Author: Paul

Did anybody else think Sandra Bullock’s lipstick was too red last night? Nothing stopping Ms. Bigalow though. And that “This Is Your Life” section, actors told other actors what they liked about them in front of the whole world, was really creepy. I liked Jeff Bridges in the Fabulous Baker Boys but I wasn’t buying his his country thing. Of course I haven’t seen the movie so I’m only basing that assessment on his appearance at the Oscars. I miss the streakers. That guy holding up the “Text Dolphin to 44144” sign was as close as we got to spontaneity. We haven’t seen any of the movies that were up except for Food Inc. We did put a few on our Netflix list today.

It was near fifty today and the snow will be gone soon so we’ll be able to clean up the mess in our street’s pool. We had a couple of trees come down with that heavy wet snow. Peggi and I are still the pool presidents for another few months so went down there today to take a closer look.

Ruth Kligman, the woman in Jackson Pollack’s 1950 Rocket 88 when he crashed, has joined Pollack in the great beyond. She was a painter too but she was more famous as an art groupie as she also had affairs with DeKooning and Kline. Franz Kline kind of steals her NYT obituary with this quote.

‘Art is my life,’ is my motto, ” Ms. Kligman wrote, and in an interview she once said that she knew better than many how hard such a life was. She recalled running into Kline at the Cedar bar and telling him that she had just finished what she thought was her best painting. He bought her a drink and told her, of the world: “They think it’s easy. They don’t know it’s like jumping off a 12-story building every day.”

My sister stopped by with her daughter. First time we’ve seen our niece since she got pregnant. She is still on probation and can’t drive and there is no father in the picture so the situation has caused some consternation in the family. It has all come to a head and in a very natural way and life will go on in a different fashion. I was long overdue for a haircut and I know my niece does that but she insisted she only does women’s hair. I would think men’s hair would be a hell of a lot easier. I usually just pull it upward in clumps and with my fingers and run the scissors under my fingers until I get most of the hair about the same size. I might have learned this technique from Bruce Anderson or possibly Steve Hoy. I struggle with the back though and usually ask Peggi for help but she was off picking up a big project for 4D. My sister volunteered and the whole job was finished in minutes. I don’t care if its all the same length because I never comb it. I’m a pretty easy customer.

When we came back in the computer room my niece was filing her taxes with TurboTax. She used our email address because she doesn’t have a computer. My sister sat down at my computer and did some banking with HSCB. She doesn’t have a computer either but they both have cell phones so they are a step ahead of us. I suggested we all go down to Vic & Irv’s for dinner and pay our respects to Vic Anuszkiewicz. It was snowing when we pulled up and the neon on the word “Vic” was out. Could this be deliberate. It was so perfect. “Perfect”. That reminds me of the song that has been stuck inside of head since the Olympics began. I asked our server (she calls me “Dear”) if the “lights out” thing was a tribute to the 95 year old Vic who died a few days ago. She laughed and said “Irv” was out on the other side.

I took this shot from the driver’s seat of our car. I stopped right in the middle of the road to grab it. We were somewhere between Keene and Keene Valley, just south of Lake Placid in the mountains and I glanced up at the frozen waterfall on the mountain to our left and spotted this moving figure!

I’m guessing this guy started at the bottom and was trying to get to the top without dying. In the full photo I can see another figure at the bottom and there are some ropes visible. If that was me up there I would be frozen in sheer terror.

Speaking of extreme activities – there is a new wireless network in our neighborhood. It shows up as “Corpus Silicosum “and I’m guessing it belongs to the skateboarder down the hill. I goggled it but it is that rare combination of words, unique and unindexed, left completely to the imagination.