Meanwhile, Back At The Nestbox: aka The Den of Sexual Iniquity, And What Goes On Round Here, Complete With Eggs.Sam Seder Cancelled By Idiot Green....

Just to get it out of the way before I'm off to my usual...whatever it is I do with all of this time that seems to fall away....I want everyone to know that the Air America email system goes by a pattern of first initial and last name followed by @AirAmerica.com , so the new programmer, David Bernstein, can be reached at dbernstein@airamerica.com . Feel free to write to whoever you want to over there and let them know how you feel about the new "programming" decisions....I expect that we soon will be seeing audio home shopping, 6-10 hours of Thommm Hartmannn (smart but boring!) and a little Randi Rhodes on the side just to mix it up, then another 4-8 hour block of The Mark Green Show....
Haven't we suffered enough? We're fighting for our lives here, people!
I would love to be wrong about this, but every turn has uncovered another dark revelation about this deal ...I'm already disappointed beyond reason...and the whole thing is indicative of what was the problem in the first place, which is this idea of following old programming plans and trying to make the thing profitable in a certain time frame...a time frame that isn't even supported by the old fashioned ideas of programming that they are using....WTF?? Pick something and stay with it, guys! Well, apparently the thing that they are picking is gonna be mediocre. I keep hearing this thing repeated on the internet that the Greens and/or programmer wanted something of less substance in Sam's time slot. Well, that indicates to me right away that these guys definitely never listened to Maron. If its less substance that they want, Maron's hilarious, densely empathetic, heavily political, and painfully personal, radio work would never make it....oh wait...it already worked in a morning slot! Ratings were going up on that day that they pulled the plug the first time!















I guess that it comes down to dollars and cents, and a certain inability to hire someone without making him stab his old friend in the back and shows an extreme misunderstanding of what they've got. I think that the stab-your-friend-in-the-back tactic is the divide and conquer thing that certain folks do to feel powerful. This is all very bad news for the liberal voice....understand that these people have billions of dollars and that if they were doing any of this out of support of the liberal voice or even in a way that wasn't what I consider to be the sorta corporate bankruptcy court raiding that is a little slimy, they wouldn't be handling things this way.
I'm sure Ill have more on this in the days to come, but Im gonna be finishing up with AAR as Sammy's show ends on Friday April 13th...a night when I will be going to see Marc Maron, Janeane Garalfolo and Henry Rollins perform their show at the Gramercy Theater in NYC.
What better way to go out?...I just hope that Sammy and crew show up...especially Pashman, who has to answer for the curse before he goes off to ruin Laura Flanders' show!
And what could it possibly be that Green has for that slot that is gonna be so exciting and pleasing to us die hards? I keep remembering when we were supposed to be pleased that Jerry Springer was coming on-board.....in the ashes of the brilliant Unfiltered. Oh my God. What a nightmare....And Mom saying that she sorta liked Jerry as a political talker....which, fits his demographic. she also listens to the CSPAN call in show.
And when Maron covered Springer's slot, some months back, I went on the blog and immediately got in a fight with his bloggers and his producer (also Springer's long time best friend...eeekkk...what does that tell you? was it Gene?...ah, memories)...we were too quick and snarky for the somnambulist crowd over there...




So, the state of liberal Radio aside, its egg coloring day and Ben is sick, so I'm contemplating cutting Will's hair and watching the nest box anxiously....what else is there...what goes on...See the photo essay accompanying this article for a taste of this day in the woods.



And then further meantime, the young lovers of the Yellow-side-green-cheeked conure world are getting busy in some way in there...very much roosting together all the time on a hollow in the bedding. Todd says, (in response to my silly questions,) that they could just be roosting because they've decided to make it their bedroom, or she could be ready to lay some eggs. Its hard to tell, but I am ever hopeful that I will see something when I can peek. They hardly come out and I don't want to open it when they're in there, lest they get nervous and not lay or kill the eggs in trying to hide them.

