Tuesday Blues

Really, I had one of the nicest weekends ever in New York this weekend. Brunch plans, dinner plans, invitations to evenings in the park materialized as if on cue. I went to a salsa class and thought it was fantastic. I heard Eddie Palmieri at Celebrate Brooklyn. I spent Sunday at the beach, exposing my fish-belly white stomach to the sun and ended the day drinking vodka tonics and playing cards just like I was on vacation. All that came to an abrupt halt with Monday morning when I realized I had a sunburn and was still nursing a stubborn head cold.

Wilson Calls on Bush to Fire Rove

Amen.

Can we get rid of Karl Rove?

I am simply fascinated by the unfolding Rove/Plame scandal. It's my obsession right now.

Sunday night passive entertainment.

I had given up on Six Feet Under when it ended with what I thought was an ending oworthy of "All My Children" last season, but tonight was really marvelous, with lots of the magic and humor of the first two seasons. Patricia Clarkson has showed up for another guest appearance and she is fabulously over the top as an aging hippie. The daughter, Claire, passed the time at a temp job pretending to sing You Light Up My Life. And Suzie Bright makes an appearance as herself, appropo of nothing but lending authenticity to a group of middle aged women partying.

Oh and things wrap up with a rendition of Jane Siberry's Calling All Angels. Couldn't be more perfect.

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This afternoon, I was complaining to my office mate Lauren about how I didn't want to go to the salsa class that I had signed up for. When I got there it turned out that the four classes that I paid for didn't include my last weekend, when I was out of town. I went to substitute tonight's class for last Saturday and realized the I had to pay anew for a class this evening, but since I was there I did (and paid for) the Wednesday evening class. It was definitely worthwhile. It was an excellent review of the basic step, the right turn and the left turn. There were 60 people trying to learn salsa. Frankie Martinez broke it down for us. When we got into partner work I did get into trouble, but while we were doing the basic step ad nauseum I noticed that I knew when to move my hips.

Sad News

Reading the news in England just makes me feel sad. It's also sort of unreal.

UCLA's Art Market Sensation

You know you are doing something right when you open the NY Times and find the lead sentence of an article describing one of your humblest, most-hardworking friends. My pal Elliot, who was the date to my junior prom, incidentally, was featured in the Times Art Section this Sunday. One of his paintings can be found on the second page of the article.

Weekend in Boston/Worcester

I had a lovely weekend in Boston, catching up with friends, eating out, and enjoying very fine weather. I did a little salsa dancing on Friday night, and I am happy to report that I successfully danced with many, many people without making an absolute fool of myself. I found myself wishing that I could make turns that were actually graceful, but then I realized that I had to cut myself some slack and appreciate the fact that I was actually successfully following people and giving myself an opportunity to practice.

Sunday evening found me making a fourth round of margarita's at the house of the Mom of my friend Jessica and defending Alberto Gonzales as the the best possible thing we could hope for as replacement for Sandra Day O'Connor, which I realize I may come to regret. Also, we danced to the latest Romanian pop sensation, a la New Jersey college student.

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