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Paging Freud and Jung!
I dreamed there was a dead Me, laying beside me in bed. I was very distressed but I tried to take care of her, plumping her pillow or something. She was very pretty and young, sort of a goth Ophelia. … Continue reading
Showtime and Death
Anyone watching Showtime tonight was assaulted by death in a one-two punch. On The Borgias, the Pope was devastated by the death of his knavish, syphilitic son. He carried the son into the woods, envisioning him as a beautiful little … Continue reading
Stuck
I’m thinking of getting a version of this tattoo, just because it makes me smile. I can’t think of anything else to do with myself. I am almost a vegetable. I stay up all night doing nothing. When I wake … Continue reading
Hating The Ex
I recently had the pleasure of spending an evening with an old friend who is now divorced from the husband who used to boss her around and make her have sex with him three times a week without regard to … Continue reading
Baptize me.
As Whitney Houston keeps dying on TV, I am transfixed by envy, bitterness, and grief. Her narrative has been transformed from the tragic untimely death of a dope addict to an adoring farewell to an angel. And why not? She … Continue reading
It’s All About Amy
I knew immediately that Jean-Paul Gaultier‘s spring 2012 couture collection was a tribute to Amy because I did the math. Behive + eyeliner+”Marilyn” stud = Amy Winehouse. What a wonderful feast of crazy hives and mish-mash of retro vampy girly … Continue reading
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Tagged Amy Winehouse, hair, Jean Paul Gaultier, Karl Lagerfeld
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Gone From This World
Last night I discovered a girl named Chrissy who killed herself after several years of paralysis caused by a swimming pool accident. I learned about her in a forum on the Christopher and Dana Reeve Foundation website. I came upon … Continue reading
Posted in Art, grief, Horrible Stuff
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Pictures
Goodbye to Dad Two walkers, December 2009 High School graduation, June 2011 Max and Pico Playing guitars and finally this photo by Antanas Sutkus. I can’t describe how much I love it. It is so exquisitely tender! It sums up … Continue reading
Daddy
My dad died last night, at home in bed. He would have been 90 in November and we thought he would live forever. His health has been failing for the last year and a half but suddenly in the last … Continue reading
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Bad Mothers
I’m reading a book about addiction that Max read last year. He told me I might like it. I also remember him writing to his girlfriend that the book caused him to review his childhood, which he always thought was … Continue reading