Archive for September, 2009


At long last.

UPDATE: And here’s this.

I’ve heard there’s been a lot of pushback on his arrest. This isn’t surprising, of course, but it again annoys me. It annoys me so much that I haven’t been able to read about it much.  Because Polanski had the means to live a pretty sweet life in France, had the friends to collect and drum up sympathy for himself, and had the artistic reputation to be able to continue his livelihood — all for the last 30 years — he should now be given a slap on the wrist?  Or, excuse me, an even lighter slap on the wrist than he was to already receive for raping a 13-year-old girl?  I’m so disgusted by the idea that this guy who fled from a crime he admitted to committing (he pled down to unlawful sexual intercourse with a minor) and has led a pretty damn charmed life (it seems) can receive so many cries for leniency.  Why in the world does he deserve leniency? 

I’m not opposed to leniency in the criminal justice system.  Far from it.  But this guy — aside from nominally admitting he did something a little off — has never been held accountable for what he did.  Instead, he’s been lauded as a genius; folks line up to work for him and sing his praises.  He has not spent the last 30 years — or any years — making penance for his wrongs, apologizing to the victim, seeking forgiveness from society.  Instead, he has downplayed events and blamed the justice system for his self-made ‘exile.’ 

He’s just total ick to me.


Hang it up

I tried watching the new Jay Leno show for the first time tonight.  Holy cow.  I lasted maybe 15 minutes before I had to change the channel in a Darwinian self-preservation move.

I’ve been confused over what in the hell NBC is thinking in putting Leno in a spot generally reserved for the ‘Law and Order’ and — God help us — ‘ER’-type shows.  Is it cheaper to pay Leno than to pay for hour-long dramas?  Do they honestly think people will watch it every night?  I really have no idea.  So, while I have been less than even luke-warm about this whole experiment, I finally decided I’d try it out tonight.  Despite having a slow learning curve when it comes to bad tv (at times), I’m pretty sure I won’t make that mistake again.  The monologue was stale, uninspired and maybe even recycled.  The final straw for me came when Leno made a stupid Hugh Heffner joke.  Now, I’m no fan of Heffner, but jokes about the ancient playboy seem a little desperate.  And this joke was worse than desperate: it wasn’t funny.  It was some nonsense about how old the guy is that when he walked into the room with his ‘bunnies’ he couldn’t remember which one he was going to ‘do.’  Yes, that was the joke: he’s old; he has young sex pots around him; he couldn’t remember with whom he was going to have sex.  Because he can — and does — have sex with all of them.   Apparently.

Really?  This is from Carson’s heir?  The joke is so tired, tacky and lame it doesn’t even deserve blogging about — even from me, a lame blogger.  There are still probably some viable (ha!) jokes to be made about Hef — maybe something about how anachronistic the whole Playboy crap is (or should be) — but I’m pretty sure a joke about how an 80-year-old man is senile and can’t remember which 20-something blonde he’s going to ‘do’ isn’t one of them. 

Like I said, the worst part was that it wasn’t even funny.

Step two? Check!

The vintage couch is mine!  And it’s glllllllllllllooooooorious!  Enjoy…

The couch!

Ok, maybe it’s not for everyone, but I just love it.  I wish the curve were on the other side so that it could define the space a little better, but what am I going to do, complain?  Heck no!  I got this sweet couch for $100 and that included delivery.  The kid probably would have taken even less, too, but I didn’t want to be a jerk.  $100 for such a cool couch!  It’s a Valentine-Seaver Original and my trained eye places it at Vintage 1961 (I completely made that up — well, the year, not the brand).  I think it’s just so peachy.  And the best part is that it really made the lower level (not ‘basement,’ people!) so much better for much less than I thought I might have to pay.  I know there’s still more work to be done, but I feel we’re on our way.  And now, I don’t want to leave.  I just love it here.

Also, let me point out to those of you with a critical eye, the space really is not crowded, though it may appear that way in my zoomed photo.  The treadmill is in plenty of space behind the couch and there is a lot of space to the side of the couch, so that the murphy bed can still be pulled down without having to move furniture.  So, there.

