Just another WordPress.com site

Archive for the ‘Blog’ Category

2012 Predictions by Someone Who Doesn’t Believe in Them

Many years ago I was the production manager on a TV pilot called “Rumors.”  It investigated rumors like whether Walt Disney is frozen (he isn’t) and other celebrity stories.  One of the people we interviewed was a world-renown psychic and astrologer named Jeane Dixon who was revealed to be one of Nancy Reagan’s “consultants.”   The term “the Jeane Dixon effect,” was coined for her.  It refers to a tendency to vigorously promote a few correct predictions while ignoring a larger number of incorrect predictions to convince people that you have special abilities.  I hated her like I hate any narcissistic scam artist that preys on the emotionally needy.  There was only one person I hated worse.  Her agent.  He was a nasty, self-important, arrogant (fill in your word of choice and there’s some great Yiddish ones I can recommend) who was thrilled to help Ms. Dixon scalp everyone and anyone they could.  I am basically an honest person.  You can trust me on that.  But for some reason, Jeane Dixon’s check just never seemed to make it to his office in New York.  Three weeks I think it took.  A month?  I was bringing my rabbit in to work most days then.  If I wasn’t so basically honest, I might have had him pee on it.

For decades every December of The Enquirer Magazine had her top 10 predictions.  They were always wrong.  The only good thing about Ms. Dixon’s predictions is that they were pretty funny.  Remember World War III?  The one that started in China?  She was great at getting presidential elections wrong — including who would run.  Every year — and I do mean every year — she wrote about Michael Jackson’s alien love child.  If she was still alive, she’d probably make it Conrad Murray’s alien love child so she could keep it in the family.

So, for my predictions or non-predictions…  These are not based on my knowledge of the stars, psychic abilities (the best I can do is know when the kids haven’t brought in their dishes), or “brilliant” mind.  These are based simply on what either makes sense, should happen, or what I would like to happen.

Mayan Calendar December 21, 2012 — others say end of the world, paradigm shift, the divine female takes over, whatever.  I say ancient Mayans come up from out of their underworld civilization,  look at what we’ve done to the planet, and go back under for another 5,125 years.

Politics… Next President no better than the last.  Worse, maybe, but not better.

Literature… Captain Underpants’ writer Dav Pilkey will win the Pulitzer.  Or so says my 8 year-old nephew Max.

Sports… Oh, whatever.  I know nothing about sports.  They’ll get paid too much.  How’s that?

Science and Medicine…  Don’t get me started on the pharmaceutical companies.   I love research scientists — I’m related to research scientists — but what ever wonderful thing they’ll come up with won’t make its way to us in a useful manner.   As a hypnotherapist and daughter and granddaughter of psychiatrists, I have a tendency to think about things through symbolism.  Three heads of Satan:  Pharmaceuticals, For-Profit Health Insurance companies, and most Multi-National Corporations.  Not a prediction, just an observation.

Film… Oh, there’s always something to see.  Of course, it’s the kid’s animation that seems to draw the better filmmakers in some ways.  One little note, though.  I read somewhere that if Dreamworks/Pixar made it easier to make 3-D animated films, there’d be fewer animators working.  I don’t think it works that way.  If the films are successful, and you can make more with fewer people, then you’re going to be making more films.  And hopefully they’ll be good.

Scholarly Matters… I separate this from Literature because it’s really a matter of people needing to be published and get publicity.  New ideas on who really wrote what in 2012?  Shakespeare was written by Ezra Pound.  Why?  Ezra Pound wrote T.S. Eliot.  (Actually, it was the guy who trained the dancing bear who wrote the plays as anyone who has worked in the theatre knows.)  The big thing is now who really wrote what in the early comic books.  Stan Lee says he did.  He ended up with the money so he’s got the lawyers.  Wait to object on this one until he’s dead.

Personal Predictions…  The cat will still pat my face to wake me up if I move while I’m sleeping.  My niece will come up with very good excuses not to finish her homework right now (Glee, anyone?).  My nephew will want to learn more Yiddish (and I can’t teach him any of the really good stuff!)  All of my friends books will sell well (wait for the reviews here).

Yes, folks, it’ll be just like last year only different.  Send me my check soon.


$100 Surprise

Just when I thought the water was all gone, a flash flood.  I was contacted by a potential client who wanted to see me today.   I saw said client and we’ve an appointment for Saturday.  I hope it goes through.

Nice to start the week with unexpected cash.

I doubted myself; couldn’t talk myself up.  I’ve been hypnotizing people since I was 12 and I doubt that still.  Of course, that’s just a cover for the real thing; I can’t really help anyone.  I don’t know what I’m doing therapeutically.  All the negatives kept running through my head.  Enough to make your heart weigh against your lung.  But session went fine.

I can’t just follow a script and I need the confidence to truly trust myself to create it as I do fiction.  I did it before, but the longer I go without a client the more “proof” it is that I’m incompetent as a hypnotherapist, not as someone who isn’t doing a good job getting clients although I’ve done everything I can think of.

