My Heaven Revisited

A friend told me a sad but also hilarious story about a woman whose sister died. She dreamt about her beloved sister and in the dream, she knows her sister is gone and instead of asking what it's like on the other side or if her departed sister has any profound advice, she says, "You're dead. Can you walk through that wall?" That's exactly what I would ask. And the best part of the dream is that her sister said, "Yeah! I can walk through walls" and she did just that. What a wonderfully hopeful message.

I'm reprinting my idea of heaven from last year and adding those of some of my friends...

My heaven is Paris. I speak fluent French, smoke like crazy and wear couture that fits like on Anne Hathaway in "The Devil Wears Prada." Gorgeous three-inch heals feel like I'm walking on pillows and I have conversations with all the most interesting people throughout history and into the future so that I begin to understand everything about everything for eternity.

MK: My heaven is a never-ending beach vacation with delicious friends and family, fabulous food (that never gets sandy), endless stimulating and entertaining reading material, perky boobs and flat stomach in my bikini. I can surf with the big boys, my skin never gets damaged by the sun and evenings are full of bonfires and silly music jams around the fire. There, I'm a killer guitar player with a gorgeous voice who always makes everyone laugh and cry with my musical stylings. Every night I swim in the warm ocean, and as the moon shines it's face at me and a big wave crashes over me I understand everything about everything for eternity.

SB: sitting at the top of a mountain on a rock that is molded to my body, enjoying an incredible view and the warm sun penetrating my skin. Of course there would be no worry of wind or sun burn and the sun would never set. I might even have a good book with me.

SD: I guess my heaven would be being able to swim like a fish, breathe underwater, and dance like Fred Astaire, Ginger Rogers and Gene Kelly all rolled into one.

What's your heaven?

Bluff Island Rescue Service

Los Angeles writer, Stephanie Hubbard, came to a book club meeting and delighted us with stories of writing her memoir about growing up in a volatile family. Her ability to draw you into the story of the precocious little girl who sees that she's in a pickle but is also pulled into her family's orbit especially by her bi-polar father who controls his family like a malevolent dictator when he's not charmingly disarming.

Stephanie was shopping the book to publishers just as the country was entering the worst recession since the great depression and the publishing industry was ringing the death knell on its own industry. True to the character we get to know in "Bluff Island," she didn't give up and self-published her memoir.

I loved this book.

http://www.bluffislandrescueservice.com/

Boo!

Dark and Stormy

Cry for Tyler Clementi

Lover Boys

Blade Runner Reboot

An article in the "Los Angeles Times" this week about "rebooting" movies got me thinking. (Rebooting is making the same film with different actors. It's another way for studios to squeeze every bit of life out of a property without coming up with a new idea or fresh screenplay. The script is tweaked and updated but basically it's the same movie.) What would my reboot film be? Don't groan, but my vote is for yet another version of the 1982 classic--and my favorite SciFi movie--"Blade Runner."

But who will play the iconic blade runner Rick Deckard so memorably portrayed with boozy sexiness by Harrison Ford? Or the perfect cold beauty Sean Young's Rachael (no last name necessary because she's a replicant)?

My choices: "Blade Runner: Reboot" starring Daniel Craig and Eva Green who were sexy and watchable in the 007 action-fest "Casino Royale."

Yes?