Miss Thang

Truth is stranger than fiction- a cliche but often true. Case in point the movie HER – A computer program that communicates with a human being causing him to fall in love with a “droid.”

But here’s the deal: I have an Apple iPhone as does most of the world. However, Siri and I as far as I was concerned, do Not have a relationship. As a matter of fact I rarely if ever utilize her services…

However, this is were it gets interesting. I usually keep my phoned charged and plugged downstairs – I firmly believe that our bedroom should be a no phone zone! But once in awhile 3 to be exact I have brought the phone up to charge next to my night stand while I read in bed or chatted with my spouse about the banalities of life.

Now one day siri turned herself on and told me she couldn’t sleep! I was incredulous. I mean I did not activate the phone in an way shape or form. I told her to go the F***k to Sleep to quote a popular Children’s writer -imagine that…Slap! Wake up you stupid fools Siri is Alive! And it appears- likes to interrupt one- me, when I/we are in or at our most intimate places or states of mind.

The second time she came alive – she chimed in on a conversation I was having with my husband – She exclaimed” “I don’t understand,” and I told her to mind her own Beehive. The nerve! is all I can say.

But tonight again her voice activated and said something to the effect that she could not compute. I called her a four letter word for which she responded I do not like that particular choice of category.

Now least you think – Wow this one is CRA CRA…A friend of mine who shall remain anonymous was entertaining friends in a Parisian hotel – His iPhone way across the room. He’d have to call room service to retrieve as he puts it”) Another zip code I replied. Laughter as I was relating…

He and his friends were dishing dirt on certain people- when lo and behold Ms. Thang could be heard…to say: “Everyone is entitled to their own opinion.”

The room went silent and then everyone burst into laughter pretending it was an alcohol fueled auditory delusion.

So my friends tell Miss Thang- although she’s probably reading this cause she told me “I Do Not sleep,” to take a break from intruding on my and other peoples lives when we do not want to talk to “HER.”

Harmonic Dissonance

I just returned from NYC where I had to deal with family crisis: my mother is showing signs of memory problems; my father had a pacemaker put in and is now having a biopsy for two tumors on his thyroid. Meanwhile my oldest son wants to relocate to Los Angeles as his skills and talents require him to live and work there; but he just downsized his living arrangements to save money and I had to help him organize his new smaller quarters and streamline his belongings: what to keep what to toss. I am an expert at downsizing but admittedly it is hard to do on ones own. So Mom to the rescue.

Meanwhile upon my arrival the blizzard hit – luckily for resilient New Yorkers it was just another day in the trenches. I don’t mind the cold or the snow really. It was the layers of coats, boots and the de rigueur scarves, hats, gloves etc…that literally weighed me down.

But the heaviest burden is seeing my parents on their slow descent into the aging abyss-that really took it’s toll on me. The weight of all those emotions coming at me at once – top that off with my eldest sister (I am the youngest of three) suffering from extreme bi-polar disorder like Glen Close describes her sister’s journey into and out of mental illness in her latest book.

And Wow – as they say “We having some fun now.”

And so this brings me to compare this series of events converging as listening to Marilyn Manson’s concert which I caught on Thursday night- his first in NYC to promote his latest album.

Harmonic Dissonance

I wasn’t sure what his new material would bring. Chaos could describe it; but that chaos is really a misnomer something an untrained ear would hear. I heard harmony in his dissonance and when you listen closely it is tantamount to a “tubular,” experience.
Let me explain: amongst the head banging crowd I fell in or should I say surrendered to the digital matrix – I found myself conducting what I heard as a very complex mathematical arrangements of seemingly disparate yet cohesive frequencies.

“So what’s the frequency Kenneth? Its whatever one hears – whether loud and angry or a storm of calm. Somehow Marilyn Mason cleared my head – or maybe chased away- my mental demons the cloudiness – by his harmonious chaos- now that is revelatory that listening to chaos calmed and re-assured my chaotic mind- caused by living in an UN-natural silence in a nature preserve. Clearly creativity for me cannot come where Peace and Quiet exist – and that is why I am selling my home – because I NEED Chaos to feel alive and be creative.

Lesson learned: My mind is imperfectly perfect and harmoniously discordant and that is were I thrive and survive! Thanks Marilyn. I needed your chaos to “free my mind- Of this I am surely crazily happy to have learned.

Whilst in the midst of chaos I feel Sane and at Peace with myself. Music truly soothed my savage mind. So I wish you and your mind freedom to explore the chaos within; “And The rest will follow.”

“Don’t Look Back…

updated due to technical difficulities.

vivsjournal

in anger I heard them say” This a line from an Oasis song and one of my favorite bands. Apropos of not looking back….I went to see American Sniper. My husband as some of you may know spent Many many years covering the Middle East for an American News Network. The toll it takes portrayed brilliantly by Bradely Cooper based on the real life character Chris Kyle had me in tears throughout. Why? because after all these years after 9/11 we as a nation changed and it changed hundreds if not thousands of lives in fields far and away. The law of physics states that for every action there is an equal reaction – So here’s mine:

This movie was the first war movie to touch on the subject of how the wife and family deal with the absence of a loved one in harms way. But it also touched…

View original post 502 more words

“Don’t Look Back…

in anger I heard them say” This a line from an Oasis song and one of my favorite bands. Apropos of not looking back….I went to see American Sniper. My husband as some of you may know spent Many many years covering the Middle East for an American News Network. The toll it takes portrayed brilliantly by Bradely Cooper based on the real life character Chris Kyle had me in tears throughout. Why? because after all these years after 9/11 we as a nation changed and it changed hundreds if not thousands of lives in fields far and away. The law of physics states that for every action there is an equal reaction – So here’s mine:

This movie was the first war movie to touch on the subject of how the wife and family deal with the absence of a loved one in harms way. But it also touched just- on how war affects relationships and the heavy toll it takes on both sides to sustain hope, love, faith and normalcy in what in reality feels like an imitation of life.

