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june 17, 2011
cleo, the last of the jack russells and a dear, sweet child, rest in peace

january 31, 2011
my mother died today.

may 2, 2010
ernie, my little boy, rest in peace

september 20, 2007
sophie, the first of the jack russells, rest in peace

june 28, 2006
a month ago today ....

may 28, 2006
mimi, sweet girl, rest in peace.

march 20, 2006
a very special happy birthday to the talented, lovely, terribly charming, and always amusing miss viola diva.

february 8, 2006
hey, jeanette, how's it going? when are we going to get together with natalie?

february 7, 2006
hey, natalie, how's it going? when are we going to get together with jeanette?

january 23, 2006
When Friendship Hurts: How to Deal With Friends Who Betray, Abandon, or Wound You  by Jan Yager, available at
amazon.com, is a great read,  and i highly recommend it.  make sure you have it with you when you're sitting on an airport bench
all night long because there were no hotel rooms to be had and because your "friend" couldn't be bothered to come and get
you.

october 15, 2005
when you've got a moment, click on www.katewardterry.com and check out kate's inspired and visually stunning artwork

september 26, 2005
in an email of september 24th nentsi of switzerland writes, "I keep checking your blog, but there's no new news. What is the
new news?" this tells me that someone is actually reading my blog and is expecting updates.  lordy, the pressure! all i know is:
don adams died. that's the new news for now.

september 23, 2005
well, folks, bus riley's back in town, and autumn will be heating up.  you have been warned! (or is that warmed?)  by the way,
michael parks rules. does anyone out there even know who michael parks is?

august 3, 2005
if you think everything is moving forward according to plan, then you haven't been paying attention.

august 1, 2005
if you want to discover an undiscovered artist for yourself, check out the artwork of paul valkenier at
www.paulvalkenier.com
his work is a tip for insiders and can still be acquired at very reasonable prices.

july 15, 2005
i fully agree with michele cooper: this site lacks garlic and red pepper. perhaps this fall we'll be able to spice it up a tad. until
then i'll leave you wondering who michele cooper is. if you don't know, then you've never had a literary lunch cum programming
pow-wow at the ocean's edge in newport. michele tells me that she's considering a web site of her own. if she actually pursues
the idea, i'll create a link, and you'll be able to find out more about her.  in the meantime, acquire a book by herbert woodward
martin and bask in the brilliance of his language. trust me -- it will all become clear very soon ...

june 21, 2005
i try to take life just one day at a time, but lately several days have attacked me at once.
happy first day of summer. i think.

june 20, 2005
does peggy know i'm thinking of her?

may 29, 2005
a most splendid birthday to my rellies gabi in berlin and lisa in california. on my list of favorite relatives, they're way at the top!
i recently saw gabi at paul's birthday and our family reunion. i haven't seen lisa in ... well, it's been entirely too long! how about
it, lisa? we need to get together for a good, long visit. all the best for the coming year to both of you. let's talk soon.
hey, lilo weingant, it's your birthday as well. where are you, and why aren't we in touch? in case you read this, at least you'll
know i'm thinking of you. have a happy!

may 27, 2005
this friday's shout-out goes to claudia blank and irene dieckmann, both of whom are celebrating a birthday today.  claudia and
irene, may all of your wishes come true! keep in touch ...

may 26, 2005
okay, i'll admit it: i watched the finale of american idol  last night.  a bland blond country chirper from oklahoma won.  a
long-haired rocker from alabama came in second. although millions of people supposedly call in to vote for their favorite
singer, nobody in my circle of friends admits to
idol  fandom.  who then is making these millions of calls?  and who voted for
carrie, the blond chirper, i.e., the new american idol?  i would not have voted for her.  reason: she's hit or miss in the
carry-a-tune department, and she has about as much personality as my left shoe. she sang a duet with country group rascal
flatts' singer Gary LeVox (yes, that is indeed his name -- shades of russell watson?).  it was vaguely pleasant ... if you didn't
look at gary.  sitting beside carrie, he came across as tired and appeared paunchy, bloated, and old.  most likely in an effort to
project a younger and rad image, he had combed his hair using an electric outlet.  definitely a case of mousse abuse! the man
did not look happy at all.  because he had to share the stage with carrie?  who knows. who cares.
at the end of the program, after carrie was announced as the winner,  she sang her soon-to-be-released smash single "inside
your heaven."  can we say out of tune and all over the map? maybe she was nervous. maybe she was having a moment. but it was
awful, truly awful. and it had been equally awful (at least she's consistent) the night before, the first time carrie had massacred
the song. (oops, britney, i did it again! i'm admitting that i watched the penultimate
idol show as well; oh well, nobody's perfect.
right, carrie?) on that previous night america got to decide and to vote for the winner. apparently people can't hear straight.
are they are blinded (deafened?) by the blandness? i guess so.  inside your heaven? inside whose heaven? not mine. that's one
cd i won't be buying.
take pleasure!
not.

