For those of you who have been celebrating Hanukkah I hope it has been wonderful so far and for those celebrating Christmas, Kwanza or some other holiday that I don't know about I hope it is all fabulous. I know that 2008 has been a challenge for a lot of people but maybe we can take this time to regroup, take note of what we have to be thankful for and prepare our minds and our souls for the job of making 2009 a better time for all of us.
And if all that isn't enough to cheer you then you can always watch Matt Harding, the carefree Australian guy who on a whim decided to engage the entire world in his silly dance. I posted this back in July but it's worth a repeat. I honestly can't think of a better way to spread cheer during the holidays.
Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) from Matthew Harding on Vimeo.
Once again, happy holidays and thank you for supporting my Sophie!
Kyra Davis
Bestselling Author of:
SEX, MURDER AND A DOUBLE LATTE,
PASSION, BETRAYAL AND KILLER HIGHLIGHTS,
OBSESSION, DECEIT AND REALLY DARK CHOCOLATE
and
SO MUCH FOR MY HAPPY ENDING
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Snarky? Yes, But It Has To Be Said.
Today while getting a mani/pedi I got to listen in as the couple to my right (also getting a pedicure) talked about the preparations they were making in anticipation for their first child.
So here's the man, his pants pulled up to his knees while his feet soaked in the salon's special foot-bath, chit-chatting with the woman who was painting the toes of his 4-month-pregnant-wife. Fine, no biggie, men in LA get pedicures all the time so that in and of itself didn't faze me. Besides I heard him and his wife talking about their union, AFTRA, which means that they're actors and we all know that actors like to have cute feet.
In fact I didn't really give them much thought until I heard their pedicurist ask what they would name the child now that they knew it was going to be a girl.
"Everest," the wife said, without a moment's hesitation. I did a quick double take, hoping to catch her winking in jest or SOMETHING. I just needed some sign that they weren't really going to do that to their little girl. But it was clear from the woman's expression that she was completely serious.
"And we've picked out a middle name too," her husband chimed in. "It's going to be Luna! Everest Luna, isn't that beautiful?"
You know what? It's not beautiful. I realize that maybe a name like Everest Luna may not sound all that unusual in a city where celebrities like to give their kids names like Apple and Bronx but what if their little girl grows up and does something radical like, I don't know, LEAVE CALIFORNIA? How do you think the people of Milwaukee are going to receive someone named Everest Luna? Not to mention all the high school boys who are going to taunt her by asking how many guys have been able to climb on top of Mt. Everest. I honestly do think that a guy might be able to carry off a name like Everest. And a girl could carry off a name like Luna. But Everest Luna? Really?
I haven't heard anything that distressing since I was introduced to Warlord Walker in San Francisco. Although I did get to talk to some guy named Lucifer when I lived in New York but that seemed oddly appropriate. I mean, doesn't it just seem right that Lucifer would be living in New York working as a bouncer at a cheesy night club? If I was Lucifer that's exactly what I'd be doing.
I wonder what Everest Luna will end up doing with her life. Will she be a doctor? Lawyer? Astronaut? Maybe a rock-climbing instructor?
Maybe she'll become an actor like her parents. And if she becomes famous people all over the world will start naming their little girls Everest Luna.
Wouldn't that be a kick?
Kyra Davis
Bestselling Author of:
SEX, MURDER AND A DOUBLE LATTE,
PASSION, BETRAYAL AND KILLER HIGHLIGHTS,
OBSESSION, DECEIT AND REALLY DARK CHOCOLATE
and
SO MUCH FOR MY HAPPY ENDING
So here's the man, his pants pulled up to his knees while his feet soaked in the salon's special foot-bath, chit-chatting with the woman who was painting the toes of his 4-month-pregnant-wife. Fine, no biggie, men in LA get pedicures all the time so that in and of itself didn't faze me. Besides I heard him and his wife talking about their union, AFTRA, which means that they're actors and we all know that actors like to have cute feet.
In fact I didn't really give them much thought until I heard their pedicurist ask what they would name the child now that they knew it was going to be a girl.
"Everest," the wife said, without a moment's hesitation. I did a quick double take, hoping to catch her winking in jest or SOMETHING. I just needed some sign that they weren't really going to do that to their little girl. But it was clear from the woman's expression that she was completely serious.
"And we've picked out a middle name too," her husband chimed in. "It's going to be Luna! Everest Luna, isn't that beautiful?"
