Diamonds are forever

Yes, I watched. And it’s Thursday and I’m getting around to this. I swear, I don’t have time to catch a breath anymore. And I kind of hate it?

Also: The more I blog, the more spam I get. Hello London Disco! I don’t know who or what you are, but thanks for the spam.


I love grey, so I loved this gown. I don’t think Zoe has ever done poorly – Count me in as one who loved her topiary purple dress of a few years back.

85th Annual Academy Awards - Arrivals

If I was the size of a pipe cleaner….but no, that will never happen.

I am also a sucker for a mash up of ’20s’ Art Deco fun and Dynasty realness.

85th Annual Academy Awards - ArrivalsIt’s true. The shoulder pads are giving me life.

In the pantheon of “Shit I could actually wear,” I forever give it up to The Queen.

85th Annual Academy Awards - ArrivalsWhen I see Melissa McCarthy in her sad sack dresses, I say, “Why can’t you be more like her?” Come on, it’s not that hard. Make this one black or another color and I would totes wear it.

Do you want to know what makes a man never want to have sexual relations again?


Not famous so much on this side of the pond, but I love me some Fan BingBing.

fanYes. Make Queen Latifah’s dress this color and we are talking.

And finally, the only saving grace of the whole sorry night (with the exception of Jacqueline Durran’s Best Costume Oscar):

bassTHIS. The Tigress from Tiger Bay. Dame Shirley, if you’re nasty. And this is for all the Johnny Come Latelys who were all, “That was fab!”

Some of us have Miss Shirl on vinyl. Just sayin’.







Slide Show

I wanted to post this a few days ago, but I got lazy. I don’t mind getting personal, sometimes, so here goes.

I spoke at my father’s memorial this weekend – we had a memorial service, not a true funeral. It was on my parents’ anniversary — what would have been 56 years. It was a very cold day, and my dad’s brother and sister were there, as were neighbors and friends. We had a lot of good food, which I think dad would have liked.

I have been listening a lot to one of my favorite albums, Travis’ The Man Who, recently, and that’s a story for another time – but there’s a song called “Slide Show” that has always been a favorite.

“There is a slide show, and it’s so slow

flashing through my mind

Today was the day

but only for the first time.”

Here are some photos that were displayed.




And here’s what I wrote:

When someone passes, especially when it happens suddenly, it can alter your perception. Sometimes, we tuck all our good memories away, and seldom revisit them. When a death happens, though, those memories are unpacked.

When dad passed away in December, so close to Christmas, I was not prepared for the memories that came flooding back. The ones I had forgotten about with the passage of time. And though I am thankful for them, I am filled with so much sadness as well; sadness that there were things I still had to say to him and was now unable to.

And so, I will say them now. Dad, you were a special person. You were so talented and gifted in so many ways, I think you were almost a genius – at least that ‘s what I tell people. The way you could build anything from scratch, the way you could play any song on your guitar or organ by ear, or how you could figure out codes and maps and number games. It always amazed me.

I remember your love of music, and though I might not have appreciated some of the things you liked when I was younger, I grew to listen again with an open mind and open ears.

I remember your visits to me at college – I think you really liked them. And I liked showing you around, and taking you to the father daughter dances. I have some great pictures of those I show off to my friends. You look so young and happy, and that’s how I’d like to remember you. One time you and I went to a craft fair in the woods and ate funnel cake, and you bought me some lions for my statue collection. I had almost forgotten that great memory, but am glad I could recall it.

I remember taking you to the last Spring Training game at the old West Palm Auditorium, and though you were recovering from your cancer surgery, I think you had a good time.  I don’t think there’s anything a father and daughter can do that’s more fun than attending a baseball game.

I remember so much more, like Friday nights at Sportsman’s Inn in the 1970s, or our trips to the beach every summer. And there’s the silly stuff, like you telling me how much you loved that actress in My Cousin Vinny. That one always made me laugh.

I’m recounting places and things, but that’s what a life is – a collection of the places we were and the things we did and who we did them with. I am glad I got to do some of them with my dad. I miss him every day. There were so many things I had left to say to him.

