I Like Weehawken in June



How about you?

Sunny Days, Chasing the Clouds Away

Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!

I got a job doing V/O for a cartoon that will air on Sesame Street next season.

I auditioned on my MacBook using standard software in the early hours, pressed record between the barks of the neighbor's dog and figured out how to convert the files to the right format.

I won't give away the premise of the piece, but trust me, it's fun and I was desperate to get it, especially because the company producing it is just too cool, doing incredibly slick and smart children's entertainment for on-air, online and more.

I love technology because it has allowed me to work from home and now allows me to snag highly exciting gigs outta the home, from home. Lemme tell ya, working from home is no party -- you work harder to prove you aren't eating bon-bons and napping all day. And I'm not working from home because I'm an anti-social shut-in. Far from it.

But if I must leave the house, it should only be for an opportunity to wear long gloves, perform in a boa, or drink frozen things on a verdant rooftop.

Don't you agree?

Today

I was on the radio, whoa oh oh oh on the radio.

Just like I toldja I'd be. Here's proof:



That's a sexy Sirius visitor name tag I'm wearing.

The show was beamed out of Cousin Brucie's studio.

And ya, I even saw Howard Stern walking the hallways. He looks good. A bit like a lurching coat rack with a perm. But good.

Excitement!

Night internet.

xo,

me

This MONDAY = This Felber on Radio

I'm co-hosting Freewheelin' with Chris T. on Sirius 147 starting at 11AM.

This is a great show... hopefully will remain so when I come on board for one day only.

Three hours of me on the radio -- why that's more fun than a barrel full of monkeys, which, ya know, doesn't sound like much full at all. There's a reason people get kegs and chips rather than barrels and primates.

Anyway, be there!

Image: Me as a guest on this show over a year ago.... and as you can tell, I've got a face made for radio.

I mainly took kid photos for my mother the romance novelist, as she begged for them almost daily. It didn't matter that she saw my boy at least every two weeks -- she checked my flickr page obsessively and regularly agitated for updates. For her, two days without a grandchild fix was a lifetime.

She died one year ago today. The yahrzeit has been burning next to the sink on a little plate since last night., in the same way and same place they'd burn in our kitchen for both sets of my grandparents. I told my brother that I didn't know exactly why I felt I had to do up the yahrzeit. He said, "Because you need juice glasses?"

(Dear non-Jew, this is hilarious, trust me on this)

I miss her terribly, but I forced myself to stop feeling sorry for myself after my large rump ran the Revlon 5k. I simply wish she had made it to meet the #00BFFF-eyed one you see above.

(Dear non-web nerds, this is clever, trust me on this)

But honestly, ever since I lost my target audience, I don't take nearly enough pictures of the new one. This one, from Monday, is for you, mom.

Apart from a perfect baby, a very imperfect year. But big changes coming. Finally. Thankfully. My mother said, "Not to worry, it will all work out." I'm amazed and grateful beyond words that she was right.

I'm ready to grow again, leaning towards the light.

Happy Memorial Day, me.

My pal Bob Shea is so fun. He has a series of 20 photos on his author fan page called "Midnight Picnic." He describes it thusly, "I kept finding the remains of a trashed party behind my house each morning. So I set up a camera."

I made the animated gif from the set for fun, but you will miss so much if you don't check out the whole series here. Love how he went the extra mile with the teacups and flowers.

When yer done, become a fan of his books (or as they now say, "like" his books) here on Facebook, because he is worthy and good and funny and all.

www.artistsinthekitchen.org

My brother Michael created this massive art spectacular from soup to nuts. Lots of free performance, parties and... art! If in NYC this weekend, don't miss it. See the website for a map and all details. I'm really proud of him for making this, his dream, a reality.

I'm quoted in this excellent piece by Carolyn Castiglia about what Mother's Day is like when you don't have your mom:

When Mother's Day Becomes Mourner's Day

I especially like it because I spend roughly 99% of my time trying to just get on with things and not complain or over share and put on a good face. Especially hard because my mother was the one I kvetched to, and she to me. So even a small quote in an article like this makes me feel like I'm not alone and I've a valid venue to be legitimately, gloriously miserable.

Image: Kind of random, but then again, she seems sad. As you would be if you were alone in a field with only celery for company.

I've written about the bad Web design play-buttons-on-noses phenom. Now, the trend seems to be play buttons on faces.

Check out this screen grab from [redacted major news organization]... can they be serious?

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.