Wednesday, March 25, 2015


How many times have you heard about wrinkles -- frown lines, dark circles, what you have to buy, to use, to do in order to look better, younger -- all those things you must do for hair, lips, legs, hands, feet, fingernails, toes, eyelashes, and cellulite.

Are they lies? Um ... uh ... well, they are ads. which are presentations of proven facts that will convince to you buy the product.

Do they work? Well, if you buttered your wrinkles, you might see improvement. You'd see improvement if you iced them, or covered them with makeup. If you did specific exercises for the area you want to improve they'd look better -- better if you are in a frame of mind to see "better." not worse.

And yes, the more you see -- the more you study -- the more passionately concerned you are, to maintain, to improve, to fix what looks older than yesterday.

A long short time ago, the day before my thirtieth birthday, I bought "Second Debut," a moisturizer that was hugely touted on TV -- green bottle for "normal" average skin, pink bottle for "mature" dry skin. I bought two pink bottles from Macy's.

Staving off "after thirty" -- doomful words that advertisements, friends, relatives, even doctors murmur, I used Second Debut every morning and evening for -- gee, how long? -- at least a year. A dancer friend  whose dad was a dermatologist, gave me a tube of Retinol  2.5, (stronger than what drugstores sell). I used it very sparingly -- I didn't have wrinkles but sometimes a frown line appeared on my forehead.

I still have a squeezed-out tube 2.5 Retinol, and an almost empty bottle of "Second Debut." I still look ... well ... I look um... not young, but my face and general shape are more than adequately okay.

Okay, here's the nitty-gritty: I ignore compliments or advice from friends. I ignore all "look younger" latest products, and aphorisms. I wear makeup only when I make videos, or attend my husband's show. I remove it with a few daubs of inexpensive Johnson & Johnson baby oil.

Remember the tooth fairy? One of her sisters resides in my house.

With her help, I pay attention to what I eat. I stay in shape by doing all my chores using my body as much as possible, the way I did when I was thirty -- bending, lifting, reaching, climbing, hurrying, standing tall. The fact is, most of the other doomful things -- dark circles, bags, cellulite, wrinkles, hair loss, and other un-prettifying things that come with growing older -- have more or less happened to me.

Boo-hoo, YAY! My eyes don't see as sharply as they used to. Therefore, when I  see a wrinkle, I race to another mirror, where I kind of chat, with the wrinkle fairy.

Comforting me with nice, gently truthful words that always make me feel better because it's reality -- that conversation is my wrinkle remedy.

If you're fretting, seeing all the things about yourself that are falling apart, close your eyes and think back to the days when you believed in Santa and the Tooth Fairy, and you can summon your own help-you fairy. It can be a he, she, or any kind of IT -- it's there, still in your house; it still lives in your mind. It will make you feel nicely, more than adequately okay. 

Sunday, March 22, 2015


John and Emily remember their friend Mike -- a spur of the moment adventure they had with him, in Vancouver.

John chuckles about Nichols' despair after he directed John in "Importance of Being Ernest."

Thursday, March 19, 2015


Hey, those bright colored suit are fun! Why aren't we seeing guys wearing those suits?

I have to admit that if I saw a guy in the turquoise, or that lovely lilac suit, I might think is he gay?

My reaction tells me that I'm prejudiced, and stuck along with men, with their more traditional suit preferences. Apparently most men are happy and comfortable wearing the typical, "classical" outfits that have only minimally changed over the centuries.

Back in 1799, after the French Revolution, when the future king of England, George IV, graduated from Eton, he brought his buddy, Beau Brummel, home with him, to be his best man at his wedding.

Brummel, a handsome sexy guy, got a lot of attention. He designed the clothes he wore, replacing knee-length breeches with trousers, popularizing trousers, vest, coat, and cravat, while leading a wild, promiscuous life -- a love life that Oscar Wilde would later use as the pattern for his tragic protagonist, Dorian Gray.

