I went to a July fourth do last Wednesday and took a chook, some Chards and a pav.
The food and booze spoke for itself. This was a good thing, because nobody had a clue what I was talking about when I cheerily referenced my contributions to the picnic lunch.
In a recent interview Aussie actress, Cate Blanchett, referred to the culture of plastic surgery as “absolutely bizarre.”
With her hands around her eyes she said, “… all you see are the little pinholes of terror.”
Even though today is relatively warm, this winter in Boulder “Global Warming” is a phenomenon happening somewhere else.
For almost two months now we’ve been living the frozen-Russian-tundra scene from Dr. Zhivago such that life has felt similarly tortured to said Russian movie, though (from my perspective) not nearly as romantic.
I think people working in the service industries in this country have microchips voluntarily imbedded in their brains.
I mean how else do you account for their pervasive use of the phatic gesture, “And how are you today?” Or that other beaut and cheery one: “Have a nice day!”
With The Big Eating Day, also known as Thanksgiving, just around the corner, I thought I’d talk about fat.
Not turkey fat – since turkey meat doesn’t translate into a heart attach in every bite – but excess body fat, as in obesity.
Call me crazy, but I have a crush on British comedian Sacha Baron Cohen!
This is because SBC’s most well-known comic personalities, gangster rapper, Ali G, and naïve Kazakhstani, Borat, parody cultural sacred cows.
The new Denver Art Museum opened this weekend. I went, as did thousands of other people.
I stood outside with the throngs of opening-day visitors, staring up at Daniel Libeskind’s titanium architectural rendering of the Rocky Mountains and was awe struck, almost speechless. Though I did manage a breathless, “Gawd, get a load of that!”
The Chinese are gearing up for the Bejing summer Olympics.
This has included charging the Spiritual Civilization Committee with educating the general populace on such things as moral and correct public behavior along lines of, ”Maintain Public Sanitation: No Public Spitting.”
Recently I watched the movie Transamerica.
There is a scene wherein transiting-from-male-to-female protagonist, Bree (as in cheese), has a couple feral hairs removed from her nostril by his/her son’s friendly neighbor, who just happens to be adept at electrolysis.
I shopped this past Saturday morning. What can I say!
Well, I will tell you what the lovely young sales associate said after I’d paid for my goodies: “Have a magnificent day!
