My paternal grandparents, whose fireplace actress Bea Lillie is posed next to, led a very glamorous life pretty much from the time they hooked up. Gramps was a writer-producer in the Golden Age of Radio and (very much) enjoyed the attendent perks and privileges of such. Me? I liked the stories. Like the one about [...]
Scanning My #$@! Photosâ„¢
I love my Toastmasters club because they are smart, kind, lively, loyal, fun-loving and passionate about becoming better communicators. But mostly, I love them because they have t-shirt night not once, but TWICE a year. Nerds rule. xxx c
Me, on a BirdsEye shoot in an Oregon field somewheres, back when I was cutting my own hair, smoking 2-3 packs of Marlboro reds/day, embracing the digital calculator watch as fashion accessory for the up-&-coming copywriter and posing like Patton without the slightest trace of irony. Well, okay, I was working the Patton thing a [...]
Me, selling more pre-communicatrix art at a later (1973) Gold Coast Art Fair. Ponied up for the license this time, too. Paid for the framing, taxes on sales and everything, even though Doting Grandfather offered to pay the expenses and let me enjoy the profit. Not my style. That shirt I’m wearing? 100% hair! And [...]
When I was growing up in Chicago in the 1960s, the Old Town Art Fair was a big, fat, hairy deal. I didn’t understand what “unjuried” meant. I didn’t understand what the term “entry fee” meant. All I knew was that my friend, Chicago Jan, lived in a building just off the main drag, that [...]
There are so many wrongs this picture reminds me of. Me, leaving the price tag on my new toque. My grandparents, seizing the free pass for unfettered hillbilly decorating that the 1970s provided to recover their spectacular, Mid-Century sofa in movie theater carpeting. My mother, letting me out of the house wearing Garanimals, The Holly [...]
Two years. Two looooong years ago today. I thank you for your continued patronage. After all, it takes 2 to tango. Peace out (or rabbit ears, depending) xxx c Photo of me and my radiantly beautiful sister circa 1999 by the most excellent Tom Lascher.
Happy Hallowe’en, suckahs! xxx c
Despite my busy-ness, despite my picayune woes, and mainly because I am both stubborn and perverse, I am going ahead with my monster plan for the next three weeks. Yes, from the obsessive neurons that brought you Cheering the Hell Upâ„¢ and Cleaning My Damned Apartmentâ„¢ comes the next 21-Day Saluteâ„¢, Scanning My #$@! Photosâ„¢. [...]
