Denise Talbott, adult services librarian of the akron_summit county public library, deserves applause for all of the work she did to set up accommodations at the green library for my book chat there. imagine driving up to the library and seeing 'dr. audrey lavin' in flashing lights. i thought i was in vegas for a while!
on Friday, March 29th, 2013, 12:30-1:50 p.m.
at Case Western Reserve University
Clark 309, 11130 Bellflower Rd.
2. Thursday, March 28th
Dana Ward at Case Western Reserve University
Guilford Parlor, 11112 Bellflower Rd.
for those of you still ending submissions to the LITTLE magazine on the blog, thank you, but i have closed the journal. i loved publishing it, but i am not looking for a full-time job, which is what i was getting into. i did tell mrs. kurtz i would give her a plug (when i thought i was going to publish some of her work), so try reading The Way It Was, Recollections of the Life and Times of an Opinionated Granny, a memoir by Olga B. Kurtz
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the LITTLE magazine on the blog
september 2012 issue, please scroll down
trying to transfer submitted and accepted cartoon here. any ides? SCROLL DOWN FOR L>L> COOL J AND MOREby Joel Rosenblum,
Title and quotes from the LL Cool J song
In my 70s, when I gave up being a blond, who fooled no one, I found that as a graying granny I was still considered attractive—especially to 80-year old men. Although some charms remained, they remained well outside the demographics of the typical rap star groupie.
This is perhaps why L.L. Cool J. seemed startled when I approached him in Atlanta’s Hartsfield International Airport. I probably had “little old lady in tennis shoes” written all over me, even though those tennis shoes were my daring, bright red Mephistos. He easily one-upped me with his “Purple Devils” by New Balance. But I didn’t have to look at those shoes to recognize that the big, handsome stranger had mega-star written all over him!
At first, I didn’t know which mega-star he was, but anyone being followed at a discreet distance by two burly body-guards as flash-bulbs went off around him had to be someone important. This tall, handsome stranger radiated presence that went beyond his massive gold chains. Crowds parted as he strode with purposeful abandonment through his Red Sea. He knew he was “the leader of the show” and dressed the part, wearing a warm-up suit, not any warm-suit, but rather one made on Saville Row---if Saville Row made warm-ups.
He took it for granted that I knew who he was. I should have: even at that time, he had been a star for more than 15 years. He had made ten albums and was constantly featured in Upscale, Source, Jet, Ebony, YourTV, and other magazines that, unfortunately, aren’t any of the academic journals that I read! So I played it safe. Not being at all sure which mega-star I was introducing myself to and thinking it a tad rude to ask (“I know that you’re famous, but really, who are you?”), I addressed him as “Sir” during the beginning of our airport interlude.
“Sir” might seem a bit formal for a brief encounter, but hey, if I had recognized him and quoted “LL this” and “LL that,” It might have been a bit too much. When I did figure out who he was, I didn’t become much more intimate in the name-game. – Hey, Mr. Cool j? Mr. J? “Sir” worked just fine.
Knowing that everyone is interested in my grandchildren, I told Sir Cool J that I was en route from Washington where I had just given $50 to my granddaughter Abby because her paycheck was late and she was out of money. My problem was, I explained to LL, that the gift left me without anything to give my grandson Austin who had been with us, not broke, it was true, but still a deserving grandchild. “Don’t you agree with me,” I asked Sir LL. “Shouldn’t I send Austin an equalizing amount?”
I’m not 100% sure that LL Cool J was fascinated by this conversation, but cool was his name and cool were his actions. With that mega-smile that still ensures his mega-stardom, Sir Cool J asked if I had any money on me at all. I took out a crumpled $5.00 bill. He flourished his pen, scrawled his signature across the bill and returned it to me. “Send Austin this. It’ll be worth more than the $50 to him, and I’ll have saved you some money, too.”
In one spontaneous act of kindness with “the words of the master…the professor, the teacher, the hi-hop dean” LL had equalized my gifts to my grandchildren -- $5.00 to be framed was as good as $50 when needed – and had done wonders for my reputation within the family as a cool grandmother!
The demographics of LL Cool J’s fan clubs changed in that
few minutes it took him to smooth the bill and write his name. I became and remain a groupie of “the kind of the sound. LL Cool J, the baddest around.”
by audrey lavin, canton oh
From a narrow trail among aspens
I scan the distant snowy peaks;
turn to find a curious moose scrutinizing me.
He ponders assailing this puny human
with his armament of magnificent antlers
that could easily toss me into the treetops.
Not worth the effort, he concludes,
and trots off across the meadow.
published in 2012 in "Naturally Inspied: Poems of the Great Outdoors,"copyright by Erica Stux, Los Angeles, CA
heading for home on our summer vacation,
we congratulated ourselves all the way;
The pictures we have are the loveliest ever,
to bring back the mem'ries on some future day.
No double exposures, no off-center landmarks,
no blurs on the prints caused by unsteady hands.
Not one out-of-focus, or marred by poor lighting --
We bought all of them at the souvenir stands.
published in 1969 in "Jelly--Laughs and Chuckle--Lets," copyright by Erica H. Stux, Los Angeles CA
NB: please send your submissions to 'the little magazine' to audrey lavin at email@example.com
Sent: 8/27/2012 1:02:41 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time
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I am happy that you loved the Anatsui show as much as I do. One probably needs to call him a genius, having invented a new way of making art and then having discovered how to evoke so many different forms, colors, moods, associations from the same material. Who knew bottle caps could be as versatile as paint? m/kahane, director akron museum of art
Just read your blog and wanted to acknowledge our appreciation for sharing your experience with your followers. It’s a fun blog and Gravity and Grace truly is an amazing show…breathtaking, inspiring, mesmerizing – every superlative you can think of. e.w. director,akron museum of art
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