Friendship Friday Gift Guide

I hate shopping. Well, I hate being around sales people, and other people, and… well usually I know what I want and I go right for the thing.


Sometimes I experience something wonderful, like at Saks or at Rubenstein’s . Any high-end place that does it right by giving me samples and champagne. But really, anytime I go to a big chain store or even the grocery store, I want out! I certainly don’t want to cook a huge holiday meal for more than 6 people. Isn’t that what a caterer is for?


I don’t understand people who line up at electronics stores and whatnot when the sale prices are not really that great, or gear up like it is an exciting outing. A holiday tradition? Yesh!


So I thought I’d throw together a list on my friends who make or sell cool stuff and places I buy from. I’m sure I’ve missed a lot, but this is a good broad list of everything from music to jewelry to neckties to art.

Stick it to the man this season. Keep it independent!


Edith Lebeau (original paintings and portrait commissions)

Hyperclash (clothing, lifestyle gifts, and art)

Blood Milk Jewels (I need more of this stuff)

WolfChild (cool graphic tees)

The Cotton Candy Machine (books, prints, toys, and original art)

Maybe Mars (Chinese psych rock and the most punk thing going on)

SassyFrass (upcycled jewelry)

Tim Frick Guitars (because a custom guitar sounds awesome)

RTD Design Collective (classes, jewelry, accessories and more)

Dionysus Records (exotica, garage rock, and punk reissues)

Derf Backderf (graphic novels you’ll dig)

Marianne Angeli Rodriguez (art things for your walls)

Camille Rose Garcia (the fairy tale books, yes)

Beessential Personal Care Products (I like the shampoo)

Bent Crayon (curated source for psych, electronic, experimental releases)

Babooshka Boutique (for the goth girl in your life)

Cyberoptix (for the dapper man in your life)

LittleRobot (amazing art prints)

The Brilliant Magpie (prints and tiny originals for only $5 !)

Scottesque (been saving up for one of these tartans, I’ve had my eyes on them for like, 6 months)

Now that was easy. Go on, have a drink!



A Book Party in Dublin + A Lesson in Healthcare

We really didn’t want to come back, nine days in Dublin wasn’t enough. The book party and other press events my husband did went over really great. Even our new favorite Dublin chef and one of our cab drivers bought books on the spot! And for those that had missed the party, my husband even arranged to meet people for coffee to sign/sell them books. He’s all about customer service. We had some stressful issues going on during the trip like a medical emergency and having our money cut-off, but we still managed to have a lot of fun. I think it’s a good sign when you do things that aren’t at all in the vein of a vacation and still really like a city. The post office, the bank, the hospital. Adult stuff.


Our last trip to Ireland was in 2011 and a lot of things have gotten better it seems. We stayed this time at Albany House which gave us an amazing suite, was in the middle of everything, and didn’t up-charge during the web conference going on like so many other hotels who now got in trouble for doing so. It was right across the street from a few nightclub which made people watching quite amazing! I’ve never seen girls in short skirts and no underwear crying so much and falling down. So much black mascara. We were told that was normal for a Tuesday night. But, speaking of the web conference, I saw lots of poor souls off to team building exercises and panels with matching shirts that say, “178% faster loading” or “Ask me how to auto-enhance your Adwords” Also, do people still use/buy banner ads?! Because that seems super 1999 to me.

While standing in St. Michan’s graveyard where Bram Stoker’s mother is buried, I had a conversation with a retired priest about burial practices in New Orleans, a conversation with an American priest who lived in Bejing and would see punk shows there, and listened to the amazing tour guide and crypt keeper go on a tear about how the Rock Hall in Cleveland sucks because Todd Rundgren isn’t in it. My husband touched the finger of an 800 year-old crusader mummy for good luck, and we got to see the burial and death mask of Wolfe Tone.


I learned you should always look put together when leaving to go out in public, even to the record store, because you might run into “Lord Baelish” — he is a lot taller and handsome in person than I imagined. He looks so short on The Wire!

An American told me that Dublin sort of sucks because there is, “No culture. All people do is go to the pub, eat, and see gigs” and I’m like… this is a problem? This is all I’ve done for 20 years + art shows, across multiple US cities! Yes Dublin was sort of lacking in real art galleries, but there was plenty else to do it seemed. A couple of gigs at Whelan’s, I got a tattoo, Ben had a mini birthday party with cake at Dice Bar, and I probably would have done a lot more had it not been for some of my health issues that came up. There were other things I noticed this time around that I hadn’t on my last trip. The parents who discipline their children in public no matter how young; in the US they let them run wild while muttering “quit it”. The lack of sports jerseys worn by grown men — even at a pub during a huge match. The overall fashion is less casual and men’s suits actually fit them properly! No pajama bottoms or yoga pants in public, except in front of the needle exchange.


