Thursday, April 17, 2008

The face of evil

Meet 18-year-old Jean Pierre Orlewicz. His story is NOT for the squeamish.

"JP" is on the stand in his own defense, explaining to the jury why he came up behind Daniel Sorenson … slit his throat and proceeded to stab his victim another dozen times … then took a hacksaw and beheaded him. Oh, we're not done yet. Sweet, handsome young JP then took a blowtorch to each of Daniel Sorenson's fingertips so it would be more difficult for the authorities to identify the headless body. (Hey! I warned you!)

Please note, he's not denying any of this. (Though he did deny what one witness alleged -- that JP played with Daniel Sorenson's head for a while, moving the lips and making him "talk.") He's explaining that he did it in self defense.

The jury didn't accept this explanation and found him guilty of first-degree, premeditated murder and mutilation of a corpse. They believed the version put forth by the prosecutors -- that this kid wanted to know how it felt to kill someone, what it was like to commit the perfect crime. As prosecutor Robert Moran said in his closing arguments,
"Where was his emotion when he testified? Where was his emotion when he testified that he had to kill Mr. Sorensen? When he had to cut off his head? He testified like he was ordering a pizza. A typical day. That's him. That's cold."

Speaking of "cold," wait till I tell you where JP committed these heinous acts: in his grandfather's garage. Since his dear, doting Grandpa was fighting a losing battle with dementia, he was sure he'd be safe there.

Look at this wide-eyed, clean-cut suburban kid. Remember his depraved saga next time you're tempted to say, "He doesn't look like child molester …" or drug dealer, or animal/kid abuser, or con man, etc.
Jean Pierre Orlewicz proves that evil can look as clean, harmless, and "normal" as the boy next door.


Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Thursday Thirteen #63 -- Create your own Fountain of Youth


THIRTEEN TIPS
FOR LOOKING YOUNGER


I got this idea from Allure (April/Mariah Carey cover), with its headline about 203 ways to help us turn back time. It’s intriguing and it sure drew me in, but really, who has time to learn and implement all 203? Besides, I wanted this TT to be non-gender specific, so here are 13 of the best (or at least the most doable) for all you boys and girls in the blogosphere.

1. Everybody needs a good sunscreen. And to be good, it has to have an SPF higher than 15 to block the evil UVA rays. These rays not only cause melanoma, they also damage the collagen and elastin in your skin and make you look older.

2. Fall in love with salmon. This fatty fish helps keep your arteries clear and keeps that blood pumping everywhere it needs to go, including your skin. Walnuts are good, too.

3. Cut back on alcohol. There’s evidence that liquor may deplete the important fatty acids like those in salmon, and eventually that will have an impact on your complexion and appearance.

4. Exercise. Yeah, yeah. It’s good for your heart, it’s good for your blood pressure, it enhances your muscle tone, whatever. Just as importantly, like salmon, it helps your blood course more efficiently through your veins, which leaves your skin looking better.

5. Floss. It’s not sexy but it’s important. Receding gums can give away your age (hence the phrase, “long in the tooth”). It’s important to your general health because gum disease can lead to more serious problems, since bad gums give bacteria an easy way to enter your blood stream.

6. Stop smoking. There are a million health reasons, but how about this vanity-based one? Smokers squint more than the rest of us (an involuntary reflex when presented with smoke and flame), and that causes crow’s feet. Smokers also have more tell-tale wrinkles around their lips.

7. Reduce stress. No, really. Doctors theorize that stress puts a drain on your adrenal system, which can allow skin conditions from acne to psoriasis to worsen. And, since nothing is more important to a youthful look than a healthy-looking complexion …

8. Eat fruits and veggies. As with eliminating smoking, adding fruits and vegetables is good for your general health. But this post is dedicated to the deeply superficial, so I must note that it’s also VERY good for your skin because it helps balance your pH level. If your body has too much acidity (which can come from eating too many proteins and refined sugars), you can find yourself with poor skin color and tone.

9. Wash your face. Perhaps not as often as you wash your hands, but do it twice a day. It’s exposed to tobacco, pollution, and other environmental factors that simply do damage.

10. But be gentle! Those who exfoliate their skin too often with alpha-hydroxies or scrubs can deplete the natural oils and even exacerbate acne and discoloration. FELLAS, THIS GOES FOR YOU, TOO! Remember, if you’re clean-shaven, you already exfoliate your face daily with a razor.

11. Moisturize as soon as you get out of the shower. This is the best time to apply moisturizer to your body – after toweling yourself but before your skin has a chance to dry completely.

ABOUT THE FOLLOWING TWO -- Find moisturizers that contain these products. I imagine swabbing a tea bag all over would be time consuming and, well, icky.

12. Don’t just drink green tea. Slather it on your skin, too. Green tea is easy for the skin to absorb, so a moisturizer fortified with it comes with antioxidants that help protect against the damage from pollutants.

13. Same with Vitamin C. Studies have shown it can actually help REPAIR skin damage because Vitamin C has been proven to enhance collagen production.

