If one more person asks me if I’m “headed down to Art Basel” this week, I’m going to scream—which, of course, I will videotape and then take to next year’s Art Basel and sell to Charles Saatchi for as much money as can be extorted out of him.
I’m sure my video scream—entitled The Scream, Read More
If one more person asks me if I’m “headed down to Art Basel” this week, I’m going to scream—which, of course, I will videotape and then take to next year’s Art Basel and sell to Charles Saatchi for as much money as can be extorted out of him.
I’m sure my video scream—entitled The Read More
SD: Let’s talk about aging. Personally speaking, as I get older, I try to think of myself as a fabulous wheel of Brie cheese, i.e., I’m getting better with age. How about you?
OdlR: Be careful! You might start melting. And Brie smells horrible when it gets old. For myself, I never think Read More
I was right in the middle of slicing cooked broccoli into bite-sized florets for the delectation of our Norwich terrier Liberace (it makes him a bit gassy, but he’s addicted to it–plus, I’m sure it’s as good for his intestines as it is for mine), when an interfering in-law launched an attack.
“All this effort Read More
