tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post2919113231747247818..comments2023-04-26T09:02:11.428-07:00Comments on Carlamuses: Valentine's Day, You're Going Down...and not in the good wayCarla Zilbersmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18170926133449647900noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-77008702277217655512010-03-01T09:46:46.785-08:002010-03-01T09:46:46.785-08:00Carla,
I am a trustee of a UK charity called The N...Carla,<br />I am a trustee of a UK charity called The Natural Death Centre and I am editing the fifth edition of our handbook. I am including a series of essays by well known thinkers, writers, artists and palliative care specialists and would love to be able to include some of your writing. Would that be possible?<br />Yours Ru CallenderRupert Callenderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08889311204045362950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-39064060856346041252010-02-25T14:25:59.650-08:002010-02-25T14:25:59.650-08:00Can't wait for your next blog entry. Wish you ...Can't wait for your next blog entry. Wish you were here getting inspiration for "O" stories--wow, you could really riff on "O"s.Cathalynnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-51675860199319110212010-02-22T11:10:10.802-08:002010-02-22T11:10:10.802-08:00My brother just sent me a treasured gift, a real g...My brother just sent me a treasured gift, a real gift, a gift for no prescribed reason. He's a good man. Excellent really. What he gave me was the link to your blog. <br /><br />In reading your posts, I have smiled, felt a connection,felt joy, and some sadness. I have laughed and pondered, but mostly I have simply celebrated you. I find myself caring about you, this stranger who has my own voice, who speaks my thoughts.<br /><br />I've launched more than one rant on virtue-less nature of obligatory holidays. My own riff on V-Day almost directly paralleled yours. Well, except the ALS part. <br /><br />Life is like a box of chocolates, just like Forrest says. Except you do know what you're going to get sometimes. Odds are pretty fucking good that you'll get some disgusting stuff. But you can decide not to guilt yourself into eating it or swallowing it. Still, it's worth poking your finger in every chocolate, because every once in awhile there's a delightful one. <br /><br />I never wanted a super sweet life. I sought out a "textured" life... and it left a few marks. Boo fucking hoo. <br /><br />You reminded me that I have more options than I make use of, more small pleasures than I can ever count, and today is a good day. Just like it is.<br /><br />A Carla seed has been sown here in Annapolis, MD. I suspect it will bear fruit for a long time. Our gifts, our legacies, are bigger and often simpler than we're ever meant to know.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-67067803471676988862010-02-20T23:33:21.902-08:002010-02-20T23:33:21.902-08:00Great, Carla! Beautifully written! Pretty funny t...Great, Carla! Beautifully written! Pretty funny too. I am Regina, the wife of Kai Eckhardt, the bass player. I truly admire you courage, zest for life and sense of humor. You are an inspiration! Peace and blessings, RReginahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08193108126321093065noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-69294241113716018172010-02-16T18:35:45.731-08:002010-02-16T18:35:45.731-08:00The commentors on this blog have attitude, I love ...The commentors on this blog have attitude, I love it. Bring it!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-36631831400907771592010-02-16T15:38:21.141-08:002010-02-16T15:38:21.141-08:00Women are Angels
And when someone breaks our wings...Women are Angels<br />And when someone breaks our wings....<br />We simply continue to fly.........on a broomstick...<br />We are flexible like that ....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-56062107606185273232010-02-16T14:55:22.892-08:002010-02-16T14:55:22.892-08:00The number of little cards in your pasted and stap...The number of little cards in your pasted and stapled sparkly 2nd grade Valentine's envelope does not necessarily correlate with later love life. I was a popular kid with a very full envelope. Since then, I've been broken up with on Valentine's Day, had another boyfriend deep into plans to go to Paris with another woman, and this year.... a cute kitty card (interpretation - gee, I really LIKE you). Screw 'em all. Next year I'm taking myself to Paris - I'm that good. <br />Anony-museAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-9620012556992407452010-02-16T08:54:57.300-08:002010-02-16T08:54:57.300-08:00I am a very hot, very awesome woman and I do not n...I am a very hot, very awesome woman and I do not need "valentines day" to make me feel loved by my partner, or lack of.... I hate Barbie dolls too.