Ah, that day when my friends Sara and Lance and I went to the Hirshhorn gallery to see the Laurie Anderson exhibit, and turned around to discover that we were being followed by… Laurie Anderson.

Ah, that day when my friends Sara and Lance and I went to the Hirshhorn gallery to see the Laurie Anderson exhibit, and turned around to discover that we were being followed by… Laurie Anderson.

Yesterday I referred to the late (and missed) Helene Hanff, a writer who’s attitude I particularly enjoy. One of her friends, who we learned of in 84 Charing Cross Road, was an actress, Maxine Stuart. Keep that [more...]
Now, I seem to remember that I complained once about not having a hottie for a mayor. I mean, San Francisco has the gorgeous Gavin; while San Jose is stuck with the indicted Ron. But who knows what the future has in [more...]
The last day of our conference featured a little bit of history: courtesy of Lyn and Norman Lear, a display of the Dunlap Broadside of the Declaration of Independence. The what you ask? Well, here’s how the story [more...]