Ciao Darling

Harvey Korman has went on to his greater reward. Here is what CNN had to say:

"Harvey Korman, the tall, versatile comedian who won four Emmys for his outrageously funny contributions to "The Carol Burnett Show" and played a conniving politician to hilarious effect in "Blazing Saddles," died Thursday. He was 81."

My family would sit in front of the TV and watch the The Carol Burnett Show and kiki for points. Mr. Korman was one of the main reasons that show so worked.

Rest in peace Harvey. There's a special place in heaven for you.

Chole On QVC

As I channeled surf today I found, Chloe Dao the winner of Project Runway-Season 2, sellling her wares on QVC. Y'all remember her. I really liked her on the show. She's talented, real, creative and cool. I was not impressed with what she is currently showing, but her previous collection was very cute. Check it out here, and in the pics below.






I think it's cool she went the QVC route. This woman is about business and you move product by the hundreds if not thousands on QVC. And, it looks like she is trying to create something of quality and that works on various types of female bodies. Unlike season 1 winner, Jay McCaroll, she took the prize money and the internship at Banana Republic. It looks like it served her well.

Jeffrey and Christian should take some pointers from Chole. Last I heard Jeffrey was broke. And, Christian went Hollywood with his appearance on Ugly Betty. Looks like Chole knew she had to parlay those 15 minutes into something that was real.

I So Want To See This - UPDATE

As my home-people know, I am a big believer in the existence of extra-terrestrial life. I am waiting for them to make their presence known in a huge and real way. I'm hoping this claim is real and the first step in many.

"A video that purportedly shows a living, breathing space alien will be shown to the news media Friday in Denver.

Jeff Peckman, who is pushing a ballot initiative to create an Extraterrestrial Affairs Commission in Denver to prepare the city for close encounters of the alien kind, said the video is authentic and convinced him that aliens exist.

"As impressive as it is, it's still one tiny portion in the context of a vast amount of peripheral evidence," he said Wednesday. "It's really the final visual confirmation of what you already know to be true having seen all the other evidence." Source: Rocky Mountain News

So here is the outcome of that special viewing of the video. I still need to see it in order to say real or fake. Click Here

The Kids Are Alright

Once again Miss Kitty broke it down for us. One of her most recent post reminded me how there is a sad disconnect between adults and children. I really do feel we project our biggest fears and anxieties on young people. It needs to stop.

Good people, as you know, I've been working at a local high school for two years now. And, I've also had the opportunity to do field placement in several local elementary schools. Moreover, before all of this new experiences I ran an after-school program for middle-school kids in NYC for five years. So here's my take on things:

- Not everyone is meant to be a parent. I am not advocating for sterilization, but I will champion more parenting classes. There are BOOKS that can help a person parent better, not perfect, but better. Whether it has to do with nutrition or child development, there is significant information that mothers and fathers should know.

- Children see it ALL. People need to stop dumbing it down for kids. They understand a lot more than you think. It's amazing how adults censor and don't censor themselves in front of kids because they see a child, and not a human being. They are sponges people. And, let me add that young people pick up on the vibes in a BIG way.

- Every child is gifted; however, it not according to what the fuck you want. So get over it. I realize I will need to do a separate post about this, because I went to a school for the "gifted and talented." The reality is scary. Stay tuned.

- A child wants more and more for education to relate to his or her reality. Several years ago a teacher in New Zealand lined up kindergarten students and ask them what five words they wanted for the day. This teacher realized the "See Dick and Jane' books were not working Each student responded verbally and one child said: beer, jail, mother, porridge, and fight. This teacher then wrote out the words and gave them to the student to OWN. That student later became a person that wanted to read.

- Let kids have a bad day. Shit! We expect people to understand when we are having a shitty day.

- Always remind a young person how special they are.

- Always remind a young person how it's important to work for something you want.

- Always remind a young person how mistakes are learning opportunities.

- Always remind a young person that they are loved.

People Crack Me Up: 3

What is he on!? I seriously doubt that was brought on by the consumption of Hot Pockets.



Thanks Joe F.

Uncle Fidel Must Be Pissed

Fidel Castro is no friend of the GLBT community in Cuba. The years of harassment and imprisonment of GLBT folks in that country is shameful. Well, it seems like times are a changing. You go Mariela. Sige adelante!

"Cuba's gay community celebrated unprecedented openness — and high-ranking political alliances — with a government-backed campaign against homophobia on Saturday.

The meeting at a convention center in Havana's Vedado district may have been the largest gathering of openly gay activists ever on the communist-run island. President Raul Castro's daughter Mariela, who has promoted the rights of sexual minorities, presided.

"This is a very important moment for us, the men and women of Cuba, because for the first time we can gather in this way and speak profoundly and with scientific basis about these topics," said Castro, director of Cuba's Center for Sexual Education." Source: msnbc.com

Congratulations Marcos!

Good people, Marcos had his first show in New Haven. Yay! I am so proud of him and wish him continued success. This is him chatting with artist, and fellow exhibitor at the show, Marcelina Sierra.