Attempt to sell #1

As you probably all know by now, I’ve decided to try to sell my home.  I’m not exactly in love with the idea of leaving it because (a) it’s my first home; (b) I really love living there; (c) the location can’t be beat; (d) it’s affordable; (e) who wants to actually move?; and (f) I don’t know that I can do any better.  So, why am I trying to sell it?  I think it’s mainly two things — (1) Sorry about all of the lists.  Ok, that’s not really (1).  (1) I’d like to have a house house with a yard that puppy can run around in and relieve herself to her heart’s content without me worrying about a particular neighbor grilling me about Gracie’s bathroom habits and  I’d really like to have a more traditional second (or — gasp! — third) bedroom.  As much as I love the murphy bed, I’d like to have a real guest room or office or whatever.  And (2) I think I just want to see if I can sell it.  I know it’s not the ideal time to sell, but what do I do?  Wait another five years?  I’ve lived here for 4 1/2 and I think it may be time to see if I can move on to something else.  We’ll see.  If it doesn’t sell, it doesn’t sell and I stay put in a place I truly love coming home to.

That said, if any of you know anyone looking to purchase an exquisite (if I do say so myself) near-west side condo, I’m the one to talk to.  And I know peeps say the condo market has bottomed out, and maybe that’s true, but I don’t think that really applies to the place I call home.  It’s not a high-rise, it’s not cookie-cutter, and there are only 13 units in the entire association.  And really, it’s nice not to have to shovel.

Check it out.

So, for a bit, it’s possible this blog may turn into a boring old blog about trying to sell a place.  Step one, put it on the market.  Check.  Actually, that’s probably not step one, but it pretty much was for me.  Step two, try to buy this cool old vintage, mid-century couch off of craigslist to try to stage the basement.  Wish me luck.


So, Qristyl left us last week with a dress the judges deemed boring and aging.  I agree with the former, but not the latter.  That model already kind of  looked ‘old’ and I really didn’t think the dress added to her age in any way.  Sometimes I think the judges are too in love with short short.   Also, as you know, I don’t mind boring.  Though I realize it’s a competition and being innovative is a huge part of the undertaking.  It’s hard for me to see — until the cameras really zoom in — some of the flaws in sewing the judges point out.  I wish Lifetime (and, previously, Bravo) would do something to give the viewers greater understanding of what the clothes REALLY look like.  For example, I actually thought Logan’s dress was kinda cool until the cameras zoomed in during judging to reveal the lace craptastical.  Eeks! 

And this week Johnny bit it on the probably-dreaded crazy ‘fabric’ project, which required designers to make a piece out of newspaper.  I really love these nutty projects because I think it especially highlights the innovation, creativity and general genius-ness of the designers.  I was so far from disappointed.  I thought the trenchcoat was damn amazing, the feather-y ball gown was stunning, and Althea’s brilliant and meticulate shift was awe-inspiring.  I loved this episode.  And, again, Johnny needed to go.  I don’t even really care about whether he was lying (probably the only time you’ll ever hear me say that), but he bugged because he just really bored me.  I really just didn’t want to hear anything else from his mouth, or see any of the things he produced. 

Moving on…I’ve developed an annoying habit of waking up between the hours of 3 a.m to 5 a.m. to watch ‘Without a Trace’ on TNT.  I can’t really articulate why I like this show so much, but I clearly do.  There was a problem with the episode I watched tonight, though.  Well, actually, the episode kinda grated on me from the beginning — it seemed forced.  But the articulable super bug was when Agent Johnson (Marianne Jean-Baptiste) said to Agent Malone (Anthony LaPaglia) that so-and-so had been ‘exonerated’ from a charge of child kidnapping because the police had failed to Miranda-ize him before getting some sort of (presumable inculpatory) statement.  Johnson went on to characterize these events as the defendant being released on a ‘technicality.’  There are so many things wrong with these things that they really — even at 4 a.m. — irked me.  I know that I am some sort of prosecutor, but I don’t think even the most zealous among us would call failing to Miranda-ize someone a ‘technicality.’  Truthfully, I don’t even know what anyone means by a ‘technicality.’  Generally, I think folks mean anything that prevents the defendant from getting the death penalty but also fails to demonstrate conclusively the defendant’s absolute innocence.  And this brings me to part two of the bug-ster with Johnson’s narrative.  Exonerated?  On a Miranda violation?  WHAT?  Exonerated does not mean ‘let go’ or ‘released.’  It means that it has been demonstrated that the person did not commit the crime.  It means that physical evidence concludes that the person could not have done it, it means someone else has confessed that he was the lone gun man, it means that the accused was not in the country at the time of the offense.  It does not mean that the person was released because of a Miranda violation.  And any federal agent with the experience of Johnson would never, ever confuse the term.  And this bugged me so much, I suspect, because I feel that the show is usually well-written and smart.  And this was just dumb.

I want to post about all of the loss that we have — collectively and individually — suffered as of late, but I think I need more time.

Happy Rosh Hashannah, all!

September 2009

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