Swear word alert! Stick around for her story about Hollywood folk telling her she doesn’t have the “f*ckability factor”. Best reaction ever.
Describe yourself in 3 television characters…
For me at this moment:
Khadijah James (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khadijah_James)
Yung-Hee Kim (Grandma) (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amy_Hill http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All_American_Girl_%281994_TV_series%29)
and always and forever, both Becky (first Becky) and Darlene from Roseanne
Hank Hill, Tina Belcher, Larry David.
Louise Belcher, Elaine Benes, Brenda Walsh
Gene Belcher, Artie the producer, Laura the receptionist.
Leslie Knope, Lou Grant, Walter and Perry
We are heartbroken to learn of the death of Stephanie Ognar. Stephanie was one of the very first artists we worked with, back when Temporary Services maintained a storefront space at 2890 N. Milwaukee Avenue in Chicago. In April and May of 1999, we presented 12 of Stephanie’s flip books. These smart and charming handmade books, among the most interesting and effective uses of the flip book format we have seen, each focused on a single subtle gesture. Shown is the book Wink. Other books in the series included everyday gestures like taking a bath, taking off a coat, smoking, spitting, glancing, and staring.
Ognar’s work was also included in The Library Project that we organized in 2001. Though that was our last collaboration with Stephanie, she remained a friend of the group and it was always a pleasure to see or hear from her. More of Stephanie’s work can be found at her website. She was also active on Flickr and Goodreads.
Stephanie Ognar was a smart, gentle and thoughtful artist. She was a quiet presence in the world but her death is a huge loss to anyone that knew her. She will be sadly missed.
We’ll miss you, Stephanie. Thoughts go out to Andrew and her family.
Happiness to all you mothers. “Who you callin a mother?” - my mom
Yesterday Whoopi Goldberg was in Dutch television program Nova Collegetour to talk about her life and work. The interview is done in a room full of students and they have the chance to ask questions.
This mildly autistic guy stood up, and this is what happened.
why am i crying tho?
I cried too…you just never know how you affect people. I love Whoopi, I have always appreciated how she is unapologetically herself. I admire that.
That was pretty awesome.
I cried too. Man, I love Whoopi. When I was a kid in the 80’s I used to watch her one woman show over and over and over again. I’d love to see the full interview.
Tears. I thought I wouldn’t cry bc it’s a short video, but I did.
Holy crap, SAME. Whoopi is so real and so great.
Five For Friday
- Is Sade a vampire? She never seems to age.
She sure is pretty. And slow jamz forevah at ballrooms & receptions.
2. The festival I am working for here in Philly is already pretty great and we need more volunteers to make it even better: https://festival.hiddencityphila.org/volunteers
3. I am typing this while sitting next to an orange cat that snores. I know this isn’t for everyone, but I sure enjoy it.
4. It’s Arnold Palmer season! Iced tea & lemonade mixed together makes the world go round.
5. Tracy from Jerseylicious & Jerseylicious in general is awesome and a welcome moment for my downtime. I don’t care that I seem to be the only person I know that watches it. They have big hair, are all employed, and what is not to like? (I like Betsey Johnson, too, but I always wished she had a plus size-specific line). Observe the radiance!
- Talking to your ex is fine but don’t drop everything to take their call.
- If ever ask yourself “Will they be mad about this?” you probably shouldn’t be doing whatever it is you’re about to do.
- If you don’t know what the other person wants or needs, ask.
- If you want or need…
Yes. Spot-on advice. Also, high five each other often and share ice cream at every opportunity.
After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.
Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?
The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.
She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,
Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.
She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.
Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.
Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.
She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.
To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.
And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.
And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,
With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.
And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.
Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.
They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.
Not everything is lost.
Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” (via awelltraveledwoman)
Happy Friday. Here’s a virtual sack of mamool cookies for you. A nice respite to read stories like this in the wake of all the crap crap crap crap violent and hate-filled news in the last month.
Executive realness: now with tousled bangs.