get down with your bad self

in the last few months, i have had to think about and deal with death and dying more than any other time in my life. so recently, when i was in the car trying to blow off some steam and blasting the disco/hip hop music, i decided what kind of funeral i want when i die. (i've told brian, but i'm counting on you guys to remember and to help him follow through)

i want to have the usual memorial kind of service because it's good closure and a good time to get the crying out. but in addition to that, i want a dance. (if i live to a ripe old age, this very likely may not happen, as getting down with wheel chairs and walkers might be a little difficult.) but if you are all able, i want you to get together, buy or rent the biggest speakers you can find, play some hip hop, dicso and old school funk, blast the mothers out, and dance your asses off in my memory. and i want the first and last song to be the best of my love by the emotions. do this in remembrance of me

ciao italia!

in 4 short days we will be on our way to logan airport where we will board a plane for italy. i'm soooo looking forward to warm (not rainy) weather, italian beaches, gelato, pesto, ensalta caprese, great art and other fine features of italian vacations.

one of the highlight of last years trip was when barbara got mad at michael for something during dinner one night and threw the water in her glass (not, mind you, the actual glass itself) at a plant and managed to also splash a fine example of eurotrash sitting nearby. it was all zoe could do to keep from laughing as she surreptitiously looked at the guy to see what he would do (which was nothing). at least barb and michael and everyone else could laugh about it the next day.

so we're going to cinque terra for a week (beaches, pesto, sweet 18% alcohol desert wine) and then to florence for a week (great art, including michelangelo's david, shopping). i plan on coming back completely relaxed.

and you'll have excuse me if i don't post any more until after we return-i haven't done any laundry, started any packing, or even figured out what rory is going to wear while we're there. i've got a lot to do.

the julie/julia project

this woman in new york city is trying to make every recipe in julia child's mastering the art of french cooking in one year. her husband says the aspics were horrible.

legal tender

i have been know to include payee's nicknames on checks, or write things like' five dollars on the nose', but i draw the line at anatomical references (you may have to watch a microsoft commercial to view the article).

dateline: the year 2040

so i e-mailed my sister and a couple of girlfriends this morning because kfog was doing a 10 @ 10 for 1983 and they started off with one of the classics: hungry like the wolf by duran duran. and sarah sent this back: That reminds me of the Margaret Cho line about our generation in the nursing home wanting to hear some old time music...say in cranky old lady voice: "oooh play Hungry Like the Wolf again..."

i laughed soooo hard.

treat for a hot summer's day

forget the liberal ben and jerry's, try some star spangled ice cream this summer. the flavor names themselves are worth the visit.

sink or swim

so i'm listening to kfog on the internet and the traffic report says there is a car off the roadway eastbound on the dumbarton bridge and it's sinking in the marsh/water and the woman who was driving is sitting on the roof of the car waiting to be rescued. traffic is something i don't miss about the bay area, but i would have gone out of my way to see that one.

start off the week right

play with some penguins