Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Good kitty, bad kitty

My neighbors have two cats. There's a big gray cat and a fluffy flufferpuff whitish cat.

This morning I was out on the porch having my coffee, and I happened to glance over there. Lili was also out on her porch having her coffee, and I saw the big gray good boy cat saunter over and sit next to her. Lili patted his head and stroked him between his gray good boy ears, and good boy kitty rubbed his head against her. It was such a lovely, soothing sight to see of a summer morning in the city. What a good boy. I don't know that cat's name, that's why I say he's a good boy, because the other kitty is "Cleo! Cleo no! Cleo, come ON. Cleo come here! Cleo what are you doing? Cleo? Cleo. Cleo! CLEO."

Cleo don't give a fuck. 🤣

Sunday, June 17, 2018


You guys, this band called Kuinka (formerly Rabbit Wilde) will be at Brighton Music Hall (formerly Harpers Ferry) on Saturday night. I, Michelle DiPoala (formerly Lexi Kahn), might go.

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Friday, June 8, 2018


“When you write from your gut 
and let the stuff stay flawed 
and don't let anybody tell you to make it better, 
it can end up looking like nothing else.”
- Louis CK

Friday, May 18, 2018


Digital "painting" on the iPad.

Tuesday, May 15, 2018


Everyone's doing it.

Sunday, May 13, 2018

I'm a Blogger On My Mother's Side?

We do not have your typical mother-daughter relationship, JoAnna and I, but what we lack in tradition we certainly make up for in...well I don't have a word for it yet.

Take today's realization. You guys will get a kick out of this. This is bananaballz, and how fitting a thing to randomly occur on Mother's Day.

Joe is writing some new songs in French, so I was rooting through my junk trunk looking for an X-rated French comic book that I know I have somewhere around here, when I saw my baby book.

This thing is a baby shower item for sure. It's called Through Baby's First Years with Dr. Dafoe. Inside, it's illustrated with sweet watercolor paintings of cherubic baby girls. There are empty spaces and the idea is that mom fills in the book with important dates, such as date and time of baby's arrival, first spoon feeding and so forth. There's also spaces to fill in names, like doctors, godparents, and people who came to my first birthday party. Dr. Dafoe includes useful snippets of advice and what-to-expect notes about babyhood such as nursing, first teeth, talking and playthings. In this manner, moms of the 1970s could chronicle the milestone events in a baby's first five years up to kindergarten.

JoAnna didn't fill out the whole five years. Her last page is my third birthday. That makes sense because I know what was going on with her when I was three. I'm sure it was a crazy time. On this third birthday page, the list of presents and who gave them to me is crazy. Some guy John gave me five bucks! Who the hell is John? And Benny? Benny gave me three bucks. In 1970, three bucks was like twenty bucks by today's standards. Benny, you're good people, Benny. I will make a list of my patrons, Benny, and it shall be called the Benny List.

I have no idea what happened to my book's cover, it's just a handful of yellowish bound pages. Even if it had its cover, this thing would still be a mess because it's been cut apart with scissors.

So half-finished, fading and falling apart? I'd say that's about right. Hi.

Wholly missing is every single photo that had been glued into the square spaces provided throughout the book. These empty squares have titles such as Baby At One Day, Baby at One Month, Baby's First Birthday and so forth.The photos aren't totally missing, I mean I know where they are back at my mom's house. I vaguely remember these photos. 

You guys, she wrote down when I started to brush my own teeth (two and a half) and the day I got my first haircut. There's even a swatch of my baby hair. She wrote down my first three words (Mommy, No, and Bye Bye, which is kind of too hilarious actually) and exactly when I said them.

I tell everyone that my blog is going to be 20 years old in 2020, the same year I turn 50? Well actually, as it happens, my mom started my blog for me the very day I was born. It turns out that I'm a Blogger on my mother's side.

My mother keeps on knocking me out with new things all the time. Is there nothing this woman can't do? Fer fuck's sake, you guys. 😊

Happy Mother's Day, JoAnna,
you extraordinary superhero.

Thursday, May 10, 2018

Deadline White House with Nicolle Wallace

"He is a titanic, and I mean TITANIC fraud. We have listened to this guy for many, many years in this country, on his moral high horse, assaulting the dignity of gay people, across the board. His moral preening is famous throughout the land, yet he is the most obsequious of all of Trump's cultists in the cabinet. ...We have never seen such slobbering servility by a high government official in this country than we do with Mike Pence and Donald Trump. It is amazing." - Steve Schmidt