Pamela Ribon

Year: 2005

  • And Dan says, “What about Breakfast at Tiffany’s?”

    During Christmas and summer breaks all through college, I worked in the house of a former chorus teacher, sorting and organizing his collection of over a hundred thousand vintage opera records. Said job might not have been the most carefree or intellectually stimulating way to spend what was supposed to be a reckless youth, but…

  • From: glark@televisionwithoutpity.com To: pamie@pamie.com Headline

    From: glark@televisionwithoutpity.com To: pamie@pamie.com Headline Fun for Pamie.

  • Listening to Carlos Mencia on

    Listening to Carlos Mencia on Stern. He is the hardest-working man I’ve met in this business. I know everybody’s busy, but I have no idea when Carlos sleeps. He took an early chance on me, and I’m grateful for everything I learned from him.

  • matter and antimatter

    I spent the morning watching What the Bleep Do We Know, a movie with a very silly name, a Yanni-esque website, and a scene with a ridiculous wedding interlude, but a movie that got in my head nonetheless. It attempts to explain quantum physics in the most layman’s terms, relating it to our perception of…

  • go somewhere else for a little while

    Chris’ writing is so intense and perfect it has a smell. I love it.

  • Jessica.

    Let’s see. Bit of a wine headache, little bit groggy, and feeling like I spoke all the words ever invented — must have hung out with Jessica last night. She arrives at my house and it’s like Texas has come for a visit. Always in a patterned skirt/blouse combination absolutely nobody else could pull off.…

  • Half a Tank of Gas

    Yesterday. 7:00am — So. Tired. 9:00am — 10 miles Drive to Hollywood to meet and welcome the new kid. He does not disappoint. I draw a not-to-scale and only slightly inaccurate map of all the Los Angeles he’ll need. [Hey, Eric. Last night I drove through Culver City. It is nowhere near Sherman Oaks. I…

  • 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…