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Wanted: Manhattan apartment or share ASAP
Mature, refined, female entrepreneur/creative marketing exec seeks pleasing Manhattan accommodation — small apartment, private bedroom in apt. share, house-sit — week-to-week or month-to-month, while refining long-term housing plans. A non-smoking neatnik respectful of your space, ‘stuff’ and privacy. Excellent references (in case being a long-running fan of this website does not say enough). Replies to: VeracitysChild@gmail.com. Please mention ‘Butler’ in subject line.
Oh…My…God: Martha Wainwright
Her mother died. She couldn’t write. Then she could. Later this month, she has a new CD: ‘Come Home to Mama.’ This is her version of the last song her mother wrote. Brace yourself.
Oh…My…God: Martha Wainwright
Her mother died. She couldn’t write. Now she has a CR coming out: ‘Come Home to Mama.’ This is her version of the last song her mother wrote. Brace yourself.
How can you watch this without thinking: ‘Sure would be nice for him to come home safely — right now.’
Lorenzo Weisman
My friend Lorenzo Weisman was sick, then better, then, unknown to most of us, sick again. And now, way too soon, dead. He was only a couple of years ahead of me at college, but it seems like I have spent my entire life looking up to him. In Cambridge, he was the epitome of a sophistication that had no snobbery in it. The way he carried himself — in a crowd of strivers and wannabes, he already was who he was going to be. In his work, I admired his steadiness. So many are seduced by the glittering promise of novelty. Lorenzo was never fooled. He made smart choices, was loyal to his friends, wasn’t sharp in his practices, stayed the course. And as a husband and father — well, this is what it was all about for him. He married his trophy wife first, and as far as I can tell, there wasn’t a single day when he did not honor her. And their kids — behind his smiles and laughter, there was no doubt that he had expectations and that they weren’t low. I don’t really care about men, don’t have many male friends. But I’m going to miss Lolo so very, very much.
A bread-and-butter note from Gretl Claggett
From Gretl Claggett to Head Butler readers: "Thanks for your generous contributions to my Kickstarter campaign for ‘Happy Hour,’ a short film that explores the memory of childhood sexual abuse, complicity and grooming. We have exceeded our funding goal! Every dollar counts and is deeply appreciated."
And from Head Butler management: It’s moving when this community steps up to support the (very few) causes that get space here. Gretl is too polite to ask, but I can tell you: films always cost more than you think. The campaign closes Friday October 12. If you’d still like to contribute, you can see the video and donate here.
A political ad? Not possible. Political ads aren’t this emotional.
The Silver Linings Playbook
The movie killed at the Toronto Festival. Oscar buzz has begun — and the movie’s not even in the theaters. (Think: November 21.) You can read the novel while you wait. And get a glimpse why there’s such a fuss.
Karl Rove on Craig Unger on Karl Rove
As HeadButler.com is politics-free, I can do no more than announce the publication of "Boss Rove: Inside Karl Rove’s Secret Kingdom of Power,” by my friend Craig Unger. His thesis: Rove now controls the Republican Party. His subject is not persuaded. Rove’s review: “An entertaining work of fiction.” Which is it? Start at Harper’s, where Unger answers six intriguing questions about the book. Then, perhaps, read the non-fiction book — or novel. [To buy “Boss Rove” from Amazon, click here. For the Kindle edition, click here.]
Mika Brezinski: Hot Stuff
On VanityFair.com, the most visited page is a short piece about Joe Scarborough’s possible candidacy for President in 2016. (Yes, you read that right.) Or is the photograph the reason for the traffic? On "Morning Joe," Mika sits, shoulders back, scowl forward — a chilly, unattainable beauty. In the magazine? Look for yourself.
Want to be your best you? Act.
Want to be your best you? Prepare like an actor.
When you’re facing a big challenge, you can get some seriously bad advice. You’ll hear: “Fake it ‘till you make it.” Or: “Just imagine they’re all in their underwear.” If only it were so simple. Jane Marla Robbins, a veteran actress and teacher, knows better. Learning how to play the part of your best you is the equivalent of an effective workout at the gym — you’ve got to use techniques tailored to your situation and goals. I’ve seen Jane Marla Robbins act, and I can testify she knows her stuff. And in “Acting Techniques for Everyday Life: Look and Feel Self-Confident in Difficult, Real-Life Situations,” she knows how to share it. With exercises, yes. But also with pointed stories. For example: When Marilyn Monroe was too stiff to sparkle in her first scene with Sir Laurence Olivier, her acting coach, Paula Strasberg, told her to use an acting technique called “Sense Memory.” That is: think of an old boyfriend. So Marilyn pretended Olivier was Frank Sinatra. (Strasberg had also told Marilyn to imagine she was drinking Coca Cola.) Preparing for “A Streetcar Named Desire,” Marlon Brando studied a gorilla. And more…. You can, with time, and money, work the kinks out of your self-esteem issues in therapy. If you’re in a rush, this book may be a better bet. [To buy the paperback from Amazon, click here. For the Kindle Edition, click here.]
‘I saw her dancing, dancing/ In some old smoky place/ I bet I was the only one there to watch her face’
Otis Redding. "Got to Get Back.’ An overlooked classic.
This is a commercial. I could watch it again and again.
Counting the days: ‘The Bourne Legacy,’ opening 8/10
Feel like standing up and cheering? Go right ahead!
August: North Fork Long Island Rental (Lovely! We’ve stayed there)
Last-minute North Fork (Greenport) rental. Perfect getaway for writer or writing couple. Easy, understated elegance in seaport town. Recent construction with well-crafted historic charm. Large master bedroom upstairs with two full baths and two offices. Downstairs guest room and bath. Dream modern kitchen area and glass-surround dining room on beautiful garden. Cable TV, wi-fi, fitness equipment, ping-pong table, and geothermal cooling system. Bike to beach, walk to town, public transportation to NYC. $2,750 per week; $10,500 for August. Photos here. Write: Cornerman1@aol.com
Jerry Sandusky (and others) cost Penn State $60 million, for starters
The NCAA penalty is so big that we find ourselves thinking more about Penn State than the victims. Gretl Claggett looks beyond the spotlight to others who bear responsibility. She asks: What about Dottie Sandusky, Jerry’s wife? Why don’t enablers speak up?