It's My Dog's World: I Just Live In It

Alec Baldwin AND John Krasinski + adorable dog = <3

 

Hope they paid the dog as much money as Baldwin got.

Funniest pitbull myth debunking film ever

The only problem? Now you'll want one of those purple nose pit puppies. Enjoy!

My favorite holiday ever

Credit:  the Proper Pitbull.

Cats in sweaters.

Pitbulls in a Halloween costume competition.

Halloween cannot come often enough for me.

No dog content. Just fun. Thank you, Old Spice Man.

Best viral commercials ever.   When are they making Old Spice for dogs?  I would totally buy anything from Mr. Old Spice.

There is no crying in (vintage) baseball...but there are dogs...

Buddy the dog watches the Whately Pioneers, originally uploaded by Empress M.

A few days ago, when we were in the Berkshires, Jeff and I stumbled on a lovely game of vintage baseball, a game played with 19th century rules and courtesy (the umpire wears a bowler and a SUIT). No padding anywhere--not on the limbs, and sure as heck not on the gloves. Wooden bats. And at the end of the game, both teams gave the crowd a tip of the hat, and a hearty "Huzzah!"

One member of the crowd was the dog Buddy, who belongs to Buck, captain of the Whately Pioneers. Bats cracked, balls whizzed near...but Buck kept his cool. We should all follow his lead.

Just in Time for School...

A dog who will eat your kid's homework for him or her.   Seriously...it's a kid's size t-shirt on Threadless.com, and it's on sale, so....hurry!

Adventures in Hoboken and Reasons to Live: A Great Cafe Around the Corner

Oh, Dames Coffee.  Smart barista, sexy art, great coffee.  And a nice cinnamon roll, too.  More kudos here.

Here, too.

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Unlikely Dog Friendly Spot of the Month: The Time Warner Center, NYC

When I have a little more time, I will wax rhapsodical about the lovely stores of Georgetown in Washington, D.C., and the staff who welcomed my mutt and me inside.

But today, let me briefly praise the Time Warner Center, which I visited last night, and which, for all of its hoity-toity-osity and grand, soaring design (check out the view from the third floor), welcomes dogs. And not just foofy little dogs, either.  One day, when I was shopping at Williams-Sonoma. I was gently nudged by a large and lovely Malinois.  I think his owner was looking for some peppercorns, but the Malinois was more interested in Bundt pans.  Note to Williams-Sonoma--time to start making Bundt pans in the shape of dog bones.

I am NOT one of those people who thinks dogs belong everywhere--though I do think we owe them a lot, including our transformation as a species from desperate nomads to agrarian farmers with nice houses.  And so it's not just nice, but almost primeval, sometimes, to be in a lovely place, as the Time-Warner Center is, and, after buying a delicious nicoise sandwich and a crazy fantastic tiny brownie from Bouchon Bakery - and still be hanging with your best pal, whose ancestors made living inside safely and eating meals without being set upon by predators possible in the first place.

It's My Dog's World...But Sometimes We Share It With George Michael

I know, I know, I promised to solve Hoboken's horrible bad driver problem....and clean it up at the same time.  But meanwhile, I won a George Michael video with this entry on Modern Fabulosity about her, and Jeff, and our crazy love.   So don't judge me.  Because how could I resist a man who sings "You gotta have Faith?"

What Could You Do 52 Times in a Year?

There's a glorious discipline to doing something over and over again, on a consistent basis.

My creativity/drawing/writing hero Lynda Barry created a whole book about it, called 100 Demons. It's a drawing exercise based on sumi-e painting that she learned from her teacher in college.  When I took her class, she explained that "demons" could be anything--they were just a frame for what you, inevitably, were going to create.  You could call it 100 Coffee Cups.  100 Presidents.  100 Dogs.  What wants to comes out, will come out, if you just keep working.
 

My music hero Jonathan Coulton put a song out there, once a week, for a whole damned year, a Thing a Week.  He wrote some gems--his song "A Talk With George," manages to be this incredibly specific description of writer/bon vivant George Plimpton, and a completely unsappy Live Your Dreams song.  He also covered "Baby Got Back," which I was delighted to hear LIVE at Joe's Pub, to ukelele backup.

And Manoel Felciano, the gloriously spooky Toby of Sweeney Todd, is doing it right now here  with Sunday Songs.  Listen to a nifty song about purple. And a lovely remembrance of actress/playwright/powerhouse Oni Faida Lampley.

I'm wondering if I could write a tiny play every week.  A playette?  A play-ini? Have I mentioned that I'm going to have a play-ini in the Estrogenius Festival in October?  Well, I am.

What could you create every week for a year?