Friday, December 9, 2016

America's Top Spelling Mistakes

I heard a report on NPR the other day about how Google crunched data from its search engine to put together this map that shows which spellings people search for the most frequently in each state. Several of the terms appear more than once, such as “desert,” “cancelled,” and “vacuum.”  

I find it surprising that some of these words are so difficult for others to spell.  Cousin? Niece? Attitude? GRAY? ?!?!??!?!?!

Then again I have to admit that DESERT vs. DESSERT has tripped me up more than once, but hopefully the visual below will cement that distinction in my head once and for all. 

Do you judge people harshly when they misspell words? Do you think proper spelling is a sign of intelligence? And that misspellings show a lack of intelligence, or a lack of education?  

I will admit that it drives me crazy when things are misspelled. Or when people are crappy writers. Texting, typing on tiny keyboards, and the joys of auto-correct are to blame for some of these issues. At least partially. But I do appreciate it when someone spells things correctly and when they write well.

Then again it is wildly entertaining to see misspellings. 

My sister recently received a letter at work in which the writer threatened to report them to the "Better Business Burro". AHAHHAHAHAHAH!!! I LOVE THAT SO MUCH!!!!

One of my favorite misspellings was courtesy of an ex. We were emailing and I asked him how work was going. He replied that working with his new boss was "pure torcher". HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! LOVE THAT!!!!

One other doozy came for a resume and cover letter that I received long ago when I worked in Human Resources.  We were recruiting for a new head of PR.  This chick sent in her resume with a cover letter.  She seemed like the perfect candidate.  Absolutely perfect.  Until I noted that she listed she was an expert in "pubic relations".  LOL!

Friday, November 4, 2016

Are You Lost in the World Like Me / Animation by Steve Cutts

Just saw a clip of this via @lalunajade on instagram and thought it was an interesting/horrifying commentary on present times....

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Dia de los Muertos at Hollywood Forever Cemetery

Dia de los Muertos at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery is pretty much my favorite day of the year to take pics! I posted a few of these on instagram already (@drollgirl and @ohyespleaseandthankyou), but here are bigger, juicier pics.

So the whole death thing.  Sigh.  It's pretty harsh, but someone recently told me that if there were no death, life wouldn't have much meaning.  So there's that.  I guess knowing there is an end makes us treasure what we have while we have it.  Or at least we should!  And it's a good thing to celebrate those that we have lost.  

I don't want to make this into a huge downer post, but I recently received word that my uncle Neil had been hospitalized.  He had suffered a few falls in recent history and they were checking him out when they determined that he had stage 4 cancer.  This news just came out of nowhere.  Neil wasn't a huge fan of doctors and didn't frequent them often. I remember at one point he had some kind of bump on his forehead that was bugging him. Instead of going to a doctor to have it checked out, he took a buckskin knife to it and carved it out on his own.  Just taking care of business.  Lol.  What a nut.  Needless to say, after his wife found out what he did, she took him to the emergency room where they patched him up and told him to NEVER DO THAT AGAIN.  

So this crap news about having stage 4 cancer was extremely difficult for Neil, his wife, his kids and his family members to hear.  Just totally shocking.  The doctors said Neil probably had 4 months to live, and that he should get his affairs in order and decide if any kind of treatment should be pursued.  Calls were flying back and forth amongst family members -- what do we do, do we try chemo, do we get second or third opinions, should the one family member with a PhD start researching this type of cancer and treatment or study options, what do we DO?????  Everyone was in a tizzy and there were no good answers. Unfortunately at one point my aunt called my dad to get his opinion on treatment options, and my dad said, "Well he is going to die anyway, so I don't see the point of trying chemotherapy."  UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.  Maybe my dad had a valid point, but there had to be a more sensitive way of delivering that news.  But everyone was just so distraught and didn't know what to say or think or do.  

Neil was near death while my sister and I were on vacation.  We were having the best time ever, and randomly I would think of Neil and his family, and that while we were out having a grand old time, Neil and family were crying, depressed, and trying to plan and prepare for his end.  I felt so guilty for their pain, and for my pleasure.  Just awful.  

After receiving word that my uncle had passed away, I went online to read his obituary, which said:

Neil XXXXX was born on August 16, 1939 and passed away on Sunday, October 9, 2016.
Neil was a resident of Broken Arrow, Oklahoma at the time of his passing.
He was married to Patricia XXXXX.

