this friday, june 21st, summer officially commences down at the cannery, with the art of movement, a fundraiser benefiting we are ocean, a non-profit, public organization who comes together in an effort “to harness the ocean’s healing powers and help others...
although gloomy june tried to murk up newport beach with its grey sky and misty-morning, coastal fog, and then seemed to party crash until early evening, i still managed to find major summer sunshine during the weekend. apparently my birthday is more of a birthday...
forty? thirty-seven? are they really that different? yesterday was my take on the daniel day lewis starring, paul thomas anderson directed film, “there will be blood.” except in my version the more apt title was: “there will be butter.” having...
last night i totally blew my “detox.” i went downward dog deep into a jar of nutzo. {thank you raquel perry for the recommendation; i’l send you my shrink’s bill.} my new iphone doesn’t receive text messages or emails. i’m turning...
in the words of neil diamond, “hello my friend, hello.” i’ve had a technological imposed vacation away from y’all where i filled my time with toffee consumption-that’s with a {T} and i’m talking 12oz boxes at a sitting, and booty...
hmm, “whiskers on kittens” are definitely cute, but i start to sneeze after 30 seconds holding a tiny, wily feline. in fact, my nose is starting itch just with the thought of those little, mewing scamper-butts crawling ’round my wrists and ankles. ...
