Because Drunk Happens

Most people have had unfortunate occasions where overwhelming inebriation leads to suddenly drunk calling and or texting and sometimes emailing. (Trying to make this sound scientific, or at least classy.)

So I guess it is only natural that Google mail would try to create a system that curbs the chance for a drunk's right to email.

I myself am a big fan of Shirley Temples. So if you ever get an email where I confess my undying love or tell you to go to hell-I mean it.

For all you other folks, your salvation is here:
http://www.time.com/time/business/article/0,8599,1849897,00.html

Monday.....

PRIDE

Dear California,

I miss you every day but especially as you go through this post Prop 8 world without me. I wish I could be there to face the 52% that took away your trail brazing status. Things aren't good California, Connecticut is now more progressive than you are. (I know, somewhere a generation of hippies are screaming and Los Angeles is looking at itself in the mirror and wondering how the county went yes on 8.)

But alas, there is hope yet. http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/

I will just keep protesting from New York.


Love,
A Straight for Gay Rights



From Gay Pride, this summer in San Francisco

Get On Down Friday

Brilliant

This may make you cry....

But this is Young at Heart, a senior chorus. This is from a documentary made about the group.

All I got to say is art is in everyone.

Operation: Make a Play

Here is the mission, if Angela chooses to accept it.


The plan:
Direct a show in San Francisco this summer with my new theater company.

The stakes:
Lots of money I don't have, another drive across the country, find a job in the Bay Area, make something kick ass.

The immediate danger:
Going forward planning with nonexistent money.

The players:
So far Linda BaumBaum, otherwise known as a stage managing and light powered diva, my partner in crime.
To follow are 8 actors and a team of whoever wants to help with whatever they want to help with.

The show:
"Sera." Cool piece. About Pompeii.

The story:
Basically a volcano explodes and every one dies. Tragic.

The enemy:
The economy and foundations that are slicing budgets.

How to survive:
Light a candle, say a prayer, first grant proposal is going in next week.

What you can do to help:
Mail me a beer.

Manilow and Monkeys

So my friend Malia currently works as an editor for the company that manages Barry Manilow.

She's not terribly excited about all Barry all the time. She does not like "Mandy", she did not enjoy archiving 25+ years of his work on video, she is not a Fanilow.

But who says work can't be fun?

Introducing the handiwork of an office gone bored, featuring the Manilow monkeys of the Boss' desk.



San Francisco Monkeys



Everyone falls in love with a stripper....



Even toys feel the hope

10 Days!!!!!

Yes, I fell of the blog-o-sphere. You could say it was a busy schedule, my unhealthy daily intact of election news followed by a weepy couple of days, or the fact that October proved to be a freakin' scary month.

Really, October was a horrible month. I just couldn't write about scary things anymore when ever article was like, "Recession," "Job loss," "$150,000 wardrobe", "Beyonce wants to be known as Sasha Fierce."

Anyways, I am back. The theme of this month? Let's say hope.

Obama!



My theme song, because anyone who can make Numa Numa sound cool makes me think anything in art is possible.