Friday, December 20, 2013


My all time favorite dance video -- it's a compilation of great moments from films that most of us have seen more than once.

Wednesday, December 18, 2013



Facts -- they're thrown at us and poured on us. They're turning into mushy stuff nowadays, that can't hold you up.   

You can't grab a fact or hold onto it without sinking into it -- it's kind of like quick sand.

I heard a fact onever thought abt getting a robot helper--a maid, pet, a playmate? (see film clips)
CBS News awhile ago:   "Soda makes children more likely to destroy things, attack others."

 I read the article. The "proof" was opinions based on the doings of New York City's Mayor, who was trying to ban 32-inch-size drinks.

Okay guys -- is soda makes kids violent a fact, or a maybe?

Is it like guarantees that are promised for (golly, practically everything), headaches, pain, depression, prostate, sleeping, weight gain, and stuff you buy for rashes, pimples, bugs, germs, weeds, dents in your car, exercise, young skin, gorgeous hair (golly, everything, including your pile of unpaid bills)?     

My dictionary says, "Fact -- generally a body of real things, events, actuality, a judgment, proposition, an idea that is true or accepted as true."
I'm going with "actuality," since the last election that took away trust, and truth. No longer do I trust or accept truth. I just sort of believe and sort of rely on what I hear. Golly, so many facts were lies, creative distortions of actualities.   

Facts -- I'm thinking they're like clothes. Buying clothes, wearing what other people are wearing  makes us feel better, safer, in tune with the times, part of the real world.
For instance, do artificial sweeteners really cause cancer?  That was a scary fact years ago. (Golly I use sweeteners, don't you?) What about climate change? (Gee, I've noticed more and more weird weather,) But is climate change a fact or just some big deal political issue?

I think this is a time to beware of facts. Avoid the word -- they are maybes, suppositions,  superstitions, spruced up hand-me-downs, nicely tailored, worn-out things that sort of cover up and disguise one's real realities.

Scrutinize, double think, question anything presented as a fact, and be brave.


Yes, it can be embarrassing but don't take facts as facts and cover up your personal realities.

Monday, December 16, 2013


She is




You know the name  -- you have seen her, heard her singing or talking -- how many times?

She's been in our lives since -- wow, the sixties!

She is a singer, actress, songwriter, music and film producer, film director, comedian, television host, model, fashion designer, dancer, and entrepreneur, who's done how many projects, albums, tours, fund raisers, interviews? Won how many awards, earned how much money?

I am taking off my researchers hat. With so many appearances on television, in movies, newspapers, magazines, the list of her doings is umpteen pages on the Internet.

I'm just plain remembering why, and how, she got to be the one and only CHER.

Is it her clothes? Her fantastic face? Or the way she answers questions about the men in her life -- her extravagant, spur of the moment doings?  Yes-yes, it's all that, and more.

I remember the house she built on Pacific Coast Highway. I passed it every day when I was driving to Malibu Gym to meet with my trainer. Cher's house was on a large plot of land, a couple of acres in an area where only the super rich can afford to build, and everyday her house got bigger and fancier. Trucks were parked everywhere, loaded with boxes, kitchen appliances, furniture, chandeliers, and palm trees -- workers were unloading them, sticking them into the earth like tooth picks.

Hey, just three people and a bird lived in her palace. In May of this year, there were headlines -- Cher sold it to singing star, Beyonce, for $45 million.  (There were also headlines about her selling her condo. Did she sell it? Wondering about Cher gets me tripping on fantasies -- where, and who is Cher living with now?)

Sonny and Cher -- heckling each other -- true love it was, their teasing, arguing. And their daughter Chastity, who came out, became a he, is now chubby, honest, Chaz Bono. Was Chaz there when Cher astounded us with her honesty, her grace, her loving tribute to the dead Sonny, after he crashed into a tree on the ski slopes? Or was it just Sonny's new wife with whom Cher wept, and tenderly hugged?

And while this was happening -- there were tours, major performances all over the world -- more awards, albums, successes and  triumphs, more incredible clothes, more revelations about her past loves, her present lovers, and that magically young, smoother, improved look of her.

The look of her --- that is Cher, the Icon.

Cher the icon is also the believable, natural, normal real person she conveyed in films -- in "Silkwood," "The Mask" "Suspect,"(I'll never forget the truth-seeking lawyer she played), and "Moonstruck." Cher taught us about honesty, about feeling and being who and what you truly are.

Always, always, this amazing woman is flat out there, telling us, "I don't give a damn about rules. I am just being me."

Cher said she was brought up badly by a mother whose mind was on herself. Because, as a young girl, Cher didn't have any special talents, Cher said she decided,  "I'm just going to devote myself to being famous."

And that she is doing -- with laughter, humor, affability, showing us the beauty, the wonderment of it -- sharing with all of us the fun and joy of being very famous. 

Cher -- I know her -- she's told me that I know her --told me I share part of her life.

Yes, I love Cher.