That's it.  WHAT THE FUCK.  Can you imagine living 77 years and that is ALL that is written about you?!  Not that summing up his life in a few paragraphs would have totally encapsulated him as a person, but it sure would've been better than what he got! So depressing.

Then again it is impossible to sum up someone that you loved in a few sentences, so maybe people just opt out of that whole formal obituary thing and honor their loved ones in their own way.  

Well anywhoo, cheers to a great uncle that was loved and cherished, and to all those that we have loved and lost.  


Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Paris, Texas / Talk Talk

Not that it matters, but I wrote this a few months back and for some reason or another didn't bother to publish it until now....

Have you ever seen the movie Paris, Texas?  It is a strange movie, and I just loved it.  The cinematography is outstanding.  The acting is spot on.  The story line is engaging.  And, yep, it made me cry, but sometimes I am a sucker (particularly lately!) and just ready to release the waterworks.   Side note: my theory is that tears are poison, and it's best to let 'em flow as needed before they turn into something worse!!

Harry Dean Stanton is the main character.  For about the first 20 minutes of the movie he refuses to talk.  I get this.  Sometime I feel talking is overrated.  It is so much work.  So noisy.  So much effort.

Sometimes I am a lazy communicator -- I just don't always have the energy.  I like to think of myself as a word economist (LOL!), but that might be an overinflated description.

Example?  I am not a morning person.  It takes me a while to warm up and get ready to talk.  The first person that I see on workday mornings is perfectly polite and always says "Good morning!" to me.  I can't bring myself to utter that many syllables at 8:30am.  I just can't.  So I respond with a "hello" or "hi", or a hand wave and a smile.  He doesn't seem to mind.

The other weekend I didn't really talk at all.  Maybe a word or two to the cats, but that's about it.  It was interesting.  It was ok.  Just sort of lost in my own quiet world.  Being a freak, I made it my goal not to talk at ALL for the entire weekend.  I was buying groceries late that Sunday afternoon when the cashier said hello and asked me how I was doing.  I smiled.  But that really wasn't good enough and he waited for more.  So I told him I was fine, and that ended my not-talking streak for the weekend.

Perhaps this lack of interest in talking is hereditary.  In her late 70s or maybe it was her early 80s, my paternal Grandma pretty much opted out of talking on the phone.  My parents would call long distance, and my grandpa would talk to them.  My grandma wouldn't. She begged off.  She refused.  Not because she was mad or angry -- I think she just couldn't muster up the energy to blab on the phone.  She would send letters, but she wouldn't get on the phone.

My parents are starting to take the same tactic.  They are not big on phone calls, and would rather email or text.  I feel the same.  Talking is so much work.  Don't get me wrong, sometimes I can't SHUT UP, but this is usually when something great or exciting has happened, or I have a really good story to tell. Or when I've had an excessive amount of caffeine.

My co-worker has a 5-year old daughter named Olivia.  Olivia is friends with a set of twins that sound interesting.  These twins have selective mutism -- so they only speak in whispers.  They whisper quietly when they are calm; they whisper loudly when they are upset.  But they only communicate in whispers.  This whispering takes place at home, at school, and when playing.  Always.  I think this is rather fascinating, and I wish I could see them in action and find out WHY they do this.  The whispering twins' parents are not worried about their kids -- they figure this is just a phase that they are going through, and that they are fine since they are fully functional and able to communicate.  Note: one of the parents is a therapist (not sure if that is good or bad!). 

Which brings me to dating.  And talking.  The getting to know each other phase can be rather tedious. I feel like some people are really excited to talk about themselves.  Me?  Not so much.  Getting to know people takes a lot of time and effort.  Part of me wants to just hit the highlights on a sandwich board and point to the answers when questions are asked.  How lazy is that?!  

Sort of off topic, but wondering if you talk about EVERYTHING with your significant other (or your insignificant other? lol).  Do you lay it all out there, or hold some back?  Do you pretty much reveal all of your deep, dark secrets and shameful admissions?  Are you all in, or do you keep some things private?  I'm just curious. 

