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This would be funnier if it wasn’t bookended by ads for Grand Marnier. Either way, Giant Asshole heading to the blogosphere!
Rimini Or Bust
In just a couple of weeks my kid and I will be heading off to Italy, Rimini to be exact. Rimini is on the northern coast of the Adriatic side of Italy, down from Venice a bit, and is famous for being Fellini’s home town. Ten years ago, as my expired passport reminds me, I went to Rimini for a long while to visit my love. I came back with a souvenir that would be my daughter in nine months time. Last year, she and I went to Rimini for the first time to meet up with him, the cutie. We had a great time. We visited Rome and Venice then. Other than having to fly on a plane, which I hate, I’m so looking forward to seeing Italy again. Its beautiful, to be sure, but more than that, it’s relaxing in ways one can never relax in America.
When last I visited, Rimini had not changed in the ten years that had passed since I last wandered her streets. The shops are the same, the restaurants are the same, the people are the same, the beach is the same. The only difference is that there are cell phones everywhere, an internet cafe or two, and supermarkets are more popular.
When we get back from our trip, school will be starting and summer will be over. I’ll be writing regular updates on this blog with photos and videos. Until then…
Funny Thing About Kids
Kids. They drive you crazy until they’re gone from you and then your life feels suddenly empty. I know for some it’s a relief. Half the time for me it’s a relief but half the time, more of the time, it’s not. You miss them. You miss them. You miss them. Emma and her cousin just flew out of here for a sleepover and that means I get some time to just do stuff. Why, I could go to a movie. I could go to a bar. I could just watch TV and sleep. I could go to a night yoga class. But here I sit, missing my kid, who just blew out of here in a whirlwind of teen magazines, overnight sleeping clothes, unbrushed hair, flip flops she barely found and stuffed her feet into and the excitement that only comes when she gets to go off and do something away from here. Off she went. It leaves a hole. It always has and it always will.
On a more happy note, a good friend, an old friend, an ex-boyfriend, just became a father. His wife is Chinese and they had a little girl they named Martha. He wrote me about it because he was the one person, aside from another good friend and my best friend, who was in the delivery room with me when my daughter was born. He was such a good sport, held my hand through the whole 18 hour ordeal. He was like a guardian angel to Emma and me and then after she wasn’t quite a year he was gone. We’ve remained in touch here and there through our various relationships and career dramas and here he is now, finally a proud papa. His little girl is lucky to have him. There aren’t many men out there who are man enough to be good fathers. I’m not even sure most men are cut out to be fathers in the first place. They’re much better at finding a mate in which to plant their seed. They make great sons and wonderful hunters and bosses. Some of them make great fathers despite the fact that they’re not inclined to be fathers. Some of them, like my ex, are born to be fathers. They’re the ones you want holding your hand while you’re having a baby. A virtual cigar for my friend Andrew. In a nine years from now his little one will be flying out the door too and he’ll be missing her even though he’ll suddenly have time to do whatever he wants to do.
Resting on my Laurels!
Loving Me Some Kelly
Okay, so I wasn’t much for the Kelly Clarkson of the American Idol birthing machine – McSingers with their McSongs were not so McDreamy to me. But Kelly stepped outside the box after some rat bastard broke her heart to write and produce her own personal album. Because it had no ready-made hits she was offered a buy-out, or some kind of deal whereby she would sing the songs the hitmakers wrote for her in order to maintain her success. She said she’d rather do this. And she’s paid the price for artistic expression. Her concert sales suffered as a result. We are lemmings, hear us roar. So she cancelled her concert tours, or so I read. Now she’s trying to make her new album sell when it is released on June 26. I will be first in line to buy it because I believe in what she’s doing. She gives up perhaps what Gwen Stefani has or Jessica Simpson or the rest of the pop stars who give the lemmings what they want but she gains respect from those of us out there who still believe in singer/songwriters so few and far between these days. More power to you Kelly. Rock on.
Her appearance on The Tonight Show is here.
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