PRPSA (Punk Rock Porn Star Activist AKA my Gay BFF) borrowed my car to run errands for the day. He bought me the most beautiful pink Gerber daisy. Something about a surprise from a friend for no reason other than … Continue reading
During college I went to see the movie with a new lover. We started the movie nestled up against one another. But the end we were leaning on the opposite arm rests away from one another. We broke up that day after (really technically watching the movie). I think we both realized we did not have that kind of passion for one another and weren’t likely to develop it.
On another note I have shopping to do- books to order, shoes to buy. NO, I have plenty of chocolate on hand. Though, I’m afraid I cheated with the handy man, Joe. He came by the office and I couldn’t say no. I love blue collar men especially when they are also a little crunchy and earth conscious. Beside he plays the guitar. I mean come on.
Anyway, I don’t want to spend more money. I have done enough damage lately and the medical bills are beginning to trickle in again. I am still paying rent and a mortgage and bills for two homes. But I have a black jumpsuit these shoes would be spectacular with. Thankfully they are out of my size. I’ve been saved!
Oh, Man……..these ones are still available in my size. Someone needs to talk me out of them. Remind me that high heels and I don’t mix well. That I will suffer greatly.
My other problem is when artists I adore and follow create art, books, clothing, jewelry, music …….. it must come home with me, join my collection. So Tyler Knott Gregerson your book and Shannon Ables extraordinary guide to The Simply Luxurious Life, will both be mine! Okay, will soon be mine, once they actually ship.
P.S. if you want to learn more about Shannon check out her Tuesday Talent interview.
I suppose that would be more then enough damage to do. Especially since once I am in my new apartment I have to actually buy some new furniture. I have managed to get paired down to one room- a bed, desk, bookshelves and a chair. I suspect my one bedroom apartment may need a few more pieces. Especially if anyone ever comes over to visit. It is one thing if I eat in bed but……
I have some deep thinking to do this weekend. My Punk Rock Pornstar Activist friend tasked me with the following:
“here. amuse your mind with this when you need a mental break from reality:first answer this ethics question: if humanity and the planet are on a collision course with extinction, as most of us realize… which is the lesser or two evils: to allow both to die or to artificially reduce the planets population back to say 1 billion. if you chose the second choice, how would you engineer that keeping in mind all the problematic logistics as well as incredible opportunities this would offer you in creating a future society of your choosing”
It’s time for the weekend. Hope you all have a fabulous one. Especially those crazy souls braving Burning Man! Old Man, I’m talking to you. Hope you enjoy the Burn. You too MS, but you’d better bring your little brother home in one piece or there will be hell to pay with the woman in your life.
Oh, and DT² stop fretting. I assure you Paris is still at the top of my travel to-do along with Nashville. And we will have the girls week in Palm Springs. Feel free to join me to Singapore and Oz as well. You know you’re welcome.
Till next week.
Blast from This Blogs Past
- 2011: Photo Pair ~ Propelled
- 2012: Editorial~ Family Portrait of Nicole Kidman
- 2013: Kundalini Rising (a poem)
- 2013: Monday Meditation ~ The Audreys
The Weekend Reading List
So for this week’s reading list I am simply going to link you to few websites that have made me laugh lately. Some till I nearly peeped my pants. There is nothing I find sexier than a sharp razor wit. Honestly, it is a turn on. So feast yourselves my friends. They won’t disappoint. Oh, and let me know if I need to add someone. Recommendations welcomed.
- The Writer’s Village (AKA Randy Mazie)
- Rubber Shoes In Hell
- Stop Me If I Told You This……
- Helena Hann-Basquiat (AKA the Dilettante) -If you read my blog you should be familiar with Helena. If not shame on you. She is the one who introduced me to the two blogs above hers.
I just discovered these two– their harmonies are to die for. Most of you know my theory about the perfect match and harmonizing. And my love for Country music – well let’s just say “it is a love without end. Amen.”
I want to send you all the Pinterest Board Lizzi and I created for Helena Hann Basquiat’s Memoirs of a Dilettante. I received my book and post cards in the mail for from Helena and tore into the box like a kiddo on Christmas morning. On actual Christmas, not the week before when you find the present stash and unwrap and rewrap them in the closet. No, when you actually tear down the stairs and peel with abandon. Which sparked an instagram pic and the following tweet.
To which Lizzi answered back resoundingly.
An idea was born. We have been creating these vignettes ever since. Please feel free to add to them. Any and all Helena fans are welcome. She may even unknowingly make requests.
This weekend I took to sketching the wonder twins. If you’re not familiar with the misadventures of this dynamic duo please go now and begin reading. Seriously read first then come back for the sketch.
I wanted to draw these two as they’ve brought me endless entertainment. Once I completed the artwork I sent it off for review (and praise of course). I was feeling pretty good about it. It went like this.
“This is absolutely fabulous, darling — I think you made me look very sexy. Penny thinks you made me look old, for which I smacked her, and then she said — well, actually, you ARE old, so I suppose that makes sense, for which I smacked her again, and she cried child abuse, and I said, OH, so you’re a CHILD now, are you? and took away her cosmo (she can really only have one or things get messy) and she cried and threw a hissy fit and I had to send her to her room without dinner.
