Saturday, December 27, 2003

Great Day

Got a lot done today, worked out and also had a terrific lunch at a sushi restaurant with a friend. Excellent food, excellent conversation. One thing's for sure. I don't know squat about Japanese food really. I still take forever looking blankly at the menu and for all the tekka maki I've eaten you'd think I'd remember what's what, but I don't.

One time someone ordered this adorable little seaweed that looked like tiny bare tree branches from a winter forest and I missed the name. It took me a long time to find out what it was and order it again. I think it's called hijiki (?)

I am completely addicted to the steamed salty soybeans in the shell, edamame. That's one thing I don't forget.

I ate too much wasabi -- hot horseradish -- today. I don't know what got into me. Living dangerously.


Always a good dance tune. Some oldies list I found and this one from the Go-go's was on it.

Can't seem to get my mind off of you
Back here at home there's nothin' to do
Now that I'm away
I wish I'd stayed
Tomorrow's a day of mine that you won't be in

When you looked at me I should've run
But I thought it was just for fun
I see I was wrong
And I'm not so strong
I should've known all along that time would tell

A week without you
Thought I'd forget
Two weeks without you and I
Still haven't gotten over you yet

All I ever wanted
Had to get away
Meant to be spent alone

A week without you
Thought I'd forget
Two weeks without you and I
Still haven't gotten over you yet

Get Up And Dance

If that didn't get you, try the soundtrack to the Full Monte. Some good dance tracks there:

Hot Chocolate - You Sexy Thing Lyrics

I believe in miracles
Where you from
You sexy thing
I believe in miracles
Since you came along
You sexy thing

Miracles right before my eyes
You sexy thing got me hypnotised
Don't stop what ya' doing
What ya' doing to me
My angel from above lying next to me
How did ya' know that I'd be the one
Been a long time coming only just begun
Doing all the things that makes my heart sing
Keep doing what you're doing you sexy thing

How did ya' know I needed you so badly
How did ya' know I gave my heart gladly
Yesterday I was one of a lonely people
Now you're lying next to me
Making love to me

I believe in miracles
Where you from
You sexy thing
You sexy thing
I believe in miracles
Since you came along
You sexy thing

Only yesterday I was on my own
Just another day later my mind was blown
You sexy thing come into my life
Forever and a day it feels so right
How did ya' know that I'd be the one
Been a long time coming only just begun
Doing all the things that makes my heart sing
Keep doing what you're doing you sexy thing

How did ya' know I needed you so badly
How did ya' know I gave my heart gladly
Yesterday I was one of a lonely people
Now you're lying next to me
Making love to me

I believe in miracles
Where you from
You sexy thing
You sexy thing
I believe in miracles
Since you came along
You sexy thing

Kiss me baby
You sexy thing
You sexy thing

Touch me baby
You sexy thing
You sexy thing

Kiss me baby
You sexy thing
You sexy thing

Touch me baby
You sexy thing
You sexy thing

Kiss me baby
You sexy thing
You sexy thing

Touch me baby
You sexy thing
You sexy thing

Kiss me baby
You sexy thing
You sexy thing

Touch me baby
You sexy thing
You sexy thing

You sexy thing

Take The T-Bird Away

When I do my home girl dance home alone, especially in winter, I have to toss some Beach Boys into the mix. Just gets you going and going and going.

Well she got her daddy's car
And she cruised through the hamburger stand now
Seems she forgot all about the library
Like she told her old man now
And with the radio blasting
Goes cruising just as fast as she can now

And she'll have fun fun fun
'Til her daddy takes the T-Bird away
(Fun fun fun 'til her daddy takes the T-Bird away)

Well the girls can't stand her
'Cause she walks looks and drives like an ace now
(You walk like an ace now you walk like an ace)
She makes the Indy 500 look like a Roman chariot race now
(You look like an ace now you look like an ace)
A lotta guys try to catch her
But she leads them on a wild goose chase now
(You drive like an ace now you drive like an ace)

And she'll have fun fun fun
'Til her daddy takes the T-Bird away
(Fun fun fun 'til her daddy takes the T-Bird away)

Well you knew all along
That your dad was gettin' wise to you now
(You shouldn't have lied now you shouldn't have lied)
And since he took your set of keys
You've been thinking that your fun is all through now
(You shouldn't have lied now you shouldn't have lied)

But you can come along with me
'Cause we gotta a lot of things to do now
(You shouldn't have lied now you shouldn't have lied)

And we'll have fun fun fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away
(Fun fun fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away)
And we'll have fun fun fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away
(Fun fun fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away)
(fun fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away)
(fun fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away)
(fun fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away)
(fun fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away)
(fun fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away)
(fun fun now that daddy took the T-Bird away)

Karaoke Hal Gal

Did you sing and dance today? I spend a good part of every day singing and dancing -- can't help myself.

