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‘Nother contretemps with RTT last night. No screaming or hysterical invective on my part. Just this sense that I’m very, very tired of all of it. It’s dawned on me over the last few days that I’m maintaining this household mainly so that the dogs will have somewhere to live. Robin spends as little time here as possible – his life is in Ithaca where we would never be able to get a place because we have two dogs. So we live ten miles out of town. High country. Insanely beautiful, but not my scene either. I’m so-oo isolated. I crave companionship.
And I don’t even like the dogs that much. I mean, they’re sweet, they’re helpless, I could never shaft them – but I’m not that much of a dog person…
Have been working my ass off with a due date of Tuesday, July 20. I think it’s very unlikely I’ll accomplish everything I need to accomplish by Tuesday. And then what happens? I have no safety net.
Finished Amy Sohn’s Prospect Park West which was just a delight, true escapism. Watching a BBC miniseries on the life of Lillie Langtry. Reading up on Mel Gibson’s romantic woes – even the sleazy tabloids are useless to me these days in my hour of need because I don’t know who 90% of todays’s celebrities are. Khourtney? Kloe? Kendra? Who the fuck are they?
But Mel Gibson I know because I’ve had a crush on him since The Year of Living Dangerously, and I always figured his real personality was exactly like the Lethal Weapon guy. I don’t care if he uses the n-word (yes, my knee-jerk liberalism is such that I can never bring myself to spell it out) in the privacy of his own home. I don’t even care if he’s anti-Semetic , and I’m a Jew. He shouldn't have hit her no matter the provocation, but again I don't know what that provocation was. I’ve known so many people like that – accepting on a person-by-person basis, grotesquely prejudiced when it comes stereotyping other humans. Some of the most hateful people I’ve ever known have had uber-liberal politics. More often than you might think, the bigoted gun nuts are open-hearted. Plus they generally have better senses of humor. Go figure.
Back to work. Deep sigh…
And I don’t even like the dogs that much. I mean, they’re sweet, they’re helpless, I could never shaft them – but I’m not that much of a dog person…
Have been working my ass off with a due date of Tuesday, July 20. I think it’s very unlikely I’ll accomplish everything I need to accomplish by Tuesday. And then what happens? I have no safety net.
Finished Amy Sohn’s Prospect Park West which was just a delight, true escapism. Watching a BBC miniseries on the life of Lillie Langtry. Reading up on Mel Gibson’s romantic woes – even the sleazy tabloids are useless to me these days in my hour of need because I don’t know who 90% of todays’s celebrities are. Khourtney? Kloe? Kendra? Who the fuck are they?
But Mel Gibson I know because I’ve had a crush on him since The Year of Living Dangerously, and I always figured his real personality was exactly like the Lethal Weapon guy. I don’t care if he uses the n-word (yes, my knee-jerk liberalism is such that I can never bring myself to spell it out) in the privacy of his own home. I don’t even care if he’s anti-Semetic , and I’m a Jew. He shouldn't have hit her no matter the provocation, but again I don't know what that provocation was. I’ve known so many people like that – accepting on a person-by-person basis, grotesquely prejudiced when it comes stereotyping other humans. Some of the most hateful people I’ve ever known have had uber-liberal politics. More often than you might think, the bigoted gun nuts are open-hearted. Plus they generally have better senses of humor. Go figure.
Back to work. Deep sigh…
