Sorry, sorry, sorry …

The week just flew by. I’ve been drowning in deadlines lately, chained to my laptop, literally working my butt off, leaving me no time to even think about my blog, let alone write a blog post. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. I’ve been  gratefully writing away.

But it does beg the question, why is it that life is always either a matter of feast or famine? All or nothing. Don’t give yourself a headache trying to come up with an answer, it’s a hypothetical question. I don’t think there is an answer.

Anyway by about 3:00 p.m. on Sunday I was desperate
for a break. My brain was tired and aching, my eyes were

Boy I needed that …

Recently a friend asked if I’d be interested in going to a poster exhibit at The Japan Foundation here, in Toronto. The 67 posters in the exhibit, most of which date back to the 1970s, were designed by Eiko Ishioka, who passed in 2012.

Aside from her spectacular career as an art director and graphic designer in Tokyo, she was also a clothing and costume designer and she had a distinguished career as a designer in films.

Her film career  began with Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters, directed by Paul Schrader, of Taxi Driver, Raging Bull, The Last Temptation of Christ and Bringing Out the Dead fame.

When we arrived at the exhibit we noticed a film playing in a room off the reception area and decided to start with that. It was about the

Age? Bring it …

I’m not one who’s ever obsessed over age. It really has just been a number to me. Growing up and into my 20s, I spent a lot of time with my mother’s friends, who never treated me like a kid; and, as a result, I always felt like they were my friends, too.

In my youth I was attracted to older men and a lot of the guys I dated were at least 10 years older than I was. One was actually not much younger than my mother, yes, scandalous I know.

Now I have friends who are my age, friends who are

In the WTF category …

Donna Brazile who, most recently, was the interim chairperson for the Democratic National Committee, revealed last week that Hillary Clinton had the DNC in her pocket and Bernie Sanders never had a chance.

Interesting coming from a woman who, herself, was the subject of a scandal concerning the 2016 presidential election: She twice sent emails to the Clinton campaign