With my excellent hairbrush microphone and my invisible trio of girl back-up singers in my bathroom, how could I not belt out the oldies and the newies? The mirror loves my half clad gyrations most mornings. Good mirror! Good mirror! And then there's always time for some rug cutting in the living room with the stereo blaring.

Dean New Year House Party

I'm getting really excited about my party. A lot of great people are coming and the girl/boy ratio is getting just right! Thanks to Jay and Sooz for promoting it and giving me good ideas all around for how to throw a great party. Betsy Devine is going to make the scene! So glad she'll be here. I'm trying to get my new friend Renee to drop in. I should call Laura Dwyer. Hmmm, yes...

Wonderful to talk to all the smart, funny people on IRC for party ideas too. It's becoming one of those, "how did we manage without it" technologies for me, much to my surprise. Wish I could have it up and scrolling at my party. Actually I probably could. Have to think about that.

Friday, December 26, 2003

Big Thanks

Hey, Boris, really appreciate your help tonight -- thanks to your general help and encouragement -- MY DEAN PAGE IS UP AND RUNNING. Please feel free to contribute even if you can't attend my party Tuesday night. Read this post too. This is all about democracy and NOT about politics as usual.

[BTW, the official language about political contributions needs to be added here: Contributions to Dean For America are not deductible for federal income tax purposes.]

Dubbed and Dumber

I wrote below about a favorite movie of mine La Nuit Americane which has been hard to get in an American format without getting English dubbing which I hate, because I speak French.

An Amazon buyer explains exactly the problem with a movie that's dubbed when you're a viewer who knows both languages -- especially when it has a star who SPEAKS both languages beautifully.

"My problem with this movie is I saw the dubbed version and of course that is disconcerting because one is constantly trying to reconcile the visualized actor with the dubbed one. To see Jacqueline Bisset who is beautifully fluent in both English and French speaking French while at the same time hearing someone else speaking English for her is just a bit too much to take. I understand that the DVD version is in French with subtitles. I would recommend that you get that and not the dubbed video."

La Nuit Americaine

This is a movie by Francois Truffaut, called Day For Night in English and happens to be my favorite movie. Was just reading a profile of Jeff Jarvis and he mentioned it as his favorite movie -- interesting because it's not at all well-known.

I lived in France and speak enough French to get by and in particular, love to see movies like this in the original. Weirdly, this movie in past years has been really hard to rent or buy without subtitles or HORRORS dubbed English which is dreadful. Since French VHS tapes are not compatible with the American standards, just getting a French version of a French movie has been more complicated than you would think.

I should go dig to see if this is available in French in the right format for DVD. I assume it's the same format as is sold in France? Am I wrong?

[Added a few links which answer some of my questions about formats.]

Tipper At My House

So it ends up Tipper Gore is going to be at the Dean House Party and I just hope she doesn't mind me playing Eminem or something. And I also hope she and I do not wear the same shade of pink. I hate when that happens. Luckily she's attending by conference call with Al and Howard. So even if her dress is like WAY sexier than mine -- she'll be stuck in the phone and I won't.

Girls Getting Ready For The Party

There are a lot of folks coming to my Dean Party! Hurray! Problem is, not enough women! Come on girls, I need you!

Oh wait, here's one getting ready. She sure likes to shave close.

I've asked Jay from MakeOutCity to help me source some babes.

Dean House Party

I have the remedy for that dreaded New Year's Eve problem. You know you HATE going out on New Year's Eve, so why not come to my Dean House Party the night before? Drop me email if you'd like to attend. You can sign up and make a contribution and find out general info here.

I absolutely guarantee it will be a ton of fun. Even Republicans are invited. We serve koolaid and chips and dip.

BTW, this blog post is NOT at all endorsed by the Dean campaign, it's just my pathetic attempt to get this party started.

[BTW, the official language about political contributions needs to be added here: Contributions to Dean For America are not deductible for federal income tax purposes.]

