Have you been following the two-headed turtle story?
Heads up: Brooklyn pet store has turtle that can disagree with itself
This “space” is about my mom and her journey as she birthed a hard-shelled sea turtle into a fighting El Nino storm near a redwood forest and off the coast in California. It is also sometimes about exploding hearts, landmines, jihad as a moral struggle, the Perfection of Wisdom in One Letter, and modern camping techniques. Look beneath the shell.
Have you been following the two-headed turtle story?
Heads up: Brooklyn pet store has turtle that can disagree with itself
If only I had the octopus’ camouflage defense mechanism for every instance of human humiliation. It’s better than invisibility. Thanks, Sarah for the link! EDIT: Motherfuckin’ wordpress not compatible with so many way awesome flash vid applets. Go here: http://www.ted.com/talks/view/id/206 to view magic.
This Dem debate is making me feel crazy and apocolyptic. It’s so catty. The markets around the world pretty much crashed today…something will be unleashed tomorrow when the U.S. market re-opens. There’s something in the air.
Home for a night to see my dad off to Singapore (again). My grandfather is leaving for Taiwan on Tuesday, too. My parents picked me up from the BART station and I asked my mom if her dad was going to Taiwan because he was going there to die. She doesn’t seem to think so. He’s been wanting to go for years, and now, age 88 (or 89?), he’s decided he is well enough of mind and body to brave a 12-hour flight. Good for him, I think! Speaking of family, my nightmares continue, and this week I dreamed (dreamt?) that we had a big family gathering and Dick Cheney was at dinner because he had no where else to go and he was feeling guilty and remorseful about his life. And then he paid us for dinner, saying our food and service and compassion was covered by the presidential expense. My cousin who died this past summer was at the dinner, too, and somehow and somewhy, I was in love with him.
Also, today, going to dinner:
Mom: “Why are you parked so far from the restaurant and all the other cars?”
Me: “Because he doesn’t want to be by the people. Dad doesn’t like people.”
Dad: “I like people.”
Me: “Okay, I was just kidding.”
Dad: “I mean, I like reading about people.”

It says, “Wanted: Somebody to go back in time with me. This is not a joke. You’ll get paid after we get back. Must bring your own weapons. Safety not guaranteed. I have only done this once before.”
Don’t know how long it’ll stay up, but here’s the original post: http://greenville.craigslist.org/stp/530731516.html. Link from Claire Rae.
My sister is home, and with her francophileness and French New Wave obsession in particular, she reminds me of my own love for French pop and ephemera.
This video! This song! Anna Karina! Je t’aime…moi non plus (je t’aime) Serge Gainsbourg.
“Ne dis rien” was in the 1967 made-for-TV movie, “Anna” that Serge Gainsbourg wrote pour Anna Karina en particulier. Here it is in the movie, with Jean-Claude Brialy “singing” Serge’s parts.
Brialy and Anna Karina first made sweet screen love in Godard’s “Une Femme est Une Femme” — I first watched this film in a restored version at the Film Forum 4 or 5 summers ago while trying my hardest to avoid NYC hot-and-sticky syndrome by taking daily trips to the movie theater. I was in the city because I’d stuck around to take a class with an old, debilitated (in physicality but certainly not in spirit) visiting Hungarian astrophysicist (who, coincidentally, was in love with and obsessed with Anna Karina and would reference her in his discussions of galactic and stellar evolution, and of course, the big bang).


Here is Brialy interviewing Anna Karina (excusez-moi, mais sooooo cute) — FF to the end and see Serge extolling the wonder of Miss Karina.
My sister made a limited edition print last year of Anna Karina and her other “Une Femme est Une Femme” co-star, Jean-Paul Belmondo (I am a Brialy girl, but who can resist Belmondo???).

Also in “Anna”, Anna Karina does a version of “Sous le soleil exactement” — classic Serge formula, writing a hit song for a leading lady and then reinventing the song for himself.
SERGE = PARFAIT.
I think Anna Karina was the first lady that Serge ever dueted with. He followed up, naturally, with many sexy duets with young starlets (”Les Sucettes” avec France Gall, “Bonnie & Clyde” avec Brigitte Bardot, and of course “Je T’aime…Moi Non Plus” etc. etc. etc. etc. with Jane Birkin, professed love of his life).
Here is a clip in which Serge dances a similar dance with Jane B. as he does with Anna Karina in “Ne dis rien” above… except a little raunchier.
Cette entrée de blog est dédiée à Cynthia, merci pour les liens. Aller écrire ton essai!
P.S. Try playing (the super remix) all the videos in this post all at once.
I haven’t really done any sort of holiday shopping this season. I’m slowly phasing holiday shopping out (aka BROKE), but were I to make purchases, I’d buy handmade!
You can make the buy handmade pledge here: Buy Handmade — Make Your Pledge To Buy Handmade Goods. The NYT Mag this past Sunday did a huge piece on the handmade movement.

My dear friend Pam Garber and her collaborator Xenia Pachikov recently created a handmade tablecloth zine, KitchenWomenKnives, the first output from Empty Purse Publications. Many many hours of diligent hard work have been put into it. I implore you to check it out / read it / purchase it.