Ralph Nader is running again.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
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Wednesday, February 20, 2008
I've been tagged.. A TMI moment
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Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Sometimes I reeeealllly miss New York...
Especially when my friends back there choose to torture me with little things like this..
The Chelsea Cinema has an ongoing series of classic films, this month ranging from great movies like "Rosemary's Baby" (which I would love to see on the big screen) and "What's Up Doc" (which I saw when it came out as a kid) to such howlers as "Queen of Outer Space" (Zsa-Zsa Gabor's thespian triumph!) and perhaps one of the campiest movie in the history of celluloid: "Female on the Beach". In this 50's howler diamond-hard Lynn Markham (diamond-hard Joan Crawford, in a wig that makes her look like an angry poodle) takes over her Newport Beach waterfront home when her drunken tenant Eloise Crandall falls over the balcony, literally head over heels in lust with beachcomber/sailor/hottie Drummond Hall (Jeff Chandler). Was Eloise pushed or did she fall? Who could have killed her? Who cares when there's this excess of Joan: snarling out lines like "I wouldn't have you if you were hung with diamonds- upside down!" or "You're about as friendly as a suction pump", drinking bourbon like it was water, smoking cigarettes like they were going to be declared illegal and generally playing to the rest of the cast like Clint Eastwood in "High Plains Drifter", but slightly more butch.
It should be a gay old time on so many different levels, and I wish I could be there for it...
Image: Chelsea Cinemas
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Sunday, February 17, 2008
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Wednesday, February 13, 2008
My friend Bitsy got this image of the internets from the Westminster Dog Show. It's almost the reverse of Karma, isn't it? Supposedly we are going through our many lives moving higher up in the evolutionary queue as we develop, doing our good deeds.
Monday, February 11, 2008
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Friday, February 08, 2008
Dressing in the Dark
Or, Perfume Mistakes: the pay-back of a perfume piggy.
I like perfume, and I send reviews into the Lovely Marina at PerfumeSmellinThings where she kindly publishes my petty squabblings. One of the things about this little hobby is that unless you have been the recent recipient of a large Lotto winning, it can be expensive to buy full bottles of stuff. (I am apparently one of the few bloggers out there not rolling in swag) This is where decanters come in. Decanters are lovely people like Lisa, Diane and Patty of the Perfumed Court or Nancy of Fishbone Fragrances or even places like LuckyScent who will for a fee send you a smidge of that hard-to-find, only available in New Guinea on alternate Thursdays, costs-more-than-cocaine scent that one just has to try to be on the bleeding edge of smelly cool. You can get a small vial with a spray attachment for a few bucks and decide whether you want to jump through the hoops necessary (usually meaning straining credit ratings and friendships) to achieve, say a bell jar of Serge Lutens Muscs Kublai Khan. I even bought some empty vials from them; you can safely take a couple of scents with you rather than having someone from the TSA decide that Flowerbomb is more than just a cute name and decide that a full-body cavity search is in your future.
Having written about these scents for well over a year I have become cyber-friends with several people and have met a few of them. One of them, Gaia, of The Non Blonde fame was kind enough to include me in on Andy Tauer's "Bottle Journey" for his as yet unreleased Hyacinth and Mechanic. Being of low morals I thought that before I sent it off to the next person that I would spray a little into one of those little vials. I told myself this was not theft mind you; I wanted to get the bottle off to the nest person posthaste and yet I wanted to savor the beauty of the scent and write a thoughtful, fully rounded account of it for the edification of the general public. In no way was this just a random act of piggishness on my part, oh no.
Not at all.
In any case, last night I was randomly looking through the vials in the bowl on my dresser, trying to cull out ones that were nearly empty or unused. I ran across a decant of the wholly wonderful Mandarine Mandarin and reminded myself that when the exchange rate is a little less horrific I might have to actually buy a bottle of this yummy incensey orange wonder. Then I put it down on the table. I picked up an identical, unmarked vial and sniffed; I remembered that I, wholly in the interest of science mind you, had stolen, er, liberated, um, ...borrowed a smidgen of Tauer's heady hyacinth delight. Then I put it down on the table.
You can see where this is going, right?
Next morning I am in my usual rush of shower, shave and split. Last thing I do before I leave is grab something from the bowl of decants, pull my shirt collar open and give a good spritz. I happily grabbed the vial and gave a goodly dose of.. ooops! Ten seconds to run to the bathroom and try to blot up some of the admittedly gorgeous but not exactly work friendly (or for that matter terribly butch) juice, cursing myself for being in a hurry and for wasting a perfume that perhaps might never see the light of even the shelves at LuckyScent.
So there you have it, Karmas subtle payback for a minor crime. I can only hope that if Andy reads this he can forgive my piggishness. I sit typing in my hyacinth cloud: gorgeous, penitent.
Image: Colorado State University
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Wednesday, February 06, 2008
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Monday, February 04, 2008
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Bloggers are cheap-a$$ whores!
Gaia, The Non-Blonde mentions an article in The August New York Times that points out that there are beauty bloggers who are in it for the free stuff.
No doubt The Times will also be filing a hard-hitting expose that the Tooth Fairy is actually your mother and that the Easter Bunny doesn't really bring you candy.
Right after they point out that Allure never tells you that Blue Sugar smells like deep-fried licorice, Vogue never mentions it when eyeshadow creases up in use or that Mademoiselle doesn't mention that to some Angel smells like Chocolate Vomit. Nope, that would be those silly profit driven bloggers. Because we all know that fashion rags, whose business model is the editorial BJ are as reliable as Consumer Reports, right?
Oh, and if those editors of the August Times are reading (because I am nothing if not the king of the self-important delusion), I got that sample of Blue Sugar for free. I'll bet Sephora is simply mad with rage...
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