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I went from having about 10 hits a day on this site- to close to 50 a day since I posted the 10 reasons why I love Amanda Palmer post- That's the cool thing about the little stat counter button- It lets me know that you are all pervs- wanting more information on Amanda Palmer.
I have no insight on the band- just a fan, so you won't find it here. All I know that they (the DD) seemed trapped in this horrible road show with the likes of Erasure, Cyndi Lauper and a very, very geriatric Debbie Harry. Also Margret Cho is on the tour- most of the reviews I read say Cho sucks. The Dolls are getting good, if not mixed comments about their act. Some people like them, some people are like- what are they doing in this?
It's for a good cause and all (Gay Pride-something-or-other), however- I think the Dresden Dolls might be something new and unusual, and some record company exec is trying to market them in a retro, 80's gay venu- which I don't think isn't going to work.
Anyway- leave a note- those visitors who are in search of DD and Amanda stuff- Say what you like about Amanda or Brian and what YOU THINK!
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Balance starts when you get out of bed
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
10 reasons why I love Amanda Palmer
It's been about two weeks since I first saw Amanda Palmer on You Tube singing Creep (see below). I have since bought the Dresden Dolls, "Yes, Virgina" and listened to it 1000 times. Why I love her:
- She is strong. I have always been attracted to women with strengh.
- She has a sense of humor.
- She dresses like a cast member from Cabaret which I always thought was sexy.
- She meditates and likes Yoga, which actually she doesn't do. She does something called Noga, which is "planning" to do yoga, but finding something else to do instead. Thus "Noga" for No-Yoga.
- She is a genius.
- She looks to be that crazy weird girl you met in high school that was always making paper dolls- You kind of wanted to ask her out on a date, but you were afraid she would whip out the 7inch knife and hack you to pieces in the car after the grindhouse triple feature.
- She makes amazing music- best album I have heard to date.
- She isn't afraid to kick your ass.
- She looks like she would be fun to hang out with- in a crazy NYC kind of way.
- She "paints" her eyebrows on- I wish I could do that!
EDIT: When I first wrote that last one- I found out later that she paints her eyebrows on. It took someone almost a month (some anon) to figure out I was wrong (see below). I knew it was inaccurate, however I pretty much went on with my life. I have corrected it- however I am cancelling my membership to the dresden doll fan club- mostly because I am not worthy.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
First Treatment: Down the rabbit hole
Yesterday was the first of six chemo treatments. One treatment every 21 days. With the hormones and drugs, the nausea was somewhat limited. I say "somewhat" in that she spent most of the afternoon in the bath trying not to hurl.
It's interesting, the yarns this doctor like to spin- of the exceptional case of the woman who cleaned the carpets until 4am (because of the reaction to the steriods). It's kind of like stories about Big Foot, or the Loch Ness Monster. Urban Medical Myths. It gives the patient the hope that they will be invincible during this process. Maybe that's not wrong. Maybe we all need to be told a "yarn" to get through the day.
From a outsiders perspective- I don't see how you can not get sick from it. Sitting there watching them stuff four gigantic syringes and an IV of red and clear chemicals into her portacath- knowing generally (but not with exact knowledge) what these chemicals do. Even if they weren't designed to kill all the cancer (and good cells) in your body, just the volume of liquid would be enough to make you yack!
We are in the thick of it now. Temperature readings at 4pm- crackers and yogurt for dinner. Super sensitivity to smell. Falling asleep to WC Fields movies. Slow moving and cautious.
Hell Alice, where do we go from here?
It's interesting, the yarns this doctor like to spin- of the exceptional case of the woman who cleaned the carpets until 4am (because of the reaction to the steriods). It's kind of like stories about Big Foot, or the Loch Ness Monster. Urban Medical Myths. It gives the patient the hope that they will be invincible during this process. Maybe that's not wrong. Maybe we all need to be told a "yarn" to get through the day.
From a outsiders perspective- I don't see how you can not get sick from it. Sitting there watching them stuff four gigantic syringes and an IV of red and clear chemicals into her portacath- knowing generally (but not with exact knowledge) what these chemicals do. Even if they weren't designed to kill all the cancer (and good cells) in your body, just the volume of liquid would be enough to make you yack!
We are in the thick of it now. Temperature readings at 4pm- crackers and yogurt for dinner. Super sensitivity to smell. Falling asleep to WC Fields movies. Slow moving and cautious.
Hell Alice, where do we go from here?
Saturday, June 9, 2007
The Ditty Bops
What a perfect summer theme song...(too bad it's about global warming). I am in love with both these voices!
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
On the road again
Well, here I sit in Newark NJ- Flight delayed by two hours on my way to Wisconsin.