You know what? It's not beautiful. I realize that maybe a name like Everest Luna may not sound all that unusual in a city where celebrities like to give their kids names like Apple and Bronx but what if their little girl grows up and does something radical like, I don't know, LEAVE CALIFORNIA? How do you think the people of Milwaukee are going to receive someone named Everest Luna? Not to mention all the high school boys who are going to taunt her by asking how many guys have been able to climb on top of Mt. Everest. I honestly do think that a guy might be able to carry off a name like Everest. And a girl could carry off a name like Luna. But Everest Luna? Really?
I haven't heard anything that distressing since I was introduced to Warlord Walker in San Francisco. Although I did get to talk to some guy named Lucifer when I lived in New York but that seemed oddly appropriate. I mean, doesn't it just seem right that Lucifer would be living in New York working as a bouncer at a cheesy night club? If I was Lucifer that's exactly what I'd be doing.
I wonder what Everest Luna will end up doing with her life. Will she be a doctor? Lawyer? Astronaut? Maybe a rock-climbing instructor?
Maybe she'll become an actor like her parents. And if she becomes famous people all over the world will start naming their little girls Everest Luna.
Wouldn't that be a kick?
Kyra Davis
Bestselling Author of:
SEX, MURDER AND A DOUBLE LATTE,
PASSION, BETRAYAL AND KILLER HIGHLIGHTS,
OBSESSION, DECEIT AND REALLY DARK CHOCOLATE
and
SO MUCH FOR MY HAPPY ENDING
Friday, December 12, 2008
The Time Everyone Forgot
Before I get into the main topic of this post I just have to tell you one quick, totally unrelated thing. In my last blog I said that in LA I can finally wear the clothes that I used to worry were a bit too tight or revealing. This is because the wardrobe of so many women here make what I used to consider tight and revealing look down right modest. My exact words were: As long as I'm not wearing hot pants and a corset-top I'm good! Well last night I was at a red carpet event and there, standing near the VIP section, was a woman wearing hot pants and a corset top. I do love it when other people prove my points
But that's not what I'm here to write about. My 9 year old wrote a poem that I wanted to share. For it to make sense I should let you know that the Tertiary period is the period of time that occurred between the extinction of the dinosaurs and the appearance of modern man. My son, the budding paleontologist, feels that because of the lack of behemoth monsters like the T-rex and the aggressive and often destructive people of our own species the Tertiary would have been a rather quite time in our earth's history. So without further ado, here's the poem:
The time everyone forgot
No one remembers the tertiary
No one remembers the leaping lizard
No one remembers the squeaking lemurs
No one remembers the slithering snakes
No one remembers the squawking birds
No one recalls the cool breeze
No one recalls the rustling leaves
No one remembers the sound of silence
Oh the world was so peaceful at the time no one remembers
For me, this isn't just a wonderful poem, it is a victory. Not too long ago I wrote a post explaining how my son has had some health problems, neurological issues to be more specific. One of the manifestations of his condition is his difficulty in organizing his thoughts, particularly in writing. He is amazingly intelligent but with increasing frequency he found himself unable to convey his ideas in a cohesive manner. With the help of doctors we have been experimenting with different treatments and let me tell you something, nothing is worse than "experimenting" with your kid's health. But you do what you have to do and now it finally feels like we've hit a major turning point. There have been so many improvements in the last few weeks in regards to ALL of his symptoms that I couldn't even begin to list them here. And yes, I know our struggles are not over. I know that when he hits puberty we will have to reevaluate the medication and its dosage and even now I have to carefully monitor him for side effects and other new and unforeseen problems
But this poem...this poem was written totally by him without my help and it is completely cohesive. This poem represents everything that we're doing right. This poem is the reason I feel so amazingly optimistic about our future. This poem is our victory. This poem is hope.
