Category: Bad Guys

Advertising Is Garbage

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Part of the Earth Day campaign. (Before I proofread it, obvs.) More below.

So a lot has happened since I was here last. Michael Cohen. Rudy Giuliani. Scott Pruitt’s hearing. Eric Schneiderman’s bitch-slapping. And a porn star’s lawyer who makes more sense than any of ’em.

In better news, California (where I currently am, hanging out with my parents) will now require all new homes to have solar power. I just did a quick search for other good news, but it’s mostly boring stuff. Donald Glover’s (aka Childish Gambino) This Is America video is pretty cool.

Oh, I also did a couple of fun performances. (Here’s one of them.)

And Earth Day happened. Dunno who besides me really cares about that, but I had to get away from my computer, and into the woods . . .

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Plant-based hike.

So I went to Queens. Where I “hiked” with two Columbia friends through Forest Park, to the soothing sounds of the Jackie Robinson Parkway, after we’d eaten the vegan quiche I’d made, and pounded a few Bloody Marys around my friend’s kitchen table.

Because it had been a crazy couple’a weeks.

Remember the Earth Day pitch I made to the CEO? (Refresh your memory HERE.)

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Plant-based brunch.

Did I mention it was for one of the top ad agencies in the world? Pretty sure I didn’t. When I last wrote about it, the CEO of said ad agency had just referred me to the CFO and the building architecture person (the latter is the one who oversaw getting the place LEED-certified when the agency moved into it; dunno who besides me [and her] cares about that). Public Relations was at the meeting, too. They all loved it.

Then things got a little . . . weird. Read More…

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SAY something, already.

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(Not Justin Timberlake.)

I’m obsessed with the new Justin Timberlake single, “Say Something” — an acoustic, harmonic build of a song that inspires the heck out of me. I’m even trying to learn that rhythm on my uke, but I’m kind of a spaz. I’ll post a video below, but meantime here are some of the lyrics . . .

Everyone knows all about my direction.
And in my heart somewhere,
I want to go there. Still I don’t go there.
And everybody says, “Say something, then, say something. Say something, then, say something . . . ”

Trouble is, I deal with depression. Like, the icky, real kind of depression.

Jeez, I really didn’t want to admit that here. Pay no attention to the frightened girl behind the curtain! But some of my favorite people also deal with it, including my hero Rachel Maddow. Plus a lot of other cool peeps like Lady Gaga, Carrie Fisher (RIP), Kendrick Lamar, and pretty much any famous writer you’ve ever heard of, from Sylvia Plath to J.K. Rowling. Mine started in my 20s. Well, when I was a kid, it manifested as shyness — obviously I’ve cured myself of that! Now it’s an intermittent existential crisis that hits me in sloppy, irregular waves. Last week I felt like there wasn’t much of a point to anything; right now — after a weekend that included exercise, writing and fun social plans — I feel quite normal and happy.

PLUS: Tada!! I have a meeting today with the CEO of a place where I freelance, to pitch my creating and leading an Earth Day extravaganza for the company. Read More…

“I’m Dreaming of a Green Christmas…” (a video of yours truly)

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(My video is actually below.)

I’ve been watching a lot of cat videos lately.

Cute kittens frolicking with their mommies. Curious cats checking out newborn humans. Kitties playing with enormous dogs, or adopting baby ducklings. There are a LOT of cat videos out there. If you take a look at my YouTube history, you may want to do an intervention.

But sometimes I just need a break from this world gone bananas. Recent stories in the New York Times morning emails I receive often make me want to crawl back under the covers: The Republicans’ wickedly selfish tax bill was rammed through Congress. Trump cut a couple of national monuments in Utah by some two million acres. (Can you say “development”?) Of the 700 EPA employees who’ve quit since you-know-who took office, 300 were scientists and other pollution experts — and most aren’t being replaced. Plus more #MeToo news (or as I like to call it, #PussyGrabsBack), and Net Neutrality is kaput.

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Now do you understand my childhood crush? I mean, come ON, he’s sexy as hell, right?

At least I’m mostly over the death of David Cassidy. That’s another thing I was binging on: Partridge Family clips and songs. (I don’t think I’m pulling a Roy Moore here, since I basically reverted to my 8-year-old self for a while.) But I DID sing one of their songs in the house concert I had last weekend.

In better news, the tumor in my dad’s lung shrunk in half after his 12-week round of chemo, and he played paddle tennis every day on the long Caribbean cruise he and my mom just took; I’m hanging out in the SoCal ‘burbs with ’em now. Luckily their house didn’t burn down while they were gone, and the cough that my mom has had for the last decade or so was miraculously taken care of after my dad’s oncology nurse, Noli (he looks like a sumo wrestler in scrubs), insisted she get a chest x-ray. Plus I’ll see my adorbs nephew tomorrow.

Oh, who am I kidding, I’ve got a perpetual knot in my stomach from these bastards in Washington. My Dad is right there with me, although I STILL can’t get either of them to use fewer single-use items. ARGH! Dad, if you’re reading this, can you pleeease not use (and dispose of) a fresh piece of wax paper when you want to grate a little cheese? OMG.

ANYHOO, the whole reason I decided to post here on Christmas Eve is to share something FUN. In one of my very first posts, I included the lyrics to my environmental “White Christmas” parody . . .

Well, I updated those lyrics and sang the tune at the house concert last weekend. I wore my trusty plastic garbage bag. Please enjoy (and maybe keep in mind that my piano player had to cancel the night before)!

I have a confession, though: I think climate change may be my fault. (more…)