Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Bernadette Peters & Kramer
God love Bernadette and her love of dogs and life-long advocacy for them. But something about this photo with her pooch that's oddly "not right". Maybe if she weren't lying down showing her alabaster Nicole Kidman-esque skin...
Monday, May 5, 2008
Michael Jackson Impersonator
It's not often you see an Indian guy doing a Michael Jackson impersonation. Nor would I ever really care. But stick with it, it gets pretty damn funny. Well, if not a laugh, you'll get a smirk, like I did.
Oh and yes, that is Ant and Dec [Robbie Williams' mates] hosting the Brit show, "Britain's Got Talent" or some such shit. Does Simon ever rest?
Oh and yes, that is Ant and Dec [Robbie Williams' mates] hosting the Brit show, "Britain's Got Talent" or some such shit. Does Simon ever rest?
Modern Masters - Sac Ballet
Had a great afternoon yesterday at the ballet for their "Modern Masters" performance. (Read the "Sacramento Bee's" glowing review here) It was truly breathtaking and inspiring. The dancers danced many forms to all kinds of wild, punked-out music. Philip Glass is always a trip.
It was Jack Hansen who brought the house down. It was his final stage performance after 8 years as principal dancer. He's artistic, fluid, and a true artist. He'll be missed.
But my new muse is Ilana Goldman. She is tall, strong, and completely elegant. I adore when she is dancing and can't keep my eyes off of her.
It was Jack Hansen who brought the house down. It was his final stage performance after 8 years as principal dancer. He's artistic, fluid, and a true artist. He'll be missed.
But my new muse is Ilana Goldman. She is tall, strong, and completely elegant. I adore when she is dancing and can't keep my eyes off of her.
Finally, Stefan Calka, who I think takes up where Jack leaves off. He's energetic, yet sophisticated and is at ease doing all those difficult lifts. I can't wait to see him progress!
Bacharach, Germany
Sorry made-up Cinco de Mayo, but I just left my office and went here in my head. Ahh...looks the vineyards...I can taste the strudel now!
Tokio Hotel - The Invasion Begins
The CD is set to drop this Tuesday here in the U.S. I'll have to get it to see how it compares w/ their German language CD that I really like. Check out this live clip from Feb 15 at the Roxy in Hollywood.
"Rolling Stone" - Twin brothers Bill and Tom Kaulitz formed Tokio Hotel in Germany seven years ago, and as young teens the group rocketed to international stardom, selling out stadiums across Europe. The band — Bill on vocals and Tom on guitar, drummer Gustav Schaefer and bassist Georg Listing — will make its U.S. debut with their first English-language album, Scream, a selection of their angsty German hits translated into English.
Friday, May 2, 2008
10 Ways to Blow Your Tax Rebate
Mark Morford of the San Francisco Chronicle has a great column today about our tax rebate checks that are on their way. I've done a bit of editing, but you can read the whole article here.
But this part made me laugh outloud. Oh and his list? The beauty is in his details, but here's the list too [a list Letterman would be jealous of]. I'm saving my rebate for #10.
May 2, 2008
Here's the bad news: Your little recession-deflecting tax rebate? No rebate at all. Not even close.
It's more like this: You've been continuously mugged and beaten and robbed blind for the past seven years straight, and as you lay there on the cold, hard economic ground, bleeding and gasping and wondering what the hell happened to your vacation time and your health care plan and your mortgage payment, your attackers scoff and leer and toss a couple of bloodstained nickels on your pulverized face and mutter, here sucker, have some bus fare, and then they cackle and stomp away with all your loot and dignity and hope, back to the White House from whence they came.
What, too harsh? Not really. It's a lovely feeling, made even more sweetly ironic by the fact that Congress will likely soon shove through another $108 billion in war funds like a giant kidney stone through our collective fiscal urethra. Right there, that's about 500 bucks for each and every adult human in America, baristas and Baptists and NASCAR fans alike.