Kyra Davis
Bestselling Author of:
SEX, MURDER AND A DOUBLE LATTE,
PASSION, BETRAYAL AND KILLER HIGHLIGHTS,
OBSESSION, DECEIT AND REALLY DARK CHOCOLATE
and
SO MUCH FOR MY HAPPY ENDING
But that's not what I'm here to write about. My 9 year old wrote a poem that I wanted to share. For it to make sense I should let you know that the Tertiary period is the period of time that occurred between the extinction of the dinosaurs and the appearance of modern man. My son, the budding paleontologist, feels that because of the lack of behemoth monsters like the T-rex and the aggressive and often destructive people of our own species the Tertiary would have been a rather quite time in our earth's history. So without further ado, here's the poem:
The time everyone forgot
No one remembers the tertiary
No one remembers the leaping lizard
No one remembers the squeaking lemurs
No one remembers the slithering snakes
No one remembers the squawking birds
No one recalls the cool breeze
No one recalls the rustling leaves
No one remembers the sound of silence
Oh the world was so peaceful at the time no one remembers
For me, this isn't just a wonderful poem, it is a victory. Not too long ago I wrote a post explaining how my son has had some health problems, neurological issues to be more specific. One of the manifestations of his condition is his difficulty in organizing his thoughts, particularly in writing. He is amazingly intelligent but with increasing frequency he found himself unable to convey his ideas in a cohesive manner. With the help of doctors we have been experimenting with different treatments and let me tell you something, nothing is worse than "experimenting" with your kid's health. But you do what you have to do and now it finally feels like we've hit a major turning point. There have been so many improvements in the last few weeks in regards to ALL of his symptoms that I couldn't even begin to list them here. And yes, I know our struggles are not over. I know that when he hits puberty we will have to reevaluate the medication and its dosage and even now I have to carefully monitor him for side effects and other new and unforeseen problems
But this poem...this poem was written totally by him without my help and it is completely cohesive. This poem represents everything that we're doing right. This poem is the reason I feel so amazingly optimistic about our future. This poem is our victory. This poem is hope.
Kyra Davis
Bestselling Author of:
SEX, MURDER AND A DOUBLE LATTE,
PASSION, BETRAYAL AND KILLER HIGHLIGHTS,
OBSESSION, DECEIT AND REALLY DARK CHOCOLATE
and
SO MUCH FOR MY HAPPY ENDING
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Free At Last!
I’ve written a few blogs recently in which I comment on the LA women who use their boobs as marketing tools for their career. Some of you have interpreted my remarks as criticisms. Far from it. I’m actually extremely grateful for these ladies. They have solved a life long problem for me.
Ever since puberty I have found that the clothes that draw attention to my best feature (my small waist) also draw a bit too much attention to my boobs. I’m not small up there so if I wear a tight shirt that cinches my waist or a v-neck wrap dress that ties at the waist I look…well, kinda Pamela Andersonish. I’ve always been a little embarrassed about that, literally fretting about whether it would be okay to wear this or that outfit or if it invited too much unwanted attention or accusations of promiscuity.
I don’t have to worry about ANY of that anymore! The borderline dresses and tops that I used to fret over are, in this town, down-right conservative. For the first time in my life I can wear what I want to wear without worrying about looking like a brazen hussy. I don’t even have to worry about those annoying strips of double-sided tape that I used to plaster all over my necklines in hopes of keeping them from revealing too much. As long as I’m not wearing hot pants with a corset top I’m good! I feel free!
So if you are one of the women who live in LA who believe that clothes can never be too tight or too low…well all I can say is you go girl! As far as I’m concerned we’ve got a good symbiosis thing going on here. My job is to defend your right to wear whatever the hell you want (and I always will) and your job is to make me look classy.
It’s a win-win.
Kyra Davis
Bestselling Author of:
SEX, MURDER AND A DOUBLE LATTE,
PASSION, BETRAYAL AND KILLER HIGHLIGHTS,
OBSESSION, DECEIT AND REALLY DARK CHOCOLATE
and
SO MUCH FOR MY HAPPY ENDING
Ever since puberty I have found that the clothes that draw attention to my best feature (my small waist) also draw a bit too much attention to my boobs. I’m not small up there so if I wear a tight shirt that cinches my waist or a v-neck wrap dress that ties at the waist I look…well, kinda Pamela Andersonish. I’ve always been a little embarrassed about that, literally fretting about whether it would be okay to wear this or that outfit or if it invited too much unwanted attention or accusations of promiscuity.
I don’t have to worry about ANY of that anymore! The borderline dresses and tops that I used to fret over are, in this town, down-right conservative. For the first time in my life I can wear what I want to wear without worrying about looking like a brazen hussy. I don’t even have to worry about those annoying strips of double-sided tape that I used to plaster all over my necklines in hopes of keeping them from revealing too much. As long as I’m not wearing hot pants with a corset top I’m good! I feel free!
So if you are one of the women who live in LA who believe that clothes can never be too tight or too low…well all I can say is you go girl! As far as I’m concerned we’ve got a good symbiosis thing going on here. My job is to defend your right to wear whatever the hell you want (and I always will) and your job is to make me look classy.
It’s a win-win.
Kyra Davis
Bestselling Author of:
SEX, MURDER AND A DOUBLE LATTE,
PASSION, BETRAYAL AND KILLER HIGHLIGHTS,
OBSESSION, DECEIT AND REALLY DARK CHOCOLATE
and
SO MUCH FOR MY HAPPY ENDING
Monday, December 01, 2008
Give The Gift Of Sophie...She's Cheap!
