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I am doing some television work in Los Angeles this week…and I miss my Sweet Piglet Husband and my babies. I want to be home in my own cozy bed — watching old “Young Ones” videos and reading the excellent … Continue reading →

Try as I might, I cannot seem to listen to this song without weeping at its haunting beauty. I have come to know that in music lies my religion — and listening to it, for me, is like touching the … Continue reading →

So, yesterday, August 19th, 2004… Google finally went public. John Kerry FINALLY publically called George W. Bush the fuck OUT on his shit. Sixteen year old American gymnast Carly Patterson won the individual all-around gold medal at the 2004 Olympic … Continue reading →

From amazon.com: “Brought to the kitchen table by Hip Mama managing director Bee Lavender and editor Maia Rossini, Mamaphonic collects confessions and conversations about the exhilarating, entertaining, and difficult aspects of remaining creative while raising children. Essays range from the … Continue reading →

I will be on location in San Francisco for the next few days on a shoot for Disney, immediately followed by the gala screening of our new film in Los Anheles on Thursday night. If I wasn’t such a pathetic … Continue reading →

Post your favorite picture of your Mommy: Alexandria, at age 25

One quick question for my homies: Does anyone have the link to the website that was big a few months ago…the one that had a picture of an American soldier and two Iraqi boys holding a sign whose wordage could … Continue reading →

Mother of God. Without fucking question, I just laid eyes on the first African-American president of the United States. Mark my words, kids. What we just saw…is the future. In years to come, this night — this amazingly eloquent and … Continue reading →

Sing with the family: “Olympia… Won’t you hang me from your grapevine? Buzz my name across your telephone line? Aren’t I worthy of your rumors? Didn’t I make the scene? When I hear you speak of others I’m filled with … Continue reading →