may 11, 2005
after spending much of april and the beginning of may in transit, i have finally returned home to unpack and to regroup.
last eve i sat in front of the television in an effort to numb my senses. the programs i watched proved tedious (what a
surprise). of greatest interest was an anti-smoking commercial with a mouthy teen spouting platitudes about second-hand
smoke in restaurants. at the tail end of the commercial a tag line appeared on the screen, something to the effect of:  
"a smoking section in a restaurant is like a peeing section in a swimming pool."  
how true but ... oy!

march 28, 2005
this evening i spoke with katherine ott,  the author of fevered lives and a friend of many years, who is excessively clever
and very learned.  katherine works at the smithsonian in washington, d.c., and is currently putting the finishing touches
on an exhibition that she curated which marks the 50th anniversary of jonas salk's polio vaccine.  to find out more
about the exhibition -- it officially opens on april 12, 2005 -- go to
www.americanhistory.si.edu/polio
katherine is brilliant.  i am certain the exhibition will reflect her talent and her intellect.
today is also my mother's birthday. such timing (see march 26, above).

march 26, 2005
two years ago today my father died. how time flies. and i haven't even been having fun.

march 18, 2005
this friday's shout-out goes to deb and alan steytler, two friends i don't see nearly often enough. deb is a talented artist and
teacher, alan a management consultant with an impressive list of clients.  last saturday deb, alan, and i went to a local turkish
restaurant for an amusing eve of food and chat.  to find out more about them and what they do, check out their web site at  
www.steytler.com
deb and alan are fun and clever folk.  if you have a chance, you should get to know them and their work.

march 9, 2005
today on the evening news, mark johnson, our local weather rube, stated: "like a good depend, we're going to try and keep
you dry tomorrow."  little did i know that we have a stand up comedian as a weather person.  so maybe next year he can host
the oscars?  he couldn't be any worse than chris rock.

march 7, 2005
does somebody out there know something about me that i don't know?  the only -- and i mean only!  -- junk email i get is for
watches.  someone named josephine just sent me the following email:   "I desire to render you utterly unexampled model of
Zenith wrist-watches.  Unique offer for you. Travel my website.  I offer fantabulous prices and multitude of tradenames in
sight, for instance Zenith, Vacheron Constantin and Cartier."  i'd love to write back,  to correct her grammar and punctuation,
and to adjust her style and word choice, but maybe she's a friend of the grocery store cashier, and we know that relationship
has only just begun ... thank you, karen carpenter!
btw, i don't even wear watches, so why is josephine offering to sell me one?  i don't buy what i don't wear.  besides, watches
are highly overrated.  who needs them?  clocks are everywhere.  every room in my house has at least one clock somewhere.  my
computer and my cell phone tell time.  why wear something totally superfluous that leaves a white stripe on your wrist?  and if
you're going to pawn fake designer watches via email, get a better name than josephine.  then again, i did tell zephyr that my
name was joe.

february 24, 2005
please explain to me why i always find the strange ones.  or perhaps i should say why they find me!??!  yesterday at the
supermarket -- the name of which will remain unwritten (no free advertising here!) -- i encountered chatty cathy at the
checkout.  as i was loading my groceries onto the conveyor belt, i noticed that this particular cashier was gabbing non-stop
with the customers ahead of me.  based on her comments and their responses,  i assumed she knew them.  how wrong was i?  
wrong!  when my turn finally came, she said, "and how
are you today?" the way she phrased it, the way she emphasized the are,
both implied that we knew one another.  believe me when i tell you that i'd never seen this woman before in my life, so the cosy
verbal  intimacy while she fondled my instant oatmeal struck me as misplaced and misdirected.  
in response to her query i said, "just fine. and how are
you?" i stressed the you, not the are.  variety, spice of life, you know
what i'm talking, right?
"oh, i'm blessed," she said.
based on recent experience and without skipping a beat i said, "you'd probably be even more blessed if you were at home
and not here ... "
"oh, noooooooooooooooooooooooo," she said. "i loooooooooove it here. i wouldn't want to be anywhere else right
now." all the while she zipped the product bar codes across the scanner and placed my groceries ever so gently into the
shopping cart. (this should give you some clue as to the store, but i'm still not giving you the name.) "i know i know you," she
continued, "but tell me your name again." she scanned a box of tissues and popped them into the cart.
"joe, " i said.  
"you sure about that?" she asked. "i don't remember your name being joe.  you don't look like a joe."
"well, actually, it's joseph." two seconds, two lies! why did i feel compelled to lie to this women?  then again, who was she to get
chummy with me at the grocery store?
"my name is zephyr," she said. "but i'm sure you remember that from last time." she tapped her name tag. i looked at it, and plain
as day it said
hello i'm dreama. dreama? what kind of name is dreama? then again, what kind of name is zephyr?
next time somebody asks me my name, i'll make up something more imaginative. nothing against the name joe, but it can't
possibly compare with zephyr. or dreama. don't you agree?

