blog news, travel, videos, YouTube

A video about where I’ve been, and where I’m going…

I’ve got a lot to do today, so instead of writing a post for this blog, I made a YouTube video. This is so my followers on YouTube can get an update. I usually make music videos, and I haven’t been able to do that for a few weeks because of my vacation and subsequent sickness.

I’m also updating my travel blog, and that takes time… and then I need to vacuum and walk the dogs. The dogs didn’t get their walk yesterday due to my illness and the crappy weather. Hopefully, they’ll get a walk today. It’s Thursday, which means I have to do my most hated chore.

I do feel somewhat better, although I had a violent coughing fit that caused me to throw up last night. One of my ears is blocked right now, but the other one just opened up and gave me some relief. I hate being sick, but I feel like I might be done with this particular virus pretty soon. I’m sure I’ll still be coughing, though.

Last night, I booked us a few nights at a beautiful luxurious Swiss hotel at the end of November. The occasion is our 24th wedding anniversary, which we will have to celebrate late, because Bill has a business trip on the actual day. It also happens to be Thanksgiving weekend. Historically, I liked to celebrate Thanksgiving with my family, but these days, I’m glad to be in Europe.

Today’s offerings…

Anyway, that’s what’s up for today. I invite you to check out the travel blog, if you like. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll write something more substantial for this blog.

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book reviews, celebrities, fashion

A review of Paulina Porizkova’s novel, A Model Summer…

Happy hump day, y’all. Last night, while I endlessly hacked and hocked, trying to recover from this virus, I finally managed to finish reading retired supermodel Paulina Porizkova’s 2007 novel, A Model Summer. Today, I’m going to offer a review, even though this book has been around for almost 20 years.

I picked up A Model Summer in December 2022, which was when I read Porizkova’s memoir, No Filter: The Good, the Bad, and the Beautiful. Porizkova charmed me when she served as a judge on America’s Next Top Model for three cycles. I definitely preferred her to Tyra Banks, and I knew she had an interesting life story. That’s why I wanted to read her memoir.

Coincidentally, Paulina Porizkova has been in the news recently for lamenting about how difficult it is for older women to find dates. 🤨 She claims she became “invisible” after she turned 58, even though she’s still gorgeous. Paulina did eventually find a new man, having divorced the late rock star Ric Ocasek; she and her second husband, Jeff Greenstein, married in Italy this past July.

I already liked Paulina Porizkova before I read her life story. After reading her memoir, I liked her even more. So, although I don’t read very much fiction these days, I decided to download Paulina’s novel. It’s taken me almost four years to finally get around to reading it, which is not a reflection of her writing skills as much as it is my preference for non-fiction.

The plot

It’s June 1980, and 15 year old Jirina Radovanovicova, a Swedish girl of Czechoslovakian descent, is on her way to Paris, France. Jirina and her equally young companion, Britta, have been discovered and plucked from their mundane lives in Sweden. With glamorous dreams of fame and fortune, the two girls are about to embark on a journey into the world of fashion.

The adolescent pair plan to spend the summer in Paris, trying their luck at modeling. They will be exposed to the harsh realities of the business, as well as the rewards that make the dream so tantalizing to so many young people. They will be forced to grow up much sooner than they should, as they encounter drugs, alcohol, perverted old men, and cut-throat competition.

A Model Summer is written in the historical present tense, with Jirina as the protagonist. Although the story starts out with Jirina traveling with Britta, Britta turns out to be a very temporary presence in the story. This is Jirina’s story as a model in the early 80s, and that is when the story is set.

Jirina has been raised by her single mom, a woman with a revolving cast of boyfriends who serve as “uncles” to Jirina and her younger sister, seven year old Kristynka. Jirina’s mother is very narcissistic and immature, which means that Jirina has had to raise her sister. It’s hard on Jirina to move away from the girl, but this is her big chance to forge a better life. Jirina’s mother doesn’t make any money, and is basically a loser. Jirina wants more.

Blessed with a keen intellect to go with her exotic looks and extreme youth, Jirina seems like a natural for the fashion industry. But, from the moment of her arrival in France, Jirina learns that she will have to earn her spot, and pay her dues in ways that seem unthinkable for such a young girl. Will she be able to make it as a model in Paris?

My thoughts

It’s pretty obvious that A Model Summer is highly influenced by Paulina Porizkova’s own life story. In 2007, perhaps that was not as obvious as it is in 2026, after Paulina published her memoir. If I had picked up this novel when it was first published, maybe it would have seem more far-fetched than it does to me in 2026.

In 2007, I didn’t know anything about models or the fashion industry, but Tyra Banks, as obnoxious as she is, changed that with her reality show, America’s Next Top Model. No, I don’t think ANTM really represented what modeling is like, but watching that show did introduce me to basic concepts in that field. Then I read more about it on my own, by reading books by people in the industry. I may not know that much about fashion or modeling, but I do know that it’s not nearly as glamorous as people think it is.