Thursday, September 29, 2016

Existential Dread

Do you live your life DREADING certain activities?  It feels like I always have something I am fretting about or dreading.  It is annoying.  Yesterday I had to attend a meeting that had me so nervous.  I considered calling in sick, but couldn't since I head out on vacation in a bit and it just wouldn't have gone over well.  So instead I dreaded this damn meeting all week.  Said meeting finally took place and it really wasn't THAT bad.  

I'm heading out-of-state on vacation soon, and I'll be staying with two people that I HAVE NEVER EVEN MET.  I am trying not to freak out about it, but what if they take an instant dislike to me?!?!?!?   EEEEE.  That could be awkward, and to be honest this happens more than I would like.  I can USUALLY overcome it and turn someone around, but not always.  But hopefully things are fine and we hit it off.  But the DREAD is definitely in the background and I am TRYING to get a grip and tamp it down.

While obsessing about dread yesterday, I found this article on-line.  I've read it repeatedly.   WEIRD. Bizarre.  And rather fascinating, if you care to read it:

Experiencing Existential Dread?  Tylenol May Do the Trick

Thinking about death can cause us to feel a sort of existential angst that isn’t attributable to a specific source. Now, new research suggests that acetaminophen, an over-the-counter pain medication, may help to reduce this existential pain.

The research is published in Psychological Science, a journal of the Association for Psychological Science.

According to lead researcher Daniel Randles and colleagues at the University of British Columbia in Canada, the new findings suggest that Tylenol may have more profound psychological effects than previously thought:

“Pain extends beyond tissue damage and hurt feelings, and includes the distress and existential angst we feel when we’re uncertain or have just experienced something surreal. Regardless of the kind of pain, taking Tylenol seems to inhibit the brain signal that says something is wrong.”

Randles and colleagues knew from previous research that when the richness, order, and meaning in life is threatened — with thoughts of death, for instance — people tend to reassert their basic values as a coping mechanism.

The researchers also knew that both physical and social pain — like bumping your head or being ostracized from friends — can be alleviated with acetaminophen. Randles and colleagues speculated that the existentialist suffering we face with thoughts of death might involve similar brain processes. If so, they asked, would it be possible to reduce that suffering with a simple pain medicine?

The researchers had participants take either Tylenol brand acetaminophen or a sugar pill placebo in a double-blind study. One group of participants was asked to write about what would happen to their body after they die, and the control group was asked to write about having dental pain, an unpleasant but not existentially distressing thought.
All the participants were then asked to read an arrest report about a prostitute, and to set the amount for bail.

Just as expected, the control group that wrote about dental pain — who weren’t made to feel an existentialist threat — gave relatively low bail amounts, only about $300. They didn’t feel the need to assert their values.

On the other hand, the participants who wrote about their own death and were given a sugar pill gave over $400 for bail, in line with previous studies. They responded to the threat on life’s meaning and order by affirming their basic values, perhaps as a coping mechanism.
But, the participants in this group who took Tylenol were not nearly as harsh in setting bail. These results suggest that their existential suffering was ‘treated’ by the headache drug.
A second study confirmed these results using video clips. People who watched a surreal video by director David Lynch and took the sugar pill judged a group of rioters following a hockey game most harshly, while those who watched the video and took Tylenol were more lenient.
The study demonstrates that existentialist dread is not limited to thinking about death, but might generalize to any scenario that is confusing or surprising — such as an unsettling movie.
“We’re still taken aback that we’ve found that a drug used primarily to alleviate headaches can also make people numb to the worry of thinking about their deaths, or to the uneasiness of watching a surrealist film,” says Randles.
The researchers believe that these studies may have implications for clinical interventions down the road.
“For people who suffer from chronic anxiety, or are overly sensitive to uncertainty, this work may shed some light on what is happening and how their symptoms could be reduced,” Randles concludes.

In addition to Randles, co-authors on this research include Steven Heine and Nathan Santos of the University of British Columbia.
This research was supported by a grant and doctoral fellowship from the Social Sciences and Humanities Research Council.
For more information about this study, please contact: Daniel Randles at and Steven Heine at

Needless to say, I'll be bringing a lot of TYLENOL on my trip!  :)

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Zun Lee

I recently saw a photo by Zun Lee (the first one pictured below), and just loved it. I then zipped over to his website to see more.  I thought it would be a quick visit, but I was there a l-o-n-g time admiring his beautiful shots.  His work features none of the slick, coiffed, carefully composed portraits, selfies and ads of "beautiful" people that we are inundated with every day.  He manages to capture the character, personality and individuality of his subjects -- urban Americana at it's best. Here are some of my favorites:

Zun Lee

About the artist:

Zun Lee is an award-winning Canadian photographer, physician and educator. He was born and raised in Germany and has also lived in Atlanta, Philadelphia and Chicago. He currently resides in Toronto.