If you enjoyed these, pick up the April issue of Allure for
more tips and greater detail.

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Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Welcome back to Wrigley Field, Dusty Baker!

Your team is losing 9 to 5 to the Cubs. Every time you step out onto the field, the fans boo you. I can think of no better homecoming for the man who broke my heart by trading my beloved future Hall of Famer Greg Maddux for freaking Cesare freaking Izturis.

To borrow from Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, we got lucky, babe, when we found Lou!

Heads & Tails #20

This week's theme is "tip," or a word that rhymes with "tip."

"Tip" brought me to "lip," which brought me to the Rolling Stones and their lips/tongue graphic. I'm really not much of a fan, but I like them well enough. And, since Monday-Friday I toil away in the world of advertising and marketing, I genuinely admire how this logo captures who they are, how iconic it's become, and how long it's lasted in this disposable world.

Monday, April 14, 2008

Tuesday Tunes #3

Word Association Week! Remember, name the first band/artist/song/album/instrument etc that comes to mind when you see these words.

Drum: Ringo Starr
River: "Oh, I wish I had a river I could sail away on …" Joni Mitchell
Sea:
"Somewhere, Beyond the Sea" Bobby Darin
Sand: "Circle in the Sand," Belinda Carlisle
Travel:
"Yes, I'm a travelin' man …" Ricky Nelson
Time:
"Time After Time" Cyndi Lauper
Journey:
"Don't Stop Believing" Journey
Number: "Rikki, Don't Lose that Number"
Theme:
"Ringo's Theme," an alternate name for "This Boy," The Beatles on A Hard Day's Night (This seems to be very Ringo-centric this week, doesn't it?)
Magic: "Ho, ho, ho, it's magic, you know. Never believe it's not so …" Pilot (I had to look it up the band's name Pilot)

For more information, or to play along yourself, click here.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

6 Unimportant Things about ME

Discovered at Kwizgiver's, as all the best memes and quizzes are.

1) Coke in cans tastes better than Coke in bottles.

2) When I hear them on the radio, I often can't tell Britney Spears and Jessica Simpson apart.

3) My fascination with TruTV (once CourtTV) is kinda creepy. I especially enjoy when women break bad. I have my favorites (Piper Rountree and Melanie McGuire). See? You're a little creeped out by this, aren't you?

4) I hate going to the health club or preparing to embark on a long walk. But I enjoy exercising and having exercised. Go figure.

5) I KNOW that Katie Couric never should have left The Today Show and Meredith Vieria never should have left The View. These are not my opinions. These are indisputable facts.

6) My favorite Girl Scout cookies are the peanut butter sandwiches.

Now the fun part: Come up with six unimporant things about yourself. Once tagged, post back here so I can come visit, 'k? I tag: you, you, you, and you and you annnnnnnd YOU!

90.5 out of 100

That's what my niece scored at the statewide culinary competition. That highly respectable point total won her a medal for individual achievement. I am so very proud of her, even though I don't much understand what all she did to win it.

I'm also pleased and proud that she was away for two nights, staying with other young chefs from across the state at a hotel/convention center, without incident. I am hoping that she has turned a corner and that she is on her way to showing everyone what a kick-ass girl she can be.

Family Ties

See this family? They are that beloved TV clan, The Keatons. And they have nothing whatsoever to do with my family.

My older sister and I have never gotten along. And I do mean never. Just a little more than a year older than I am, she has always resented my very existence. From the time my mother bathed us together in the big tub to the day I moved out, she physically hurt me. I was pinched, kicked, scalded, and hit in the head with a baseball bat. When we were in high school, she threw me into the stove so hard my body caused a gas leak.

My mom used to minimize this by saying, "the girls fight." That was not true. WE were not fighting, I was getting the shit beat out of me on a regular basis. When my sister was a college freshman but still living at home, she lost her temper with my mother and slugged her in the face with a broom handle. Suddenly my sister's violent tendencies were considered serious and we were all dragged to a family counselor. A highly-attidunal high school senior, I thought it was all sad but funny: you can do whatever you want to me and my body and it's dismissed; touch anyone else in the family and it's a problem.

The family therapist said that my older sister needed more attention from my parents than they could give -- my dad because he was so distant and my mother because she had another baby (me) so soon and then, just as my older sister was entering adolescence, my baby sister arrived. We couldn't stay in family therapy long, though, even if it probably would have been good for us because my older sister was 18 and refused to go any more. She believed the shrink was persecuting her and blamed her for everything. My mother thought SHE was being blamed. The irony of all this is, I'm the one who has returned to therapy off and on for decades. (And I'm better for it.)

My sister's antipathy toward me hasn't abated with time. Even though we are now in our 50s, she still gets jealous of the time my mother spends with me. She lives 2000 miles away in Los Angeles, and yet the competition continues. Yet when my mom needs help, my sister is conveniently unavailable. She also did something pretty sleazy and unforgivable in regards to my late grandma's estate, and she kisses up to my sick uncle when it suits her because he's a millionaire and I think she's banking on him dying soon. (HA! He has Parkinson's and could linger in agony and depression for years more, so she won't get to cash that inheritance check any time soon.)