Oh, and Penny (and I quote) “totally wants that Clash t-shirt” “
Darlings as she refers to her lovely minions, followers I mean. Our favorite Dilettante deserves to have a pink greyhound in hand and Jimmy Choos on her feet. The Countess I decided needed a little Dickensian flair in keeping with her oft used cockney accent- only one of her many personas.
Now the perfectionist I am already wants the countess’s hair to be darker and her fuchsia highlights to be brighter. I fear I may have toned her down too much and if so she’d be the first to say so.
P.S. If anyone out there can supply the countess with the vintage Clash Amplified t-shirt please let me know. Hell!…….Two please. I want one as well. Yes I realize I’m also old enough to be the countess’s mother but I really don’t know what that has to do with anything. Cool is cool! (except perhaps when you say cool).
Honestly sometimes we have to live vicariously in drawings, try on all sorts of vintage couture, jewels and choos – our own pretty women goes to the opera moment. No not the hooker with a heart of gold thing.
Though I did get to wear a Golden Nugget showgirl costume once- sequins, plumed tail and all. My friend’s father’s company manufactured them. Already 5’11” I was unusually tall for a twelve year old. I fit the costume perfectly…..okay okay all but the bust line. But it made no matter to me. I felt like a showstopper.
Now let me introduce you to Helena Hann-Basquait, Tuesday Talent Interview Style.
I’m Scatterbrained, really – if you can believe it. One of the few drawbacks of being a dilettante is that I’m constantly juggling many different projects (oh, and did I ever tell you that I can juggle? Yep. Learned when I was twelve – I wanted to join the circus). If a ball drops now and again, I’ll never admit to it – I’ll just keep on juggling and smiling.
Oh, but you were trying to get me to shamelessly promote myself. Right. Well, I write terribly ironic self-deprecating semi-autobiographical post-modern memoirs (not to put too sharp a point on it) and when I’m not, I write creepy, weird fiction under the name Jessica B. Bell
Who inspires Helena
Musicians with poetic souls. Morrissey. Amanda Palmer. Robert Smith. Eliiot Smith. Patti Smith. Hephestus and the Blacksmiths (I just made that last one up ‘cause I couldn’t think of another Smith). Writers with musical souls. Nick Hornby, Dr. Seuss, Christopher Moore. Neil Gaiman.
What Helena Does
I find I do an awful lot of two things: inhaling and exhaling. I’d like to think I’ve actually become an expert at them. While I’m doing that, I work for a Talent Agency, actually – we hire what you’d call Extras for various television and film productions. I’ve even done some Extra work myself when the occasion calls for it.
What Helena does best
I do this combo thing with my tongue and little finger – when I’m eating an ice cream cone – god, where did you think I was going with that? Perverts.
I’d have to say I do self-deprecating humour best. When one secretly loathes oneself, who better to laugh at? (Oh, and now I’ve made you uncomfortable. Don’t be – I want you to laugh at me, too!)
What other profession Helena would like to attempt
You’ll laugh. But if I had it to do all over again, I would have studied language or linguistics, and gone to work at the UN or something. I have a natural talent for languages that I never truly developed.
What turns Helena on creatively, spiritually or emotionally
Good music played loudly. Seeing an amazing band – someone truly unique – live. I’ve had a few opportunities like this in the last couple of years, and it’s been phenomenal. The same with excellent films – sadly I can’t say I’ve seen any of those in recent years, but I can always revisit my favourites, like American Beauty, Fight Club, The Game, 12 Monkeys (are you seeing a theme? I like them dark and weird).
Where to find Helena
Oh, you’ll never find me, darling. Oh, unless you mean my social media stuff. Well, there’s the blog of course, and then I occasionally tweet (is that the proper verb? Dear god!) and you can follow me @hhbasquiat
Where Helena got her Talent/Education
I spent several months in isolation in a tiny little town in the Catskills, and buried myself there like a caterpillar in a chrysalis, and when I finally broke free, I emerged as a fledgling version of the dilettante you know and love. From there, it was a long strange memorable trip.
Finally borrowing from Bernard Pivot- If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
Well, I hope She’ll smile, open Her arms and say: “Darling! What took you so long? It’s been terribly dull here without you!”
COMING SPRING 2014 — official date TBA
Memoirs of a Dilettante is a collection of reminiscences, following Helena Hann-Basquiat, a self-proclaimed dilettante who will try anything just to say that she has, and her twenty-something niece, who she has dubbed the Countess Penelope of Arcadia, in their off-beat antics in such places as common as the local McDonald’s or the comic book store, to their travels to Miami for the search for the perfect Cuban sandwich. Interspersed between wacky one-off adventures, Helena tells personal, sometimes painful stories from her past in order to try and make sense of her life as it has played out, tempering everything with an indomitable sense of humour.
Cummerbund Bandersnatch, the Accidental Plagiarist, strippers, rock stars, geeks, freaks, and the Barista With No Name — these are just a few of the characters you’ll meet inside. Discover Helena’s tales for the first time or all over again, with new notes and annotations for the culturally impaired — or for those who just need to know what the hell was going through her mind at the time!
If you just can’t wait and you want a taste of Helena’s writing, follow her blog: http://helenahannbasquiat.wordpress.com/
If you just can’t get enough Helena, or you want updates on further goings on, release dates and miscellaneous mayhem, follow Helena on Twitter @hhbasquiat