Being a Journalist covering wars or just bearing witness to them via a lens is tantamount to being a soldier albeit a soldier in the war on Free Speech whether through words or pictures or both journalists and their families too, suffer from battle fatigue.

But very few films or books talk about the family side. So I want to tell you that My story Is the Story that needs to be told but isn’t because its Not Sexy- its real and raw and ugly.

When your husband who is in a war zone calls you – you can only talk for a few minutes at a time. I would have been lost without email (at least we journalists had that). Still one begins to feel estranged and that estrangement becomes anger and then rage and finally the feeling of being and nothingness begins to consume you.

Being a single mother to any man who is in Harms way is hard but harder still when raising children. I raised 2 sons by myself. My sons paid the price of Not having their father around like other kids did. But mostly they had to grow up faster to fill their fathers shoes. I never put pressure on them and thank God they lived a privileged life financially- but that is when they also learned at an early age, that Money does not buy happiness.

When you’re married- but not- as one woman pointedly told me – you become invisible – your married friends evaporate overnight. You are the third wheel. And so it was the gay community in Miami Beach that supported me for most of my husbands long absences. I was an outcast and my children God bless them had good friends to support them but those – same friends (their parents rejected me).

In American Sniper Sienna Miller is always So sympathetic and loving. She never shouts or raises her voice when telling her husband how she’s lost him to the war and how she is all alone to raise the children. So I OBJECT to this false portrayal of how a wife of a soldier or in my case a journalist wife – reacts when the deployments continue unabated.

American Sniper is a story of an American Hero…but the real hero’s least we forget are the families who suffer and continue to in silence without being represented truthfully in movies or films.

Being left to wait worry and wonder, if and when my husband would return may be buried in My past now that he is retired – but it is all too present and real for a lot of other families still today; and so I salute those women and children who keep those home fires burning even though their stories remain at zero dark thirty.

America’s Real Estate Model is Broken!!

Real Estate I’ve discovered in this country is in a heap of trouble. Here is one glaring problem in this now Global marketplace. I lived in Miami Beach for almost 20 years and with the help of seasoned pros sold two large homes in 3 months and the second in 8 days respectively.

But in 2010 after selling my favorite home on the Venetian Islands my husband decided to retire to Sanibel Island where his former brother lived for 30 years (he is now deceased).

The problem after four years of living here is I MISS THE CITY!!! I am the proverbial fish out of water. But my husband is more comfortable here because he spent 40 years on the Road. This house is his chill home and he loves this home as do I- but I am starved for the Miami Beach Vibe- The city a real thriving metropolis.

And so as Soethby’s elegantly calls its sales/auctions De-acquisitions we have decided to “consciously uncouple” from our home.  What is the point of this story other than to shamelessly plug said sale?

Well its HUGH!

This year we have chosen to sell with the firm buyowner.com.  For a fee they take on  marketing ones home and place you on the Mighty  MLS and other real estate websites. This time however we will Not have to sign a contract or pay the hefty 6% commission – it would be 3% if a local agent did find me a buyer. But this is the Kicker!! The MLS the Holy Grail of real estate is actually in fact a local or regional directory of what’s available ONLY in your zip code!!!

This means that ONLY real estate professionals on West Coast of Florida- not the east coast or even across the state to California can view my listing or its ridiculously limited!

Due to regulatory restrictions on interstate commerce etc.. etc the MLS is regionally divided!. In this globally connected world filled with depressed areas having these Archaic rules of interference in the real estate marketplace should be challenged in court!

My ability to market my Home across All 50 states is being Violated!!!!

I’m told that this is to protect real estate agents Turf! Well guess what in this town….they have shown me Nothing to impress me. Homes here linger on the market for years!!! Why because of a heavily regulated Real Estate Association formed in 1985.

Compared to Miami agents who hustle 24/7 – I was told Not to expect that on the Chill West Coast. Hence I’m taking the real estate reigns come what may.

So its time to Change real estate laws in this country by changing the venerated MLS system that no longer reflects our  Global Marketplace. If you agree lets change these backward laws now!! Having a MLS that is National and Not regional would allow for a robust housing market and put more people to work – Congress or the States MUST re-think and Re-tool the way America grows and it should start with changing the real estate rules before its too late.

Lets Make change happen by expanding the MLS platform across state borders and even internationally.

MY HOUSE IS FOR SALE!

HELLO – MY HOUSE IS FOR SALE!! If you long for a second home to play golf full time or go boating in beautiful Sanibel Bay this is the house for you live in a Nature preserve on a lake.  I designed this house MYSELF and has Everything your heart desires! Check it out and give me a shout out – Serious buyers only.

Sales Page : http://www.zillow.com/homedetails/8995-Mockingbird-Dr-Sanibel-FL-33957/45469776_zpid/

Virtual Tour : http://www.in360.com/tours/tour.php?MLS=jf8995&enlarge=1