Her husband left her. Her kids hate her. She doesn't have any close friends. And no matter how pudgy I get, she somehow manages to be fatter.

She got engaged recently. Her betrothed is a widower in his 60s with a huge family. She's done the rounds of showing off her ring to his huge clan and is embarrassed that she has so little family interested in seeing it, or her. (My kid sister has her own issues with our oldest sister, but let her post them on her own blog.) She came in for the weekend but has been dreading it. My sister's sadness over her sorry family relationships has been depressing my mother, who keeps hoping, hoping, hoping that this new man (or new job, or new car, or new home … whatever) will be the thing that finally makes her oldest daughter happy.

So last night I did something uncharacteristic. I stopped by my mother's house to meet the fiance and see the ring and then I let them buy me dinner. I was home by 9:00, so the whole ordeal was 5 hours long. And I do mean LOOOOONG. It was awkward, of course. Still, I'm glad I did it. It made my mom so happy to see us together. And besides, how often do you get to save another human being from discomfort and embarrassment?

Don't get me wrong. We aren't going to be buds. I realize that my sister still/eternally has competition and anger issues. I know her patterns, I've had a lifetime to observe them -- when she gets stressed, when life doesn't go her way, she gets mean and vindictive. I am not putting myself in harm's way in the future, just because last night didn't end in bruising and bloodshed.

But I helped her save face and I made my mother happy. And I ordered dessert! (Peppermint ice cream.) I believe that last night just might be my ticket to heaven.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Now it seems slightly scary



The ivy covered outfield of beautiful Wrigley Field is famous. But now I wonder, is it dangerous, too?

Last night I saw the movie The Ruins, in which the evil force is neither man nor beast but hungry killer vines. I shall now be a little frightened every time our phenomenal new right fielder Kosuke Fukodome chases one to the wall. And, for the love of God, Kosuke, OBSERVE THE GROUND RULE DOUBLE REG! Do not put your hand into the plants to retrieve a ball under any circumstances. Really. You could find yourself giving up more than a run!

I turn my back for a moment and IT ALL FALLS APART!

I went out last night instead of flipping back and forth between the Cubs game* and American Idol. And look what happened!

Michael Johns was voted off!

PEOPLE! What's up here? There was nothing wrong with his version of "Dream On." And I'm still a-swooning from his rendition of "It's All Wrong, But It's All Right." I don't think he belonged in the bottom 3, much less sent packing!

Idol is now bereft of eye candy. I'm so sad!

*They won, sweeping the series. Hey, hey! Holy mackerel! No doubt about it! The Cubs are on their way!

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Well it is what I am, after all

Liberated from Kwizgiver (of course). I do love the Jackie O glasses.



You Belong in the Baby Boomer Generation



You fit in best with people born between 1943 and 1960.

You are optimistic, rebellious, and even a little self centered.

You still believe that you will change the world.

You detest authority and rules. Deep down, you're a non conformist.

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

THURSDAY THIRTEEN #61 -- A Legendary Tale of Lunacy, Firearms … and Baseball


THIRTEEN FACTS ABOUT

THE REAL "NATURAL"


This is the sad-but-true story of Eddie Waitkus, the inspiration for The Natural starring Robert Redford. Alas, what follows doesn’t have a happy Hollywood ending.

1) Eddie Waitkus was both a decorated WWII veteran and an All-Star first baseman who played for the Cubs, the Phillies and the Orioles.

2) However, he’s best known as the player who was shot by
a young, beautiful and very looney fan in a Chicago hotel in 1949.


3) She was 19-year-old Ruth Ann Steinhagen. She became obsessed with Eddie when he played for her hometown Cubs. She was furious when he was traded to the Phillies and plotted to destroy him when he returned to Chicago with his new team.

4) Ruth Ann may have been crazy but she wasn’t dumb. She did her homework, checking into the hotel where the Phillies stayed in Chicago and using the name of one of Eddie’s real-life girlfriends.

5) She went to Wrigley Field for the Cub/Phillies game, then returned to the hotel she and Eddie “shared” for a few drinks. She wrote him a note, signed it with her alias, and paid a bellboy $5 to deliver it while she went up to her room. Eddie showed up at her door, hoping for romance.

6) Instead he got a single shotgun blast to the chest. Ruth Ann immediately called the front desk and told the clerk, “I just shot Eddie Waitkus.” If she hadn’t reported her own crime so quickly, he probably would have bled to death.

7) The bullet pierced his lung and lodged between his heart and spine. Because of the location, surgeons decided it was safest to leave the bullet where it was.

8) The next day, after several hours on the operating table, Eddie awoke in his hospital room to police officers and Ruth Ann. He identified her to the authorities with one word, “Shooter.” He later added that he had never met her before and had no idea why she would shoot him.