In 1980, Paulina Porizkova was, herself, a 15 year old girl, embarking on a career as a fashion model. Although Jirina is Swedish born to Czech parents, Paulina was born in what is now the Czech Republic. She spent her earliest years living with her grandmother behind the Iron Curtain, separated from her parents, who had defected to the West after the Soviet Union invaded in 1968. In 1974, Paulina moved to Sweden, and her parents promptly divorced.

I know from reading Paulina’s memoir that she suffered a lot of bullying in Sweden. While it’s hard to fathom the idea of mean kids in a country known for its benevolence and emphasis on social justice, the truth is, there are mean people everywhere. Paulina Porizkova stood out like a sore thumb. She wasn’t blonde, and she came from what was then a communist country. In A Model Summer, Jirina is called “communist cow”. I’m sure Paulina was called that, or something similar.

Paulina Porizkova has publicly maligned the modeling industry and the job, as a whole. She has flat out stated that modeling “sucks”, and that she did it strictly for the money. She has said that it was something she happened to be good at, not an actual passion of hers.

I think that opinion colored the way Paulina created Jirina, by making her older and wiser than her years. Jirina reads Kafka, and listens to classical music. She fools men into thinking she’s much older than she is, although some of them clearly don’t care that she’s a child.

Within weeks of arriving in Paris, Jirina is going off the deep end, trying drugs and alcohol and losing her virginity. Somehow she manages to give a director a blow job, so she can score a lucrative job, even though she’s only recently become sexually active. Maybe this is how things really happen in the fashion industry, but it seems a little contrived to me, especially in such a short time frame.

I’ve noticed other readers commenting on how Jirina doesn’t come across as a 15 year old, but more like a woman in her 30s or 40s. I concur with that observation. I have known some very intelligent and well-read teenagers, but it seems a bit much to package Jirina as extremely beautiful and seemingly also a genius. On the other hand, it does keep the story interesting. Maybe it would have worked better if Jirina had told the story as an adult. I know some kids are “old souls”, but the character of Jirina comes across as an unrealistically “old soul”.

I did appreciate how Paulina Porizkova mostly maintained the reality of how the world was in 1980. She refers to paying for things in French francs, not euros. She writes of Czechoslovakia, not the Czech Republic or Czechia. By 2007, those things had changed. In 2026, they have long since changed! How time flies!

I don’t speak French, but there is a fair amount of French included in this book. Another reviewer, who claimed to know French, mentioned that a lot of Paulina’s French language use is incorrect and needs editing. I can’t confirm that myself, but thought it was worth mentioning for my French speaking friends and readers.

I also hated the ending. It’s ambiguous, and left me with questions. I was actually confused when I reached the end of the book, so much so that I consulted AI to see how it ended. I thought maybe I missed something. That didn’t leave me with a good impression, although Paulina might have thought the uncertain ending might be considered edgy. Personally, I found it very annoying.

Overall

Since I had already read Paulina Porizkova’s memoir before I read her novel, I know that A Model Summer is loosely based on her own experiences as a model coming of age in the 1980s. If I had read A Model Summer when it was first published, I might not have had that insight about Porizkova’s personal history, which I do think is important when reading this book. I suspect most people who have already read A Model Summer did not have the insight provided by knowing something about Porizkova’s life story.

Paulina’s personal story is fascinating. She’s also a pretty good writer. The “chick lit” style she uses is easy to read and entertaining. There are even a few funny moments in the book, which I appreciated, given the prevalence of heavier subject matter in the story. However, I think Paulina should have stuck to writing the truth about her life, rather than writing a novel based on her life. Either that, or perhaps she could have made Jirina seem more like a teenager than a middle aged woman in a teen’s body. Her maturity level is too high to be believed, even for someone who is also very intelligent and well read.

My rating

On a scale of 1 to 5 stars, I’d give A Model Summer 3.5 stars. I mostly enjoyed reading this novel, but I really hated the way it ended, and I found Jirina a bit unbelievable. I did, however, get a kick out of the acknowledgments. Paulina thanked her late ex husband, Ric Ocasek, calling him “her love”, reminding everyone how long ago 2007 was.

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complaints, healthcare, rants

On the slow road to recovery… 🤨

Greetings, blog fans. It’s Tuesday morning, and I’m still struggling with this highly annoying respiratory virus/cold. I do feel somewhat better today than I felt yesterday, but that might be because I’m not dealing with medicine head grogginess, like I was yesterday.

Yesterday, after I wrote my two blog posts, I walked the dogs. While I was walking them, I started coughing uncontrollably, and ended up getting a big wad of snot on my freshly washed shirt. In the midst of that, I felt like I was either going to vomit or pass out. I was really worried I might puke as I approached our house, but I was also struggling to catch my breath as I continued to hack away.