1)Pay off the porn bill? Hit the Vegas strip? Stock up on water and freeze-dried meats and a nice Bowie knife in preparation for the apocalypse? Not bad, not bad. Of course, you could also spend it on:
2) One share of Google
3) Four tanks of gas for the Escalade
4) A copy of Grand Theft Auto IV, three bottles of Stoli Vanilla, large hammer
5) IPod Touch, new Portishead album, bottle of absinthe
6) Three excellent meals at upscale sushi restaurant, attempting with each and every bite not to be painfully reminded of the depleted fish stocks and mercury poisoning and how just about every single game fish on the menu is overfished or horribly endangered or dying out or full of tiny little plastic pellets from the Pacific garbage patch.
7) Spiffy new Flip Video camera, copy of iMovie, small vial of unchecked insanity
8) Ticket to latest Judd Apatow flick, one dozen homemade pot brownies, never-used (but still active) gym membership from 1998
9) Ten-day silent meditation course/retreat
10) Party supplies for the massive bonfire/cleansing ritual we shall have at the beach on 01-20-09
But this part made me laugh outloud. Oh and his list? The beauty is in his details, but here's the list too [a list Letterman would be jealous of]. I'm saving my rebate for #10.
May 2, 2008
Here's the bad news: Your little recession-deflecting tax rebate? No rebate at all. Not even close.
It's more like this: You've been continuously mugged and beaten and robbed blind for the past seven years straight, and as you lay there on the cold, hard economic ground, bleeding and gasping and wondering what the hell happened to your vacation time and your health care plan and your mortgage payment, your attackers scoff and leer and toss a couple of bloodstained nickels on your pulverized face and mutter, here sucker, have some bus fare, and then they cackle and stomp away with all your loot and dignity and hope, back to the White House from whence they came.
What, too harsh? Not really. It's a lovely feeling, made even more sweetly ironic by the fact that Congress will likely soon shove through another $108 billion in war funds like a giant kidney stone through our collective fiscal urethra. Right there, that's about 500 bucks for each and every adult human in America, baristas and Baptists and NASCAR fans alike.
1)Pay off the porn bill? Hit the Vegas strip? Stock up on water and freeze-dried meats and a nice Bowie knife in preparation for the apocalypse? Not bad, not bad. Of course, you could also spend it on:
2) One share of Google
3) Four tanks of gas for the Escalade
4) A copy of Grand Theft Auto IV, three bottles of Stoli Vanilla, large hammer
5) IPod Touch, new Portishead album, bottle of absinthe
6) Three excellent meals at upscale sushi restaurant, attempting with each and every bite not to be painfully reminded of the depleted fish stocks and mercury poisoning and how just about every single game fish on the menu is overfished or horribly endangered or dying out or full of tiny little plastic pellets from the Pacific garbage patch.
7) Spiffy new Flip Video camera, copy of iMovie, small vial of unchecked insanity
8) Ticket to latest Judd Apatow flick, one dozen homemade pot brownies, never-used (but still active) gym membership from 1998
9) Ten-day silent meditation course/retreat
10) Party supplies for the massive bonfire/cleansing ritual we shall have at the beach on 01-20-09
Then She Found Me
Call me crazy, but I've been a fan of Helen Hunt since her days on "Mad About You". I used to watch the show religiously [I just called it "The Buckman's" though]. I loved her in ""As Good as It Gets" and even liked her men's t-shirt wearing performance in "Twister" [both films I own on DVD].
So when I read she directed her first feature and starred in it, I was thrilled. And glad to read the San Francisco Chronicle gave her glowing notices. Not sure I'll see it in the theater [I'm lazy], but it's certainly in my Netflix queue.
So when I read she directed her first feature and starred in it, I was thrilled. And glad to read the San Francisco Chronicle gave her glowing notices. Not sure I'll see it in the theater [I'm lazy], but it's certainly in my Netflix queue.
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