Ira and Abby

What started as just a silly film about quirky girl meets neurotic uptight dude, turned into a refreshing approach to relationships. These two decide within six hours to get married, and end up married, divorced, and married again.  After realizing that marriage is not a fail safe, be-all-end-all. Perhaps they want to be together, but unmarried. They divorce again.

Ira and Abby realize that perhaps couples aren’t meant to be together forever.  And that isn’t a bad thing.  Just realistic.

Ira: Maybe marriage is just a fad, with an unusally long lifespan….
Abby: Like bottled water
Ira: or man-sandals…

It seems anytime I’ve considered marriage, it’s always because “everyone’s doing it,”  ”it’s the next step.”  But what about keeping that option open that perhaps you don’t want to be bound to someone forever, or pulling off the legal red tape to unstick yourselves from one another?

And perhaps for those of us who do want it ,deciding to marry within the first few hours of knowing on another, might make the most sense.  Why not get hitched while you still have that heady-oh-my-god-I-can’t-get-enough-of-you feeling instead of waiting around and doing it as “the next stage of life” ? Go into it while the adrenaline, endorphins and dopamine are charging through your brain!

Ira and Abby seemed to have it figured out.  Enjoy the rush of marriage, with the rush of first finding out you are in love, then as it becomes comfortable, divorce and live contentedly while still acknowledging the happiness together, may not last forever.

 

Song Lyrics that can kill me

Listening to music is something I do all the time. The last week and half, I had little time for listening to music.  Once I finally put my headphones on, I realized how much I need to lose myself in songs.  Apparently, this is has become a way of letting go or calming down.  I love songs that continually break my heart.  I don’t particularly want a real broken heart, but I suppose a broken heart by proxy makes me feel more open to the world? I’m not quite sure.

 

Charles Bukowski

The Beats

Some keep trying to connect me with

the beats

but I was vastly unpublished in the

50’s

and

I very much

disliked their vanity and

all that

public

postering.

And when I met most of them

later in my life

I still felt that most of my

feelings toward

them

were the

same.

Some accepted

that; others thought that I

should change my

viewpoint.

My viewpoint remained the

same: writing is done

one person

at a time

one place

at a time.

and all the gatherings

and tenderings of

proclamations toward the

flock

has very little

to do

with anything.

Any one of those

could have made it as a

shoe salesman or a

used car

salesman.

And they still

could

instead of bitching about

the changes of the fates and

the ways

even

still

now:

From the sad university

lecterns

those hucksters of the

despoiled word

working the

hand-outs

still talking that

dumb shit.

 

Let’s Try this again!

So, alone at the house for a couple of days. This means loud music ANY TIME OF DAY OR NIGHT!!!

This morning I can’t stop dancing. Perhaps it’s my new T-shirt from the school I just got back from. Perhaps, it’s  the drumbeat that makes my shoulders begin to move.  Aw, it’s always the drum beat. A good drum beat energizes me, makes me lose myself. I love it!

Passion Pit- Eyes Like Candles

I am sorry for the creepy still photo video accompanying the song!

 

Sometimes I want to wear High Heels

I haven’t quite figured this one out yet. I suppose it’s because I see how lovely they make women legs look, and they seem like they would be fun. And for someone who doesn’t wear them (and probably for someone who does) I walk well in them.  I can dance in high heels. Just last week I tried on some four inch stilettos with a platform.  They made me somewhere over six feet tall.  The main problem with heels, is I fall, a lot. I fall wearing any type of shoes. I fall wearing clogs. I fall wearing Converse. In the end there isn’t much to this post. Only a wistfulness that I could wear high heels. I also wish they didn’t hurt my toes so much!

 

I thought I’d disappeared.

