My mother wrote me that if I want to get "in touch with [my] Jewishness" I can go to see a concert or radical Jewish music, um WHAT??? Since when am I Jewish? Especially after her letters about a young hasidic man coming over to get a band aid and that was all a ruse "to see the pretty shiksa lady" and you would think that gentile mother = gentile daughter. Also, I think she was there when I was baptised into the Congregational Church. This is like when I was convinced they thought I was a lesbian. Next my mom's gonna think I'm a member of Sinister, the way everyone else thinks, AND WHICH I NEVER WAS HELLOOOOO.

So I was reading the Globe while waiting on the supermarket checkout line, the "SVU Star! GAY SEX!!" headline being sooo tantalizing, especially after message board gossiping about the stars. I think, gee is it Mariska or Stephanie but no! It's Richard Belzer!!! Sweet jesus!

From now on, I think I am just going to assume that EVERYONE on SVU is gay until proven otherwise.

so Scary Bank Thing was resolved. Bad, but not horrible, and it's fairly much over.

But:

My parents scared me in other ways.

They finally made the 'we want grandchildren' remark. They said they were a bit beat having entertained a dozen people including two little children "but that's not to discourage more grandchildren" For years I've been thought of too young for babies, I guess I've crossed that line: my folks think I'm old!! (The joke is I am more than happy to have grandchildren. And frankly, psychologically/mentally I am ready/willing. It's just the practical reasons, you know?) And where do they think these grandbabies are magically going to come from?? I didn't tell them I'm working on it, because that would involve a further discussion that I really don't need to get into.

This, the day after I whipped my self up into near frenzy/worry about 15 years! 300 lost chances! Fertility plummeting!

Hey, I'm in a reasonably decent mood, why don't I go read that BUST article about age and fertility to induced a panic attack. All right!!!

Wanky bank + shit weather = my big plans for the weekend RUINED. But it turned out even nicer than I had expected. Church sale was a DUD. So I tried the 27d stoop sale/tag sale. Oh wow, once again gay gays>>>>church sales. Cute retro stuff for super cheap. I got Christmas presents. And good solid kitchen goods. Lots of glassware, hoorah. With fun 70s designs! My dream of Euro75 is closer to a reality! Well, okay, no, but... I am gonna check this place out if/when I move.

Oh crikey, this blog is the number one site for both "homogays" and "Hudson Univeristy t shirt" on yahoo search.

Yeah, that's spittake and me in a nutshell, ain't it?

I have been feeling crummy all week thanks to so many things and today was just the worst thanks to scary bank issues SCARY SCARY. And then a very happy happy coincedence happened but I got home to find info about Scary Bank Thing.

I skimmed through Ethan Mordden's new volume of his Broadway musical history: this one was on the 70s. He has some different opinions than John Clum. He prefers Dean Jones to Larry Kert (and, as usual, Mordden's footnote asides are fucking hysterical. The Larry Kert Birthday Story is a hoot and '"'Also""?' just killed me.) I couldn't concentrate 'cause of stuff, but, hey. "Stupid hippies" is funny and "remember when Judas Priest was a swear" Not too nice about my fave the Raul Julia Threepenny Opera but "zombie prom" is funny. And he has nice things to say about Annie!! I didn't think anyone, except women who were girls in the 70s (uhhh), like it. Also I always thought one of the songs in the musical has bits of the melody of the movie's "We've Got Annie" floating around in it, and now I find that that song was a cut one from the show. Also the final line is a goodie (albeit a bit sad). He ends with discussing the 1979-80 season, and 42nd St "And then David Merrick came on stage and told us Gower Champion was dead. the Golden Age was over"

Mordden got some good points about film and rock critics taking on criticisms of musicals and how they fail, and ooo he gives Kael a good rib. Didn't see Fiddler on Stage? Yes, it did close so quickly HAHA. Well, I think it's funny.

Oh and I read Phyllis Chesler's new book and it's sooooo depressing epsecially after being up this morning listening to Koby Mandell's mother Sherri on the radio. At Housing Works, I read that Might anthology. Hey, remind not to sleep with, I mean fuck, David Eggars. I found a another version of Jerusalem of Gold performed by the songwriter Naomi Shemer. There's just a piano, it's very touching.

And then there are things I'd go into, but, uh. They are silly and slight and incriminating.