I've been reading quite a bit about the effort to save the Blue-throat Macaw which is a huge bird, and so all of my nest box info right now comes from an extremely wild, extremely large bird. I cant find my conure book because I decided recently in all my cleaning and purging, that I want to keep my bird library separate from any possible purge, so I would put them all together in a really logical place...which of course escapes me now. FUCK! (To which, Mr. Aggressively Anti-tech Todd said, " Well, you've got the internet available to you, don't you?"...as if I maybe should not be bothering him with this nonsense....and of course I'm hormonally compromised right now, so I'm overreacting to everything....)
The end of the story is that its a wait and see game, because once you've got the basics down its individual.
These birds (Rosie and Ben,) love eachother so much that its touching. He lords over her (and tries to fight everyone else, really,) but is sweet and gentle with her. I guess that if I can't find a guy like him, its probably best to stay single....I'd probably kick his ass anyway because I'm steeped in this human raised consciousness of my Mom in the 60's. No boy lords over me like that....But maybe if someone was actually nice and not an idiot it would be OK to let him feel like he was some of the time....? Who knows? I'm definitely not good at this crap, and tend to keep relationships short and to the point. I guess Ill outgrow that someday when I'm more free and feeling less destroyed by everything thats happened.



So, speaking of relationships and my own lack of ability in that and all, My father was up in Cape Cod this week shooting a documentary about old friend David Caradine (who had been in a movie of my father's back in the bad old days of the late 70's,) who is shooting a feature in Chatham (where my fisherman uncle lives....and coincidentally so does the Caradine uncle who fixes boats, both on the same path and not even knowing the degrees of separation were closer than the freakin small world that this is,) with the likes or Rip Torn, (another old family friend, I guess,) Bruce Dern, (who perhaps wins the most fucked up family prize with his story of having to wear white gloves to dinner every night, in formal dress,...but no, I could outdo him in a second....really....I usually win that hands down...)
Lets see....Mariel Hemingway, John Savage, and ...oh, someone else I'm forgetting, I'm sure. Old salty guys finding themselves on the seaside...you know that movie, right?...Norman Mailer's son is a producer...and he also, coincidentally, went to school with us...damn! What a nightmare of the past crashing round me....just when I'm feeling like myself again for the first time in a long time.
Anyway, I turned down going there. Ive done my time on movie sets and I have too much happening here. That led to a certain amount of consternation with my father...whatever... and then he proceeded to have some sorta huge internal to external bleed and wound up in the Cape Cod hospital in intensive care....and he almost died...very strange and sudden.
So death and life collide again....Luckily,the very wonderful woman who puts up with him, Suzanne, saved his life and oversaw his hospital stay, and he is out today....He had to get blood and has a fever ..and who knows what it really is....I hear the "diverticulitis" diagnosis a little too often when Dr's are treating the older set....watch out for blood thinning vitamins as you age, people! That is my diagnosis.
I cant go on into the details because...well, wait for my book in some 10-20 years, if I'm not in an asylum long before that! More on all that as I can bear it.



















Things are beautiful here....its been cold with snow showers but even as the daffodils all come up and the rain falls...I'm feeling a little positive...I guess....
I feel like Ive got a pretty good footing...or like my meds are working...or something...
And the politics? I'm on top of that too...and whats to say? Its a beautiful thing...and horrifying too. I feel like the little girl in tights sitting in front of the black and white TV during the Watergate trials.





So, in some hope of a little emotional break and going fishing, turning off the computer, looking at the stars and trying to ignore the human devastation all around me, I bought a big fake stone firepit for outside, fancying myself to be an outdoorsgirl and back to thinking...besides, my wireless reaches out there so I could actually write there too...right?...Then I went and bought fancy marshmallow skewers and some garden gnomes...and a couple of comfortable chairs...and I'm back on the hunt for a week in Cape Cod later in the summer...











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Just planning and waiting on the nest box and taking pictures...and now on my way to color eggs and then to old friend Joyce's B'day dinner.....
Happy Birthday Joyce!!