Mi Vida Loca

Observe my beautiful sister and mother.... observe my mother in a bustier.

I am behind on postings... its been really busy times. Got past my really bad hump, which included a run in with a perverted dentist, feeling blown off, tears on a rooftop, a journalist standing me up, twisting my neck in yoga, and my printer fucking my invitations.

On to happier times. I've made a pair of cool shorts from bad slacks. So fashion forward... recovered from yogic injury and did Pilates with the always gorgeous Jason while listening to Justin Timberlake's new album. My schedule is insanity.

Shooting Netanya tonight, interview on Sunday, conference that i'm running on Monday, interviewing a teen ager on Tuesday, and any time we can squeeze it, interviewing a criminal defender, prosecutor and gym teacher.... then there is the marathon junk tv watching session -- to download and record Girls Gone Wild ads, soft core porn disguised as television shows, and all the other offensive crap we deal with... add some new writing, and we'll be cramming for the Oct.10 deadline. Life is CRAZY. But I'm crazy like a fox.

May be moving to Brooklyn ... to save money, sublet my place, make a spot of money and cut and pinch all the little corners that I can. The trade off with the sublet would be that I'd baby sit a few hours a week, for reduced rate in a big, spacious garden apartment. Could be fun, or could be hell. Depends on where things stand with my current job, etc.

Speaking of, gotta get back to work. Cameraman is great -- he's shooting for me tonight, then off to the club to listen to "urban sounds, concrete, dub and breaks" whatever that means.... dreamin of Reno nights and West African days...