The accolades from her performance in the HBO series ‘Euphoria’ get louder and louder every week – though to be honest I have not yet been able to bring myself to watch the show based on what is said to be regularly-triggering topics and depictions, and it’s all I can do to handle the damn Olympics right now – but I am certain Zendaya is entirely worthy of the praise. Given her previous winning turns in everything from ‘The Greatest Showman’ to ‘Dune’, it seems she can do no wrong. And her red carpet style is nothing short of stunning – hence this Dazzler of the Day honor.
February
2022
February
2022
The Madonna Timeline: Song #167 – ‘Something To Remember’ ~ Summer 1990
{Note: The Madonna Timeline is an ongoing feature, where I put the iPod on shuffle and write a little anecdote on whatever was going on in my life when that Madonna song was released and/or came to prominence in my mind.}
Seems I’ve played the game for much too long
I let people buy my love and I
Never got to sing my songs for you
I had all my bets laid all on you
Set your stakes too high, you’re bound to lose
In the game of love you pay your dues
Say that happiness cannot be measured
And a little pain can bring you all life’s little pleasures
What a joke
Summer in upstate New York is a sticky and uncomfortable affair much of the time. Nights, especially, drone on longer than necessary when the heat and humidity combine to make for difficult sleeping and restless nights. The summer of 1990 – which was the summer of Madonna’s Blond Ambition reign – found me hurtling from Amsterdam, New York to Washington, DC and Russia – then back again. It was, indeed, ‘Something to Remember’, and I do… I still very much do.
When last we left the ‘I’m Breathless’ entries of the Madonna Timeline, the question was ‘What Can You Lose?’ With ‘Something to Remember’, we return to that magical summer – a summer that could quite feasibly be one of my favorite summers of all time, as they don’t seem to be getting any better. There’s something profoundly sad in that, and yet inevitable, so I embrace the one from 1990 all the more warmly.
That was the summer we went to the Soviet Union – my first plane ride anywhere – initiation by Aeroflot fire. That was the summer we returned to the corn already high again. That was the summer we almost grew up. One day I’ll try to more fully capture the trip to the then-Soviet-Union that we made then – for now there are only these hints of it.
I was not your woman, I was not your friend
But you gave me something to remember
No other man said love yourself
Nobody else can
We weren’t meant to be
At least not in this lifetime
But you gave me something to remember
I hear you still say, love yourself
At the not-so-ripe age of fourteen, I was just starting to awaken to the madness of adolescence and all the confusing thrills that were just around the corner. There were stirrings of attraction, but at that point I couldn’t tell friendship from romance, and honestly I was always looking for someone – anyone – to stave off the loneliness.
Madonna was there with her blonde-tressed ambition in full-effect, but on the ‘I’m Breathless’ album there was this jazzy slow-burn song of lost love, and somehow I already felt I understand her pain in my own longing. Visions of a dimly-lit bar, smoke adrift in the air back when it could be, the way it was everywhere in Russia, crossed my mind when I listened to this, rushing toward adulthood as much as it struck a little bit of terror in me.
I had all my bets laid all on you
Set your stakes too high, you’re bound to lose
In the game of love I’ve paid my dues
Guess I’m waiting for my place in your sun
Wish I had the chance to know you when it wasn’t stormy weather
What a shame, who’s to blame?
The song would haunt me when we returned home, when we went back to being stuck in a small town, back to when we were alone again. I would wake to the bright sun of summer and feel pangs of emptiness, having been on an exciting adventure and tasting what life could be, then suddenly plunged back into the summer before another year of high school, and another year of being trapped. And hunted.
At night – those awful, restless, unending summer nights that somehow seemed darker than any night in winter – I would play this song, and dream of a glamorous existence which consisted mostly of whispered images, a sparkling tableaux parading fantastically across my mind, based in bits of movies, passages of novels, stories of decadence. It was my fledgling crafting of the life I would one day eventually lead, only when the time came I would not realize it. Only looking back can I see and almost feel its frisson. And mostly I’m glad for that – glad that I had that, and glad that I’m no longer in it.
