Pamela Ribon

Month: July 2005

  • closure.

    I had only driven through Palm Springs once, since I left it twenty years ago, and that was when I was moving to Los Angeles, the Meat of Cheese sitting by my side. I remember feeling nervous as I drove through it, and I called home to tell Dad I was driving though the place…

  • random.

    random.

    die fraulein est strangen! There is nothing cuter than a box of these arriving at your doorstep. Inside each copy is a postcard with an ad for German coffee. I can’t read a word of my book, but I love it. [db] In my own personal battle of Depp V. Chocolate, it’s as if chocolate…

  • counter-point.

    [readermail] Dear Pam, I read with interest your entry on sports bras for the, um, chestally blessed on Friday. I found it very entertaining, despite screaming at the computer, “Pam, Oprah is not the boss of you!” But more disappointing than that was the fact that you neglected what might be the most interesting aspect…

  • Bounce With Me, Bounce With Me.

    I bought an Enell Sports Bra, because Oprah told me to. It arrived yesterday afternoon, and despite all better judgment, I decided to give it a test run. Literally. It’s not a pretty bra, but with a little imagination, you can pretend you’re into some weird bondage stuff with it, because… well, because I’m pretty…

  • zenophobia

    I met a man over the weekend who lives in a Zen Buddhist retreat. I think he’s technically a monk. He’s the kind of guy who had major life changes and then moved away, found inner peace, and now lives off of next to nothing in a remote, self-containing, life-affirming, meditation-and-chanting sort of way. In…

  • japanese fan mail is awesome!

    [readermail] from: ヤマモト ケニー subject: jhnnydepp Q&A Hay!! I have a q for you. what type is johnnydepp’s bloodtype? meybe B? Do you know it ? Plese teach me! Save the earth [/readermail]

  • push up your glasses.

    It’s been very hard to keep cool when working with all these writers who’ve done things I admire. It’s happened at all three of these last jobs, where I’m sitting, chatting with someone, and part of my brain will suddenly realize he wrote an episode of television that became a memorable Thanksgiving, or he created…