Thursday, December 25, 2003

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Then One Foggy Christmas Eve

[Sung to the tune of Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer]

You know Reynolds and Jarvis and Winer and Slashdot!
Allied and Dyson and Rageboy and Fleshbot!

But I know you'll fall,
for the hottest blogger of all!

Barlow's a brand new blogger
He has a very sticky site
He stopped clogging up our email!
He finally got RSS right.

All of the other bloggers
used to laugh and call him names
They never let poor Barlow
Join in aggregator games

Then one foggy Christmas week
Ito came to town

He said, "Barlow with that brain so bright!
Won't you start a blog tonight?!"

Now all the bloggers love him
and they're shouting out with glee
Barlow's our favorite blogger
He'll go down in history!

[And yes, here's me singing it, click the link and then hit the red square, turn up the volume -- it's an audblog audioblog!]

Busy Christmas Filled With Fun And Folks

Last year I felt a lot more lonely on Christmas than I do today, and I wrote about the first Christmas I ever spent on my own in France as a student in a ski lodge reading a copy of Thoreau's Walden. Big difference between being alone and being alone and lonely.

April 2002

My dad passed away on April 9, 2002 and so last Christmas was the first one without him. Time does make a difference, but I still am glad to re-read this blog post and remember him and remember losing him and now feel so thankful my life is moving away from that sad time and begins to feel a lot less raw.

Blogger Buddies In The Flesh

I wrote this last year about my new blogger friends and it's interesting to see how many are still friends and how many I've gotten to meet in the flesh. That's a big blessing and only in the last month or so did I add Dervela, Jeneane and George to the list of people I now know in person. Love you guys!!

Have A Very Merry Christimas, It's The Best Time Of The Year

This is a wonderful Christmas and I'm counting all my blessings. May take me all day.

Last Christmas was just tough, so if you're having a tough one this year, be glad to know there's some holiday karma headed your way and as bad as this one might be, perhaps next year's holiday will be wonderful. Mine is!

Wednesday, December 24, 2003

Sins of Christmas Past

I've been very bad in not giving credit where a great deal of credit is due, to a number of men for heroic efforts of Christmases past -- from many years gone by. Excuse my sins and let me make amends.

I've suddenly got a whole new appreciation this year for all the hell all the guys (father, brother, boyfriends, husbands) in my life must have gone through putting up the Christmas tree and keeping the damned thing filled with water. On this last point, I'm am clearly an amateur and find my dangerous forays under the tree to fill it with water are no fun at all. I end up with an early morning beehive hairdo full of pine needles and a few dangerous jabs from low branches in the head, and a few near pokes in the eye, truly frightening, but I have so far managed to dodge anything requiring a trip to the emergency room.

Still, this tree seems to drink water like a ... well, not a fish I suppose ... but like a very thirsty Christmas tree. It's shocking to me. I hate finding it dry and then having to get the courage, once more, to weasel under the tree and lamely attempt to tip a pitcher of water into the holder, wetting the nearby presents if I'm not careful, surely soaking the rug (the damage I'll only witness come the new year) and worrying I'll electrocute myself with one false move where twinkly lights and water mix with disasterous results.

This, sadly, must fall into that category of all the loathsome tasks women have gotten into the habit of expecting men to do with little thanks. Spider killing, tire changing and tree watering are no one's idea of a good time, so I send out a deep thanks to all you guys for doing this general janitorial work with a nod, a "yes, mam" and an enormous amount of unthanked generosity. Consider yourselves thanked.

Tuesday, December 23, 2003

Merry Christmas To You Too

Hey, Scott, thanks for the holiday message on my cell. It went from your cell in Boston to mine (en route from Atlanta to Boston -- with a connect in O'Hare). I was climbing the stairs at the end of the underground LSD colored neon lights passageway in O'Hare from C Gates to B Gates when I got it. Thanks so much!

Always The Last To Know

Well, looks like Rod is in the know and I'm not when it comes to chimp farms -- I'm always the last to know about these things. Who woulda thunk it -- chimp retirement homes all over the place. I guess it's because I live in the cold North that I'm not running into many chimpanzee farms. Thanks for the update man.


A friend who blogs here, asked me for my opinion on this. Hope you don't mind, but I'm between planes at O'Hare, so I think I'll let you know what I think later, okay? I'm printing the piece out to read on the next plane.