I was not your woman, I was not your friend
But you gave me something to remember
No other man said love yourself
Nobody else can
We weren’t meant to be
At least not in this lifetime
But you gave me something to remember
I hear you still say, love yourself
As the summer of 1990 came to its inevitable close, we returned to school. Things felt different again, the way they would for the next few years. Adolescence would shift the world in such irrevocable ways. We hung on as best as we could, but there were stumbles and falls. Madonna finished her Dick Tracy chapter, bid adieu to Breathless Mahoney, and by the end of the year she was onto ‘Justify My Love‘. It was a darkly beautiful road of more adult concerns, a daring and edgy period that wouldn’t let up until the turn of ‘Bedtime Stories’.
‘Something to Remember’ was also the name of Madonna’s first and thus far only collection of ballads, released in the fall of 1995 and primed to set the stage for her first glorious comeback in ‘Evita’. Much happened in the ensuing years since its release on ‘I’m Breathless’, and by the fall of 1995, summer – in all its forms and incantations – felt very far away.
Song #167 – ‘Something To Remember’ ~ Summer 1990
February
2022
Murmurs of Madonna
Tomorrow the Madonna Timeline returns with something billed as something to remember, but it’s not one of the strongest entries. Some Madonna songs can be no more than filler, and fodder for memories. In this preparatory post, we see some of her latest online shenanigans. What I would give for her lighting and filters…
The latest murmurs of Madonna have her working on a collection of her 50 #1 Dance hits for this fall (late summer?) as well as casting her movie biopic. I wish I could get more excited over both of these projects, but Madonna’s strength has never resided in re-hashing. Re-inventing, yes. Revolutionizing, absolutely. Re-treading… not so much, even if a Madonna re-tread is still often more spectacular than most pop stars’ virgin tracks.
Speaking of virgins, I see that her classic ‘Like A Virgin’ song is used now in a Virgin cruise ship commercial. Once upon a time, that song was controversy and untouchable for commercial purposes. Clearly, times have changed. A cruise ship commercial. Dear God.
Tomorrow, we return to the glory days. May there be a few more in the future…
February
2022
The Blush of a Tom Ford Rose
A surprise pre-Valentine’s release of three new Private Blend rose scents from Tom Ford was happy news indeed, made even happier by Andy’s gift of a sampler set including the entire trio. (I wish Ford had done something similar with the Vert or Oud lines, but we’ll take what we get.) In this case, everything’s coming up roses, as Ford presents scents inspired by a rose garden, and while I’m a relatively recent convert to the love of rose in fragrances, the passion burns brightly now, as evidenced by ‘Oud Fleur‘, ‘Portrait of a Lady‘ and ‘Rose & Cuir‘. For Ford’s latest floral entries, I did a sampling of each over a three day period, and here are my thoughts.
Rose de Amalfi ~ I expected to either love or hate this, but I fell somewhere in-between. An all-too-brief opening of sharp citrus – with the tartness of bergamot – dissipates all-too-quickly, but while it lasts it hides the powdery rose from view. Sadly such giddy citrus never stays for long, and as soon as it subsides the powdery heliotrope takes over, again hiding the rose from view. It’s a tantalizing game of hide and seek, with no satisfying reveal.
Approaching the questionable border of an antiseptic quality, this one then surprises with an echo of that sharp citrus opening, lingering a little longer as if to expressly defy the notion of citrus before disappearing again.
This is the point where I expected it to crumble into sugar, the way a few of Ford’s latest releases have gone (‘Lost Cherry’ and ‘Rose Prick’ for instance) but just as it begins to crystallize to a dusty essence, it holds on, clinging desperately to some small trace of tartness and refusing to caramelize into something more. The heliotrope then steps forward again, a multitude of tiny blooms to mask the rose, and it seems as though the rose of Amalfi is a shy one indeed, letting itself be whisked off sight unseen by some rushed sea breeze.
