Below, another beautiful thing that belonged to my parents. I'd rather have them, than this, but, there it is.



Made me happy that my son noticed this lamp and was captivated by it. He kept running his hands over the reverse-painted scenes and then he said, "Boats... I like this." He's three. Normally he only pauses for trains and things you can eat or throw, so chalk this brass and glass number up as his his very first interest in design.

Yes I'm taking in a variety of things from my childhood home, but only a fraction of what was there.

For example, I loved growing up with this working 1920's barber pole in our den. But I fear living in a creepy museum of my childhood. So, the pole? Very cool. But no.

Even still, there's so much stuff I can't give up, not yet at least. And now I need to live with these things to see if I can live with them.

The lamps came last weekend. Now I know they make me happy. I can live with them.

But then there's this clock. It was wound and working in that house for well over 35 years. It's on my wall now. It chimes and there have been times that, for a moment, I don't know where I am. Every 15 minutes I'm rocketed back to there, not here. And them and me then. And the sad, crushing reality that they just aren't.

But I can't part with it yet.

My heart is still broken. But like glass left long enough in the ocean, the edges will soften.

At least, I hope so.

Otherwise the clock? It's gotta go.

Me Me Me. Also? Me.

I'm quoted a brand new article by Jen Dziura on The Gloss called:

Financial Planning for Motherhood (Just In Case You're Not Swedish)

Nice, eh?

Ya.

Oh and if you missed it, check out my fresh & hot interview with Jen Yates from Cake Wrecks.

Thanks.

My grandmother, Sadelle (Sarah) Flashenberg 1904-1972

Tonight at 8P I'm doing a special (and now sold out) show, complete with an original PowerPoint presentation filled with good stuff. Me! Doing ppt! The recently-found photo above will be in the show. Can't tell you what it's about because the story unfurls a secret history.

I love blogs, but sometimes -- and especially these days -- it's better to have a "ya hadda be there" experience, no?

I'm doing a show on April 16 called Kevin Geeks Out. It's not comedy, strictly, but it will be eally exciting. Great line-up and it's challenging me to move a story (and photos and related docs) I've had on the back burner, to the front burner. Some details below. Lots more if you follow the two links in this here blog post. Hope to see you.



Kevin Geeks Out April All Stars!
Fri, Apr 16, 2010, 8:00pm, 92YTribeca, 200 Hudson Street

Susie Felber (truTV’s Dumb as a Blog) shares the secret history of New York City Floppers and other bizarre crimes.

I've not been seen much these days. There are at least 53 good reasons for this, but knowing that everyone I've ever known or will know can see me and my ramblings, I'm loathe to get personal online. I always was, and now, even more so.

See me in person and perhaps you'll luck into my expert kvetching.

Image: My mother's favorite ring to wear at romance contentions to represent her as her alter ego, "That Layton woman."

Fending Off Fingerpaint Paparazzi

You've been warned...

Monday, March 15th, 8:30 PM
Morrison Motel @ Cornelia Street Cafe

"One of the city's best alt-comedy shows." – The NY Post

www.morrison-motel.com

Cornelia Street Cafe, 29 Cornelia Street, between Bleecker and West 4th. A,C,E,B,D,F & V trains to West 4th. 1 train to Christopher St. (212) 989-9319 for reservations. 8:30 pm. $10 cover, $7 drink minimum.

John Morrison hosts Ophira Eisenberg, Lee Camp, Rob Paravonian, Susie Felber, Charlie Kasov and Katherine Williams.

Adventures in Whack Web Design: The play-button-on-nose phenomenon.





Images: CNN.com; RadarOnline.com

Railarity

From the LIFE Magazine photo archive. Jerry Seinfeld in 1990; Phyllis Diller in 1982.





If I can find one more comedian clinging to a NYC rooftop, my week will be made.

Me performing last week. Steve's Angie surprised me a few days later with this sketch . I heart it. Thanks Ange.

