just like the Health & Racquet Club). Now I know that Kim has this theory that young people know something, but the older I get, the less I believe it. But I'll give O. the benefit of the doubt for now.
What I think would be really cool is if Ob is elected (okay, Kim, when), would be to have a total African style inauguration, making dashikis, ceremonial robes, and that red & white outfit they showed Obama in this week (which by the way I think really would have worked on the red carpet Sunday night) required attire! Lots of drumming and maybe even some big pots filled with boiling Republicans. Of course the day after, everyone would calm down and go back to civilian clothes and customs but I think that would be just the kick in the pants people would need for 24 hours, to scare them a little and get them wondering if it wasn't all a dream. I spoke briefly to Michelle Obama about this and she didn't really warm to the idea, but oddly enough Hillary's people thought it would be a great idea - for Hillary to do if she wins. So it just shows, you never know who's going to embrace change.
Gotta run,
Roberta & Sidney
March 4th: A change we weren't aware of
The sun was creeping out Saturday morning but still only Anita, Christina, Rags and Larry made an appearancer. Henry made a new leap forward in his "ball relationship" (with the help of Rags). When his ball is pushed through the fence, Henry has learned that he can go outside and get it himself! Major.
When I was a child I had two nicknames, both bestowed on me by my sister Linda. One was The Grape, a reference to the lack of convolutions on my brain (Linda was The Plum. Her boyfriend Tom was the Prune - he had lots of convolutions, he claimed, indicating his high intelligence). The other nickname was The Creature From The Black Lagoon. after the 1954 film of the same name. Sadly, the 6'5" star of that film, Ben Chapman, an ex-Marine who had won both a silver and Bronze Star and two Purple Hearts in Korea, died last week at the age of 79. Chapman played the Creature, though if you see the film credits he is usually not mentioned as he only played the Creature on land, while Ricou Browning played the Creature underwater. Now I ask you, which is harderr: acting underwater or acting on land? Please. The film is quite touching, if it comes on late night t.v. (is there such a thing?) I recommend it.
Larry has sent me a brilliant videos, please watch:
Parody: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gwqEneBKUs
Original: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jjXyqcx-mYY
Speaking of Larry, it turns out that due to all this racial and ethnic controversy of late, Trish and Larry decided to go for DNA testing. Sure enough, it turns out that while Trish is indeed an ASP, the W is in question. Seems there was a dollop of Africa in there (don't tell Trish's parents, please Bob). Frankly, I'm happy to hear that as the dog run can use a little "spice" (brown sugar, anyone?) and Trish is just the gal to add it.
I do suspect however, that this is testing business was just part of Larry's desperate attempt to expand the sorts of Art Fairs he's eligible for, plus I guess he figures it'll be a "in" at the White House come November. As it turns out he is still 100% White Male. Oh well, what can you do?
By the way, after dropping this bombshell, neither Larry or Trishaca (her African name) showed up today. Is George having a problem dealing with the revelation of his his mixed race parents?
Sunday was sunny and bright and the run was filled with Dexter, Tucker, Briscoe, Tina, Ethan, Safronella, Henry, Billie, Ruby plus new tiny Frenchie pup Bebe, and many more.
That's all for now, folks!
Sidney & Roberta
Tuesday we saw a lot of faces we haven't seen for awhile. Hunter returned from the country, and Barbie's surgery happened 2 weeks ago and went well, though it sounded like an ordeal. John and Berlin were there after being away from the run for awhile, George showed up with Larry in tow, plus regulars Henry, Billie, Ajax and Ethan were there. A new 4 month old Golden Retriever puppy, Elsie put in an appearance. Wednesday was about the same. I saw Kim on the way over, but she was late for a meeting - she says hi to everyone.
I've been thinking about why I can't get 100% behind Obama and I think I've hit on it: he's just too thin. I mean Kennedy was kind of thin, but not like B.O. And what about those initials? Okay, so it's BHO but that still doesn't have that ring like JFK, IMO. Plus I'm old fashioned (and old) enough to want a president that's older than me - is that terrible? Not as old as John McCain, of course, I don't need the president to be a grandfather figure, but old-ER. I liked that Bill Clinton was "young" but he was still older than me, as is Hillary (HRC, just like the Health & Racquet Club). Now I know that Kim has this theory that young people know something, but the older I get, the less I believe it. But I'll give O. the benefit of the doubt for now.
What I think would be really cool is if Ob is elected (okay, Kim, when), would be to have a total African style inauguration, making dashikis, ceremonial robes, and that red & white outfit they showed Obama in this week (which by the way I think really would have worked on the red carpet Sunday night) required attire! Lots of drumming and maybe even some big pots filled with boiling Republicans. Of course the day after, everyone would calm down and go back to civilian clothes and customs but I think that would be just the kick in the pants people would need for 24 hours, to scare them a little and get them wondering if it wasn't all a dream. I spoke briefly to Michelle Obama about this and she didn't really warm to the idea, but oddly enough Hillary's people thought it would be a great idea - for Hillary to do if she wins. So it just shows, you never know who's going to embrace change.
Gotta run,
Roberta & Sidney
March 4th: A change we weren't aware of
The sun was creeping out Saturday morning but still only Anita, Christina, Rags and Larry made an appearancer. Henry made a new leap forward in his "ball relationship" (with the help of Rags). When his ball is pushed through the fence, Henry has learned that he can go outside and get it himself! Major.
When I was a child I had two nicknames, both bestowed on me by my sister Linda. One was The Grape, a reference to the lack of convolutions on my brain (Linda was The Plum. Her boyfriend Tom was the Prune - he had lots of convolutions, he claimed, indicating his high intelligence). The other nickname was The Creature From The Black Lagoon. after the 1954 film of the same name. Sadly, the 6'5" star of that film, Ben Chapman, an ex-Marine who had won both a silver and Bronze Star and two Purple Hearts in Korea, died last week at the age of 79. Chapman played the Creature, though if you see the film credits he is usually not mentioned as he only played the Creature on land, while Ricou Browning played the Creature underwater. Now I ask you, which is harderr: acting underwater or acting on land? Please. The film is quite touching, if it comes on late night t.v. (is there such a thing?) I recommend it.
Larry has sent me a brilliant videos, please watch:
Parody: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gwqEneBKUs
Original: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jjXyqcx-mYY
Speaking of Larry, it turns out that due to all this racial and ethnic controversy of late, Trish and Larry decided to go for DNA testing. Sure enough, it turns out that while Trish is indeed an ASP, the W is in question. Seems there was a dollop of Africa in there (don't tell Trish's parents, please Bob). Frankly, I'm happy to hear that as the dog run can use a little "spice" (brown sugar, anyone?) and Trish is just the gal to add it.
I do suspect however, that this is testing business was just part of Larry's desperate attempt to expand the sorts of Art Fairs he's eligible for, plus I guess he figures it'll be a "in" at the White House come November. As it turns out he is still 100% White Male. Oh well, what can you do?
By the way, after dropping this bombshell, neither Larry or Trishaca (her African name) showed up today. Is George having a problem dealing with the revelation of his his mixed race parents?
Sunday was sunny and bright and the run was filled with Dexter, Tucker, Briscoe, Tina, Ethan, Safronella, Henry, Billie, Ruby plus new tiny Frenchie pup Bebe, and many more.
That's all for now, folks!
Sidney & Roberta
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