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Send a (burgundy Italian leather Pollini Miryam Signature*) Bag O' Money To Indulge My Latest Passion

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Really, I'll do anything to keep from working on the inside of this 100-year-old house. Painting? Okay, I love to paint. All the other stuff is . . . "Work!?", and I tend to channel Maynard G. Krebs. I need a new passion. I've designed and planted the yard (several times over, and don't have the knees to do it again) -- so now what?

Fashion.

Three months ago I read James Lileks, The New York Times, the Washington Post. First thing every morning. Now I read The Manolo, Go Fug Yourself, and regularly look for a new Snarkywood.

This could be a time management problem. Or a head-in-sand problem. The new reading is mostly pictures, and never politics. Fashion does have its lengthy and complex analyses (see Almost Girl, "where Prada meets Plato") and its politics, but the tragedies of Anna Sui's fall 2006 collection can't be compared with the failed designs of our leaders in Washington, DC.

There's another gal, Erin. I don't know who she is but she writes -- and often sews -- A Dress A Day. Here's a graf from today's blog. I know exactly what she means -- except for the sewing part. And "forsythia" is known around here as forcynthia. I don't have one, but I have many hyacynthias.
Now that it's February I'm dying to sew for spring. It's because I grew up in the south; I think spring starts right after the shiftless folks take down their giant blinking inflatable outdoor Santa. I walk out of my front door every day now thinking "Where's my forsythia?" I'll be shivering in cotton prints on March 1 again, I just know it.


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2,262 Confirmed Dead; 16,653 Wounded

Friday, February 10, 2006

You don't win wars by dying for your country. You wins war by making the other poor son-of-a-bitch die for his!"-- Gen. George Patton.
Thanks to DarkSyde at Daily Kos for reminding me of this. Patton, by the way: another movie I could and have watched over and over again. Seering visuals. Haunting music. But here we are, in 2006, with, as Andrew Sullivan says, the "fathomless incompetence" of the Bush administration. And this: "Democracies do better in wars precisely because we have more internal criticism and therefore more flexibility and capacity to correct error. Sadly, this administration seems to specialize in sticking its fingers in its ears."



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I Still Love Paul McCartney (but don't worry about it, honey)

Thursday, February 09, 2006

I watched only five minutes of the Grammies this year, and only because it was Paul McCartney. When I was a young girl of 12 or 13 I created a whole world in which I was a famous writer and a Goodwill Ambassador to the World, seriously dabbling in political and social causes, and married to Paul McCartney. I made schedules of our busy lives. I wrote interview questions -- questions that Merv Griffin or Tom Snyder might ask me, the wife of Paul McCartney. From our thick Sears catalog I cut out pictures of the outfits I would wear for the different things I had to do each day and pasted them on the schedules. I had to design my own evening wear. I sat in a chair in my room, imagining myself in the appropriate outfit, on the set of Merv Griffin and engaging in conversation. Sometimes I would instead talk with my manager and tell him the various reasons why I didn't want to give interviews, because Paul and I led a private life and our work spoke for itself.

I can't say the fantasy ever fully left me. But I'm easily bored, so the complexities of public policy attract me; and I'm easily scared, so I'm not cut out for the instabilities and infidelities of musicians.

In my 20s and 30s it wasn't hip to love Paul McCartney. Social pressure caused me to lie and say that John Lennon was my favorite Beatle.

I still love Paul McCartney. It's a love of long years, mellowed into respect and fondness. And I'm glad I didn't marry him, because Paul is a loyal man and I would never have left me so that I would find Josh. And because he looks so much like my Uncle Denny, and waking up to that each morning would just be weird.



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We Need A Shrubbery

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Spectator I: I think it was "Blessed are the cheesemakers".
Mrs. Gregory: Aha, what's so special about the cheesemakers?
Gregory: Well, obviously it's not meant to be taken literally; it refers to any manufacturers of dairy products.
-- Monty Python, "The Life of Brian"
If, like me, you listened to Attorney General Alberto Gonzales testify about wire-tapping and the FISA law before the Senate Judiciary Committee Monday, lines from "Life of Brian" may be running through your mind. The hearing was good theater, if you like snakes hissing at each other, and I do. The gist of Gonzales's remarks to the Democrats' outrage, if I may rely again on farce, is "Jane, you ignorant slut."

There was also this interesting exchange after the hearings:

Reporter: The Attorney General says that FISA allows intercepts that are otherwise authorized by statute, and he also says that was authorized in the Authorization of Force Act.

Senator Dick Durbin [D-IL]: [unintelligable]

Reporter: Well, if you disagree with that argument, why don' t you go on the floor and try to get a vote, and have the Senate say whether or not the authorization of "all force necessary" . . .

Durbin: I don't know . . . Who do you work for, incidentally?

Reporter: Powerline and Pajamas Media.

Durbin: Jamas Media.

Reporter: Pajahmas Media.

Durbin: Pajahma Media, okay. I'm sorry, I wasn't familiar with your publication. . . . [some kind of baloney masquerading as substance] . . . I'll check on Pajamaline, but I'm not familiar with your publication.

Reporter: Dan Rather knows something about it.

The reporter is Andrew Marcus, for Pajamas Media, cofounded by Roger Simon and Little Green Football's blogger Charles Johnson, and including on its advisory board a luminous list as diverse as Tammy Bruce and Mark Steyn. It's the NPR of the blogosphere. Check it out.



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The Four Meme Hits the Upper Left Edge

Monday, February 06, 2006

This is going around and since I haven't had an original thought in, oh, two weeks, here goes....

Four jobs I've had:

cocktail waitress, the Palomino Club
production manager, Larry Flynt Publications
director of a strategic studies institute
interim general manager of a public radio station

Four Movies I can watch over and over:

In Harm's Way
Sayonara
All the President's Men
Reds

Four Places I've Lived:

Charlotte, NC
Atlanta, GA
Los Angeles (Vally and Westside, a hundred places)
Washington, DC

Four TV shows I love:

Project Runway
Miami Ink
Seconds from Disaster
Battlestar Gallactica

Four places I've vacationed:

Italy
the former Yugoslavia
London
Key West

Four of my favorite dishes:

squash casserole
cornbread dressing
bread pudding, no raisins
grits with cheese

Four sites I visit daily

the Manolo
Oh Dog!
Astoria Citizens Journal
Portland Ground

Four places I would rather be right now:

Pensione Seguso, Dorsoduro, Venice, Italy
Tripoli, the hotel overlooking the Mediterranean, with Sarah
any place in the Florida Keys with a roof and screened porch
in the kitchen putting whipped cream on a vanilla/caramel pudding cup