Reflecting on the past.

As you may know, my mother was a prolific and respected romance novelist, who passed away this summer five years (and six books) after being diagnosed with ovarian cancer. Today, many of the novelists she knew and blogged with at Word Wenches wrote a special "fairy godmother" post for my Delia. I couldn't read it without crying, but I bet you can. Check it out here.

Related: My mother's final book, finished in March and published in October, has been nominated for RT's Best British Isles-Set Historical Romance.

Oh hey, hi -- today I'm over here doing my thang at Belabumbum.

More news and links v. shortly...

- s

Happy Hanukkah!

The oil lasted eight days!

Woo!

Ya, the lamps stayed lit. Kinda a crap miracle, compared with immaculate virgin birth, but whaddya gonna do?

Above: Delish homemade gingerbread menorahs, dreidels and such by Anne B.

Cordelia Evelyn Holland

8 lbs. 6 oz. 21 in.

Call her Delia.

Call me thrilled, exhausted, temporarily and occasionally doped up.

My mother died in June. Her final novel (pictured) came out today from Avon books. I wrote about it, and her, on Word Wenches right here.

Sometimes I forget far flung friends and family read this and not everyone knows or cares about everything in my life. Anyway, in case you do care, October 22, my brother is playing Carnegie Hall.

You can't get tickets, because they entirely sold out in 90 minutes.

Neat huh? If I can still heft myself out the door, I've been secured a comp and I'm going, even if I need to be rolled there.

Image: 1908, people flooding into Carnegie Hall for a Republican Convention. My bro's show will be more fun than that.

This movie I am in is available now on DVD. Also on iTunes and Time Warner on demand. The widget will tell you mucho more...

A star-studded movie I'm in comes to DVD 9/8/09. Now you know. Also, it's super cheap on Amazon, you cheapskates, so buy it already. Note to family across the salty pond: This won't play in yer UK machines -- rats! My college pal ex-pat friend Lara tells me most UK DVD players are now multi-region, so you can play this in UK too. Huzzah!

Today is the first day of the rest of your life, but it's also the last day to vote for my SXSW Panel!

I haven't been great about getting out the vote for this panel. Frankly, due to the work I'll be talking about, I haven't had time. And the panelists I've already lined up (with more to come) are also too busy/too important to do the same.

They say the vote is only 30% and I sure hope our lack of campaigning doesn't nix our chances.

I'm passionate about the topic -- working for online at a TV network. And I also loved SXSW, but found many of the best sounding panels were a bore because the moderators were highly qualified on paper but either shy, or didn't have a sense of how to make them entertaining for an audience.

I know I could put on a brilliantly rollicking panel about cheese or mating habits of the box turtle -- heck I've hosted odder than that. But with this, even better -- I've written and produced for on-air, off-air, online. I've appeared on-air, online, magazines, etc. But I do love the web best. And it dawned on me recently that I am an expert. I've 14 years experience working online for all kinds of sites, but tons for TV online. Just because you email or watch videos online doesn't mean you know what flies on the web or how best to hawk it. But we've all been through fire hammering out and testing what works, seeing the turnaround, knowing what has failed... the whole sheebang.

Sure, I don't know the answers to the questions I'm raising -- what is the future of TV and online entertainment -- and doubt anyone in the world does. But we might figure a thing or two out. And it'll be hella fun.

Anywho, last year I went to SXSWi for the first time as an awards finalist. For next year, I've already booked my trip and my SXSW badge. I'm going again no matter what. I know better what I can and want to get out of it. Plus, my man's best friend from chidhood in the UK just moved his tenure from U of Mich. to U of Texas in Austin -- so double score.

So if my panel is picked, great. And if it's not, I vow I'm going off the grid -- and will put on this event in some fabulous flophouse or similarly groovy Austin venue.

So, in short, pick me! Or don't. Either way it's going to be a darn good time.