Grey, grey, grey -- hell, even GRAY, I'd say as we pull into O'Hare and it's snowing. Day before day before Christmas, white snow, orange alert, grey sky. Have to say I love the snow. It's so whimsical a weather. Who dreamed it up? It's completely silly. Babies in the plane paw the windows -- they want that white stuff.

I descended to the audio channel of air traffic controllers cool as cukes, what a job on a day like today. They riddle raddle off the plane numbers America 244, United 2519iner, Delta 223 Heavy. I forget what heavy means. I'll ask a friend.

Holiday Diversification

Interesting holiday season for me -- not the usual to say the least -- but really terrific. First of all, I celebrated Christmas all last week with my son who is now with his dad for another action-packed Christmas week with family in California. (Thank goodness they didn't fly right into the earthquake yesterday, which would have had me worried as heck, but will leave today instead. Ride those aftershocks boys, you're both Californians so I know you'll be cool. It's like surfing on dirt for you two.) When it comes to the kid part of Christmas, my holidays are done and they were a gift wrap rip roaring success. Better still, I get to play with all his toys in a CLEAN house while he's away -- don't tell him.

To make things even more confusing, I was invited over to a friends' house last Friday night, on Chanukah's first evening for a big traditional menorah-lighting Thanksgiving Dinner. I'm not kidding. Since my friends' daughter was doing a junior year in Florence, Italy program this year and missed Thanksgiving at home, they did a little Chanukah and a lot of Thanksgiving all on the same night with cranberry sauce, turkey and famous family tradition of stuffing muffins (stuffing with crab meat inside all baked up into a muffin shape ... did I get that right? ... whatever the recipe, they were excellent.) This added to a diverse experience of holiday celebrating, topped off by watching the hilarious Comedy Central short film The Hebrew Hammer, a tale of an evil Santa who tries to dispense with Chanukah and Kwanzaa but meets serious resistance from the bad-to-the-bone homeboy dressed like Shaft, but is in fact , the very sexy, very Jewish excellent actor, Adam Goldberg, a nice Jewish boy turned vigilante. The movie is funny as hell.

Add to that a quick trip to Atlanta, where I get to swap cold weather with warm, see my brother and sister-in-law (very long time no see), visit blogger pals, hang with witty writers and when you add it all up, I have quite a Christmas portfolio of diversified and fascinating holiday experiences. I head back today to do some traditional Christmas hanging out with my sister and brother-in-law for the big day Thursday. Oh, yeah, and we've also been celebrating heightened terrorism by decking the halls orange. This lets me add one more layer of holiday excitement, that great shared funky feeling with fellow travelers that if we keep alert, I might just get a chance to turn in some unsuspecting guy in elevator shoes and win the "I caught a holiday shoe bomber" award, letting me spend part of the holidays doing photo ops with Tom Ridge.

Born Free And Born Not So Free

Here's a story from AP via the Yahoo News about chimps down on their luck. You thought you had it bad?! How would you like to be born to be a lab experiment, never walk on grass, poked with needles and proded with probes, all in the name of science and then tossed out like an old pair of shoes once you were no longer useful.

This story is about a chimp retirement home being set up in Louisiana, called Chimp Haven. I thought it was a hoax at first honestly, but it's apparently not.
"A lot of young adult chimpanzees have been born in captivity, and a huge number have never walked on grass, climbed a tree or poked a stick in the mud," said Linda Brent, a behavioral primatologist and Chimp Haven's president. "They haven't had the stimulation they need to grow socially, and that will be part of what they'll need to learn at Chimp Haven."

About 1,600 chimps now live in the United States, most in drug and infectious disease research labs, but they lost their research value. Once the tests are done, a chimp's lab career is usually over.

Animal experts say it's only right to provide the primates — whose genetic makeup varies less than 1 percent from man's — with spacious grounds that have facilities to accomodate their high intelligence levels.
I like this story for another reason. If you've come to the end of your rope trying to find a job in this economy and are tempted to throw up your arms and say, there just are no jobs left these days, remember, you can actually get a job running a retirement home for chimpanzees. I'd sure love to see Linda's resume.

Monday, December 22, 2003

Earthquake Halfway Between SF and LA

Thank goodness it's not too populated there -- no where near as congested as San Fran or LA.

CA Earthquake

Whoa! Hope everyone makes it through okay. Sounds rough out there. Boy do I remember those LA quakes we lived through and all the aftershocks in the weeks that followed.