Rose de Russie ~ The preliminary literature on this had it pegged as the one I would love the most, and all went according to plan. This is a gloriously peppery rose with underlying layers of leather that reveal themselves in stages. The rose and pepper battle for dominance in the opening, and it’s an exquisite duet for those of us who find rose in its pure form too sweet and rich. Darker than its cousins, ‘Rose de Russie’ is the evening scent for this trio, and I appreciate it all the more for that. It’s still slightly green, with an herbal element which crops up after the opening, much appreciated to keep steering away from the danger of sweetness. There was a fruity note that surfaced at one point- not at all unwelcome, and I’ll take fruity over sugary any day.
Twenty minutes in the scent goes all bashful, timid and hesitant, barely peeking out from the cuffs of my shirt. Still gorgeous, simply subdued. Then the synthetic leather vibe comes into prominence, still laced with a peppery rose, and still slightly hidden, which is a good thing at this point. I need to explore this one a bit more, but it’s a likely contender for the spring/summer scent 2022…
February
2022
A Go Fund Me for a Friend
Every now and then a Go Fund Me pops up for someone I know, and this time it’s worth a share. Check out the page for Ken Screven, a history-making hero who could use a little help right now. See the Go Fund Me page his friends have set up for him here: https://gofund.me/dd2fd7dc. And feel free to share it.
Our friend Ken Screven needs our help.Ken has been hospitalized since October 30, when he was admitted to Albany Medical Center. Ken spent most of November at AMC before being transferred to the Fulton Center in Gloversville. He’s since been back to AMC and soon will be transferred to the Shaker Place Rehabilitation & Nursing Center in Colonie.His medical expenses are piling up. Although he worked for one company for more than three decades, his insurance coverage ended when he retired. He is now on Medicare and it’s not covering the extraordinary expenses of his medical care. We hope to raise $25,000 to pay his out-of-pocket expenses and to purchase equipment to allow Ken to successfully rehab and hopefully return to his beloved apartment in Center Square.Ken is our legend: He was the first black man hired to report the news in New York’s Capital Region. We all remember hearing his deep baritone voice in our living rooms for 34 years while he worked as a reporter and anchor for WRGB, the local CBS affiliate.
Ken is our hero: He was awarded the Albany Damien Center ‘Hero Award’ in 2020 in appreciation of his longtime advocacy for the region’s LGBT community.
Ken is our fighter: He’s a fierce (his favorite word!) defender of racial justice.
Ken is our friend: So many of us have so many memories of Ken being there for us when we needed him.
If you follow Ken on Facebook, you’ve seen photos of scores of friends who visited him in Albany and Gloversville during the past four months. He wrote these words about a month ago:“The actual number of people who continue to embrace my spirit astounds me. You guys don’t realize how much your continued joy and energy is lifting me up, even in dark times here in a nursing home. This photo is from a few months ago. My current energy level doesn’t reflect what I need to rejoin you but certainly, I feel and need your love and support and courage.”
February
2022
Dazzler of the Day: Aneesa Waheed
Those who understand the magical alchemy between good food and good company inherently know how to dazzle just about everyone. As such, Aneesa Waheed is named Dazzler of the Day for her inspired enthusiasm for sharing good food with the world. She’s opened three local establishments of her creation, Tara Kitchen, and I was fortunate to finally have dinner with some dear friends at the Troy location. The website for her culinary creations can be found here, and is worth several deep dives – the blog alone offers videos and recipes for some amazing dishes. While there, you can also delve into Waheed’s marvelous story of how she came to craft such delicious Moroccan-inspired fare, with elements of all of her world-wide journeys adding delectable accents and unexpected delights to the global comfort food forming the basis of her menus. And speaking of those menus – they are worth a slow and teasing read-through before your visit, when you can request a detailed explanation of your favorites. We have just begun our Tara Kitchen journey, and I can’t wait to visit again.
(Be sure to scroll down to her video recipe of chicken with preserved lemons and olives, a dish I just made, and it was simply insane.)
