Sheepshead

Samhain                                               Waxing Thanksgiving Moon

The card gods were pretty good to me.  I had some good hands, some good luck and a lot of fun tonight at sheepshead.  We had a great evening with a lot of laughter.  It’s nice to be with guys who can see the humor in their own lives.

The wisdom teeth began to throb tonight, a bit surprising after a calm period since the extraction.  I’ve felt fatigued and a bit spacy, but no real pain until today.

I will be happy when Kate’s work is done in early January and she goes on casual time.  Having her here will make our home feel more vital.

Over the weekend I plan to put the bees to rest for the winter and make some more soup with the last of the leeks.  Latin tomorrow.

A Hollywood Death

Samhain                                                     Waxing Thanksgiving Moon

A high-flying publicist shot several times in the chest, her car, a Mercedes, crashing into a light pole.  Oh, Hollywood.  Ronni Chasen was on her way home when she was shot at the corner of Whittier Drive and Sunset Boulevard in Beverly Hills.  Here’s the strange part:  it looks like she was shot before she crashed, but there were no shell casings  in the immediate vicinity.

She had attended an afterparty for the premier of Burlesque.  She was found around 12:30 pm.

Black Dahlia, Day of the Locust, Hollywood Homicide, LA Confidential, Mulholland Drive all have a ripped from the headlines feel; it’s difficult to imagine this murder won’t show up on the silver screen.  If, no, when it does, it will take the peculiar role of publicist to its logical extreme.  A movie featuring a Hollywood publicist whose murder creates a movie and in turn feeds the media mill for other publicists.

A terrible place, Hollywood, where often the most salient aspect of its denizens are their miscues and horrors.