Paul Newman Died

Now who am I going to get my quality salad dressing from?

I Love Those Old Geezers

Gosh bless you, Statler & Waldorf.

I Need Tom Joad's Phone Number

Well, it's going to happen folks. I strongly suspect we're about to plunge into a Great Depression. Thankfully, I'm quite experienced at being poor so I think I'll be able to pull through. So experienced at being poor, that last night I had to dip into my savings account to buy a regrettable and disgusting cheeseburger. In regards to getting by during a depression, it'll be weird living like a character out of a John Steinbeck novel for however many years it takes to climb out of this economic quicksand crisis. Better start practicing my pea pickin'.

I must say how extremely grateful I am to have been partially raised by my Grandparents. Both of whom survived the Great Depression as children in large families.

When I was a little lass, spending summers at their home, it would annoy me how frugal they were about everything. From scraping every last morsel of peanut butter out of a jar so as not to waste, to washing and reusing plastic utensils, to saving torn holiday gift-wrap only to re-wrap future gifts for the next year- they proved to be more resourceful than any dingus on "Survivor" today. I fully realize the absurdity of the notion that re-using a spork will help one ward off financial doom, however, the main thrust of my Grandparent's lesson is to truly live by the principle of "waste not, want not" and "the more stuff you have, the more troubles you have." They also praised and practiced the notion of always keeping a little nest-egg in your savings account in the event that the stock-market shit hits the recession fan. I'll admit, it was tiresome hearing their lectures on how ungrateful, spoiled, and wasteful my generation was. Now, I'm absolutely beholden to them regarding what I was able to glean from their wise, fiscally conservative habits and philosophies.

We're living in rock-hard times, ladies and germs. Rock-hard times that are going to force us to ask ourselves, "What and where has all this excessive consumption really gotten us?"

I now refer you to a trailer from a film that says a lot about living life out of balance without having an actual narrative at all:


Ah, "Koyaanisqatsi". You're a brilliant yet vastly obscure masterpiece.

The Core of Creativity

"Truth must not be made into a static, stultifying thing. In art, truth should be the search for truth."

-Robert Lewis, excerpt from his 1957 lectures, "Method or Madness" regarding THE METHOD school of acting.

The man makes some very strong, antiquated statements regarding actor's do's and don'ts... not all of which I agree with. However, I can get in line with his basic principle on artistic truth in general. I wish more television shows, plays, and films strictly upheld that idea now.

News Blues

Yesterday I festered in a seething mood for the most part. I woke up in an existential malaise that I couldn't define or understand. I decided to sink deeper into my sudden depression by drinking 40 oz. of coffee and thoroughly reading all my news sources (Salon, Slate, and The NY Times).


Did you know that Lily Allen drunkenly told Elton John to "F**k Off!" during an asinine awards ceremony?

Did you know that Sarah Palin is supposedly a Pit Bull wearing lipstick?

Did you know that N.Korea has begun reassembling their Nuclear sites?

Did you know that the world is coming to an end due to a miasma of human errors, yet, the aforementioned Lily Allen headline made more of a splash than N. Korea's nuclear shenanigans?

Did you know that when the inevitable doomsday arrives, I hope to high heaven that celebrities are the first to have their Botox injected flesh melt off in the post-apocalyptic, radioactive world?