February
2022
Mindfulness Amid the Mundane
The post-shower towel shot serves several purposes. First and foremost is the clickbait aspect that typically gains more viewers when anyone takes their clothes off. Second, there is the bait and switch aspect for which this site should be better known. A post fronted by gratuitous nudity that ends up being about meditation and mindfulness is one of those twists that keep me interested in this nineteen-year-old website. Third, taking a shower is a mundane everyday moment that is ripe for mindfulness, so these photos go along with that idea, and give me a chance to expound upon a beginning practice in meditation and mindfulness, which some friends and family have asked about.
I’ve been making my way through Matthew Sockolov’s ‘Practicing Mindfulness’ book, a collection of ’75 Essential Meditations to Reduce Stress, Improve Mental Health, and Find Peace in the Everyday.’ The most recent meditation I tried is ideal for anyone looking to begin a meditation practice, and I wish I’d happened upon it sooner in my journey. It’s about resting the mind, which seems to be the most difficult part of meditation for almost everyone I’ve talked to about this.
Sockolov recommends this easy ten-minute practice as a way to calm the thoughts that invariably creep into our heads as soon as we stop moving and sit still. In today’s world where information and distractions are thrown at us non-stop from the moment we wake to the moment we fall asleep with our phones in our hands, still mindlessly scrolling like automatons, this is especially challenging to do. We are conditioned to be in a state of constant stimulation, and that is wreaking havoc on multiple levels. The best and easiest way to break this cycle, and the addiction of the phone, is to step away from it, and insist on carving out time and space for simply sitting still in silence. Not the most comfortable place for anyone to be anymore, but if you give it a chance you may find the rest of your life begins to calm down too. It worked for me.
Begin by finding the time and place to do this. If you are one who worries about time (like my Virgo self), set a phone alarm for five or ten minutes so you’re not constantly looking at the minutes passing by. Find a quiet place of solitude, even if it’s just a bathroom to escape. Ideally you have somewhere better to go where you can be comfortable. The practice is to sit or lie down and begin deep breathing. One slow breath in and one slow breath out. Then again. And again.
Once you are doing this, you will find a number of thoughts start creeping into your head. What you are making for dinner, what time you need to pick the kids up from practice, what you need to get from the store, what outfit to wear for next weekend’s get-together, who you need to call back, who you don’t want to text back – a myriad of life’s nonsense will suddenly impede on this moment, and that’s ok. Allow the thoughts to come, acknowledge them, and let them pass by. Eventually they will stop. If they don’t, it’s good to find something else to focus on to maintain the quiet posture. Sockolov advises on holding a couple of phrases in your head:
May my mind be at ease.
May I be at ease with my mind.
On each slow inhale, you can focus on the mantra ‘May my mind be at ease’ and on each slow exhale repeat it again ‘May my mind be at ease.’ On the next inhale think of the next one ‘May I be at ease with my mind’ and doing the same on the exhale. It provides a basic framework and focus that may help in pushing other thoughts from the mind, and achieving that divine blank space in your head is the purpose here. When worrisome thoughts are eradicated, it’s difficult to worry. This magic is something I wish I had discovered earlier, because it bleeds into the rest of life.
If you can manage five to ten minutes of this each day, you will find it easy to increase by a minute or two until you’re getting in a good fifteen to twenty minutes of meditation, and that’s when things get even better. It allows you to be more fully present, and leads into the practice of mindfulness, inhabiting the most mundane moments of the day, such as a simple shower, or the act of getting dressed. These things are typically rushed and blown through without thought, other than worrying about what comes next. By being present to the task at hand, you may find a joy in the process itself, and focusing on each step of a task is another way of pushing worrisome thoughts from your headspace.
{Naked selfies not required in a shower situation; I’m only here to illustrate and illuminate.}
February
2022
Blue Villain Bad Guy
Post-Valentine’s blues got you down?
Pre-Valentine’s blues got you down?
