It’s good to be home. I know I talk about wanting to re-join Western civilization as soon as possible, but it’s good to be home. Raindrops – Basement Jaxx Gig – Rawski God Bless the Child – Billie Holiday Come Pick Me Up – Ryan Adams Bad (live from Live Aid) – U2 [say whatContinue reading “Monday Music: the “curled up to fizzing summer rain, call back later” edition”
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Monday Music: the If You Want Me, I’m Your Country edition
“I like the sweet life and the silence, but it’s the storm that I believe in.” I could launch into a long monologue about the Eternal Feminine right now, but I’m not going to subject you to that. It’s a beautiful, breezy Monday in Amman, I’m going to Ukraine at the end of the week,Continue reading “Monday Music: the If You Want Me, I’m Your Country edition”
Monday Music: the Boy with the Thorn in His Side edition
Here’s Michael Jackson in Mexico, past his prime and yet still able to bring the house down while wearing what appears to be a ladies’ one-piece bathing suit over a pair of short black pants, no less. It has been a crappy few days in pop culture, don’t you think? Now, because Drew tagged meContinue reading “Monday Music: the Boy with the Thorn in His Side edition”
More on Michael Jackson: Fame and money can attract the wrong people to your boudoir
Yesterday, someone left a charming comment calling me a “Stockholm syndrome-infected pedophile-lover” because I’m not, like, ecstatic that my childhood hero and pop star legend Michael Jackson has died. I would like to invite this person, and anyone else who may hold similar views, to kindly kiss my ass. As I mentioned in my columnContinue reading “More on Michael Jackson: Fame and money can attract the wrong people to your boudoir”
Mud and Michael
I love how the legendary Dead Sea mud glitters on my shoulder here. I love the way my bathing suit carries its fresh, mineral smell now [ETA: I wrote it was “herbal” before. I must have been more tired than I originally thought]. I spent a little too much time at the hotel watching MichaelContinue reading “Mud and Michael”
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