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  1. Hello There, February

    Tuesday, January 30, 2018


    💖 Hello February! 

    Yes I know, it means another rent envelope and phone calls telling me I’m behind on Con Edison, Optimum, Verizon, etc., etc.  BUT it also means:


    Hector Luis’ “Laffin’ Matterz”


    and it also means:


    Papa Guyo’s “Days of Wild”


    I am glad to be part of both.  And they are both free! 


    Hector’s show is a TV taping at MNN Studio in Manhattan.  So you are the 
    live studio audience and very appreciated. 


    Papa Guyo’s show is the live music of “Days of Wild.”  I’m the guest 
    comedian who will perform during the musicians’ break.  The music is truly fantastic.  They always play my favorite Sly and the Family Stone songs.  People tend to get up and dance in the aisles.  It’s a City Island happening.


    There are two Mondays off from the job in February.  I appreciate that.  
    I need it.


    And yes, there is Valentine’s Day.


    My first Valentine was my darling mother.  She brought home fun colorful 
    papers and white lacy doily paper, and we sat down to make cards as she explained the holiday to me.  I don’t recall any date ever measuring up to the wonderful feeling of making crafts with my mother.  





    As an adult, the best Valentine’s Day I had was in my early twenties when 
    my Valentine date was me.  I dressed up and took myself to the Village.  I stopped and looked in store windows and in stores without having to consult with or be controlled or judged by anyone.  That stood out to me as something to treasure about being single.  I went to a place where performers took the stage.  I sat at the bar.  The bartender was a tall handsome gay man.  He smiled at me and he said, “Oooh, you look so Valentine-y!”  His comment felt so pure and made me smile.  Several decades later, I still remember.


    My most hurtful Valentine’s Day was, well, it is for another blog.  I don’t 
    want to re-live it now. 









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  2. A World of Creatives Out There

    Tuesday, January 23, 2018












    Every so often, I like to dedicate my blog to giving shout-outs to many 
    other creative people I am fortunate to know.

    I’m in this “cult classic” Hectic Knife which was fun to do.  If this type of film appeals to you, here it is:




    A writing friend hustles to survive like I do, so if you or someone you know can use her services (I hear she’s good at what she does), please contact her and tell her Mindy sent you.  No, I don’t get a commission, but would just like her to know if you heard of her from me.  She does offices, homes, computer clutter, etc.

    Susan Weiman
    hands-on organizing 
    for efficiency and productivity




    In recent years, I’ve been very happy working with Richard Hart for 
    photos.  He’s never made me feel uncomfortable.  Sometimes, we’ve met in a park in Manhattan, and the last time was in his studio in Queens.  Many of you have liked my pics, so I’d like to share his info.  And again, I’d appreciate if you let him know you heard of him from me.  Again, no commission, just a show of my gratitude.  His email:  shootnyc@me.com

    Some of the pics he’s taken of me (some are touched up, some not):

     
        

        
           
       

     























    Not his fault that I gained weight.  LOL


    My friend Ken Machlin has two fun books out.  He’s actually the son of a 
    woman I worked with, Sue Machlin, who was one of the angels in my life.  Ken’s books:


    and:



    Lauren Mayer, an on-line friend, puts out a song a week satirizing our 
    insane political situation.  On youtube, she is Psycho SuperMom 




    A good man named Ted has a bicycle shop where repairs are made, parts 
    replaced, aside from new bikes that are sold.



    Jodi Maestas Carothers and her husband Josh Carothers wrote a 
    children’s book which is for adults as well, “You the Magician.”



    The Divorced Divas of Comedy are available for parties, especially divorce 
    parties!  Can be 2, 3, or 4 Divas, customized to your budget.



    or simply contact me:  mindyinthebronx@gmail.com
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  3. One way or another, we made it through the holidays and survived 2017.
    Grateful to be here. 


    I am happy to be part of the Twisted Lipstick Comedy Show in Brooklyn on January 12, 2018.  It’s a very, very, funny line-up.  Now would be a good time to order your tickets on Eventbrite which means a bargain price.  Please mention my name when you do.




    I’m off from work for this week.  It is nice to sleep as much as I want and 
    not wake to an alarm.  I had a bunch of dreams, or one long one -- can’t tell. 

    My darling Luigi (my canine son who is in Heaven) appeared several times.  
    There were many scenes and people that are fuzzy in my memory.  I’m pretty sure my son and ex appeared.  What I remember more clearly was a scene where I was sitting on a step somewhere sort of outdoors and sort of indoors like a train station or something.  A man, who I may have not known at all or was slightly familiar with, sat down also and was trying to get with me.  It was all about him and his desires and how beautiful he found me, etc., etc.  It didn’t feel good.  Just as I often have felt in awake life, I began to feel punished by his desire.  He turned to face me and kept on talking without even trying to gauge if I wanted to be spoken to.  I responded to my discomfort/fear by getting up, saying, “I’m not comfortable.  You are too aggressive.  I don’t like this.”  And, I walked away.  He shouted out an apology as I left.


    As many of you know, I have been proud of my twelve and a half years of 
    being in my penis-free zone (3 of those years were while the ex was still in my apartment giving me little choice but to totally cut him off).  The dream gave me some confidence that I will walk away from bad.  I’ve known men who say, “I’m not a bad guy.”  What a selling point.  I can’t remember ever describing myself by saying, “I’m not a bad woman.”  If the best thing one can say about himself is that he isn’t bad, that’s bad.  And since there is soooo much bad out there, some disguised as good for a while as I’ve learned the hard way, it has just felt much safer and saner to stay away.  Since I’ve divorced, the few men I’ve felt attracted to over the years are married.  After my initial disappointment, I’d eventually thank God for not letting me have what I had thought I wanted.  What I needed was a lot of recovery and learning time.  That is what I got.

    You can't always get what you want
    You can't always get what you want
    You can't always get what you want
    But if you try sometimes, yeah
    You might find you get what you need! 



    Speaking of the era of the Rolling Stones, the videos of the last episode 
    of the What Were the ‘60s Really Like? show is on you tube.  Below is part 2 where I read my 3-minute slice of memoir from that time of my life.  I set it to start right at my part if you aren’t into seeing more.


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    Oh, I forgot to mention, my button’s bigger than your button.


    Here’s hoping we survive 2018 and the cheeto’s button.


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