As Brummel was charming the ladies of the British court, the cotton gin and sewing machine (1829), were changing things, along with slavery in America. Cotton production, increasing by more than 1,000 percent, made fabrics much cheaper, and men began wearing lounge suits.

Savile Row sprang up in London around that time -- today it's still the place for the world’s most esteemed men’s tailors. Back then, in the United States, Henry Sands Brooks opened the first men’s clothier, Brooks Brothers, which now boasts more than 250 Brooks Brothers outlets on six continents. Apparently, men have stayed with traditional clothes, while we women have gone to all sorts of extremes -- from bustles to bikinis, bravely, uninhibitedly trying to be sexy, and sexier.

In a recent Newsweek, sports writer John Walters  summarizing fashion history, said in the late 1960's suits were for squares; the 1970s gave us the leisure suit; 1980s gave us Ronald Reagan in his conservative suits; in the 1990s when the dot-coms exploded, bankers and CEOS of capitalist firms, began wearing turtlenecks and hoodies, but most of them returned to wearing suits.

The editor of of "GQ"-- Gentlemen's Quarterly, the definitive men's magazine, with style advice, entertainment and culture news -- has declared, “The suit is a uniform. It’s the armor you wear each day into corporate life.”

Well, maybe men sense that women want the typical, classical, stockier, stronger look of their fathers and grandfathers. Probably males know that the more self contained and inaccessible they are, the more we women will do to attract their attention.

Hey, yay, hurray!  It's a viva la diffĂ©rence thing!

I showed my husband, John Cullum, the picture of the colored suits, and asked him "wouldn't you, secretly, on the QT, enjoy wearing something unusual this spring like a bright green suit?"

He didn't say yes or no.


Monday, March 16, 2015


"Big Daddy" Microsoft -- the fatherly parent who got a lot of us into PC's --  is now selling us virtual reality -- VR.

Yes, iPhones, iPads, Android devices all have VR apps, and Apple, iTunes, and Google Play Store are selling it. But what Microsoft's is offering  has more features, and more power.

Boo! Wow! Eek! (That's is my refrain for what's life-changingly new.) Soon, just about everything in life will be run on the super-smart gleaming gizmo that you bought for making phone calls.

Time Magazine reporter, Dan Kedmey, shared his experience with Microsoft's new "HoloLens," saying: "I looked at an ordinary coffee through the visor of this virtual-reality headset -- suddenly a translucent castle surrounded by fields with grazing sheep materialized  -- I could prod the animals around the pasture, nudging one of them to the edge of the table, where it jumped down to safety."

This kind of  thrill is what we'll be getting more of in our 3D future.

Big Daddy M says HoloLens is the next wave. Facebook, after paying $2 billion for Oculus Vr, is on the verge of releasing an affordable head set.  Sony's working on a VR device to go with its PlayStation 4. Samsung sells Gear VR, which works with its Galaxy line of phones. Prices -- $199 for the Sony, $350 for the Oculus; other manufacturers offer gear from $199 to $499."

Another Time article tells how a teacher can now take students on field trips to a rain forest, or the Battle of Waterloo. Gaming on a Sony, players can actually command a vessel screaming through space. At the Sun Dance Festival this year, though VR films have never before been included, 11 virtual reality films were shown.

Wow, holy cow -- I'm impressed. Are John Cullum and wife Em going to go with the flow?

Take a look, like we did, at Wearable headgear. It was intimidating, until we saw the Google Cardboard VR. You can buy and assemble it. It comes with a pair of lenses, magnet, velcro, rubber bands and a link that launches it. You cut and mold the cardboard into the right size; arrange the velcro; with double-sided tape and sticky rings, you slot the lenses and the magnet into place; fold it all together. You click the NFC link ("Near Field Communication) and -- wow.

For $24.95 you can test what you feel about VR.

Hmm. I might buy this and try VR once, or twice at most.  I am not thrilled or interested in having Virtual Reality adventures.

Why not? Because I'm so deeply involved, everyday, with REAL Realty.