My obsession with Michelle Obama continues. A old friend (he is not old, older than me, but, we caught up recently) and I have begun our political movement based off of the strap of Michelle Obama’s Inaugural Gown designed by Jason Wu. At first I wasn’t too fond of the strap. But as I looked at the dress, I  realized I like the strap. After forcing my friend, by email to stare at the dress,  (or at least he was nice enough to pretend) he realized his love for the strap as well.  (that sounds either dirty, or like a violent parent).  Our Political Movement, well, we haven’t quite figured out what it stand for, or what we hope to accomplish. We just know we are the  SO’s.  Or the Strap On’s!  But we wrap ourselves in chiffon and fight for the greater good of the strap!

 

As of this past Monday

I am infatuated with Michelle Obama.  Before her speech, I didn’t really know much about her.  She absolutely  wowed me! She wrote her own speech (with tweaking from Barack’s speechwriters), she is so well spoken.  She is lovely, graceful, stylish. Seriously, I cannot get over her outfits the past couple of nights, just gorgeous. Watching her on Colbert Report, she is able to laugh at herself and at her husband, not in a mean spiteful way, but in a “he may be running for President but he still has to do the dishes after dinner” kind of way.  The two of them seem like a great match, intellectually, idealistically, and fashionably! I loved their little “punch in” that people were so up in arms about. That’s what we need, a couple who truly honor one another.  They must be the next first family! 

 

I want to have coffee with Michelle Obama! We could go for iced coffee (although I see her as more of a latte drinker) and cranberry/orange scones!! 

 

 

From My Side

 

George Michael!!

GM arrived late.  Apparently his flights were delayed because of weather.  I had planned to take my camera, but fearing having to give it up, took an Iphone instead. Booo, they didn’t even check for cameras (I didn’t take a bag with me.)

This is not my photo, but see that little yellow Tinkerbelle like light? (I inserted it) That is roughly where I sat.  Seriously, was within throwing distance of GM.  I saw him up close–a weird dream of mine since at least elementary school when I had my blackmarket copy of Faith bought from the Flea Market.  

He apologized for being late.  Starting with, Fast Love.  During “Feeling Good” the screens were filled with sexy burlesque footage of Dita Von Teese.  After the song, George joked that after his second American show he realized he’d shot himself in the foot by using the footage, because the straight men were checking her out, the gay boys and the girls were wondering where they could get her dresses and no one was paying attention to him.

GM drinks Gatorade (who knew!) They’d darken the stage between songs so he could grab a drink. (Classy I thought!)

There was as 20  minute intermission.   I don’t get people buying food at concert. I can see getting a bottle of water, but nachos, or French fries? Eat before the show! 

During “Outside” he came out dressed as a cop. DAMN! He looked good in those snug pants.

His energy never seemed to waver and neither did his voice. He never hit  bad note, never went flat or sharp or out of tune.  Amazing.  He danced like crazy.

There was a dude wearing a silly getup of Faith era boots with peacock feathers glued on, a boa, a dress shirt and short skirt. Unfortunately, every time he hitched at his pantyhose, I caught a whiff of ballsweat. Not appealing.

 

The couple sitting next to me left after three songs or so.  Who does that? Pays a bunch of money for a ticket then takes off?

 

It was a great show.  I smiled the whole time.  And wore earplugs. I have no idea how people could manage the show without them.  I took them out briefly when I was leaving and had to put them back in.  

 

I bought a kids size lg Wham! shirt! I love it.  

After the show, the Iphone had died. I couldn’t catch a cab. It was midnight. I was supposed to take the train to Sullivan station and call Mike. But with no cell phone action… the payphones cost $.50 and I had a quarter! I considered walking home. Instead I waited for the bus.  Since I expected Mike to pick me up, I had no keys. Once I got home I had to yell loudly “MIKE!” luckily he heard me the first time and let me in.

 

I was tired. BUT I SAW GEORGE MICHAEL IN PERSON!!!!!!

 

YAY! YAY! YAY!

Tonight, I see George Michael. I’ve waited many years for this night. Waited for him to go on tour. Will I have anything else after tonight? I will have seen the concert I’ve wanted to see since I was in mid school.

GEORGE MICHAEL!!!!