9) Eddie required four more surgeries and months of rehabilitation in Clearwater, Florida. He heroically returned to the Phillies in 1950 and hit .284 in Philadelphia’s pennant-winning effort.

10) In 1951, Eddie married and started a family that would grow to include a son and daughter.

11) Ruth Ann Steinhagen was tried and found “not guilty” due to insanity. She was committed to a state hospital, underwent shock treatments, and was judged sane and released in 1952.

12) After his career ended in 1955, Eddie suffered through divorce and battled alcoholism. He supported himself by working with kids at Ted Williams’ baseball camp each summer. He often collected unemployment during the winter months.

13) He died in a veterans’ hospital in 1972 at the age of 53. His son blames the bullet that remained in his body for all those years for his father’s lung cancer, saying, "Steinhagen was more successful than she thought.”


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Golden Goodie Blast from the Past

A former client contacted me yesterday. He was Mr. Important at a west coast company I worked with back in 2000-2002. His company chose to quit working with the agency I was with … I switched agencies … There was really no need for us stay in contact so we drifted apart.

He happened to come upon my name on a phone list (long story) and shot me an email, referencing my position at my current agency and mentioning how much he enjoyed working with me. How nice! His son is looking at colleges in the Chicago area and he promised to call me next time he's in town … maybe we could go to a Cub game.

I don't think that will ever happen, but it isn't the point. It made me so happy that a Mr. Important would remember little old me after more than 5 years. And he even remembered that I'm a Cub fan! Just yesterday I wrote that we should tell those who are important to us. I guess this is proof, huh?

Things are tenuous at work and on top of it, I took today off. (I had a migraine this morning at about 4:00 AM that felt like it split my head in half.) But this cheers me up. Knowing there are Mr. Importants out there who believe I'm good at my job gives me faith that I'll find work again if I have to.

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Important to know

Found this at Kwizgiver's. I probably could have scored higher, but refused to consider my pets as "an additional food source."


How Long Could You Survive Trapped In Your Own Home?
Created by OnePlusYou

I miss him

My best friend, I mean.

There are a dozen pissy little things bothering me today. None are huge, all are probably PMS exacerbated.* I have a project to do that just doesn't excite me … I made a hole in the wall under my sink and if I wasn't stuck at the office (not working on a project because it doesn't excite me), I could be repairing it … I can't voice any of my professional ennui because MORE coworkers were laid off today … It's tiring to pretend I care when I have never even met them … I didn't work out at lunch today and feel especially fat and lazy …

And I just know if he was here, it would all somehow be better. I think I'll write him an email that says that. Those who are important to us deserve to know it, don't they?

*I'm 50, dammit! When can I put periods and being a hormone hostage behind me?

Thinking of songs ...


Here's my second Tuesday Tunes:

What music related tv shows do you or have you watched? I am sadly addicted to American Idol. There should be a support group for people like me.

Have you ever gone to see a movie just for the music?
No.

What is you favorite music related movie?
(Blushing and averting my eyes) The Sound of Music.

A sad old song that's stuck in my head

Talking in Your Sleep (as recorded by Crystal Gayle)

Three o'clock in the mornin'
And it looks like it's gonna be
Another sleepless night
I've been listenin' to your dreams
And gettin' very low
Wond'rin' what I can do

Maybe I'm bein' foolish
'Cause I haven't heard you mention
Anybody's name at all
How I wish I could be sure
It's me that turns you on
Each time you close your eyes
I've heard it said that dreamers never lie

You've been talkin' in your sleep
Sleepin' in your dreams
With some sweet lover
Holdin' on so tight
Lovin' her the way
You used to love me
Talkin' in your sleep
With lovin' on your mind

Maybe I'm bein' foolish
'Cause I haven't heard you mention
Anybody's name at all
How I wish I could be sure
It's me that turns you on
Each time you close your eyes
I've heard it said that dreamers never lie

You've been talkin' in your sleep
Sleepin' in your dreams
With some sweet lover
Holdin' on so tight
Lovin' her the way
You used to love me
Talkin' in your sleep
With lovin' on your mind

Monday, April 07, 2008

I'm so into it

I am genuinely happy to see Paula, Randy, Ryan and Simon on Larry King Live. I love American Idol. I'm so into it that right now I may very well be on the verge of pathetic. If Randy refers to Larry King as "dawg," I'll die of completion.

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Greetings from Geek Heaven

As I write this, I'm watching Abigail Adams tearfuly marry off her only daughter in the HBO mini-series. This came on right after the King documentary on The History Channel. And this morning, I finished book, The Day Lincoln Was Shot.

Except for the time spent listening to the Cubs kick Astro ass as I replaced the shelf paper under the sink, I have been ensconced in American history. It's been an exciting and emotional ride and I've enjoyed it enormously.

"Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been ..."




Your Old Fashioned Name Is...



Elinor Gosebourne


Saturday, April 05, 2008

Now THIS is why God made Saturdays!

