col’s blog

laurs sent me the huffpo story about david duchovny’s trip to rehab for sex addiction. of course we all wonder if it’s just a well-timed publicity stunt leading up to the new season of californication. and of course we cringe at the predictability of DD getting involved in a sex scandal — he’s always playing some sort of horndog letch. and then of course any person with a brain wonders: does sex addiction even exist? should behavioral issues be treated on the same plane as biochemical addictions to drugs and alcohol? if one considers gambling an addiction, should sex be treated the same way? hmm.

one comment on the huffpo board did catch my attention as to whether the story is even real:

“This is a put-on. Remember that during the Larry Sanders Show, Duchovny played himself having a homosexual crush on Gary Shandling. This is someone very comfortable in his own skin and his own sexuality. And both David and his wife are excellent comedians…they’re just having fun with us. Imagine if he did, indeed, have a sexual addiction…do you think he’d share that with us? I’m sure that he would prefer to go to rehab and claim it was for substance abuse instead. No one goes into rehab for sexual addiction and issues a press release announcing it to the world. Tain’t done. Michael Douglas once went into rehab for substance abuse and complained because some tabloids were declaring it was for sexual addiction. His father said: what are complaining for? You should be proud they’re writing that! Sorry, this whole thing smells. It’s a put-on.”

Regardless I have to laugh at how the network characterized the situation in a press statement: “All of us at Showtime wish David and his family the best during this very private time.”

Ain’t nothin’ private about this, brah! (As I mull some sort of joke involving “privates” …)

The big question we’re left with is which video applies: This or this?

i am certainly not the first to observe that the 70’s are back, but i can’t help but notice it on a daily basis. here’s a shortlist … what else?

Cheech & Chong

Androgyny

Crap economy/high oil prices

Bartering

Green movement

Peace movement

Black Power

SANAFU: Situation abnormal, all fucked up. Or what my name would have been today if I was an anime character.

What a day, what a doggie debacle. My dear pal Spill had offered to help out my fam and take care of my parents’ dog, Duffy, for a week while Dad’s in the hospital and Mom is getting a brief respite from her exhausting life as a caregiver to a very ill person. Spill lives down the street from me here in the West Village and was psyched at the prospect of having a pup around for a bit. (Her own beloved pooch died very recently.)

I was psyched that I could take him for walks and runs along the river and possibly meet some guys (black labs are dude magnets, aren’t they?). Spill had also lived through the grueling long-term illness of her own Mom … so this seemed like a nice thing that she could do to do to help friends (and a pup) in need. Well, we gave it two nights, but Duff wasn’t down with the whole situation. He was totally restless, terrorizing Spill’s cat (odd given the fact that he had grown up with cats) spazzing out non-stop and marking territory, namely by pissing on Spill’s bed.

Clearly it was untenable for him to stay. I live in a very small studio apartment with a cat, so there was no way I could host him here. I called around to places here in the city to see if we could board him but they required papers with proof of inoculation, none of which I had on the ready. My brother gave me the name of a place in NJ where he and his wife boarded their dog a few weeks ago. Thankfully they were less formal with the paperwork and were actually a vet’s office that doubled as a boarding place. The challenge was getting Duff out there on a weeknight. I went to reserve a Zipcar and was shut out because my driver’s license expired on my birthday. Fuck. Spill generously lent me her Lexus SUV. Drives like a dream but of course I was nervous as hell driving it, mindful of the sweetness of the ride and my expired license. I had to leave work earlier than I would have during such a busy time in order to get there before the place closed at 8. Just as I was getting close, around 7PM, the vet called me to say they were out doing a housecall and couldn’t admit Duff until 9 PM.

Fuuuuuuck.

So I drove over to Bro Bri’s to stall for 2 hours. Wouldn’t be a problem except for the fact that Gus (Bri’s dog) and Duff were going apeshit. We were trying to get the Nudger down to sleep and it was a crazy ruckus. Whining, wimpering, bolting and jolting. Ceasar Milan would have had his work cut out for him. The bonus in all of this is that I snuck in a visit with Bri, Ali and Liam, who is now pulling himself up to stand. I even got to give him his bottle tonight.

I finally got Duff over to the vet and was relieved that they took him in spite of my lack of intimacy with the dog (What kind of food does he eat? Dunno. Does he have Flea Guard? Dunno. Does he have a microchip? No idea.). Blasted music on my way back, a sweet mix that K made me for my birthday and this song was my anthem:

An hour and a half later, with guidance from a kind dude in a golf cart who took pity on me with my lame Lexus wandering, I awkwardly navigated my way back to Spill’s parking spot at Pier 40. There I was exhausted, beat down, covered in baby drool and doggie slobber, walking up the West Side Highway late at night with a big frown on my face when some dude in a passing car yelled out the window: “Hey lady, get over it!”

1. Inventing the Movies – According to this guy, George Lucas believes that movie theaters − rather than vanishing on account of all the other media options out there − will become “the cultural center of the future” … the place where people go there to meet people, to hang out, to be entertained. I could totes see that, though I don’t think they will be “movie” theaters anymore. They will be more like “my favorite everything.” (PS: is this post a candidate for “unnecessary” quotation marks? hmmm…..)

2. Summer Streets − Spill, Bri & I met up yesterday morning for an unusual bike ride. For 3 weeks this summer they closed off the central strip of Manhattan to cars (Park Avenue and connecting streets from the Brooklyn Bridge to Central Park). Sat. was the last one. Kinda cool — has the feel of running the marathon but with less people cheering and less pain. We rode up to the park, did the loop and then back down to the W. Village. Fun.

3. Animal House −After bikes I went to the barn with Spill and got to see her beautiful white horse, Katie. As in a real white horse – not a local bar or a euphemism for cocaine. There were lots of dogs there. Then we picked up my parents’ dog, Duffy, and brought him back to the city. Spill’s taking care of him for a spell. He’s a suburban dog, totes unused to so many people and so many other dogs. But he seems to be liking it so far. I tooled around the hood with him for a bit, and even brought him up to meet Aretha. Everything was fine until she started hissing at him and her hair started standing on end. He then bolted at her and a minor scuffle ensued. Nothing serious, tho.

4. Inked! I got a tattoo! It’s tiny. An infinity symbol on my left wrist. Have always wanted one so I figured what the hell − carpe diem − like the title of the new David Byrne and Brian Eno album: Everything That Happens Will Happen Today. the kid who did it was nice, and effusive about how lucky he is to have found his calling. i was jealous.

5. They call this news? Jennifer Anniston and John Mayer: The guy’s a douche and she’s got a masochistic streak. This is an astute summation.