Pfunksfoolosophy

Hey gang,

It’s been a sorta whirlwind of craziness for me, but it’s been grooviness for the most part. I got to spend some time with Pooper and my kids, my best friend and her family and I’ve been able to do much more than I’ve done in the past. Not so much of a hermit lately, which has been strange, but cool. The best part is I perfected my jerk chicken recipe.

I’d like to share it with you, but I’m reluctant. You see, if you become a jerk chicken maven, will you still come back here? I think not. I think you’ll go right out and start a business and leave me here cryin’ like…oh, that was too dramatic even for me.

Okay, here’s what’s shakin’ in Pfunk town: Still working, which is amazing. Still trying to understand why we have to hear about Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan. At least Lindsay has some talent. Poor kid…I really do hope she makes it home okay. I caught some of that ‘Living Lohan’ on VH-1. I’m still not sure about that family. I do love the fact that Ali makes those faces and isn’t aware of it. She’s acting her age. Mind you, I am not too charmed with the makeup at her age, but I’m not her mother. Speaking of her mom, she and I are the same age, give or take a year. She’s in great shape, but still the mugshot…she looks older than me. Do I delight in telling you that? Yep. The one thing I’ve got going for me other than my emormous immaturity, is the fact that I look a good ten years younger.

Now, having said that I can only attribute it to never having married or birthing children and of course, genetics. Can’t take credit for any of it. Let’s see…what else? Oh, I watched that Denise Richards show. Whoo, mama…she curses like a sailor on liberty, that one. Potty mouth. Sorta like her for that. Her dad is sweet, though and I believe I watched it for him. I hope HE makes it home okay. It’s tough to lose a spouse. Poor guy.

What else? I’ve been reading a lot more than normal. My friend Old Bean sent me two books that were both captivating. The first was about the Bin Laden family by Steve Coll. Pick it up. It’s well researched and not a dry read. Coll is an extraordinary writer and I enjoyed the book–and it was a big ‘un. The other book was the only Hunter S. Thompson book I’d not read, “Hell’s Angels”–delightful. Thompson’s best writing, if you ask me, which you didn’t.

Not too pleased about all the hubbub between McCain and Obama. I’ve had it. ALSO, very, very unnerved that John Edwards stepped out on his wife. Not because it’s a crappy thing to do to a person, which it is, no doubt, but because he seemed like a straight shooter for so long–mind you, do I ever believe politicians? Nope. Maybe I was taken in by that ‘Aw shucks, I’m a man of the people’ act. It was the smile. I’m a sucker.

Still dig him and his wife, though. It isn’t for me to judge. Man, I know I could never run for public office. “Did you once flash a cabdriver in NYC?” “Yes.” It only goes downhill from there, friends.

Lemme see…if you get the chance, pick up a book called “Zoli” by Colum McCann. You’ll be glad you did.

Oh! I wanted to use my time to say goodbye to Bernie Mac and to Nuala O’Faolain who both passed away. Bernie passed most recently and I’d only just discovered that Nuala had left this mortal coil, but she died in May. We’re losin’ some great ones and Madonna is still kickin’. That was a poor joke. I wouldn’t wish death on anyone. Just to stop recording music.

In still other news, I want to give a shout out to Christina Applegate who was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. Her mom had it twice, so she knows the drill. She’s gonna be just fine. Applesauce, if you’re reading this: Keep on truckin’, kid. Just get a new playlist next time I see ya.

In recent news, had an outing with a very dear friend and our exchange of energy was much needed and so welcome…like a great cup of coffee on a brisk autumn day. Really enjoyed it. Although I must tell you, do not ever go to LONDEL’S in Harlem. Yeeps.

Okay, kids…nothin’ but love for ya. Keep on keepin’ on and keep on trying to be loving and caring…it’s gonna be a-okay.