Liza Minnelli This & Liza Minnelli That
Liza Chimes In
My choice for the title of this blog comes from the fertile mind of a friend who prefers – for a cornucopia of reasons – anonymity. It is a euphemism for “Blah, Blah, Blah”, those relatively meaningless conversations held over five dollar lattes and ten buck cosmos. They are mostly, but not always, Sturgeonesque. It is my hope that the content of my personal “Liza Minnelli This and Liza Minnelli That” blog somehow reveals itself as 90% of the 10%, but honestly…I’m neither that hopeful nor (quite) that egotistical.
Since these words are merely baby steps in what I hope in time to be an elephantine side-project, I have literally no idea what will be leaking from my ears, nor from which one. Whatever subject matter I find interesting will be fodder, whether it presents itself to me in my daily doings, or – more likely – when it pops unannounced from a pocket in my mind of a jacket I’ve misplaced in a closet I’ve forgotten I owned.
I’ve included a link for readers’ comments; I hope – if sufficiently moved, titillated, educated, or pissed off – you’ll take the time to let me know what you’re thinking. Maybe I’ll censor it, maybe I won’t. I may respond, I may not. Sometimes you’ll be right in disagreeing with me and I’ll have learned something – for me – new. I hope so. It is one of the ironies of life that the older we get the more there is to learn.
My Bubbie and Zaida had a wooden plaque on the wall of their basement rec room back when I was prepubescent; it said: “Ve Get Too Soon Oldt Und Too Late Schmardt”! I understood it, but I didn’t believe it. Now, more than a half century later, I believe it. I’m both older and dumber than I ever was.