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Thursday, April 04, 2002

TO BLOG...OR NOT TO BLOG

i haven’t been in the mood to write anything lately, so i’ll attempt to bring ya’ll up to speed with my shit. it’s kinda funny that i’m not feeling bloggy at the same time that jonno decides to take a blog break. one would think that i was following jonno’s lead. well, one would be right. i worship the blogdamn ground that he walks on.

BRING IT TO THE (MATZO) BALL

last saturday night i was invited to a friend’s b-day party at the home of this hollywood producer . me and pj arrived fashionably late only to open the front door and see all the guests seated at tables and reading a script. as we took our seats, we suddenly realized that we were dead smack in the middle of a religious ceremony, a seder. had i known i was going to a b-day party / seder, i would have worn something other than the satanic, bone thugs ‘n harmony outfit that i was featuring. i had never been to a seder before and i was happy to finally experience it in this lifetime (because i thoroughly believe that i was a Jew in nazi germany in my last life). we chewed bitter herb, we put horsradish between pieces of flat bread, we lifted our glasses, we read passages, we did the whole she-bang. our hosts did a good job of explaining things to us pagans, but most of the story i already knew from seeing the movie THE TEN COMMANDMENTS. seated at our table were him and her . i spoke with her about the brilliant tv movie she produced about her mother and about the film she’s going to produce on this warhol superstar .

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