<br />"valentines day" is for the extremely needy. Those of us that are secure in ourselves, and who we love don't need it. <br />Love me everyday or go away.<br />Screw Hallmark and the made up day this is.<br />Right On Carla!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-92061416074098304652010-02-15T19:37:04.576-08:002010-02-15T19:37:04.576-08:00Hey people, give the day a break. Though it is co...Hey people, give the day a break. Though it is contrived, it might be just what it takes for someone to tell the other someone that they are in love or to use the day to become engaged or just to declare love where love might not have been apparent. I repeat, give the day a break.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-19152666382921469392010-02-15T17:56:23.930-08:002010-02-15T17:56:23.930-08:00By the way...I was also that kid in grade school w...By the way...I was also that kid in grade school who never got a valentine, when others got stacks of them. So my distaste for this holiday also goes way back.Gerry Thttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14870190454993499852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-51613993297394171522010-02-15T17:05:21.028-08:002010-02-15T17:05:21.028-08:00I repeat. Fuck Valentine's Day. Embrace love w...I repeat. Fuck Valentine's Day. Embrace love where and however it shows up.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-65931277698293430312010-02-15T15:09:02.849-08:002010-02-15T15:09:02.849-08:00My husband and I never go to dinner on VD, we alwa...My husband and I never go to dinner on VD, we always go a day or two before or after. I waited tables and bartended once upon a time and remember the slowest money days were just before and just after VD so I try to help the service industry by spreading the love out some. My husband still insists on buying me flowers and chocolates in a box shaped of two equal curves meeting at a point at the bottom and a cusp at the top, along with a sappy card. This year he got sugar free chocolates (yuck!) so he wouldn't have to hear me complain about how fat I am as I eat each one, or how many miles I have to run to work it off. Bless his heart. He says he knows I don't want any of it, I have a habit of ranting about the Hallmark creation of a "holiday" which makes some feel shamed into showing affection, and others sad because they feel forgotten, and how cut flowers just die anyway, but he can't say "Nothing" when asked by his pals what he got his wife for VD. Poor sweet loving man, suckered into buying into the drama that is perhaps the largest sham perpetrated by corporate America...a faux-holiday wrapped up in pretty red velvet and waxy-tasting brown confections making people feel that they can only give their heart (the sweet chocolatey one that tickles the throat at the first kiss, not necessarily the blood-filled squishy one) once a year...I agree with you, Carla. We need to take every day and make it a love fest.<br /><br />--lisa oLisa Ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17993360801268120188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-4964713911818867642010-02-15T11:00:43.585-08:002010-02-15T11:00:43.585-08:00It's really too bad that more women don't ...It's really too bad that more women don't think the way you do. Valentine's Day is one of the most contrived holidays of the year, and millions of American women have bought into it hook, line and sinker. It's so refreshing to hear a woman call this holiday out for the b.s. that it really is!Gerry Thttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14870190454993499852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-64655555014749290992010-02-15T10:41:20.647-08:002010-02-15T10:41:20.647-08:00Hi Carla,
Check out "Whatever works" dir...Hi Carla,<br />Check out "Whatever works" directed by Woody Allen and starring Larry David. I thought it was hilarious and thought especially that you, and my smarter friends, would like it. It's WAY better than most of Woody's current stuff.. It's that fine edge of cynicism, realism, and tenderness.<br />Just be careful not to choke from too much laughing!<br />love you,<br />susan P.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-83460019777960462172010-02-14T17:33:26.032-08:002010-02-14T17:33:26.032-08:00I'm goin' down in chocolate!
