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After 4 martinis and a black russian, Shaolin Soccer isn’t a bad movie. Saved! however, is fuckin’ awesome. Get a copy. Share it with friends. I am moving drunkenly to bed.

Man, downer day. I was also kicking myself during pilates about my weight again, because we’ve got 2 walls of mirrors, and I’m exhausted, and have spent most of the week living out of a hotel. So fucking frustrated, why’s it take me a year to drop two sizes? Why do I have to wait

After all, it eventually kills you. Feeling a little off today. Went to my pilates class, but skipped boxing because Sifu Dino showed up, snarked off something that really irked me, and then hung around while the boxers were warming up. And I just wasn’t in the mood for him. I have this bizarre reaction

From Moorish Girl: And I’ll always be jealous of how he [my father] once spent an airplane ride shooting the shit with Salman Rushdie (during his fatwa years). When he got off, a police squad was waiting to escort Rushdie off the plane. My baba came home that night and told me, “Randood, don’t believe

Just got my latest copy of Scientific American. Why is it that whenever they do a story on “early man” the covershot is always, always, always a man holding a spear? Because showing a woman’s breasts on the cover (however artistically rendered) is scary? Or just because the idea of a female form standing in

Oh, good. Feministing takes on Dowd. My favorite paraphrase from this one has to be “Feminism isn’t a fucking dating service.” That one’s going on my quote list. Amanda’s got some good reactions as well, and links to others, who aren’t so good. She points out that we’re still seeing articles and “studies” with a

Stumble home, unpack, pile up laundry, try and find a fourth frickin’ quarter… turn the house upside down to try and find a damn quarter, nothing, fuck it, these kicking pants are clean enough, leave `um to air out. Pack wraps, belt, shirt, towel, (boxing class tomorrow) ignore two coffee cups in the sink (at

The age-old battle between the people on the ground and the people heading it all up from on-high: When corp. comes in next and tells us how incredibly complicated we need to make things, we’ve collectively agreed to use this knee-in-the-gut retort: “It’ll cost you more money.” Gets `um every time…. Makes our jobs easier.

Man, I love it when other people tackle stuff that pisses me off, so I don’t have to. I read this piece in the NY Times by Maureen Dowd yesterday. She’s pissed about the recent “study” that “proves” that men are “naturally” drawn toward subordinate women (again, I want to see the study where it’s

“Yes, Clarissa thinks, it’s time for the day to be over. We throw our parties; we abandon our families…; we struggle to write books that do not change the world, despite our gifts and our unstinting efforts, our most extravagent hopes. We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep – it’s