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I’ve spent much too long this evening trying to pull together some kind of post about spending the afternoon in the war zone Castro Street has turned into

(construction has ripped up the streets and sidewalks like a gutted fish forcing you to navigate these narrow temporary corridors fenced in on all sides.  It’s like being stuck inside Thunderdome.)  Frustration with getting anything more than that parenthetical news bulletin reminds me of one of my favorite Dorothy Parker quotes:

“I hate writing, I love having written.” 

Not so much block as complete desolation, I can’t think of anything or how to say it if I do think of it. I start to wonder if English is really my first language.  Would I have better luck in Urdu?

Besides, what is blogging anymore but a quaint and dying hobby much like tatting?  One by one, most of the blogs I used to read that, like mine, were first person accounts of how the blogger got along with their maddening (fill in the blank: spouse, job, addiction, cat, whatev) have all pretty much slipped beneath the waves, leaving me and a few other ranting souls, wearing our tinfoil hats and carrying on.  Having a blog used to be hip, and then it was trite, and now it’s sort of musty.

So I decided to redecorate, hence the new background and header photo and other snappy touches.   Also, looking up the Dorothy Parker quote (in order to get it actually correct.  I’m pissy that way.  I also don’t use “comprised” when I mean “composed.”   Pissy.) I found a quote of hers that was unfamiliar to me, and which I’ve decided to use as my new cri de coeur:

“Heterosexuality is not normal, it’s just common.” 
Who ya gonna call when you need snipers removed from your tastefully decorated crime scene?
SWAT BUSTERS!

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  1. Well, I like your new look and your writing. We few who persevere must carry regardless of the vagaries of fad and fashion. How else will anyone remember this low age in which we find ourselves?

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  2. Guilty. I'm afraid I got weary from writing about how Old Hollywood got along with their maddening (fill in the blank: spouse, job, addiction, cat, whatev). But when I see a new post on here (and Muscato's) I still squeal….like the little girl I once was.

    ps – it looks cute in here.

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  3. Ms. Parker was also very wise about the vagaries of love. My favorite:

    Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
    A medley of extemporanea;
    And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
    And I am Marie of Romania.

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  4. If we're in a “Dotty-fest”, perhaps most appropriate might be:

    “Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgement.”

    I love your blog. It is near the top of my reading list alongside luminaries such as Muscato, TJB, Thombeau and MJ. Strange bedfellows indeed.

    And the makeover is fab, too! Dotty has a word or three on that subject too: “Take care of the luxuries and the necessities will take care of themselves.”

    Jx

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  5. Acid stains you
    Rivers are damp
    Razors pain you
    Drugs cause cramp
    Guns aren't lawful
    Nooses give
    Gas smells awful
    You might as well live.

    My personal favorite DP poem. Also, were you to stop blogging, I'd insist you start emailing me again. Consider the consequences.

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  6. Oh the paint is barely dry.
    Ti Urdu ko ni lorun o, idi ti ko gbiyanju awọn Yoruba?
    હું તમારા બ્લોગ વાંચવા ગમે છે.

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  7. Goodness the commentators on here a re a veritable who's who of people and their blogs I admire and follow. I hope all of them persevere(and re-decorate) as you have.Which makes me think, Mine could use a little sprucing up…..

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