Lee has been globally recognized as one of the top emerging visual storytellers to watch. His focus on the importance of quotidian Black life has led to publications in the New York Times, Slate, Wall Street Journal, TIME, The New Yorker, Huffington Post, MSNBC, Washington Post, Forbes, and Hyperallergic.

For his project Father Figure, Lee places the topic of black father absence stereotypes into a broader context of pathologized black masculinity. The resulting monograph, produced by acclaimed publisher Ceiba Foto, has won several major international awards. Lee worked on repeated assignments in Ferguson, Missouri in the fall of 2014, where he engaged the local community to produce a more nuanced narrative of resistance. His latest project FadeResistance interrogates a gap in the contemporary history of black visual representation through an archive of found Polaroids of African American families. He was awarded a Magnum Foundation Fellowship in 2015.

Lee has shown his work in solo and group exhibits in New York City, Washington DC, Toronto, Paris, Perpignan, Orlando and Los Angeles. He has spoken publicly at New York University, Nathan Cummings Foundation, University of Chicago, Photoville Brooklyn, Ryerson University, University of Toronto, Annenberg Space for Photography, International Center of Photography, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, and Recyclart Brussels.

Selected honors and awards include: Magnum Foundation Fellow (2015), Photo District NewsPhoto Annual Winner (2015), LOOK3 Educator (2015), Paris Photo/Aperture Photobook AwardsShortlist (2014), Photo District News’ 30 New and Emerging Photographers to Watch (2014).

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Thursday, September 1, 2016

Leyly Matine-Daftary

I recently saw an image of a Leyley Matine-Daftary painting, and I was intrigued. It was such a beautiful, simple, crisp and clean work that I started hunting around to research a bit more about this artist that I had never heard of before.  I found the images below, and I just love them. They remind me a bit of some of Picasso's work, plus a touch of Alex Katz, with maybe a dash of Jonas Wood. Her works are so beautiful, simple, clean and clear, but with a bit of whimsy. It's like she reduced all of the complications of the subject matter, and presented their essence in a thoughtfully condensed manner.  I think they are perfect.


A significant figure in the artistic history of the Middle East, Leyly Matine-Daftary was amongst the few artists who changed the historically stolid dictates of traditionalism prevalent in the region. In addition to establishing a personal style of modernism, she helped promulgate the movement, now so firmly evident in Iran and in the Arab world, which produced a great number of exceptional and internationally renowned female artists.

Leyly Matine-Daftary was born in Tehran, Iran, on January 18, 1937. After completing her elementary education in Tehran, she attended Cheltenham Ladies College and continued her education at the Slade School of Fine Arts in London, from which she received a degree in Fine Arts. She returned to Tehran in the late 1950s and began a career as a professional artist and also as an educator, becoming a lecturer on sculpture and sculpting at the Fine Arts Faculty of Tehran University. In 1961 she married Kaveh Farman-Farmaian with whom she had two children, Kamran and Mansureh.

Matine-Daftary was at the forefront of the arts in the Middle East, with great involvement in the Tehran Biennials - the genesis of the current direction of contemporary arts in the region – and in the Shiraz Arts Festival, for which Matine-Daftary created the public aesthetic through her iconic design of posters, costumes and various attendant identifying material.

Her quiet brand of warm grace made her one of the most liked and admired personalities in the regions’ art world, highlighting her belief that nobility was a product of integrity and dignity and not simply an exigency of birth. That even though Matine-Daftary was always at the heart of Iran’s social, political and cultural elite. The daughter of a Prime Minister and of a formidable aristocrat, and a granddaughter of a legendary Prime Minister who graced the cover of Time Magazine on three separate occasions including its Man of the Year issue, Matine–Daftary possessed the genuine humility of the truly noble.

After a two year battle with brain cancer, she passed away in Paris on April 17, 2007.
Leyly Matine-Daftary’s legacy of modernism and minimalism will continue to be one of the most significant influences in the development of the contemporary arts in the Middle East.