Oh, I Think So

I used to work with two guys who had a joke between them and if they liked you they assumed you would also think it hilarious.  What was the cause of their hilarity?  There was a woman in the office who wore voluminous dresses that they termed caftans and they liked to rewrite songs to include the word caftan.  Dozens of songs, including obscure arias from operas that were no longer performed.  They are two sweet men who really shouldn't work together ever again because they wound each other up and kept winding each other up until the spring wound down and then they would wind it up again.  They were very proud of themselves about this whole thing except that it was funny to just them.  They found it so hilarious that they didn't understand why other people stopped laughing.  It amused them and it didn't hurt anyone but, really, only they got it.  I think I said Ha Ha Ha many times because they were quite clever but, again, it was their joke. A ...

In honor of the arrival of spring, I am taking a break. See you next week!

"Post Secret is an ongoing community art project where people mail in their secrets anonymously on one side of a postcard." That's the idea behind Post Secret.  Make an art postcard with your secret and send it to Frank Warren, the founder of Post Secret.  Frank gets hundreds and hundreds of secrets and he goes through and chooses which ones to share.  Secrets cover the gamut -- a woman who is annoyed that her mother-in-law buys her Costco muffins all the time and, two weeks later, that she was sorry she sent that secret because her mother-in-law is a wonderful, generous, caring woman; how someone didn't commit suicide and a year later was better; how someone wasn't sorry for turning in a criminal who  was doing hard time (it was a Polaroid showing the man celebrating at a Mexican restaurant, drinking a Margarita, and wearing a huge sombrero with a black strip over his face to protect his identity) -- and they're published by Frank every week. It's the...

I find winter to be one long damn bummer day after another, the days bleeding into weeks leaching into months of little sunlight, too much snow, and impossible cold.  It is, however, what it is and I, like most others, try to make the most of it.  One icy cold, difficult to negotiate day at time, right? This wintry mix lets us see things we always think of one way as something else altogether.  Behold!  Calder's Flamingo wearing a snow hat in the twilight-into-night of Federal Plaza. Flamingo, wearing the winter well

I love the Oscars.  I love the anticipation, the excitement, and the thrill of a host who has it together. Oscar fashion is often subjective but I will say this to anyone who is choosing a gown for the event:  If the dress is wearing you, then it's not the right dress. Who do I think will win?  Me!  I win!  Because I get to watch the Oscars!