Where to start

I read yesterday about Senator Hillary Clinton MLK day speech. I guess she will run in 2008. That gave me hope.

Maybe some young girl will come up to Geena Davis and say "Commander in Chief" makes her believe she can be president.

Then I read that 60% of the US believe we could nominate a women President. 47% said they would vote for Hillary and 46% said they would vote for Condoleeza. Of course those numbers were based on only women running. But maybe we are moving closer. Maybe this country is not as conservative as we might be led to believe.

And maybe Pat Robertson will continue to speak all his uncensored craziness. And maybe all the liberals who stayed home in 2004 will vote for someone.

Hope springs eternal for me. I have witnessed unexpected delights in my life and for two years I have been sending out postcards that proclaim "Hillary in 2008." Primarily I sent them to the conservative republicans who are my friends. But, maybe I'll get to send them out in support of a woman I nearly moved to New York so I could vote her into the Senate.

Plus, wouldn't Bill make the GREATEST first 1st Gentleman?

California Girl in Search of Winter

In one week I leave the sunshine (eternal) of Los Angeles and venture to the other coast in search of REAL WINTER. In fact, it is my Birthday present to myself. Everyone thinks I'm crazy including my friends in Massachusetts and Maine who wish they could up and leave the winter forever.

My Dad constantly tells me I live on the wrong side of the country. And I tell him I would move back there for good if he would fly on an airplane. But he doesn't fly and he's kind of old and last time I moved 3000 miles away he got cancer. (Doing fine just now) He's nearly 80 and I don't want to jinx him with another move.

The truth of the matter is, my winter in Boston was glorious. The California girl learned it can be too cold to snow. I remember, with a romantic heart, waking up each day and praying it would be above 30, then 20 then 0. I learned about windchill and experienced my one and only snow day.

So, I am off to wear long wool coats, warm cashmere scarves, a thick wool muffler, hat that covers my ears, glove,s fuzzy warm boots and "silks". I can walk all over town like the crazy eccentric I aspire to be. I can drink coffee and tea and hot cocoa all day long. I can hardly wait for my return to a place that gave me winter. And for the briefest of moments I will feel like I could live there forever.

I love the east coast (Boston) winter. It was spring that made me wish for Los Angeles.

Shut the F*** Up

Normally a comment such as my title would only be used by me in the most close of relationship with friends and almost always in jest.

Today my Friday lunch group was walking around Westwood and as we often talk crassly to one another, one of my friends said Shut the F*** Up while we were in Starbucks. I work with kids and so I shushed the friend.

But as I walked outside I came to a conclusion. If Pat Robertson can say that Sharon's stroke was caused because of the splitting of God's Land, then we can say STFU on the street. I am positive one expletive is not nearly as inflammatory and inappropriate as saying Rabin was assassinated and Sharon was afflicted because God is pissed off.

In fact, is it such a stretch to think that God from the heavens is yelling at Pat Robertson, "Shut The Fuck Up! You do not speak for Me. I am a loving and compassionate God and you are speaking the nonsense of evil."

Everyone, please take heed. It seems the Religious Right may have sold their souls to the devil. I wonder if they got more than a golden violin for their part.