General Valentine’s blues got you down?
Come ride with this giddy bit of musical villainy by Billie Eilish. If it’s good enough to be used in a figure skating routine, it’s good enough to use here. And it is by all accounts and measures good enough.
White shirt now red, my bloody nose
Sleepin’, you’re on your tippy toes
Creepin’ around like no one knows
Think you’re so criminal
Bruises on both my knees for you
Don’t say thank you or please
I do what I want when I’m wanting to
My soul? So cynical
Boy versus girl in the World Series of love, and boy versus boy in the Super Bowl of Glory.
We were all these things, we were all these people, we were all the devil in disguise.
And at the end of every day, we washed all the dirty off.
Or did we?
So you’re a tough guy
Like it really rough guy
Just can’t get enough guy
Chest always so puffed guy
I’m that bad type
Make your mama sad type
Make your girlfriend mad tight
Might seduce your dad type
I’m the bad guy
Duh
Some songs are simply diabolical, bringing out the best of the beast inside of us. They make us lose our sense of… sense. When coupled with the madness of men, what chance did any vestige of innocence ever stand? A slinky baseline, more slinky than any dress you’ve worn, and tighter than any anatomically-contoured crotch-pouch that Andrew Christian could ever come up with… defying you not to move.
I like it when you take control
Even if you know that you don’t
Own me, I’ll let you play the role
I’ll be your animal
My mommy likes to sing along with me
But she won’t sing this song
If she reads all the lyrics
She’ll pity the men I know
Ghosts appear in the dim night shower.
Ghosts of the men I used to be.
Ghosts that creep up behind me
…to thrill, to chill, to kill…
It’s what we used to do. Slaying before it was ever a thing on a Friday night drag show on VH-Fucking-1. Ghosting in a way more real and visceral than your sad cel habits could even approach. You don’t even know what it’s like to want, your little whines will only approximate and echo our feverish desperation. It was literally life or death then.
So you’re a tough guy
Like it really rough guy
Just can’t get enough guy
Chest always so puffed guy
I’m that bad type
Make your mama sad type
Make your girlfriend mad tight
Might seduce your dad type
I’m the bad guy
Duh
A blue-lit shower backed by Billie Eilish, music both mysterious and monstrous, perfect for bending over and getting fucked by memories of nights so dark no starlight could reach them. Not then, not now, not ever. So impenetrably black you cannot see, and what you think your eyes detect is but a tease, a bubble on the tongue.
I like when you get mad
I guess I’m pretty glad that you’re alone
You said she’s scared of me?
I mean, I don’t see what she sees
But maybe it’s ’cause I’m wearing your cologne
And haunting.
Don’t think we cannot thrill anymore, don’t even.
I will take your pop anthems and turn them into trifling playthings, like this post.
Captured. Entranced. Held all the way down, all the way to the end.
The End.
February
2022
Dazzler of the Day: Jacksepticeye
This Dazzler of the Day is going to totally show my middle-age, because I’m not exactly sure what he does, but he clearly has an enormous following, and anyone who can make an impact in such a fractured online world is pretty damn impressive. Allow me to introduce Jacksepticeye, originally christened Seán William McLoughlin, who is a popular Irish YouTuber and blogger. While I may not get the name or the impact, I know he’s raised millions of dollars for charity, and the empathy belying that is more than enough to dazzle. Check out and subscribe to his crazy-popular YouTube channel here.
February
2022
An Expanse of Snow for the Mind
One of the things that prevents many people from meditating is their perceived inability to sit still and quiet their mind. It’s completely understandable, given the nature of this fast-paced world and how we have been trained to expect stimulation at all times. It’s not easy to turn off the mind, especially in the middle of the day. If it’s helpful to meditate first thing in the morning or last thing at night, that’s certainly a good plan. The other technique I’ve found when thoughts impede on my meditation is to focus on a series of images or ideas. In this case, a fall of snow.
