celebrating great conversations

Venus, Earth and Mars

Saturday I braved the great outdoors not to miss what I believed would be a great dialogue on artistic influence. I wasn't disappointed. A group of artists and poets which I hold in high regard get together on a monthly basis to bat around ideas over a few bottles of wine. As great as it can be by the end we wind up landing on signs of the times such as the media facination with Anna Nicole Smith.

My husband, the Harryman, it taking a pilates class for health and research reasons, really... and at the beginning of class this woman rushed into the door and exclaimed "You won't BELEIVE what's happened!!!!!!"

Harryman's attitude plumets since he fears we've finally bombed Iraq or that terrorists have taken over the White House or some such orange alert fear.... and then the pilatesed woman exclaimed: "Anna Nicole Smith is dead!" Of course this is sad news for her family and the hundreds of advertisers and media moguls who rely on her for moolah but we all know that, like Elvis and all great artists or successful celebrities, she's probably worth more dead than alive.

The world is so topsy turvey it would be appropo that our next salon topic be who ISN'T the father of ANS's daughter and how much money they should inherit. Sigh.