It's sunny and in the low-to-mid 60ºs! I celebrated by walking my 10,000 steps through the park and along the side streets to and from the cheapie pet store (where Friskies are only 38¢/can!). Most gloriously of all, I had Pat and Ron in my headphones. So I exercised AND economized. I am happy.

I love my Cubs broadcast team. Especially on a day like today, when the Cubs come from behind to win! Unflappable Pat reports the play-by-play and Ronnie (Cubs great Ron Santo) provides the heart, and the insights of someone who played All Star-caliber third base in Wrigley Field.

The games on TV are enjoyable for sure. But there is nothing like wandering around town on a bright sunny day with Pat and Ron company. All the better when DLee goes 4-for-4 and Kerry Wood gets the save.

Still the gold standard when it comes to obnoxious Beatle Birds

Yoko Ono has leapt to the defense of Heather Mills, encouraging the former Lady McCartney to "do her very best and try to survive."

I'm sure the $50 million that Sir Paul's ex will receive will make "surviving" a little easier. To put it in perspective, according to Great Britain national statistics, households in London have the highest total average income in the UK and that is approximately the equivalent of $77,000/year. Average households throughout Great Britain "survive" on less.

And these women wonder why the public dislikes them. To paraphrase Jennifer Aniston's assessment of Brad Pitt, each of these Beatle Birds seems to be missing a sensitivity chip.

Shame on me!

I let economizing and PMS get the best of me! Yesterday for lunch, instead of working out, I went to Border's because I had a soon-to-expire coupon for 25% off and I NEEDED new headphones. (No, really. Without my iPod I am simply not myself!)

To make it worse, I also bought a chocolate bunny wrapped in gold foil and wearing a little red ribbon. This year, at Easter, my mom gave me little Tootsie Rolls and jelly beans. It was fine, but I missed having a chocolate bunny. It was on sale. I'm PMS-ing. And who knew Border's had chocolate?

To make it even worse, I stopped at McDonald's for lunch on the way back. PMS protein cravings took over. I chose a QP with cheese because it's fewer calories than a Big Mac. Somehow that made me feel virtuous.

At 3:30, our office had a party to celebrate the start of baseball season. I knew the beer cart would be there (a major beer company is one of our clients) and that Cub and White Sox cookies would be provided so we could declare our team affiliation. I passed on the beer and cookies but instead grabbed what I didn't expect -- a hotdog and a bag of peanuts. I figured: free dinner. Again, I'm taking my resolution to economize seriously.

But what I did yesterday was UNwise and UNhealthy. Bad for my skin. Bad for my heart. Bad for incredily big thighs and round, round tummy. Bad for my self esteem.

Move more, Gal. Eat better, Gal. Drink more WATER, Gal. I realize it's as important as saving money.

Friday, April 04, 2008

Where are you?

As we reach the anniversaries of the murders of MLK and Bobby Kennedy, I am becoming sadder and sadder about all we lost, and what might have been. Remembering 1968 makes me more and more nervous about the Obama/Clinton stand off.

The Democrat nominated here in Chicago in 1968 wasn't Gene McCarthy and it sure wasn't Bobby. It was the compromise candidate, Hubert Humphrey. And we ended up with President Richard Nixon.

I know that John Edwards is sensitive to the legacies of Kennedy and King. Perhaps he is waiting until the anniversary of Bobby's murder (June 6) to make his much awaited endorsement.

It's time for this primary contest to end. We aren't talking about policies nor issues anymore. We're simply waiting for Hillary to give up or for Obama to self destruct. I don't think either is likely to happen. We may, however, just continue watching two good candidates beat and bruise and weaken one another.

I'd feel better if I knew that Gore and John Edwards were talking, perhaps Bill Richardson, too. I have never believed that Howard Dean had the sense the Lord gave a duck, and I want to know that people who are objective, those who have my party and my country's best interests at heart, are talking about the end game here. I don't want to see a repeat of 1968.

Plus, I miss John Edwards' hair and magnolia voice.

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

THURSDAY THIRTEEN #60 -- Here's to the Coolest Guy in the Universe


THIRTEEN OF PAUL NEWMAN'S
BEST -- AND COOLEST --
PERFORMANCES


The good people at dictionary.com define “cool” as “calmly audacious or impudent,” “socially adept,” and “great, fine, excellent.” Using these definitions, I hereby declare Paul Newman the coolest guy in the universe. Yes, he’s a world-class philanthropist, donating scads of cash each year. Sure he’s a consistent, involved political activist. I love that he's been married to the same woman for nearly half a century. Of course, all that’s cool. But most of all, he’s delivered decades of indelibly cool movie performances. Here are 13 of my favorites:

