news travels. fast.

This morning Kurt Loder was behind me in line for coffee at the airport. I don't remember what he ordered, but he requested that it be with "soy milk. Lots of soy milk."

Which led me to think about the waxing and waning effect of news, media, and news reporters on me lately. Some of those things have impacted me just tangentially and some quite powerfully. Some still are merely prototypes for the maximal legal use of hairspray, makeup, and conciliatory "You got that right, Gina"'s and "I'll bet it's a cold one, Larry"'s.

Andre, my uncle, is an anchor at the San Diego CBS affiliate and has somehow singlehandedly made it even FEASIBLE for me to continue life out West. He watched my car during June, has taken me out when I needed it most, has spoiled me as a newly broke graduate, has involved me in his wonderful beautiful life, and has found me a place to live in Los Angeles. But does he deliver the news well to the good folks in San DiAHHHgo--A Whale's...nevermind. Young minds corrupt easily.

What's more, Andre and I discussed Anderson Cooper over dinner at Lei, my favorite and most crowded new Polynesian fusion bar/restaurant in SD. Actually too crowded, and you can't reserve a little cabana unless you have at least 8 in your party, but believe me, it makes a person want to find 8 in their party. So anyway...amidst the cabanas I wasn't sitting in, pomegranate martinis, and Thai satay, he was so suprised when I told him how many of my close friends find Anderson fiercely attractive (those steel-blue eyes, that sexy sincerity, that dead-on delivery) because he frankly finds Mr. Cooper quite run-of-the-mill, other than the fact that he's wordly and well-traveled. But you would be TOO, says Andre, if your mother was a gazillionairess and you had access to a Super-8 whenever you wanted. Andre's news heroes and heroines are of a much older era, and as he listed them off, I started thinking about how much even cynical ME blindly trusts the left-of-the-middlers, just so I can attach myself to that side of things. And this is a problem for many: if we ascribe to the political leanings of reporters and George Clooneys, what are we really admitting to? Left or right? Liberal or conservative? Coulter or Carville? No, stupid, we admit we are lazy.

My beef with this could go on forever, but my silly point is also that I find news anchors amusing. To go back to the aforementioned James Carville, I often find myself wondering--foolishly hoping?--whether I might in fact be the offspring of ol' Jim and my mother. They dated way back when during a time when he couldn't, well, score with anyone other than his law school roomate's little sister, otherwise known as my mom.

But I don't KNOW him, only that he's the figurehead for Southern Liberals. What if he can't appreciate a good Strangers with Candy, YouTube, or POCO, the best actual record cover in existence? I might not like him or have much in common with him after all. So there.

Another thing, ladies--Anderson Cooper? Maybe not so available to you. When I asked Andre where he was Hanging with Mr. Cooper, he breezily and easily replied, "A dance party."

I wish you all the best this weekend. I will be--humidity!--at a wedding--food!--in Baton Rouge--mosquitos!

floating

and here we are, mina, genevieve, briana and me. two dance camps down, three to go. i'm actually feeling more run down than usual, and i'm pretty sure my body stopped ovulating. awesome. but the dancers have been great for the most part--a few exceptions here and there..."jackasses" as mina calls them--and the routines all look great. i love being with people who really do feel like my family.

i had the BEST margarita the other day and that reminds me of getting back to the good times with friends in cali. i'm so excited to go home but still pretty scared. but this is the fun part--i actually have a potential home (someone's guest house) that i HOPE works out. so i'm not really inspired right now and i'm stopping. but more is to come. happy fathers' day if you are one or have one!