True confession: when I was on vacation I stopped keeping up with the news. I wrote and did blog related things for up to five hours a day because it’s fun and my compulsion was fed.

I got into a tiff with a San Diego columnist over parenting being a person’s true legacy. Because if it is I’m dead. Really I find it funny. I know that I have made an impression on some kids as my parents’s brother, sisters and friends did on me.

How else could I describe my mom’s hippie Buddhist sister who left her family to find herself when her older daughther had just graduated high school and her younger one had a year to go. She had been my idol until then.

When my mom kicked me out after high school, she gave me $25 for bus fare to my aunt’s house in New England.

My aunt asked one question: “Pregnant or drugs?”
“Both maybe.” I turned out not to be pregnant but my mom had found an ounce of pot in the back of my closet. Normally my mom would have never looked in the closet but my best high school friend and I had gotten into a car, drove around the block and came back to my house. That was rather stupid, but I had just graduated high school and neither of us had ever bought drugs before.

Even though my behavior was suspious, my mom still wouldn’t have looked but roofers were putting a new roof up. What if there was a fire and the firemen had to climb into my bedroom, run to the back and look through the closet? To know my immediate family is too understand that this behavior is typical. If something is going to go wrong, our family will be prepared. Usually.

Fortunately, my uncle made a great mother/father. So did his brother who was married to my mom’s middle sister, the “most beautiful,” (my sister and I can’t tell them apart in pictures,) the brain and the bohemian. I was the only person in the family she liked, including I think her own sons. In the early ’60′s she worked and my uncle who married my aunt when the boys were ten and thirteen, stayed home. He was an incredible cook, and, like most people in my mother’s family, was an artist.

My dad, a CPA, married into this very boho unusual family knowing that my mom was the most normal. When I was a kid she reminded me of a mixture of Mary Tyler Moore as Laura Petrie and Jackie Kennedy. She was 5’0 and petite; my dad was 5’11, but they looked great together. She had the most flirtatious, funny laugh but she was so gosh darn cute. I adored my mother; she was much more eccentric than people thought she was.

Anybody who knew her sisters understood that my mother had to be. Her sisters were nuts. My parents loved and accepted my hippie Buddhist aunt, something I wasn’t able to do years after my aunt left. I’m sure that she had reason to, but you don’t leave when one daughter just left and the other had a year to go.

I wrote this awhile ago and never put it in because I felt so judgemental and sick at myself for being so. It’s a rough draft as is everything in my blog.

I’m confused which seems to be my general stance on life. If I haven’t been to your blog, I will be, hopefully by Monday.

I have to go play with my niece because she’s just eleven and I’m still her idol. I never want to mess our relationship up. Do you think I was too judgemental with my aunt?
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And the DJ on the radio just played a song I never heard, and didn’t particularly like, about the club I never mention by name, but everybody did know my name, and a thousand careers were launched though not mine obviously. I can neither sing on tune nor play an instrument though I looked like I should have.

It makes me happy knowing that people I care for much, bought the club, and let new careers begin. It’s been closed for years. In its stead is one of New York top bars for down and dirty drunks. I know because during Zachary’s worst day’s the bartender would call me and ask me to pick him up. I would laugh.

As I did when the owner of the club where everybody knew my name, and life story come to think of it, would call me to pick him up. Only I laughed a bit harder and said a few more choice words.

I have been having a hard time writing about Zachary. First I thought it was because he’s from New Orleans; then I realized that he was a good person with many problems, and I have to get back into the mindset I was in during our years together rather than write something that doesn’t express how I felt then

Duh, obviously my HTML code somehow became messed up. Thanks to those who were kind enough to comment and not point this out to me.

Courting is very important to me. I hope to have this problem solved shortly. Until then it is too painful for me to look at Courting.

Thanks to Lisa at elegant webscapes, this problem has been solved. I’m just so good at creating them.

When did Courting and I become interchangeable?

At Bring it on! Chris from Idaho has an excellent video on despots. I watched it twice. Okay I was trying to get out of actually working while doing something that was productive. But remember I have a broken little toe. Don’t like painkillers; something about the spacey feeling that they give me. I can space out on my own, not that solves pain, but…

And yes my indict Tom Delay ribbon is now history. My friend Doug is very excited because now the Republicans can honorably win in 2008.

Whatever.