1. Cool Hand Luke. (1967) The cornerstone of the faith, the ultimate Newman-rebel role, and a highly entertaining movie. Luke gets arrested for a pointless act of vandalism (cutting the tops off parking meters) and ends up on a chain gang. This is not the place for Luke, because he simply cannot conform. He thinks too much, sees the bullshit too clearly, to ever take the easy route. Yet he’s funny and charismatic, a hero to the other inmates. This movie has a lot of terrific scenes – the egg-eating competition, the highway paving scene, Luke’s harrowing “night in the box,” Luke on the run and his final conversation with God (“what we have here is a failure to communicate”). But for me the most memorable moment is Luke sitting on his bunk, mourning the death of the much-loved mother he disappointed time and again, by singing, “I don’t care if it rains and freezes long as I got my plastic Jesus riding on the dashboard of my car …”

2. Hud. (1963) My favorite Newman performance. He’s a ruthless, heartless SOB who believes to his very core that the ends justify the means. And yet, even though we know all about this bastard, even after he lies and rapes and nearly destroys his family, we keep hoping he’ll find redemption. When towards the end of the movie Hud cynically cracks that he’s like this because, “My Mama used to love me, but she died,” he breaks my heart, because I suspect that for the first time, he's spoken the truth.

3. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. (1969) George Clooney recently said Newman and Redford are the last real movie stars, and this movie shows us why. So handsome, so charming, with such beautiful blue eyes and such amazing smiles, that we almost forget that these two are doomed from the start. The movie moves slowly to a tragic ending, but we have so much fun along the way that we almost forget how inevitable their demise is, too.

4. The Verdict. (1982) Frank Galvin is an alcoholic lawyer who is way, way past his prime. But a case falls into his lap that touches something deep in him, a respect for life and justice and the law that he thought he lost. His need to regain his real sense of self is at once redemptive and cool.

5. The Hustler. (1961) Who knew that pool could be exciting to watch? Who knew that Carrie White’s mom (Piper Laurie) was once lovely and sympathetic? Who knew Jackie Gleason could act? And most of all, who knew that talent doesn’t always accompany character? A terrific film, with a towering performance by Paul Newman as Fast Eddie Felson. He won his only acting Oscar decades later for reprising the role in The Color of Money.

6. Sweet Bird of Youth. (1962) Chance Wayne (I love that name) is almost the opposite of Fast Eddie. He’s an undertalented actor who gets by on his looks, his attitude and his gifted way in bed. Yet even ultra-cool Chance can get tripped up by something as uncool and corny as love, true love.

7. Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. (1958) Brick has problems with a forceful father, Big Daddy, played by Burl Ives. Brick may be Big Daddy’s favorite son, but he doesn’t understand him one bit. Neither does Brick’s gorgeous, frustrated wife, an obscenely carnal Elizabeth Taylor. She acts as though the lack of loving from her husband just might kill her. When she tells him that she feels like a cat on a hot tin roof, he cooly advises her to, “Jump off the roof. Cats jump off roofs and land uninjured.”

8. Harper. (1966) A "so cool he’s cold as ice" PI who has seen it all and has an answer for everything. Yet when he’s confronted with the mystery of what happened to some rich guy named Sampson, even he is rattled by the missing man’s decadent family and lifestyle. Unlike Hud, at the last moment, Harper does the right thing. He’s as surprised by this as we are. After all, Harper’s philosophy is, “The bottom is full of nice people. Only bastards and cream rise.”

9. Slap Shot. (1977) One of the funniest, most profane sports movies ever made. Newman is Reggie Dunlap, player/coach of a failing hockey team. Reg discovers that the way to save the team is to give the public what it wants. No, not a winning hockey team. The team becomes popular when they go lowest-common-denominator – fighting and playing dirty at every opportunity. I'm no prude, but my favorite line of line of dialog – Reggie taunting an opposing player with an observation about his wife – is too vulgar for even ME to repeat. Which is not to say it’s not funny. And you’ll never forget the Hanson brothers.

10. Nobody’s Fool. (1994) A very traditional, predictable movie, but still, it has its moments – and they are all courtesy of Newman. Unlike a lot of major movie stars (Jack Nicholson comes to mind), he doesn’t dominate the screen, he inhabits it, and plays wonderfully with his fellow actors. Watch him charm Jessica Tandy, banter with Bruce Willis, woo Melanie Griffith, and bond with his young grandson. He makes Sully an unforgettable smalltown character.

11. Absence of Malice. (1981) Newman is Michael Gallagher, related to, but not involved with, some very unsavory characters. Imagine Michael Corleone gone good. He becomes the target of law enforcement, and then of the press, and even though he hasn’t done anything, his reputation is damaged. He gets his revenge by staying cool, keeping his head and simply being smarter than everyone else.

12. The Long, Hot Summer. (1958) Newman’s first film with his long-time, off-screen leading lady, Joanne Woodward. He played Ben Quick, a loner who rolls into a sleepy Southern town and heats everything up. In fact, there are rumors that he’s an arsonist. But the town’s leading citizen (Orson Welles) overlooks that and hires Quick, hoping romance will spark between Ben and Clara, his schoolmarm daughter. Sparky fly alright. Boy, do they ever!

