Mobile nativity scene seen in on the road in Mesa.
Awesome.
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I heard about this guy who decorated his Christmas tree with nothing but Uglydoll keychains. Then he took a bunch of pictures of the Uglytree and posted them on the internet for everyone to see.
Around 1979 I was a big fan of the Saturday night radio show on WAVA FM 105, one of the DC area's major AOR stations. The intro music was an a capella piece with a bass ostinato keeping the rhythm, and lead vocals singing "Saturday night" and "Saturday night is partyin' time" repeatedly. I never knew what it was, and just today it occurred to me to Google it. The song is "Saturday Night" from the 1972 musical Don't Play Us Cheap by Melvin Van Peebles, adapted from his novel The Party In Harlem. Here it is:
The verses were cut from the WAVA intro spot, so this is the first time I've heard the whole song (it's still little over a minute long). George McCurn's amazing bass remains the centerpiece of the song, though. I wonder how many other DC suburbanites remember this one.
(Which is worse, that I spent Saturday nights listening to the radio as a teenager, or that as an adult I'm spending a Saturday night writing about listening to the radio on Saturday nights as a teenager?)
Had to upload it to youtube this time!
At least his bedding will be clean soon, even if he isn't....
Borrowed from: the Sacramento Library (although, if someone wanted to get it for me for Christmas, I would love them forever and ever)
Rating: 10 out of 10
Synopsis: God in couples counseling? Sounds sacrilegious, but in the adept hands of comedian, writer and actress Isaacs, it's a success. Isaacs reached bottom at age 40: no job, no boyfriend, no home. Of course, she blamed God. So off they went to counseling with the ever-patient therapist Rudy. Isaacs moves easily between recounting her life story and her counseling sessions. She describes encounters with the Nice Jesus of her Lutheran upbringing; the Oakie Pentecostal church and the militant counselor; the Rock-n-Roll church and the Orthopraxy, Dude church, plus her rocky acting career and her love life, including guilt-ridden sex and Mostly Mister Right. Isaacs readily admits to being snarky, but she's honest about her quest and its conclusion. She's funny, biting, earthy and brilliant.
Review: I've been putting off writing this review because of just how much I loved this book and I don't feel like my review can do it justice. Susan Isaacs is a) raw, b) brilliant, and c) hilarious. The literary device she created —of taking God to couples counseling—worked perfectly and did a great job of giving the whole book a cohesive feel that is sometimes absent from memoir. The evolution of God's voice throughout the book is especially well done. Reading about the difficulties Isaacs went through in her walk with God felt so much more real than a lot of other Christian books I've read in the past. It's like she's, this is going to sound crazy, an actual person. She is refreshingly honest and I just fell in love with her story and the way she dealt with what came her way. And did I mention she's funny? Bitingly funny. I couldn't recommend this book more highly to all of my Christian girlfriends and to anyone who's disillusioned with the church. We ended up reading it for my book club and every single person absolutely loved it.
F. Terrible.
Jake Gyllenhaal was recently on "Jimmy Kimmel Live" and showed off his new Steelers tat (I'm pretty sure it's fake). He's been in Pittsburgh for the past three months filming Love and Other Drugs.
Ok, so here's last year's real tree:
Not
horrible but not great and certainly no Blue Room tree. Did you see the
First Lady's tree?!?! It's so beautiful. Like *tear* beautiful. See it here.
Then here's this year's tree:
Hmmmm.
I think I still liked the real tree better. I should try to take a
picture in similar lighting for a better comparison, right?
to get going in a cold and (slightly) snowy day
goddess bless the DbT.
...because if I have google wave, everyone else in the world has google wave.
but if by any chance any of ya'll been living in a cave, I got eight (8) invites to gwave. doesn't mean that I know much anything about it.
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