Terrific Day

I had a terrific afternoon meeting up with Kevin Salwen and Anita Sharpe, two local writers and ex-Wall Street Journal reporters who are so full of style and smarts and good ideas. They took me to lunch at Ted's Montana Grill, that being Ted Turner's cool restaurant where they talked me into having a BISON STEAK. Not bad! I mean you need to take a little bit of time and some dental floss to get the fur out of your teeth afterwards, but what the heck.

It was an amazing meal from beginning to end, but as I told them it started with a complete BRAND BLOW-OUT. Here in Atlanta, home of Coke headquarters, they served us Cokes -- real old fashioned Cokes in the green bottles together with big Coke Fountain glasses filled with chipped ice, just like a soda fountain treat and they were so good.

Meanwhile, everyone in Atlanta is so friendly and nice and these two seem to know every single resident. We had so many people come up to us and say hello, it was getting ridiculous. The place was packed too, with holiday lunch eaters and company parties.

The waitress came over and started giving me all the dirt on bison -- she got her first statement mixed up though, assuring me "Bison is very low in calories. It's got less chicken than fat."

I looked at her, "try me again."

"I mean, it's got less fat than chicken."

At this point I asked her if I could have the chicken-fried bison steak, the one that was 100% fat.

Ended up the bison steak, (which IS low-fat) was really good and we had a great meal talking about where this wild economy is going, what the business environment is doing these days and what we can expect in 2004. Sounds very very bullish -- or maybe bisonish -- even better than bullish.

Virtual Intimacy

Been thinking about this and wondering if there's something less real about the friendships we strike up online. Or maybe they are more real as you get deep into head and heart so damned fast.

Oh Hell!

I knew it! I knew Jeneane would out-write me and definately stay up later and get the first blog account on paper. Okay, it's true, I'm a little energetic. But Jeneane is no wallflower either. She is so pretty and smooth and stylish and thoughful. I loved to watch her up close. She has a great wise heart and shares it just right. I was telling her and George about how weird and wonderful it was to meet Gary Turner and how when I first met him to see him up close was so weird when I'd gotten used to flat 2D photos. It was like they'd made this cool blow-up doll toy based on this guy named Gary Turner.

Talking to George about music, how he started playing as a kid, how we wanted every instrument, how he found his way to being a bass player -- very interesting. And musicians see (hear) the world in such a different way from the rest of us, it's always great to hang out with them.

How Lucky Am I!

I finally got to meet Jeneane and George Sessum last night. They are so totally swell and we had just a YUCK-YUCK-YUCK fest. Both are funny and smart and kind and sexy and friendly and great. Only sorry I couldn't meet the famous and fabulous Jenna who's been sick with a cold. I know if Jeneane has written anything about last night on her site it's probably 100% more entertaining. I better go over there and look. They had me laughing and crazy last night.

Small World

The poem below is written by Matthew Epstein, a new friend of mine and a great poet who went to Columbia University's MFA program (master of fine arts) at nearly the same time I did, but we never knew one another there. After Columbia, Matthew worked as an air traffic controller and a pilot, probably a rare if not completely unique skill set for an alum of the writing program (he was in the poetry division, I was in fiction) and has a most interesting background, full of life experiences unlike most poets I know. He also lived in LA, as we figure it, probably about the same time I did. (I love his descriptions of LA roads and canyons in the poem below.) To make a long story short, we ended up running into one another in a bookstore and finding out we live very near one another in the same town, after traveling similar roads for 20 years from New York to California to Boston.

When we talk and when I read his poetry, I find a way to understand, and feel a great sense of homecoming, as to how I see the world. The smallest gesture or an inanimate object in the world is full and ripe with meaning for me often as not. The things of this world hold meaning when the things people say often ring hollow and empty for me. The light on the yuccas and the shaky footing on the docks at Marina del Rey in the poem below say everything about the reality of the world this boy lives in -- despite the words the parents speak repeatedly, "You're safe and loved" when the boy knows this is not at all true.

It's a treasure to know people and make new friends who have a gut level understanding of your way of seeing the world and your work. I don't write that much poetry any more, but a little now and then, but so much of my other writing has this poet's point-of-view, I really appreciate Matthew understanding that and talking to me about it. I hope all people can find friends who "get" the work they are doing and help enjoy and inform the process of their work. It's a blessing.

After My Parents Divorced

-- by Matthew B. Epstein

I’m told I’m safe and loved.

At 11 o’clock on Sunday morning,
my father came late to pick me up
from my mother’s and her new wealthy husband’s
stone and glass-walled house, high up Laurel Canyon,
on top of the Hollywood Hills.