13. From the Terrace. (1960) Another Newman-Woodward collaboration. Even though this movie is kinda soapy, I still find it very relevant. How should we define success? Newman’s character has a life that looks completely terrific from the outside – great job with a lot of room for advancement, a wife on his arm who is a business asset. But this life feels fraudulent and pointless to him. So he makes the choice to be true to himself, which is the coolest choice of all.

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Has anybody seen my sense of Zen?

I had it throughout the week of my vacation. I even had it Monday and yesterday. But today? It's GONE!

Instead of working out, I'm having pizza, Coke and a chocolate chip cookie for lunch. And waiting, waiting and waiting for the work we're presenting tomorrow to go through the approval channels. And fixating on how I believe we're concentrating our resources on the wrong part of the presentation.

I must stop this. I have to stop subsisting on sugar and caffeine and worrying about that which isn't my responsibility. Yes, I'm presenting tomorrow. But so are two vice presidents. I have to learn to let go and let them take the reins.

Remember the movie Broadcast News? At times like this I can be very much like Jane (Holly Hunter). Her boss admonishes her, "It must be nice to always think you know best, to always be the smartest one in the room." "No," she replies in all sincerity, "it's awful."

If I remain in Jane mode, my sense of Zen shall never return.

Ah, Love!

So here's a photo of Sir Paul on vacation, enjoying the sunny shores of Antigua. His companion is Nancy Shevell, and (according to the Daily Mail), she is pointing out a starfish. Nancy Shevell is active in NY politics and has a terrific body for a 47-year-old! I wish them every happiness. Especially since Heather Mills has hired an attorney to force the publication of court documents that will "expose" Paul's abusive behavior and reveal Heather to be the blameless party.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Tuesday Tunes

Word association week: Remember name the first song/album/artist/musical style that comes to mind when you see the following 10 words.

Camera: Kodachrome, Paul Simon
Married:
That's the Way I Always Heard It Should Be, Carly Simon ("The couples cling and claw and drown in love's debris")
Lost:
Lost in Love, Air Supply (?)*
Grin:
Jane, Barenaked Ladies ("Was dazzled by her smile while I shoplift there")
Rest:
Sunday Morning, Maroon 5 ("Come and rest your bones with me")
Environment:
Mother Nature's Son, Beatles ("Find me in my field of grass--Mother Nature's son, Swaying daises sing a lazy song beneath the sun.")
Hippie: For What It's Worth, Buffalo Springfield
Betrayal:
Heard It Through the Grapevine, Marvin Gaye ("Between the two of us guys, you know I love you more")
Emotion:
Emotions, Samantha Sang*
Dream: Dream a Little Dream of Me, Mama Cass

*I REALLY dislike thse songs. But they are the first ones that popped into my head.

To play Tuesday Tunes yourself, click here.

Monday, March 31, 2008

Heads & Tails #13

This week's theme -- in honor of April 1 -- is "fool." The first thing that popped into my mind was "The Fool on the Hill," originally on the Beatles' Magical Mystery Tour. I've heard Paul perform this live, and I'm still touched by the purity of his voice on the "round and round and round" part. (Dear God! I'm starting to sound like Paula Abdul on Idol!)

Here are the lyrics:

Day after day,
Alone on a hill,
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see that he's just a fool,
And he never gives an answer,

But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning 'round.

Well on the way,
Head in a cloud,
The man of a 1000 voices talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him,
Or the sound he appears to make,
And he never seems to notice,

But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning 'round.

And nobody seems to like him,
They can tell what he wants to do,
And he never shows his feelings,

But the fool on the hill,
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning 'round.

Ooh, ooh,
Round and round and round.

And he never listens to them,
He knows that they're the fools
They don't like him,

The fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning 'round.

Ooh,
Round and round and round

For more information, or to play along yourself, visit the Heads or Tails site.

I couldn't turn my back on them

It's after 6:00 and I'm just now leaving the office. No, I wasn't especially swamped with work on this, my first day back from vacation. I just couldn't leave espn.com until the outcome of Opening Day was decided and the game went into extra innings.

Ok, so we lost. And on Ernie Banks Day at that! Let's not forget that it was just the first game of a long and sure-to-be entertaining season. I'm just glad my boys are back.

"Nobody deserves this more"


So said Cubs All-Star third baseman and radio announcer Ron Santo at the unveiling of Ernie Banks' statue today, Opening Day, right in front of Wrigley Field.

Ernie was the first Cub player I ever "knew," my first baseball hero when I was just a tiny gal. His stats were impressive -- including 2 consecutive MVP awards and 512 homeruns. But most of all, it was Ernie's enthusiasm and charm and sportsmanship that enchanted me.

"Let's play two!" he would announce on even the cloudiest days, or even during the longest losing streak. He's the one who christened Chicago's enduring tabernacle of baseball "the friendly confines of Wrigley Field."

I love Ernie Banks, my mom loves Ernie Banks, and I'm teaching my nephew to love him, too, just as my dad and my grandparents are loving him from heaven. The whole city loves him, that's why the Mayor declared today "Ernie Banks Day." He typifies what being a Cub fan is about. And Ronnie's right, no one deserves an honor at that ballpark more.

