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So this is Faygo, my cat. Rannie Turnigan came over a few months ago, shot some photos of me and one or two of my furry roommate. Last week he featured this one on his site.
Cariwyl insists that Faygo is more wolf than feline and has even gone as far as to call her "Wolf Cat." The proof is now on film. After Faygo lays out in a sunbeam this morning, she will avoid silver bullets and commune spiritually with Jack London.
I’m super proud of my cousin Jud Smith, a sculptor who has his first solo show at the respected Quicksilver Mine Co. Galley, about an hour north of San Francisco. Jud works in concrete and steel. I liken his work to wreckage dug from Pompeii, if Vesuvius erupted in 2415.
The show runs until the end of the year. See it if you can.
I was honored to be there.
Seems to be a video kinda day. My friend Victoria Zackheim and Elizabeth Rosner just wrote in to tell me of their appearance on ABC 7 here in San Francisco. They’re plugging Victoria’s new book "For Keeps: Women Tell the Truth about Their Bodies, Growing Older, and Acceptance".
Victoria’s an old friend so I’ve been razzing her about editing an anthology that I can actually contribute to. So, G-d willing and the creek don’t rise, her next anthology will be "Bratty Gen X Writers and their wiser Boomer Friends: A study in shared wisdom and Atari 2600 Mastery."
Men’s Weekend begins tomorrow so posting will be light until Monday.
Can’t wait. It’s only like the most fun weekend of the year.
September 11, 2001, one of the clearest days in my memory. I know exactly where I was. Laura and I still remember to chat every September 11. We call one another, catch up on world and national affairs and usually end talking about sandwiches from Le Petit Deli and the movie The Best Years of our Lives.
It’s our special thing and seems to make the day both a memory and but manageable one as well.
Six years. Still hurts some.
My friend Baratunde made this brilliant video called “I Hate the Smugness of Apple.” I love Apple but still think this is friggin’ hilarious.
The staff of Kevin Smokler.com recommends posing your friends like an iconic movie poster.
Update: And the lunacy continues.
My friend MJ has kissed enough people to have her own photo pool. Here’s me.
Ahoy. I am spending the latter part of the Thanksgiving holiday at my parent’s house in the Berkshire Mountains of Massachusetts. I return to California tomorrow.