I love it when he gets a chance to commune with fellow artist. They are a sensitive lot and really need to support and encourage each other.

Here are the three pieces he showed (click on images for a larger view).







To arrange a viewing of Marcos' and the other artists' work contact Danny Diaz at 203-787-2783.

Ouch!

David Rees shared the following on Huffingtonpost.com regarding Sen. Clinton's latest foot-in-mouth moment:

"In an interview with the editorial board of the Sioux Falls Argus-Leader today, Hillary Clinton brought up Bobby Kennedy's June, 1968 assassination as an argument against her dropping out of the Democratic primary.

"My husband did not wrap up the nomination in 1992 until he won the California primary somewhere in the middle of June, right? We all remember Bobby Kennedy was assassinated in June in California. I don't understand it," she said, dismissing calls to drop out.

She has a point: June is a great month for political assassinations.

Why drop out of the race before all the assassins have had their say?"

This is what I call THICK SHADE!

Summer Dreams - 1978

I grew up in Bushwick, Brooklyn. On my block I would say there were about 10 to 12 apartment buildings on each side of the street, and buildings ranged from 3 to 4 floors, with two apartments on each floor. A whole lot of people lived on that block, which meant a whole lot of kids.

As I watched the kids in my suburban neighborhood ride their bikes around and enjoy the warm weather, I starting reminiscing about the games I played on the streets while hanging with my friends at the age of 10.

SKELLYclick title to learn more.

That was my look, jeans cut into shorts and tube socks up to the knees. LOL.

Also known as "skully, "skellsies" etc. this game was what all the boys would play. All you needed was some chalk, bottle caps and at least one other player, but room can be made for many more. You started out by drawing a large square on the sidewalk or street. The playing field look like this.



The goal of the game was for each player to take turns skillfully flicking his bottle cap through the numbered boxes in ascending and descending order. The first player to do so would get bragging rights for the day. If you were really good you could get from box to box in one flick, and if you did you got to go again, but often it took more than one try. You also were allowed to hit a competitors bottle cap if he was getting to close to reaching the box he was aiming for. It not only put them behind, but allowed you to advance to the next numbered box. But, if you missed his cap, you would lose a turn.

I played this game for hours and would end up at the end of the day with the dirty hands, scraped finger tips and sunburn on my neck. It was awesome.

My favorite bottle cap was a metal coke bottle cap with clay in it. It provided good weight and would blast my opponents' caps off the Skelly court.

One Sick Puppy

Good people, I have returned from my sick bed. I am alive and kicking and grateful for it. I caught some stomach virus that resulted in me having to pray for mercy on my knees in front of my toilet. It was ugly. I spent the next two days thinking the following:

- I wanted my old faithful body back. The one I had to contend with would not let me breathe properly, and anything of nutritional value that I put in was immediately rejected.

- I am prone to periods of hypochondria. So, of course I wonder if this was the beginning of the end, or at the very least an early warning sign of a much more sinister illness that would forever change the quality of my life.

- I craved the following comfort foods: Yoo Hoo, Ice Cream, and Buffalo Wings. I tried the first two and it didn't go so well. Next time I'll just do Jell-o.

I'm happy to report I am on the mend. I feel much better now and have gotten back to about 85% of my normal superhuman strength. Although, my astral projection capabilities are still on the fritz. But, hey it's all about baby steps when one recovers.

Point A to Point B - See You At The Primary

Hollywood Skinny

Let me start by saying Hollywood Thin is a sign of a person's spirit being sucked from his or her being. If you punish the shell you are in, you punish your trip on this earth. Ok, enuf of that.

I was once walking south of Times Square many moon ago, and coming up north was Carson Daly. I recognized him and I thought to myself, "What a cutie." Carson was the MTV darling for part of the '90s. He was interesting in pop culture because of his TV hosting talent and the fact that he wanted, at one time, to be a priest. American moms love that shit. American girls loved that he wanted pussy more than Christ. Hey, he even fucked Jennifer Love....the rest of this is not important. He was the dude.

It's interesting to see a boy consumed by the Hollywood ideal. I wonder if the media blew up his spot the way they do the girls of Hollywood.Oh shit! Who am I kidding. Boys get a free pass for their foolishness in this world.

Werk Mama

Eva Mendes just turned it out for Italian Vogue. Go HERE to enjoy more of the madness. She is a Sophia Loren/Rita Moreno/Iris Chacon flavored confection.

I think her recent rehab experience has freed her from all the bullshit. She's a "good" angry now. That is right mama, say it loud and proud "I'm hot and I like to fuck!"

I'd Would Totally Invite Them Over For Dinner

I enjoy watching Billy Moyers and Kathleen Hall Jamieson engage in a real discussion over current events. This week they got into a conversation where Bill asked Kathleen about her most recent work that involves her decoding the spin of politics and scrutinizing how democracy works.

If you missed the show CLICK HERE to view the video of this discussion. I think there are moments of great insight that are essential in helping a person think critically about the campaign messages and images we are going to be bombarded with.

This is what a show that is informative is suppose to do. It's not suppose to be about inviting guest and yelling at them and cutting off their microphones.