So I'm watching a horribly (yet fascinatingly) dated 60s film with Genevieve Waite. Well, now Bijou Phillips suddenly makes a bit more sense. It's got nice location shots; I love old(er) films with city street scenes. And the soundtrack is by Rod McKuen!!

Which reminds me. The thrift store that I went to last week, the one in Gramercy, had a Rod McKuen section. OK, four books, but still! And he's STILL touring. Fantastic.

Dear lord, Donald Sutherland is playing a dopey, foppish, English aristocrat. "Let's all go to Morocco!"

This movie really is giving me decorating ideas. My next place is definitely going to have a 60s/70s European look.

So Barbie's Jewish? Okay so there's the pure mentalism of stuff like this:

Jewish Barbie dolls, with their revealing clothes and shameful postures

because a)Barbie dolls only end up in shameful postures when their (young female) owners position them that way b)revealing clothes = Jewish?

On the otherhand, it's not that much of a stretch. Barbie's mother/creator Ruth Handler was Jewish and she was named after a Jewish girl (RH's daughter). Go read some Rhonda Lieberman and M.G. Lord, Jewsweek bloggers but more importantly, learn how to use a ruler (or factcheckers, jesus). "SIX INCH BOMBSHELL?" SIX INCHES????????? Have they never SEEN a Barbie doll?

Wasn't this in a Faye Kellerman novel?

See the worst part about losing my diary/planner was that I kept a record of my communist cycle, and I can't remember when Pol Pot invaded in August. But then I remembered I made note of it on this here blog, pointless for my reading public (of what, ten), but useful for me!! and well, now I know it's Partition Time this weekend.

That and flea market/vintage sales!!! I'm goin' to Hoboken! Must look for some cheap eateries, for some fun.

So, humans are kosher! The phrase "Jewish Monster Community" is a scream, but don't you feel bad for them? I'm sure they are doubly discriminated against. Invisible in the mainstream Jewish community, and when was the last time you saw a Jewish vampire on Buffy? (wait, does Doppelgangland Willow count??) Oh sure there was that golem made by Rhoda's ex on the X-Files (wait, he did create it, right? When he wasn't on Law and Order busy giving coke to Simone from Pee-wee's Big Adventure)

Here's a hint: don't knit and chat online at the same time. I don't think anyone's getting the bag as a gift, it's full of mistakes. Oh well.

Ok, so within the kinda incestuous music blog community (you know, where evey blog posts refers to some other blog's post) WHERE ARE THE CHICKS???? Christ, no wonder I am not thoroughly enamoured of the whole thing.

So here's the tunes I got: more Isreali folk and pop (I am very very excited about the Margalit album) Judas Priest live, some Barbra, and Richard Harris. I saw the sleeve for the Shaft soundtrack BUT THERE WAS NO RECORD IN IT. This happned before at Housing Works, where there was a fantastic Juliette Greco album WITH NO RECCORD. Grrrrrr.

Maybe someday I will write about my Israeli music collection. Heh, I just realised that most of the thrifts I found the records at raise money for Jewish charities, so no wonder I'm hitting pay dirt there. And hey, the cost of my music obsession is going to GOOD CAUSES!!! I love you, secondary market!

Why am I up this early? Oh well, more time to dry my hair, or something. I am wearing the bad jeans. Will anyone notice? Which would be worse, mean comments or no comments what so ever? I think I am doing it as an experiment. I am also wearing slightly tacky mall girl underwear. I need to change the jeans before I go out to dinner tonight. Sloppy at "work" is one thing.

JM in the AM played the horrible "Tomorrow" parody/cover/whatever. They do put the schlock in Schlock Rock. It's an especially mawkish tune (not that stops me liking the original, but it is part of my Girl Heritage), so I don't know what these people are thinking.

So there is a potential semi family reunion upcoming and I am being subtley encouraged NOT to go!?! How did my familial relations get to this state?

I want to buy MORE YARN even though, I have all that yard sale stuff I got. I should start the little black bag soon. Maybe someone will get it for Christmas. I want to make that big pink one that's in Hollywood Knits. And I want to get "Knitting Pretty" and "Stich and Bitch" and a bunch of other books. Give me fun money, please.

Oh ha ha ha, now I get why "Papa was a Rolling Stone" is playing.