The Buggy Whip
Los Angeles


Someone is mad that I left her
 in sweltering Hades for a month . . . .

Who is Heather Wilcoxon?

The power of perseverance . . . .

Passion vs Parenting
with my favourite actress, Juliette Binoche.

7 Years

When we are learning the world, 
we know things we cannot say how we know. 
When we are relearning the world in the aftermath of a loss, 
we feel things we had almost forgotten, old things, 
beneath the seat of reason… 
Nothing prepared me for the loss of my mother. 
Even knowing that she would die did not prepare me. 
A mother, after all, is your entry into the world. 
She is the shell in which you divide and become a life. 
Waking up in a world without her is like 
waking up in a world without sky: unimaginable.

I think about my mother every day, 
but not as concertedly as I used to. 
She crosses my mind like a spring cardinal 
that flies past the edge of your eye: 
startling, luminous, lovely, gone.

~ Meghan O'Rourke
from, The Long Goodbye


MAD Missives

The Good Egg behind Good Eggs

The Crotch Shot Revenge


Hand Model of the Brain
How We Can Change Our Brains
Reflection, Relationship, Resilience

painting: ANNE SIEMS

Empire State of Mind

. . . on this memorial day.

9/11 Memorial
New York City
June 2013


Ojai, 2012

I Knew You When . . .

Goodnight, Sagaponak

Take Love for Granted

Assume it's in the kitchen,
under the couch, high
in the pine tree out back,
behind the paint cans
in the garage. Don't try
proving your love
is bigger than the Grand
Canyon, the Milky Way,
the urban sprawl of L.A.
Take it for granted. Take it
out with the garbage. Bring
it in with the takeout. Take
it for a walk with the dog.
Wake it every day, say,
"Good morning." Then
make the coffee. Warm
the cups. Don't expect much
of the day. Be glad when
you make it back to bed.
Be glad he threw out that
box of old hats. Be glad
she leaves her shoes
in the hall. Snow will
come. Spring will show up.
Summer will be humid.
The leaves will fall
in the fall. That's more
than you need. We can
love anybody, even
everybody. But you
can love the silence,
sighing and saying to
yourself, "That' s her."
"That's him." Then to
each other, "I know!
Let's go out for breakfast!

~ Jack Ridl


At the Beginning and At the End

In the morning when you wake up, reflect on the day ahead 
and aspire to use it to keep a wide-open heart and mind. 
At the end of the day, before going to sleep, think over 
what you’ve done. If you fulfilled your aspiration, even once, 
rejoice in that. If you went against your aspiration, 
rejoice that you are able to see what you did 
and are no longer living in ignorance. 

This way you will be inspired to go forward 
with increasing clarity, confidence, and compassion.

~ Pema Chodron

East Hampton

MAD Missives

Pam White: A Marriage to Remember

Money, the biggest taboo

PATRICIA LARSEN @ the Hudson Opera House

SRSLY: The Buy Nothing Year

the most important QUESTION of your life
{thank you, jD}

painting: GIGI MILLS

Marfa in the Hamptons


Beautiful structure reminiscent 
of some of the Donald Judd inspired
landscapes in and around Marfa, TX.

 New York City


double #tbt

A Prayer for Our World from Marianne Williamson

On the level of the world, there is horror, sadness, pain, 
grief and even terror in the air. At this moment, there is 
an almost apocalyptic sense of things starting to fall apart. 
I think our task is to open to that, to feel it, 
to embrace it...and then to snap out of it.

For beyond all this, if we gently extend our perception 
beyond the drama of the world -- usually easier to do 
when our eyes are closed -- we see something else: 
billions and billions of people in the world who are good souls 
with tender hearts, who want the world to be a kind and beautiful place, 
who want to laugh and create and play with their loved ones -- 
and who are sensing, as you and I are, that the deep lovers among us 
had better step up. Our goodness is so needed now. 
In the words of Frank Ferrante, 
"Only angels can defeat demons."

Close your eyes and allow yourself to imagine -- 
even better yet, to know that this is not your imagination -- 
a golden web uniting all the love in every heart, all the billions 
and billions of loving people in the world, and to hold that vision 
for at least two minutes. If enough of us make this a daily practice -- 
building of course to more than two minutes -- 
then no one whose heart beats at a less loving vibration will be able 
to act in a malevolent way. It will simply not be possible, 
once the collective vibration of love becomes so high.

We allowed this problem to happen, for a room not filled 
with light will always fall into darkness. In any way we have 
ordered our world according to this or that, but not to love, 
we have made ourselves vulnerable to darkness. But now we know! 
And now we can fix it. Now we can use our minds as they were 
created to be used. Now we can see the unity among us we have 
so willfully chosen not to see. We can forgive ourselves and others 
for our mistakes. We can dedicate our lives to love in a way that we 
have never done before. And then, in hidden yet sparkling concert 
with all the billions of other souls who are doing the same all 
around the world, we will co-create with God a wave of love and light 
so great that ISIL -- and any other of our sleeping brothers who have 
arisen like demons from our darkness nightmares -- 
will be gone from our midst. 

For we will have awakened. 
And only light will remain.


MAD about Emma Straub

There is something extra cozy to me
about the books I read away from home. 
Somehow the memory of them becomes imbued with 
the memories of my surroundings at the time of reading.

Just finished Emma Straub's delightful
The Vacationers, not my typical sort of read, but 
one I really enjoyed nonetheless.
Why it is described in the press as a "beach" read 
I don't know
{not being a connoisseur} 
since I found it to be very perceptive and astute
about ordinary and complex human relationships.
Many well observed nuances about the emotional
secrets and truths coursing through the characters
is what keeps the story moving forward as there really
is no plot to speak of.

Now starting her previous novel,
Laura Lamont's Life in Pictures
which several friends have read and loved.
Pretty sure I'll end up reading her first book afterwards,
the wonderfully titled Other People We Married, a short story 
collection that has also garnered wonderful reviews 
for this young literary talent.

I no longer have patience for certain things, 
not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because I reached 
a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time 
with what displeases me or hurts me. I have no patience for cynicism, 
excessive criticism and demands of any nature. 
I lost the will to please those who do not like me, 
to love those who do not love me and to smile at those 
who do not want to smile at me. I no longer spend a single minute 
on those who lie or want to manipulate. 
I decided not to coexist anymore with pretense, hypocrisy, 
dishonesty and cheap praise. I do not tolerate selective 
erudition nor academic arrogance. I do not adjust either to popular gossiping. 
I hate conflict and comparisons. I believe in a world of opposites 
and that’s why I avoid people with rigid and inflexible 
personalities. In friendship I dislike the lack of loyalty and betrayal. 
I do not get along with those who do not know how to give 
a compliment or a word of encouragement. 
Exaggerations bore me and I have difficulty accepting 
those who do not like animals. And on top of everything 
I have no patience for anyone who does not deserve my patience.

~ Meryl Streep

Failing and Flying

Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
It's the same when love comes to an end,
or the marriage fails and people say
they knew it was a mistake, that everybody
said it would never work. That she was
old enough to know better. But anything
worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of the island while
love was fading out of her, the stars
burning so extravagantly those nights
that anyone could tell you they would never last.
Every morning she was asleep in my bed
like a visitation, the gentleness in her
like antelope standing in the dawn mist.
Each afternoon I watched her coming back
through the hot stony field after swimming,
the sea light behind her and the huge sky
on the other side of that. Listened to her
while we ate lunch. How can they say
the marriage failed? Like the people who
came back from Provence (when it was Provence)
and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe that Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his triumph.

~ Jack Gilbert

Failing and Flying 

MAD about Francoise Gilot