This box is safe, but it reflects old, bad, dangerous beliefs.  I see them in every roll of Mother’s eyes, slight changes in the tone of her voice, her breaths.  I hear it in my head, nonstop.

But I know as I get my sleep patterns back to normal, it will be easier to combat these thoughts as I have done before and won.

Gary says it’s bedtime but I don’t think he wants to sleep

No, that isn’t as fun as it might sound.  Gary is The Gary Monster a very vocal Siamese who loves to be spanked.  And yowl.  He’s my sweet boy, but bedtime starts out as a battle.  I’m happy to spank him 60-70 times, but when I stop and say “Good Night,” it’s pat, pat, pat on my face and he wants to start all over.


No way out of it now.  Bedtime.  And Gary’s fast asleep.

To Sleep or Not To Sleep

It’s been a tricky day here.  I’ve haven’t really slept since maybe Sunday night and all day I’ve been either half-awake, panicky about getting everything done, or cranky.  Or at least so it seems to me.  Everything hurts or aches except The Gary Monster who sneezes and wheezes.  Worst of all, when I finally decided to get up since early since I wasn’t going to fall asleep, my Thurber Carnival was in Mom’s room.  I couldn’t read a Thurber!  It’s like demented secret passion.  No one I know actually reads anything except for Walter Mitty and The Catbird Seat.  But every mystery reader should read The Macbeth Murder Mystery.

December 21, 2011: In cars

It took us too long to get to the Thousand Oaks’ Nate ‘n’ Al’s.  Emma needed matzoh ball soup for dinner and since this is one of the few healthful foods she will actually eat, we accommodated her.  But we barely made it into the car without Emma and Max arguing about who was reading the story in Highlights and Grandma has to weigh in without knowing what’s going on.  Calm and Logical, Calm and Logical, Calm and Logical.  I’d run late this morning so we hadn’t gone to the market to get the ingredients for this new chicken dish that Mom wanted to make that no one would really eat — you can forget about Emma the “if it looks like meat, I’m not eating it” and Mom who eats barely anything now.  I’m not that interested and Max is always full with either Cheez-its or cream cheese.  His cream cheese cracker sandwiches would make Dagwood proud.

In any case, it was noisy in the car.  Tension between the kids.  Max singing nonsense words can be fun or a little less than a good thing.  Grandmas have limited tolerance compared to many others.  I was tired to begin with, useless assistance, noise, noise, noise, noise in the back seat.  Then we discovered the worst thing.  The map was wrong.  Many times I have thought about destroying Google maps and replacing it with an app that shows someone saying “Well, it’s like this.  You drive about three miles west until you see the Dairy Queen…”  Turned out I knew exactly how we should have gone and we’d been sent the wrong way.

We got there.  The kids were happy as there was an outdoor ice-skating ring to be excited about and to make us promise to come back to soon.  Mom was happy because there was chopped chicken liver which would make my brother happy.  I was happy.  Wait.  I was relieved mainly and trying to keep the kids calm when they needed to be calm.

As I looked over the place I thought about the “real” Nate ‘n’ Al’s.   The original in Beverly Hills where Nate and Al would be there when Grandma and Grandpa took Mom to lunch and dinner there.  The same waitresses.  The exact same food.  Perfect chicken broth.  Turkey sandwiches.  Everyone went there.  When I was older, I’d go with my friends.  Once Jenny and I went there.  It was crowded, of course.  We were finally up.  We stood, started to go to our table, and then Howard Cosell walked in and we sat and bitched for 10 minutes.  Who was to say we were any less important than a sports announcer with a funny voice.  In my book, the only thing he ever did that meant anything to me was in “Bananas.”  If they knew Jenny would become an award-winning filmmaker, would they have made Howard wait five minutes?  Maybe he was with his agent.  They were the ones who ran the show.

In any case, we got the food and everyone in the car.  More marketing.  Mom went on her own and gave the kids assignments to put in their own little cart.  I kept coordinating back and forth, back and forth trying to keep track of everyone.   There was no time for Mom to make her special chicken but it took forever to get the makings for a semi-regular dinner.

The matzoh ball soup wasn’t quite right.  It was just a little too salty.  I’m hoping tomorrow is less eventful.


Hello world!

Welcome to WordPress.com. After you read this, you should delete and write your own post, with a new title above. Or hit Add New on the left (of the admin dashboard) to start a fresh post.

Here are some suggestions for your first post.

  1. You can find new ideas for what to blog about by reading the Daily Post.
  2. Add PressThis to your browser. It creates a new blog post for you about any interesting  page you read on the web.
  3. Make some changes to this page, and then hit preview on the right. You can always preview any post or edit it before you share it to the world.

And so it goes…

I’m starting out writing something just to be writing.  I have to find someone to explain to me how to make this page pretty.

The Gary Monster seems to be mad at me.  Oh, I know.  “What Not To Wear” is almost on and that’s one of his favorite shows.  Nothing more fun than watching a Siamese pay attention to Clinton and Stacy’s fashion tips.  And I think he’s got a little kitty crush on Jamie on “Mythbusters.”


Tag Cloud