Well, dear readers, here we are on a lovely Sunday, the start of a brand spanking new week, a week that will be busier than busy, and which will also usher in a brand spanking new month, a little month I like to call August. Yes, Virginia, somehow July is almost over, and I have to tell you it flew by like a gazelle in a mustard plaster. Does anyone still wear a mustard plaster? What is a mustard plaster anyway? And who on Earth would wear one, whatever the HELL it is? I wouldn’t go anywhere near anything called a mustard plaster, would you? I wouldn’t even go anywhere near a ketchup plaster or even a catsup plaster. I wouldn’t go anywhere near a plaster, mustard or otherwise, for that or any other matter. Why am I talking about a fershluganah mustard plaster when I could be talking about my straight hair? I have troublesome hair, especially with what’s left in front – it always wants to go in odd shapes when I blow dry it and I have more and more trouble trying to get it to be straight. I’ve been using a straightening gel, but I do not like such things and while it does help, I don’t like the way my hair feels with that guck in it. Well, I’m happy to say I have discovered a product known as the straightening iron. What a marvelous invention. You simply plug it in, heat it up, and then grab various and sundried bits of hair, stick it in the contraption, and voila, your hair is straight. I love my new straightening iron and my new straight hair. It now looks much more like when Teddy finishes with my hair. I shall bring it with me to New York, New York, so that everyone can marvel at my marvelously marvelous straight hair. Has anyone noticed that this entire paragraph is about a gazelle, a mustard plaster, and a straight hair? Oh, and the end of July/beginning of August. Speaking of August, yesterday it was still July and I was planning to sleep in, and I would have had I not forgotten that she of the Evil Eye was to come and clean. The doorbell awakened me at nine. Before I beat a hasty retreat, I did manage to do the Milla amazon and CD Baby listings (not sure how long it will take for the amazon to show up, but the CD Baby one won’t show up for a week or two because they actually have to receive the CDs, enter the track samples and art, etc, whereas amazon listings go up pretty quickly. Then I left and did a few errands, after which I returned and did absolutely nothing. I did eat some dinner, but mostly I sat on my couch like so much fish, just me and my straight hair.
Last night, I managed to finish watching a motion picture on DVD entitled Isadora. It was an infuriating experience, because what’s on view is beautifully directed and acted, but the film lurches from scene to scene and it never seems to take hold. This is because the film was cut by forty minutes after its road show release – it originally ran just under 170 minutes, and now it runs around 130. Those forty minutes probably make the film have some clarity and it probably makes the style more coherent and its flashback structure more comprehensible. I do hope Universal gets around to releasing the complete version, because I suspect it would be well worth viewing, if only for the magnificent performance of Miss Vanessa Redgrave, who is extraordinary as the non-conforming Miss Duncan. Even as herky-jerky as it was, I really enjoyed it. The transfer on view on the enhanced DVD (from a friend) is very good.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below, whilst I begin work on my new novel – The Gazelle, The Mustard Plaster, and the Hair Straightener. That sounds like a Peter Greenaway film, doesn’t it?
Today I shall do as little as possible. I shall relax, recharge and get ready for an impossibly busy week. Tomorrow alone, I have to do one annoying errand in the early morning, then I have to meet with the Kritzerland accountant, then I have to do a million other things having to do with NYMF and The Brain, including sending out several checks and one contract, then I have an alumni association meeting, then I have an LACC Foundation meeting. I won’t get home until after eight. I also have to continue dealing with the funding situation for our November fundraiser, and I’m telling you here and now and also now and here, we need your strongest most positive and excellent vibes and xylophones for a quick and happy resolution.
The rest of the week is filled with meetings, and work sessions, and meetings, and telephonic calls, and e-mail volleys and even some whatnot thrown in for good measure. I have to get everything done so that I can come to New York on Sunday with nothing on my mind but casting The Brain and seeing all of our lovely hainsies/kimlets.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do as little as possible so I can greet tomorrow with great purpose and energy. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s free-for-all day, the day in which you dear readers get to make with the topics and we all get to post about them. So, let’s have loads of lovely topics and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst we dream of gazelles, mustard plasters, and straight hair.