After a month at home, it is weird to get up at 4:30am, get on a plane and work in another part of the planet. I got so used to waking up in the same bed, eating the same food, seeing the wife and kids everyday- that it is really weird NOT to be working at home- Sigh....
So it goes, again...
EDIT: Got in at midnight after a $55 cab ride-got about 5 hours sleep and back at it again... fun!
Monday, June 4, 2007
Creep
Amanda Palmer of the Dresden Dolls making Creep a love song in a bar- Starts out slow, but worth the wait- a lot of fun...
Sunday, June 3, 2007
As long as you have friends
If you have about 8 minutes to watch this, it is worth the time. The moral of the story- No matter if you have been attacked by lions and crocodiles, as long as you have friends to watch your back, you'll be okay.... Warning: A little brutal for little ones.
Saturday, June 2, 2007
Shaved
Last night after the chemo doctor’s visit with my wife I shaved my head. Why? A few reasons:
One is my wife is almost assuredly going to lose her hair- I told her from the first diagnosis that I would shave my head in solidarity. I also always wondered what it would look like. I am half bald anyway, and the more and more I got tired of looking at the thin strip of hair across the top of my head in mirrors, security cameras at drug stores and banks- I felt it was time. So it is a mixture of vanity and altruism- is that wrong?
Anyway- the reaction from my wife was tears. My face wasn’t “framed” the way it was before and it brought home the reality that she would lose her hair soon as well. She said my eyes looked lower on my face- I am still trying t o figure THAT one out.
My youngest son called me an alien and a very old looking Lex Luthor. I am calling him Clark (as in Clark Kent, we both like the television show Smallville).
My oldest son was like, “Huh. Maybe you should have waited a couple of weeks until Mom started losing her hair.”
I love my older son more than words can tell- Wise and droll.
I think the other reason I am doing it now is just to get it over with. Let the kids get used to one of their parents with a bald head, so the other one isn’t so much of a shock. Let’s get the jokes out there, get it out of their system so that they can recover quicker and get on with life.
I think there is another part of me that just wanted to do something, anything- different. In all of this process, there is a sense of helplessness. Cleaning the house, taking care of the kids and wife when she is down, cooking, trying to keep a handle on the job front is driving me a little crazy. The head shaving thing is a way for me to put the subject out there for everyone to see. Maybe it’s a cry for attention. Who knows? All I know is I am glad and a little scared I did it-
EDIT: As it turned out, it was a very positive thing to do. We went out to dinner last night with friends. We talked about it hair loss, cancer, chemo- my wife was laughing and having a good time (some of it at my expense). We went to a Sangria Festival at a local restaurant afterwards where they had airbrushed tatoo's. After some discussion, I had a sun painted on the back of my head. My wife picked out the spot- Everyone loved it-laughed and had a great time.
The lesson is- Bald is okay, beautiful and fun.
One is my wife is almost assuredly going to lose her hair- I told her from the first diagnosis that I would shave my head in solidarity. I also always wondered what it would look like. I am half bald anyway, and the more and more I got tired of looking at the thin strip of hair across the top of my head in mirrors, security cameras at drug stores and banks- I felt it was time. So it is a mixture of vanity and altruism- is that wrong?
Anyway- the reaction from my wife was tears. My face wasn’t “framed” the way it was before and it brought home the reality that she would lose her hair soon as well. She said my eyes looked lower on my face- I am still trying t o figure THAT one out.
My youngest son called me an alien and a very old looking Lex Luthor. I am calling him Clark (as in Clark Kent, we both like the television show Smallville).
My oldest son was like, “Huh. Maybe you should have waited a couple of weeks until Mom started losing her hair.”
I love my older son more than words can tell- Wise and droll.
I think the other reason I am doing it now is just to get it over with. Let the kids get used to one of their parents with a bald head, so the other one isn’t so much of a shock. Let’s get the jokes out there, get it out of their system so that they can recover quicker and get on with life.
I think there is another part of me that just wanted to do something, anything- different. In all of this process, there is a sense of helplessness. Cleaning the house, taking care of the kids and wife when she is down, cooking, trying to keep a handle on the job front is driving me a little crazy. The head shaving thing is a way for me to put the subject out there for everyone to see. Maybe it’s a cry for attention. Who knows? All I know is I am glad and a little scared I did it-
EDIT: As it turned out, it was a very positive thing to do. We went out to dinner last night with friends. We talked about it hair loss, cancer, chemo- my wife was laughing and having a good time (some of it at my expense). We went to a Sangria Festival at a local restaurant afterwards where they had airbrushed tatoo's. After some discussion, I had a sun painted on the back of my head. My wife picked out the spot- Everyone loved it-laughed and had a great time.
The lesson is- Bald is okay, beautiful and fun.
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