In the last two weeks I’ve gotten a small handful of emails from readers asking if and how they can get a personalized autographed book of mine to give as a gift for the holidays. The first person who emailed me told me she wanted to put together a chocolate lover's gift basket for her chocoholic sister complete with chocolate bars, chocolate scented candles and yes, a signed copy of Obsession, Deceit and Really Dark Chocolate. I thought that was a cute idea. But when I got another email from someone who wanted to give a signed copy of Sex, Murder and a Double Latte as a gift to her daughter who is a “big fan” and another email from someone who wanted to give an autographed edition of Passion, Betrayal and Killer Highlights to their friend Cheryl-the-hairstylist I thought, OH MY GOD! I’VE ACHIEVED THE ULTIMATE SUCCESS! I’M A GIFT ITEM!
But when I started to think about it I realized that maybe my sparkling prose aren’t the reason that my books have made it to a few of your holiday shopping lists. Maybe a couple of you have come to the conclusion that a personalized autographed book is one of the few non-homemade presents under fifteen dollars that might actually elicit a surprised and happy smile from the receiver. In other words, I am the literary equivalent of a cheap date.
And you know what? I don’t care! Yes, my books are still selling but let’s face it: the economy is in the toilet, my son has medical expenses and I’m living in one of the world’s most expensive cities. So whatever your reason is for wanting to buy a Sophie novel it is fine by me. As far as I'm concerned you can use Sex, Murder and a Double Latte as a booster seat for your toddler. Really, I'm cool with it.
Anyway, if there are others out there who want to give the gift of Sophie (or make a present of So Much For My Happy Ending ) I would be glad to autograph it and write a little personal note of greeting to your friend, family member, and/or co-worker.
Just email me at kyra.davis@kyradavis.com and I’ll give you the name and phone number of a bookstore that's nearby (for me). Then you can call them up, purchase the book over the phone. I’ll pop in and sign it along with a little note wishing your loved one a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Good Kwanzaa or Joyful Chrismaskah and the book store will ship the book to the address of your choice. Easy peasy.
And yes, I know this is shameless self promotion. I get that. But I live in a city where women are constantly sticking their boobs in people’s faces in hopes that it will give them a leg up in their quest to become the latest reality TV bimbo so in comparison one little opportunistic-blog post doesn’t seem outlandishly inappropriate.
And did I mention that I live in one of the most expensive cities in the world?
Kyra Davis
Bestselling Author of:
SEX, MURDER AND A DOUBLE LATTE,
PASSION, BETRAYAL AND KILLER HIGHLIGHTS,
OBSESSION, DECEIT AND REALLY DARK CHOCOLATE
and
SO MUCH FOR MY HAPPY ENDING
But when I started to think about it I realized that maybe my sparkling prose aren’t the reason that my books have made it to a few of your holiday shopping lists. Maybe a couple of you have come to the conclusion that a personalized autographed book is one of the few non-homemade presents under fifteen dollars that might actually elicit a surprised and happy smile from the receiver. In other words, I am the literary equivalent of a cheap date.
And you know what? I don’t care! Yes, my books are still selling but let’s face it: the economy is in the toilet, my son has medical expenses and I’m living in one of the world’s most expensive cities. So whatever your reason is for wanting to buy a Sophie novel it is fine by me. As far as I'm concerned you can use Sex, Murder and a Double Latte as a booster seat for your toddler. Really, I'm cool with it.
Anyway, if there are others out there who want to give the gift of Sophie (or make a present of So Much For My Happy Ending ) I would be glad to autograph it and write a little personal note of greeting to your friend, family member, and/or co-worker.
Just email me at kyra.davis@kyradavis.com and I’ll give you the name and phone number of a bookstore that's nearby (for me). Then you can call them up, purchase the book over the phone. I’ll pop in and sign it along with a little note wishing your loved one a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Good Kwanzaa or Joyful Chrismaskah and the book store will ship the book to the address of your choice. Easy peasy.
And yes, I know this is shameless self promotion. I get that. But I live in a city where women are constantly sticking their boobs in people’s faces in hopes that it will give them a leg up in their quest to become the latest reality TV bimbo so in comparison one little opportunistic-blog post doesn’t seem outlandishly inappropriate.
And did I mention that I live in one of the most expensive cities in the world?
Kyra Davis
Bestselling Author of:
SEX, MURDER AND A DOUBLE LATTE,
PASSION, BETRAYAL AND KILLER HIGHLIGHTS,
OBSESSION, DECEIT AND REALLY DARK CHOCOLATE
and
SO MUCH FOR MY HAPPY ENDING
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