Glad you'...I'm goin' down in chocolate! <br />Glad you're still around and sassy. <br />CherylAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-57394290832668660792010-02-14T09:32:07.291-08:002010-02-14T09:32:07.291-08:00I'm actually okay with Valentine's Day. Lo...I'm actually okay with Valentine's Day. Love and chocolate are two of my favorite things.<br /><br />President's Day, however, is another story altogether. Don't even get me started. . .Jason E. Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07416096977784317434noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-83963437980881059902010-02-14T09:22:38.582-08:002010-02-14T09:22:38.582-08:00I love men. Just not Valentine's Day.I love men. Just not Valentine's Day.Carla Zilbersmithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18170926133449647900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-46829290547008601462010-02-14T01:55:39.990-08:002010-02-14T01:55:39.990-08:00One more thing about the TED TALK
(http://www.ted...One more thing about the TED TALK<br /><br />(http://www.ted.com/talks/jamie_heywood_the_big_idea_my_brother_inspired.html)<br /><br />This is so wonderful for people with illnesses WITHOUT the medical infrastructure. PLEASE watch.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-40493336327215066062010-02-14T01:43:11.847-08:002010-02-14T01:43:11.847-08:00http://www.ted.com/talks/jamie_heywood_the_big_ide...http://www.ted.com/talks/jamie_heywood_the_big_idea_my_brother_inspired.html<br /><br />A good TED talk on ALS story...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-51347725969598923152010-02-14T00:49:20.921-08:002010-02-14T00:49:20.921-08:00Men are like:
1)Laxatives; They irritate the cra...Men are like:<br /> 1)Laxatives; They irritate the crap out of you. <br /> 2)Bananas; The older they get, the less firm they are. <br /> 3) Weather; Nothing can be done to change them. <br /> 4) Blenders; You need One, but you're not quite sure why.. <br /> 5) Chocolate Bars; Sweet, smooth, & they usually head strait for your hips. <br /> 6) Commercials; You can't believe a word they say. <br /> 7) Department Stores; Their clothes are always 1/2 off! <br /> 8) Government Bonds; They take forever to mature.<br /> 9) Mascara; They usually run at the first sign of emotion. <br /> 10) Popcorn: They satisfy you, but only for a little while. <br /> 11) Lava Lamps; Fun to look at, but not very bright. <br /> 12) Parking Spots; All the good ones are taken.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-43065236451810534732010-02-14T00:43:25.193-08:002010-02-14T00:43:25.193-08:00Fuck Valentine's Day.Fuck Valentine's Day.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-53747204062092086892010-02-13T22:57:48.156-08:002010-02-13T22:57:48.156-08:00I always see Valentine's Day as the end of the...I always see Valentine's Day as the end of the fucking holidays. (I don't pay attention to St. Patrick's day). <br /><br /> Ex-Boyfriends<br /> by Kim Addonizio<br /><br />They hang around, hitting on your friends<br />or else you never hear from them again.<br />They call when they're drunk, or finally get sober,<br /><br />they're passing through town and want dinner,<br />they take your hand across the table, kiss you<br />when you come back from the bathroom.<br /><br />They were your loves, your victims,<br />your good dogs or bad boys, and they're over<br />you now. one writes a book in which a woman<br /><br />who sounds suspiciously like you<br />is the first to be sadistically dismembered<br />by a serial killer. They're getting married<br /><br />and want you to be the first to know,<br />or they've been fired and need a loan,<br />their new girlfriend hates you,<br /><br />they say they don't miss you but show up<br />in your dreams, calling to you from the shoeboxes<br />where they're buried in rows in your basement. <br /><br />Some nights you find one floating into bed with you,<br />propped on an elbow, giving you a look<br />of fascination, a look that says I can't believe<br /><br />I've found you. It's the same way <br />your current boyfriend gazed at you last night,<br />before he pulled the plug on the tiny white lights <br /><br />above the bed, and moved against you in the dark<br />broken occasionally by the faint restless arcs<br />of headlights from the freeway's passing trucks,<br /><br />the big rigs that travel and travel,<br />hauling their loads between cities, warehouses,<br />following the familiar routes of their loneliness. <br /><br />"Ex-Boyfriends" by Kim Addonizio, from What Is This Thing Called Love. © W.W. Norton, 2004. <br /><br />The above is an interpretation of Chaucer.<br /><br />SandyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-11786948739782637592010-02-13T21:47:46.129-08:002010-02-13T21:47:46.129-08:00AMEN...I will celebrate Chinese New Year instead.....AMEN...I will celebrate Chinese New Year instead...I HATE these contrived "holidays"...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-9506052516358255602010-02-13T21:08:30.580-08:002010-02-13T21:08:30.580-08:00Brilliant! Your condition hasn't robbed you o...Brilliant! Your condition hasn't robbed you of your eye or your ear or your edge.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36459071.post-91528541978793423832010-02-13T19:33:43.585-08:002010-02-13T19:33:43.585-08:00Wow! Now I feel like I'm in good company abou...Wow! Now I feel like I'm in good company about my own attitude toward this day. I'm going to celebrate Chinese New Year instead, which falls on the same day, I totally agree about the Chaucer, what was that B.S. all about anyway? We would have learned more about "English" reading Peanuts comic strips. Gung-hay-fa-choy, Carla! If you weren't born in the year of the tiger, you should have been.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com