Doug explained the meaning of life to me.

Yes, we are born and have our beings to keep dogs from learning ambition

And Doug is one of the brighter people that I know. His site, Waking Ambrose never fails to educate, stimulate, and sometimes goes to the dogs, in a good way.

Unlike my site which looked like it was ravished by a poorly trained pit bull.

This morning I commented in a blog that I had never been to before and unfortunately forgot to link. There was a beautiful poem about aging and how the adult child should help the parent.

That isn’t usually practical anymore, and in many cases it can be depressing and more importantly dangerous to the parent, child or both, and other family members.

Dangerous? In the extreme: neglect and abuse–adult abuse is a big problem that is covered up. In the less extreme: if I live in a small three room apartment and my mom in a larger one in a place I don’t want to live, should I give up my life to live with her? Selfish, yes I am. My mom was older for her generation when I was born. I was in a place in my life, when she became part of the frail elderly, where I wanted to concentrate on me. Read more…

Denny Crane: “Didn’t we used to…wasn’t it good?” or something like that
Shirley Shmitt: (big Candace Bergen smile) “then they invented color TV.”

It was so brilliant; the ultimate kiss off line. I wish that I had thought of it, but I’m glad that somebody did. So clever, pithy, witty, and covers all bases. But I had been hooked from the moment Alan Shore and Denny Crane did their Blues Brothers, Men in Black thing. And James Spader is joining William Shatner in best dressed men category. And my friends will all say that James Spader had work done. Really don’t care; he’s more magnetic than ever. An actor who can act equally well with just his eyes,or his whole body, or his eyes and words, or just words. Read more…

The New York Times called Alan Shore (James Spader) despicable. I so disagree. He will do anything for a friend–remember the two parter with Andrew McCarthy? when it was still The Practice? He truly believed in his friend’s innocence; and yes it was cute that the best friend from high school days was Andrew McCarthy.

Alan Shore also helps people in need. True his methods might be unethical and devious, but he gets results. And maybe we need a great anti-hero right now.

This continues, but read the post below if you haven’t. It’s better than I thought Read more…

This is so classic me even I find it hard to read. It’s many different stories thrown into one, and while I cut and copied half for other posts, it still rambles.. This is a warning to only proceed if you like my all over the place stories, and even then proceed with caution. It’s been a difficult month and I feel as if I’m just beginning to renter the world of non-political writing. And tomorrow night is the return of Boston Legal which is a national holiday in my eyes or to my eyes.
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I’m not blaming my broken toe for my being constantly kicked off the internet; nor am I blaming the internet for my broken toe, but if I was really into the blame game I could. I only place blame when it’s needed.

I don’t writhe in pain when I feel it; it’s one of my few truly admirable qualities as my dentists take off money because I’m so good at sublimating pain.

When Lucia and I were walking to mediation class yesterday I couldn’t keep up with her, and usually I’m a fast walker. Fortunately she finally realized and slowed down.

Lucia has always felt pain more acutely than most people. Back in the ’80′s I gave her the drama queen for life medal. Then this happened: Read more…

Please view The Bastard’s video. When I say that I don’t want to be a political blogger, I mean it. Actually I’m going to catch up on all the TV shows I missed last week and watch Desperate Housewives only 20something minutes after it begins playing–get to skip the commercials that way. Dreamed last night that The Big Easy, the classic chick film was a weekly TV series, and they stopped production with absolutely no clue as to where they were going next. I would assume LA, but in my dream I didn’t.

These are sad, grief filled, and angry times for every American who loves this country. When I receive comments like the one below, I know I’m doing the right thing.

I wrote this when I first woke up, was very tired and had to go class. I am a person who must ingest a ton of coffee before attempting to do anything. Didn’t have time to drink but a half cup of coffee. Figured that I could be tired for a Buddhist meditation class. So this ain’t a perfect post. But it’s from the heart.
Your such a nigger

A comment that I received on my ‘listen to the tape” post.

First: ‘your” is wrong it should be “you’re” or “you are.” Many people use spelling mistakes as a sign of an illiterate person. I can’t and don’t because I can’t spell and sometimes my grammar isn’t perfect–but contractions?

Spelling and grammar don’t always make sense in English. However contractions do. Therefore the person who wrote this is truly stupid and I really couldn’t care less what she thinks.