february 18, 2005
friday's shout-out:  today i'm sending a shout-out to my friends nancy and urs in switzerland.  they're good people, and i
thought i'd take this opportunity to tell them how much i appreciate their friendship.  hey, nancy!  hey, urs!  people like you
don't come around very often.  would that the world had more of you!

february 15, 2005
if you haven't looked at yesterday's entry, you might want to read it before you continue with today's bit of wisdom.  same
friend, new day, thoughtful message:  "i fear the universe is going to give up on me soon..... then where would i go?"

february 14, 2005
today, on valentine's day, a dear friend sent me the following statement:
"i feel the universe is trying to tell me something, and i'm just not getting it."
to protect the innocent -- or not, depending on your definition of innocent -- i'll not mention her name, but she knows who she
is!  (let's just say she spent the weekend in p-town and couldn't find fat jacks!)  her remark caused me to laugh out loud, and i
immediately felt a bumper sticker coming on.  so rarely do we laugh out loud at the silliness of it all.  if we did so more often,
perhaps we'd know what the universe were trying to tell us.

february 11, 2005
death of a playwright
today i read that arthur miller died yesterday at the age of 89.  his death affected me personally and brought back a wealth of
memories.  in august of 1975 i had the opportunity to interview mr. miller and found him to be personable and enjoyable.  at his
home in roxbury, connecticut, we sat around his kitchen table while he ate (although he offered me lunch, in the presence of a
legend i wasn't very hungry).  i'm sure he'd been asked the same old same old countless times,  but he allowed me to tape our
conversation and responded to my questions as if he'd never heard them before in his life.  he was most cordial and
forthcoming.  although we spoke about numerous aspects of his work, our focus was his highly underrated and much maligned
play
the creation of the world and other business (1972), a humorous and clever look at the story of genesis.  my interview
with mr. miller was subsequently published in the spring 1977 issue of
michigan quarterly review and is now even available online
or in matthew roudané's
conversations with arthur miller (university of mississippi press).  i also met mr. miller's wife, the
photographer inge morath, and they signed some of the books they'd worked on together.  what a day then, what a day
today.........  

february 8, 2005
"enjoy!"
"until!"
"have a good one!"
"catch ya later!"
these days platitudinal farewells are so overused that nobody listens to them anymore, but yesterday i had an ear-awakening
experience at the post office.  after i took my receipt from the friendly and helpful postal employee, i mumbled the inevitable
"thanks. have a nice day" and was ready to shuffle off to buffalo.  pathetic and pedestrian, right?  i'll admit it.
a big set of perfect teeth smiled and replied, "take pleasure!"   yes, i even heard the exclamation point.  she had quite clearly
issued an imperative. "take pleasure!"  
i stopped and countered, "i will!"  also with an exclamation point.  i turned on my heel and strode toward the exit.  a cape would
have been effective at this point, but i wasn't wearing one.  on my way to the parking lot i thought about what she had said.  
take pleasure?  take pleasure in what?  i felt like going back and asking for a more precise context.  what exactly did she mean
by her command?  any suggestions?   take pleasure!  sounds good, no?  sounds, well, pleasurable.   i wondered -- when was the
last time she had "taken pleasure?" and what was it that she had taken pleasure in?  or with?  next time i'll ask.  maybe.  (okay,
okay, i won't ask. it's just like the cape idea. even if i had been wearing one, i wouldn't have pulled a zorro. i can dream, can't i?)
you really should give her "take pleasure!" a try sometime.  i haven't had the nerve.  yet.  if you use it, let me know what happens,
let me know the response.
whenever we get a non-conformist farewell -- which so rarely happens, right? -- we stop and think.  today the cashier at one of
those big box stores sent me on my way with a flimsy blue plastic bag and a "be blessed."  no exclamation point.  just a plain old
"be blessed."  i stopped briefly.  had i misunderstood?  had i sneezed and not noticed?  what does one say to that?  yes, bless
you as well ...  or thank you ...  i smiled and said nothing.  he had gone the extra mile and delivered the unexpected, but he had
left out the exclamation point.  he had probably sized me up as one of those banal farewellers who couldn't handle the
additional burden of histrionic punctuation.  i should have told him to stop by the post office.  after all, that's where i was
headed.
until we read again, take pleasure!
              my  5¢