My mother kept my father outside the front door for a long time.
My mother’s new husband was watching the game.
I listened from down the hall over the football noise:

something about late child support.

My father wrote a check
(which later bounced)
and guided me with an encircling arm
to his old Plymouth Valiant without seat belts.

He said I’m safe and loved.

Down we spiraled through Laurel Canyon
to his new wife’s small bungalow
in the flats of Los Angeles.

In the afternoon,
we drove west to Marina del Rey,
stepped lightly on docks lined with sailboat masts,
and strolled out on the stony breakwater.

My father held my hand to steady me
on the uncertain surface.
The sun glared and sparkled off the green ocean.
and he flipped down his clip-on shades,
while my striped shirt billowed in the breeze off the sea
like a drawn curtain before an open window.

Through the Pacific wind I heard
I’m safe and loved.

After dinner that night,
I watched the Disney show on the black and white.

In the kitchen, my father and his new wife
argued about money,
something about late child support.
She spoke clearly above the theme song,
“When You Wish Upon a Star,”

“We only fight when Matthew’s here.”
I listened from the sunken living room.

I know I’m safe and loved.

It was time, at eight o’clock,
to swerve back up the canyon road.
At each curve,
my father’s old Plymouth’s headlight beams
swept the dark yuccas and bougainvillea.

We parked on the steep street
before my mother’s and her new wealthy husband’s
Hawaiian-style house, hunching over Los Angeles.

My father turned the engine off, faced me in the streetlight shadows,
and told me, before he rang the doorbell:
I’m safe and loved.

My mother rushed me in her new house,
greedily, a possession.

No matter what, my mother said
I need to know I was home now and
I’m safe and loved.

Later my mother’s new wealthy husband beat me
with his striped belt:

something about late child support.

My mother watched TV
and didn’t hear me cry
through all of “Upstairs, Downstairs.”

My father was long gone, down the hill forever.

I whispered over and over through tears,
in the dark, till sleep:

I’m safe and loved.
I must be safe and loved.
I’ll always be safe and loved.

Sunday, December 21, 2003

Network Intelligence

The same things Bush doesn't understand about terrorists' networks and cells, he doesn't understand about political networks. He thinks you squash them from the top down. The desire of common people -- a network of common people -- to embrace our own democratic action and to take the power of politics back into our own hands is embedded in the Dean network. We are nodes in this network. If Dean walked away tomorrow, we would still have that desire to take action. We would still act. Just as Frank Rich describes in his great piece in The New York Times today, we're about to witness a battle royale of top-down heirarchical politicians against a broad network of grass roots supporters who are just as sick of George Bush as our forefathers were sick of King George.

Ten Reasons I Can't Have a Dean House Party But I'm Having One Anyway

1. I can't have a house party because my house isn't a house, it's an apartment, because I can't afford to buy a house because I'm a divorced single mom with a kid, barely scraping by and my apartment is small and I don't want to have a party in my small apartment and have a lot of people show up with muddy boots and not have enough room for them or enough food -- which makes me stop dead in my tracks and think, I REALLY need Dean to be president.

2. What would I wear? I guess jeans and a tee shirt.

3. What food would I serve? I guess carrots, celery and nachos.

4. What if it snows? I guess it will even prettier then, I'll light candles and I'd ask everyone to leave their boots outside.

5. What music will I play? Easy, Pink's Get The Party Started.

6. What if some of my Republican relatives want to drop by? They're cool, it's okay.

7. What if a lot of radical weirdos wanted to drop by? Highly unlikely, everyone I've met connected with the Dean campaign so far has been kind, reasonable, generous, funny and surprisingly ordinary. They want what I want, to remember how to be a citizen and take back the country and show our kids how democracy works.

8. What if I don't want to talk during the conference call with Dean because I'm feeling shy? No big deal, I'll just listen.

9. What if I feel awkward asking people for money? Well, I might feel awkward but when I gave money to the Dean campaign before and they asked me for other email addresses of people who might want to give and I gave them those names -- those people actually THANKED ME FOR PASSING ALONG THEIR NAMES. That blew my mind, because I don't give anyone's email to anyone usually.

10. What if I had a terrific time and I was really glad I threw a house party for Dean on December 30th? Well, I guess I'll just have to try it and get back to you on that.

Catch you later. I have to go clean up my apartment and get ready to party.