Category: Video

“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…)

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Who needs the media?

. . . when you’ve got not only New York City cab drivers, but also friends who work for the White House?

I’ll get back to my latest taxi conversation — along with a video from Pinky & The Brain, and a plea for an environmental VETO by Governor Cuomo — but first, my White House insider’s report.

So, Friday I was texting my friend who works for the Executive Office of the President. We’ll call this friend “X.” X has been through a few different administrations, in what I’ll call a production job. X’s office is a few blocks from the West Wing, but X works for the President. That is, if the current President would get it together enough to put X and colleagues to work. Talk about your human waste.

Here’s our conversation, starting with X answering my question: “How it’s going down there in DC?”

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Wave to your tax dollars, everybody! People you’re paying for are patiently waiting for the Transition Team to give them something to do!

It’s nice having a good friend like X. I’ve seen the Oval Office (during Obama’s time), and even sat in the President’s box at the ballet once. POTUS and FLOTUS were out of town that weekend, but talk about cool!! I remember when X and I stepped into the box from the Presidential private lounge (stocked with champagne and M&Ms), and all heads turned to look at us. And then turned away, unimpressed.

Anyhoo, on to my next topic. I got some nice feedback on my last taxicab political chat, so I thought I’d share a new one. (more…)