Sunday, March 30, 2008

So many great broads, so many books to read, so little time

I am completely into the John Adams HBO mini-series, especially Abigail Adams as portrayed by Laura Linney. Sure, I knew she was the wife of one President and the mother to another. But I had no idea she was such a strong and inspirational force. Her marriage was a true partnership, as well as a love story. I'm eager to learn more about her, but I already have a book about another First Lady, the much-maligned Mary Lincoln, on my on-deck circle.

Who bears "the biggest burden" during this war?


A wise and sensitive man once said, "War, at its best, is terrible … It has deranged businesses and ruined homes and produced a national debt …" That was Abraham Lincoln back in the 1860s. It's true today.

Dick Cheyney, a most unwise and insensitive man, said that, when it comes to Iraq, "The president carries the biggest burden, obviously. He's the one who has to make the decision to commit young Americans, but we are fortunate to have a group of men and women, the all-volunteer force, who voluntarily put on the uniform and go in harm's way for the rest of us." For ABC's coverage of Cheyney's comments, click here.

I don't believe that the President carries a bigger burden than the kids (and they all look achingly young to me) "who voluntarily put on the uniform." I think every one of those soldiers, sailors and marines are heroes, even though I am completely disillusioned by this war.

To show my respect and gratitude, I am sending a package filled with travel-sized shampoo and body wash to Operation Shoebox. This wonderful group is committed to sending "support, snacks and personal care items" to those deployed in Iraq and Afghanistan. It's a small gesture but it makes me happy to do it, and I hope it makes one of those brave young souls "who voluntarily put on the uniform" feel a little more comfortable, and reassured that many of us still believe they carry the biggest burden of all.

To donate items, mail them to:

Operation Shoebox
PO Box 1465
Belleview, FL 34421-1465

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Picked up at Skittles' Place

If I were …

If I were a direction I’d be… right.

If I were furniture I’d be… a swivel chair.

If I were a liquid I’d be… Coca Cola Classic.

If I were a sin I’d be… sloth.

If I were a gem/stone I’d be… lapis

If I were a metal I’d be… copper

If I were a tree I’d be… a mighty oak.

If I were a fruit I’d be… a green grape

If I were a flower I’d be… carnation.

If I were weather I’d be… highly changeable and hard to predict.

If I were a music instrument I’d be… Paul McCartney's bass.

If I were an element I’d be… water.

If I were a color I’d be… cobalt blue.

If I were an animal I’d be… an independent feline.

If I were a sound I’d be… a cat's purr.

If I were a lyric I’d be… "Pride can hurt you, too," The Beatles' "She Loves You"

If I were a song I’d be… "You Don't Know Me," by Ray Charles

If I were a music type I’d be… pop

If I were a perfume/cologne I’d be… SJP's Lovely

If I were a feeling I’d be… erratic.

If I were a book I’d be… Reckless Youth by Nigel Hamilton

If I were food I’d be… an egg

If I were a city I’d be… Chicago

If I were a taste I’d be… chocolatey

If I were a scent I’d be… available in a light cologne, a rich lotion and a fragrant bubble bath.

If I were a word I’d be… "gubernatorial" (my all-time favorite word).

If I were a verb I’d be… flex.

If I were an object I’d be… a big, oversized shoulderbag with lots of pockets.

If I were a piece of clothing I’d be… a carefully broken-in sweatshirt.

If I were a body part I’d be… skin.

If I were an facial expression I’d be… bemused.

If I were a cartoon character I’d be… Eeyore.

If I were a movie I’d be… The Way We Were

If I were a geometrical figure I’d be… something with parallel lines

If I were one of the 4 seasons I’d be… Autumn.

If I were a sentence I’d be… "I really don't need this shit."

So you have seen my answers. If you're going to play, maybe you'd like to see Barb's answers, too, at Skittles' Place.

Friday, March 28, 2008

I'm not the only one enjoying spring break



From the New York Post March 27, 2008 -- Paul McCartney and Nancy Shevell were seen riding bikes in Jumby Bay, Antigua

From the New York Metropolitan Transit Authority
Member Nancy Shevell
Recommended by: Governor of New York
Date Appointed:
June 18, 2001
Term Expires:
June 30, 2011
Board Committees:
Chair: Capital Construction/Planning and Real Estate; Member: Finance, Audit, Governance, Long Island Rail Road/Long Island Bus, Bridges and Tunnels

Gossip that I'm repeating without attribution

According to a source close to Ms Shevell and her then-husband, Bruce, she and Sir Paul have known each other for more than 10 years. She was a friend of Paul's first wife, Linda, who died of breast cancer in 1998. Ms. Shevell was diagnosed with breast cancer the year after Linda and the two women fought the disease together.

I have high hopes for this one. I love romance and would love seeing Sir Paul enjoy a happy ending. (Even though it looks like this Nancy IS a Republican.)