All we can do now is recollect, and your memories will be different than mine, but no less important. Now is the time to share those moments, and remember his life. It’s the time to come together as family and friends, and support each other. I hope that dad’s passing will bring us all closer together, and forge a stronger bond.

Thank you for letting me share my memories of dad. Please share yours, too, and celebrate his life in a joyous way.

Life really is like a slide show, and all I wanted to do was capture a few of the pictures.

I’ll be back over the weekend.

Photo booth

It’s funny, the more I blog, the more spam I get. Oh wait, that’s not really so shocking, is it?

I have been praying for the month of February to be over since January. I haven’t had one minute to breathe and it won’t end until this Sunday and my father’s memorial service. Which I don’t want to say I’m dreading, because that would sound unkind. But I have to go to work on Monday, and just going to visit my mother last weekend and help her with her garage sale caused me to have a weeping fit on Saturday night that led to a 14 hour migraine on Sunday.

Now you know.

I have decided to abstain from Facebook for Lent, and I’ve done good the last few days. I am still tweeting and blogging, though, maybe more than usual. That’s kind of why I’m doing this? I feel like everyone is SHOUTING at me or BRAGGING about themselves on Facebook, and I needed a BREAK. Yes, that shout was intentional!

If you follow me on FB, you may have already seen these photos, but I wanted to do a little catch up post. Since I haven’t caught up since December.

First, you know we did the Atomic Bazaar in Sarasota this past December. It wasn’t all I had hoped, but I made enough money to justify the trip, and we made some nice trades. Also, this guy.

532431_10151280282870690_831639469_nI should probably credit the photographer, as I took this off the show’s official site. But we took a photo of him, too. I told him I loved him when he walked by our booth.

A few weeks ago, I did my third annual Retro Indie Market in Boynton Beach. I am sad to say after two years of making excellent money there, I made almost bupkus this time. No, seriously, I had ONE SALE. But I saw some friends, others came to visit me, and I had a killer omelette with my friend Becky at Howley’s after the show. So, I was not unhappy. Also, this little cutie — and I DID take this photo.

little girlI know it’s wrong to drive and play with your cell phone, but fuck it. I saw this on a car in front of me, and I need someone to tell me how I can buy one of these?

bill bumperYeah, I’m pretty sure that’s Bill Murray. Would it shock you to hear I still haven’t watched my Blu-Ray of Moonrise Kingdom yet? I would kill for just one second of free time.

I am looking forward to next weekend. I can relax. I can watch the Oscars. I can live tweet the Oscars. I can try and find a bookshelf for this place, because my books have been in boxes on the dining room floor for two months now.

I need to breathe. I need to knit. I need to relax. I need a vacation. I will tell you a secret….we have come into a little money, and are talking about Disney World over Memorial Day Weekend.

I’m going to get through this weekend. I will go to Target and check out the Prabal Gurung tomorrow. And I’ll listen to more of my “happy place” music.

Take me to my happy place….

NPR’s Tiny Desk Concerts take me to my happiest of happy places. Thomas Mars, j’adore!

Oh, the Playground Love. FYI, I am probably getting 1901 tattooed on me at some point. Now you know.

Weird stuff going down with the family. A death will do that, I guess. I hate dramaz, though. I’ll say no more.

Dad’s memorial is Sunday. I am trying to write something but having a hard time.

I’ll say this: I have a few memories of Dad that make me laugh, but not many. But the one I come back to time and time again is his love for the movie My Cousin Vinny. I never would have seen THAT coming. And it’s all because of Marissa Tomei. He fell in love with her a little, I think.

At least he sure talked about her like he did.



I agree with almost all of these.

From Wikipedia, the National Society of Film Critics list of Best Supporting Actor winners from 1967 on. Pay particular attention to years 1986-1989, 1990, 1996  AND OF COURSE 1998. Oh, and 2008, 2009, and 2012.


Your welcome.