A lot of a restaurants we steered toward were doing a bit of a New Orleans theme, though some may not have totally realized it. My new favorite place is Porndog, Catch 22 had blue cheese grits with their fish (omg), the cocktail speakeasy VCC was great, and I even found a coffee shop that is the Dublin equivalent of Hivolt in New Orleans! Honestly, I didn’t get to a lot of places on my list because our credit card got hacked on day 3 and we then just started eating takeaway and late night pizza or burgers. For the record Rick’s is like eating at In-N-Out in Los Angeles and that’s right up my alley.

The big experience for me was when I ended up needing to see a doctor and then had to go to the public hospital. Something had gone horribly wrong with my leg where fluid was starting collect in new places. Not only was there a clinic two blocks from me where I paid $60 to see someone within an hour, but he gave me a letter to take to St. James’s Hospital — where all my care was free. Now, you have to understand, I had gotten used to the bureaucratic and almost glossed over Soviet-like manner in which Cleveland Clinic conducts itself — especially in the ER. Not only did St. James’s not even ask for identification or a passport (they didn’t care), but I had intake, an assigned nurse, x-rays, and blood tests done and was out of there in less than 6 hours! They even give you soup and sandwiches while you wait. I actually would have been out of there in 4 hours had it not been for the blood testing taking a while. The front desk even called me a cab when I was done.

I ended up seeing my new favorite doctor again after my back went out — due to now needing the cane and it screwed me up — and was amazed I could just walk into a pharmacy and get codeine pain meds over the counter. Again, I am used to being carded for buying Sudafed (because you know, I might go make meth) and being carded for nail polish remover. This was like, “oh? your back went out and you are going on a long flight? Here! Would you like a glass of water to take one right now?” I mean, I couldn’t believe it. I had to scream at a nurse to prescribe me Xanax after kidney failure WHILE I WAS IN THE HOSPITAL and she had to get it approved in case I became an addict, so it’s amazing the difference in how all that is viewed. Then again, the U.S. is the only place where we see direct-to-consumer pharmaceutical commercials. It’s also a place where I DON’T get carded for buying bullets for 3 different types of guns. It’s funny because everyone in Ireland complains about their system and how much it sucks, but I have to tell you, it was more efficient than the supposed bestest place for medical care ever in the universe, and more to the point, it was free to a non-citizen like myself.

By the way, I’ve been back in the U.S. for a week and I am still waiting to see my surgeon! I had a nice argument with 3 different people there and his office; they wanted me to fax my documents from Dublin over to prove I wasn’t lying. And still, no one in this massive organization in this massive department is calling me back. I’ve been a patient there for over 5 years and I can’t get anyone to see me or schedule an x-ray until Christmas Eve. They actually told me to go to the ER if I was in such a hurry. I’m not kidding.

I feel like I’ve been trapped from moving on and leaving to go to another city because of my health issues and the fact that I was supposedly in the city with the best care. My husband has talked about leaving the U.S. for a long time, and now, it was proved to us that I would actually be ok going anywhere. In the meantime, I have decided at the end of the year I am leaving Cleveland Clinic. My surgeon retires soon, his son will probably not be part of the organization, and frankly I’ve been told many times over to defect and become a patient at the other major hospital system here in town. I don’t care how great your art collection is, or how many new glass buildings or meditation gardens you build on the campus, all while laying off and re-hiring your administrative staff. I can’t get anyone on the phone quickly when things go wrong, because they are to busy vetting my health insurance information. When I spend 40 minutes (yes, I timed it) and get to the point of tears when trying to schedule after care for cancer-related issues that have been a major problem for 5+ years? It’s time to leave.


Artists I’m Liking Right Now: Slices of Everyday Life

Scenes of life and the ages we’ve lived in.

Eugenia Loli





Lucas van Valckenborch




Kerry James Marshall




Marion Peck




Last Portrait Commissions of 2015

A few people have asked me about this already with the holidays approaching (yes I know it isn’t even Halloween!) but I’ll be leaving town for a while and gone most of November, so I thought I’d put an order form for those wanting small commissioned artworks. This can be of a pet or person — so long as good photos are provided — or even a character you love such as this Tank Girl commission I did recently.

If interested, purchase here before November 30th or I won’t have time to create the artwork. These are pre-paid as they are such small sizes, so you must pick your size which ranges 4×6″ to 8×8″ and click Buy (please don’t email or message me).

There’s also a number of other works available direct from me.


This is a new work,  “Juniper” a small oil painting on paper.


New Painting: The Orange Scarf


She’s 8×8 inches, and available here. Just in time for fall, don’t you think?

New Painting: Tank Girl!

Here is a recent little commission of one of my favorite characters, “Tank Girl”. As a teenager I had her style going on a lot of the time, especially when my white mohawk was down. Hell, one time I ran into Tom Petty and he called me Tank Girl! So did Lux Interior, come to think of it!


Tank Girl, 8×8″ oil on paper. I didn’t have any reference for this, just sort of did it from memory of various outfits she had in the comics and added a few of my own elements. Fun to do!

Artists I Like Right Now: September

Adrienne Stein




Miles Aldridge




Adrian Cox




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