If the person who commented meant that I stand with Black people on this, she is correct.

Yes I stand with all decent people of all races who were affected by Katrina.

I stand with all people who have been victims of hate; hatred is dangerous; hatred leads to violence and wars

I stand with all people who have had it with a lying corrupt government that somehow believes it is above the law.

And before you tell me to move on; it’s your turn to.

I am using this example to tell my new comment policy.

I will delete all comments like this. They’re sick and serve no purpose other than to satisfy some stupid need to make nasty comments in other peoples blogs.

This is a blog; it is my blog, therefore I set the rules.

I might change the rules and write a post around it just because I don’t understand people who comment in other peoples blogs to spew hate.

I find the word “nigger” to be much more offensive than the word “f–k.”

But I don’t expect white trash to understand that.

How do you define success?

Be real; I would hate people to not want material goods. But that’s me. I think that living well is the best revenge, though now that I think of it, I have nothing or nobody to avenge..

When I was about 16 I realized that my family had more money than the average upper-middle class family in our suburban hamlet. My family had never been “showy” as some of their friends in more affluen areas were. We lived well, traveled to distant shores, but our house was regular suburban, our ‘big” car was a Buick Electra, a Buick with the engine of a Cadillic.

We were solid; we were grounded. My parents were kind of cool, as evidenced in other posts, but taught fave sis and I that good values were as important as good manners and would take you anyplace.

Success to me is never based on how large your house is, what kind of car you drive, what your occupation is, but it’s something less tangible.

How you impact on people? What difference do you make to other people? How many people you make laugh? I’m just beginning to get into this, but I have company, so if you have any ideas….

Yesterday I brought Jane to Bring it on! on Karl Rove who is mine to hang (metaphorically)

Today I brought in Bonnie who wrote a really fascinating op-ed type piece on Intelligent Design.

While we focus on the aftermath of Katrina, people are teaching ID in public schools. I look at it as a clear violation of The First Amendment; it’s not testable therefore it’s not science; it’s based on faith thefore it shouldn’t be taught in public schools as an alternative to or addendum to to the theory of evolution.

I have been reading a lot about why more girls aren’t strictly polical bloggers. Don’t agree with the people who say we are wimps; do agree with the ones who say we’re multi-faceted with many interests.

Politics is just one interest of mine. Right now it’s fascinating; took this from Bring it on! It shows how the Louisiana officials were trying to plan and communicate with the federal government. listen to it! And then be very angry, very angry at our farce of a government.

No Bush apologist can have an excuse for this; though I’m sure that they will.

I have been told recently that the only anti-Bush people are a small group of us who blog. That is very funny because my friends believe that the radical right exists only on blogs.

As I have stated too many times; I prefer to write about my life. People usually enjoy reading those posts more.

But as long as Bush isn’t held accountable and Rove is being promoted rather than investigated I feel that my moral values (redundant phrase, if there ever was one) compells me to speak out.

Why? This is my country also, and because I love it, I want it back.

Yes I too often compare Clinton’s impeachment over a blow job to the non-existant impeachment hearings. To prove a point. Lying over sex while it might have been stupid, is harmless and has been done since the beginning of time. Rove lying because he didn’t like what Joe Wilson had to say is a major felony; Bush must have known.

As Bush knew about Louisania, as he stole the 2000 elections–not harping on that, but it is a fact that he was handed the election by a 5-4 Supreme Court majority, hardly a mandate.

If we don’t begin an investigation into Rove’s actions and an impeachment hearing, we’re doomed to leave our children and grand children a country that they don’t deserve but we will for our own stupidity.

Impeach Bush!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Listen to that tape it will blow you away

Monday is back to Zach-ary. Just love the way that sounds.

I am linking to Jane’s post on the reconstruction of New Orleans. Jane is a great newish voice on the Internet and deserves the credit for the research. She writes about a variety of subjects from some of the funniest posts I have read to some with the most pathos and now some great political research. I added one little link to an article from the New York Times. The person speaking in the block quote is Jane.

Truthfully a friend had told me this last week before it was announced and swore me to secrecy. I didn’t believe my friend at first; but will always from now on. Promise, and I think I owe my friend my life’s savings as I keep on losing bets about this administration.

If theres’s one person I hate as much as I hate Bush, if that’s possible it’s Karl Rove Read more…