An apt idea, as some of us have had more than a brush with winter storms. So take the image of a snowstorm as it nears its end, and the last few snowflakes are falling to the ground. Or better yet, think of a day when there’s a brief snow squall, and then it stops, as if it hadn’t been snowing at all. In those last moments, picture the snow gradually clearing from the sky, the distracting pings of frozen water landing softly on the ground and leaving an airy stillness in their wake, a wide expanse of clarity and clearness.
If you can, think of your thoughts the same way – they may flurry, they may fluster, they may rage – but eventually they should slow and subside, like the snowflakes. And if it doesn’t happen today, try again tomorrow. Every snowstorm comes to an end, and eventually even winter will limp away. Spring and summer will come again, and the snow will stop; the same can hold true for your worries and concerns. That’s when the beauty of meditation begins.
February
2022
Why I Stopped Watching the Rest of the Olympics
In the Olympic figure skating world, judges are very much aware of which skaters are known for under-rotated jumps (when a skater goes for, say, a triple and doesn’t quite make the full third spin around) and as such they watch those skaters a little closer, judging them a little harsher because they have a history of under-rotation. While judgment is very much on the specific performance given on the day of competition, the entirety of what brought that skater to that point can’t help but play a part in how they perform – and how they are judged. Their past is undeniably part of their present.
The same thing is at work when the world watches the Russian doping scandal of 2022, wherein Kamila Valieva was discovered to have tested positive for an illegal drug earlier in the season. For a country that was previously suspended for a state-sponsored doping scheme in the 2014 Olympics, it seemed like more of the same. Yet someone somewhere decided that it was ok for her to compete, despite the fact that she had the drug in her system during the time of her qualifying path to the Olympics. True, she did not test positive while at the Olympics, but she tested positive when everyone else around her was competing against her for a spot at the Olympics. That’s how this works.
The first story that came out to explain why the drug was in her system was that it was a mix-up with her grandfather’s medication. I don’t buy that. If you’re in the running for the Olympics, and you live in a house with a substance that could get you banned, you make damn sure not to take the wrong pill. As for whether such a drug would help or enhance her performance, there is more of a question, particularly when you consider her powerhouse quads – the first for a woman at the Olympics. But when you are dealing at such a high level of performance, and tenths of a point make all the difference, every little thing counts.
When the decision was made to allow her to compete, skaters like Adam Rippon, Tara Lipinski, and Johnny Weir all posted their disagreement with the call via their social media accounts, as well as numerous others. Their reason for being against allowing Valieva to compete was the same as mine: whether it was her choice, whether it was intentional, or whether it was in the weeks leading up to the Olympics – the fact remained that she tested positive for a banned substance while on the competition path. The other skaters who were being tested as they competed did not test positive. How is this fair to them?
That’s what it came down to for me – the other skaters. The ones who worked through their Olympic journeys without testing positive, without ‘accidentally’ ingesting a banned substance, without the shadow of a history of doping behind them. I could no longer watch them with the same joy and thrill I felt when suddenly I had to doubt about the veracity of how one of them got there. But I’ll leave the rest of this post to people who know way more about skating that I do:
“Kamila Valieva is allowed to compete. What a dark day this is for the fight against doping in sports.” ~ Christine Brennan
“I am so angry. The ladies event tomorrow is a complete joke. It’s not a real competition and it most likely won’t even have a medal ceremony. So many Olympic experiences stolen from clean athletes who got here without the help of performance enhancing drugs. What a shame.” ~ Adam Rippon
“I can’t condone the decision. There was a positive drug test, therefore the athlete who tested positive, at fault or not, regardless of age or timing of test/result, should not be allowed to compete against clean athletes.” ~ Johnny Weir
“I strongly disagree with this decision. At the end of the day, there was a positive test and there is no question in my mind that she should not be allowed to compete. Regardless of age or timing of the test/results. I believe this will leave a permanent scar on our sport.” ~ Tara Lipinski
February
2022
Moroccan Hygge
Our friends Gloria and Meredith treated Andy and I to our first dinner at Tara Kitchen the other night and it was an absolute revelation. Unsure of whether the giddiness was from the company or the delicious food, it made for an evening of joy that had me scrambling to find out more about Tara Kitchen, and trying out some tagine recipes, starting with this Vegetable Tagine as seen in full here.
