The Pussy Sniff of Choice
June 8, 2010
Tickled by this article in the Wall Street Journal about cats in captivity, and the commercial fragrance they prefer. Those scent whores (me too!)…Can you guess which one?
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Tickled by this article in the Wall Street Journal about cats in captivity, and the commercial fragrance they prefer. Those scent whores (me too!)…Can you guess which one?
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Muse and lover of the late Allen Ginsburg, and a poet of note. Here’s something from 1957… My Bed is Covered Yellow My bed is covered yellow – Oh Sun, I sit on you Oh golden field I lay on you Oh money I dream of you More, More, cried the bed – talk to…
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Funny, forthright, bittersweet: none doesn’t quite describe Everyday Rapture, the lovely, not-quite one woman show starring Sherie Rene Scott at the Roundabout’s American Airlines Theater (what whores, the Roundabout, bartering naming rights for such a clunky moniker). Rapture is more than that quintessential show biz tale of a girl who makes it to New York…
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Left, with Dustin Hoffman when they appeared on Broadway in Jimmy Shine. Bottom, in later years. RIP…
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You’ve only 2 days left to catch Philippe Halsman’s Jump at the Laurence Miller Gallery. The photographer hit on a unique way to make his subjects drop their inhibitions, and the results are a marvel. The show biz types don’t surprise nearly as much as folks like the Duke and Duchess of Windsor, Richard Nixon…
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“It’s endurance art,” I whispered to my spouse as we made our way through Marina Abromavic’s The Artist is Present at the Museum of Modern Art (through May 31). Actually it’s about a great many things–like the willingness of viewers to accept, embrace, that which might discomfort the sensibilities (depictions of violence, nudity either from…
Continue readingMy mother used to say change begins in your own backyard. All of us have to live in this great big world together–the common ground between blacks and whites, men and women, Jews and Christians, and gays and straights is there to savor if only one takes a moment to set aside our differences, but…
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Just do it…your bathing suit will thank you. And don’t forget your helmet!
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It’s the last day for Walk the Walk, Kate Gilmore’s yellow, eye-popping commentary on how we plow through our days—by rote, with stamina and determination, sometimes in 2-inch heels. Situated on the west side of Bryant Park, it’s performance-installation art for these trying times, though I wonder if the tourists get it. No problem for…
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Last night, caught The Doors: When You’re Strangeon PBS’s American Masters, Tom DiCillo’s wonderful, hippie-to-riches saga of the group that gave us L.A. Woman, Riders on the Storm, and every stoner’s lullaby, Light My Fire. Narrated by Johnny Depp, When You’re Strange tells a myriad tale—of Jim Morrison, a Midwesterner who succumbed to substance abuse the…
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