Year Winner Film Role
1967 Gene Hackman Bonnie and Clyde Buck Barrow
1968 Seymour Cassel Faces Chet
1969 Jack Nicholson Easy Rider George Hanson


Year Winner Film Role
1970 Chief Dan George Little Big Man Old Lodge Skins
1971 Bruce Dern Drive, He Said Coach Bullion
1972 Eddie Albert The Heartbreak Kid Mr. Corcoran
Joel Grey Cabaret Master of Ceremonies
1973 Robert De Niro Mean Streets Johnny Boy
1974 Holger Löwenadler Lacombe Lucien Albert Horn
1975 Henry Gibson Nashville Haven Hamilton
1976 Jason Robards All the President’s Men Ben Bradlee
1977 Edward Fox A Bridge Too Far Lt. Gen. Brian Horrocks
1978 Richard Farnsworth Comes a Horseman Dodger
Robert Morley Who Is Killing the Great Chefs of Europe? Maximillian Vandeveer
1979 Frederic Forrest Apocalypse Now Jay “Chef” Hicks
The Rose Huston Dyer


Year Winner Film Role
1980 Joe Pesci Raging Bull Joey LaMotta
1981 Robert Preston S.O.B. Dr. Irving Finegarten
1982 Mickey Rourke Diner Robert ‘Boogie’ Sheftell
1983 Jack Nicholson Terms of Endearment Garrett Breedlove
1984 John Malkovich The Killing Fields Al Rockoff
Places in the Heart Mr. Will
1985 John Gielgud Plenty Sir Leonard Darwin
The Shooting Party Cornelius Cardew
1986 Dennis Hopper Blue Velvet Frank Booth
1987 Morgan Freeman Street Smart Fast Black
1988 Dean Stockwell Married to the Mob Tony ‘The Tiger’ Russo
Tucker: The Man and His Dream Howard Hughes
1989 Beau Bridges The Fabulous Baker Boys Frank Baker


Year Winner Film Role
1990 Bruce Davison Longtime Companion David
1991 Harvey Keitel Bugsy Mickey Cohen
Thelma & Louise Detective Hal Slocumb
Mortal Thoughts Detective John Woods
1992 Gene Hackman Unforgiven Little Bill Daggett
1993 Ralph Fiennes Schindler’s List Hauptsturmführer Amon Göth
1994 Martin Landau Ed Wood Béla Lugosi
1995 Don Cheadle Devil in a Blue Dress Mouse Alexander
1996 Martin Donovan The Portrait of a Lady Ralph Touchett
Tony Shalhoub Big Night Primo
1997 Burt Reynolds Boogie Nights Jack Horner
1998 Bill Murray Rushmore Herman Blume
1999 Christopher Plummer The Insider Mike Wallace


Year Winner Film Role
2000 Benicio del Toro Traffic Javier Rodriguez
2001 Steve Buscemi Ghost World Seymour
2002 Christopher Walken Catch Me If You Can Frank Abagnale, Sr.
2003 Peter Sarsgaard Shattered Glass Charles Lane
2004 Thomas Haden Church Sideways Jack Lopate
2005 Ed Harris A History of Violence Carl Fogarty
2006 Mark Wahlberg The Departed SSgt. Sean Dignam
2007 Casey Affleck The Assassination of Jesse James… Robert Ford
2008 Eddie Marsan Happy-Go-Lucky Scott
2009 Paul Schneider Bright Star Charles Armitage Brown
Christoph Waltz Inglourious Basterds Standartenführer Hans Landa


Year Winner Film Role
2010 Geoffrey Rush The King’s Speech Lionel Logue
2011 Albert Brooks Drive Bernie Rose
2012 Matthew McConaughey Bernie Danny Buck Davidson
Magic Mike Dallas

Just be thankful I’m leaving the Tom Waits at home…..

Two of us have started bringing our iPods into work and playing them for half the day each. The third person in the office just listens.

One of us brings in Bruno Mars, Pink, Kelly Clarkson and Pitbull.

I bring in stuff like this.

That’s just how I roll.

(Also I bring some AC/DC, okay, a LOT of AC/DC, Vanessa Paradis, AIR, Dinah Washington and Willie Nelson. You know, a toxic ear cocktail.)