The main thrust of flavor comes from the Ras El Hanout, which I did my best to assemble from scratch – about 12 different spices that combine into one magical mixture that you can keep on hand. I made a big batch since I intend to try out several recipe in the coming weeks. Moroccan tagines are the perfect accompaniment to the season of hygge – warming and hearty, comforting and pleasant, and spicy enough to heat things up in the most frigid of winters. When the spices were mixed well together, this was the beautiful result:
Once they hit the heat, all sorts of delicious aromas broke out, and the kitchen was filled with hope and happiness just ready to dance on the tongue. This veggie tagine was a lovely introduction to Tara Kitchen, and I strongly recommend you give them a try. Check out their website here, which comes complete with recipes and items for purchase (in case you don’t want to make your own Ras El Hanout).
February
2022
Ever In Green
The sun has been deceptively stronger these past few days, filling our Western-exposure bedroom with late afternoon light. Just when it seems the winter is getting unbearable, these breaks of sunlight sustain us to the next day, and I can already feel the way the light lasts a little longer every afternoon. We hang onto that hope, with flowers and dreams and fragrances.
Along with an aforementioned floral bouquet, the greens of evergreens have caught my notice this winter – their refusal to give up green living even in the face of the chilliest temperatures is an exhibition in beautiful defiance. The thuja and junipers in our yard have provided not only an outside bit of beauty, but a wonderful indoor display utilizing just a branch of two. I’ve had several vases of Thuja ‘Steeplechase’ in the attic since the holidays – and they show no signs of letting up. They are a wonderful yet overlooked way of bringing the outdoors in – not the dried and brown desiccated skeletons of branches – but the living, fresh and vibrant backdrop to the blandness of winter.
If you’re looking to clip a few evergreen boughs for indoors, they benefit from a soak in cold water (‘foliage’ and all) as they may be extremely dry. (Being that I don’t have a big vat of water anywhere, I just set them in the sink and showered them from the faucet.) Then I clipped them at an angle and plopped them in their respective vases. There they remain, as fresh and green as the day they were brought indoors. No rose could last half as long.
February
2022
Dazzler of the Day: Erin Jackson
Olympic speed skater Erin Jackson raced to a gold medal in the 500 meter event, becoming the first US woman to win that medal since Bonnie Blair in 1994 – she’s also the first Black woman to win an individual gold medal in speed skating ever according to the US Olympic and Paralympic Committee. Today Jackson earns one more honor: Dazzler of the Day, for all of the above reasons.
February
2022
A Lingerie-clad Recap for Valentine’s Day
Rehashing some Valentine-themed photos from the distant post is the best I can muster for this year’s faux-holiday festivities for the day of hearts. Valentine’s Day is traditionally a cheese-fest, and while I’m usually here for such nonsense, it’s a Monday in the middle of winter, and we are going to need more than chocolate and roses to raise the spirits. Luckily, Andy is way more than chocolate and roses, so we shall celebrate quietly and happily at home while the rest of the world goes bonkers for restaurant reservations. If you’re celebrating V-Day, good for you – and if you’re not, even better. On with the weekly recap…
Every morning is better with a cider doughnut.
A year beneath the Buddha tree.
The unexpected delights of love.
Channing Tatum’s naked ass cheek.
Olympic Spotlights fell on Julia Marino, Chris Mazdzer, Mikaela Shiffrin, and Lindsey Jacobellis.
Dazzlers of the Day included Christopher Nassise, Karen Chen, Alan Ritchson, Chloe Kim, Ayumu Hirano, Dylan Efron, and Vanessa James & Eric Radford.















