I probably should be more careful about avoiding these kinds of illnesses. It takes me forever to get over these things, in part because I have cough variant asthma. So even after the worst of the sickness is done, I end up coughing my ass off for weeks. 🤬 Granted, I didn’t start feeling ill until last Thursday… which pretty much confirms to me that I picked up this germ on the way back to Wiesbaden on Tuesday.

Trying to go to sleep is especially annoying, because when I lie down, the gunk shifts and causes noisy, productive coughing fits. It’s just gross.

I don’t feel quite so tired today, though. Maybe I’m on the mend, even though I’m a little bit hoarse from all the coughing and throat clearing.

I guess I can be grateful, too, because this sickness is distracting me from the epic sick shitshow that is happening in the United States right now. Bill and I just sent our ballots to Texas express mail last week. You bet your asses we voted straight BLUE. Fuck Donald Trump, and every single one of the morons who support him.

I don’t have much to add to this post right now. I want to practice guitar and banjo, walk the dogs, and finish reading Paulina Porizkova’s novel, A Model Summer, so I can review it and move on to one of the many new books that are making headlines right now. I have a queue of them, waiting to be read. But I did want to write something, even if it’s a boring post about my minor ailment.

So… if you have a spare good vibe to share, please send it my way, so I can get over this viral mess and get on with my life. I’m tired of thinking and writing about this roadblock to normalcy. I love traveling, but I seem to get sick every time I venture out. Maybe I need more vitamins, and a face mask habit.

As it is, we definitely need more Bronchipret, even though it tastes like salad dressing… It does, at least, taste better than most US made cough syrups. It probably works better, too.

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Drugs, first world problems, healthcare

Yes, I’m on drugs… why do you ask? 🤒

Good morning, blog fans. It’s about 9:00 AM, and I have some writing to do. But I’m struggling to stay awake, because last night, I took the last two Advil PMs in an old bottle we had. I wanted to get a good night’s sleep, since I’ve been sick since Thursday. I made some recovery progress overnight before Sunday morning, and I wanted to continue to progress for today. I’ve got shit to do, and this cold is cramping my style.

Last night I felt a lot better than I did on Saturday night. My ribs finally stopped hurting and I was coughing somewhat less. My nose stopped running. I do still have an annoying productive cough, and sometimes the fits are violent and obnoxious. But I was legitimately feeling like I was on the mend. My fever was down, and I even got out of bed to hang my new art and newly framed art.

When it was bedtime, I decided to set myself up for success. I took some Bronchipret, which is a German herbal medicine intended to quiet coughing. I first saw it advertised on YouTube, and although I hate to encourage YouTube ads, I have to admit it’s a good product.

I had Bill get me some Bronchipret for an earlier sickness, and then when Bill got sick over the summer, it came in handy for him and was recommended by an actual physician. So, although Bronchipret tastes weirdly like a sweet salad dressing (one of the main ingredients is thyme), I’ve been using it for this sickness.

I looked to see if Bronchipret is available in the States. It’s not, but I did see some similar looking products offered, as well as a sinus product made by the same people who make Bronchipret.

I also took a Tagamet, because I had heartburn and indigestion. I often have that, but it seems like it’s worse when I have a cold. Tagamet is good for squashing indigestion.

Then, to help me sleep, and relieve aches and pains, I decided to take Advil PM. But since there were two tablets in the bottle, I decided to take them both, so I could open a new bottle. One Advil PM is customarily enough for mild aches and pains, and to get rest. Two will usually put me out cold.

Advil PM is usually great for helping me sleep, but I still had trouble nodding off, because of the coughing, and because I’ve been reading a rather interesting book that’s been hard to put down. I finally quit reading at about midnight, knowing that Bill would be getting up at 5:00 AM.

Sure enough, I soon fell asleep, and woke up at about 5:30 AM. I had breakfast with Bill, but by the time I was done eating, I realized I was still tired. So I went back to bed, but continued trying to read the book… and then I went back to sleep and dreamt we moved back to Georgia. So, my morning has gotten off to a weird start, and I’m a bit behind on my usual routine.

One thing I did find interesting, before I drifted off to sleep last night, was that my high school is basically unrecognizable now. I looked it up, because I looked up someone else’s high school, and wanted to compare it to mine. I knew the old place had gotten a massive overhaul/renovation in the past year or so, but it really looks different, now. I guess it’s a good thing I have no reason to go back to Gloucester again.

While I was looking at the new version of my old high school, I suddenly had this rush of old memories of my days there, back in the mid to late 1980s. It honestly doesn’t seem like that was so long ago, but it really has been ages. So many of my peers are already grandparents.

Speaking of… yesterday was Bill’s eldest grandchild’s 9th birthday. I usually send a gift, but it slipped my mind. We did get something for the occasion in Czechia, though, and it will soon be on its way in a box full of goodies from our trip. It’s fun being a “pseudo granny”.

Bill will be late getting home tonight, because he’s got another conference, and afterwards, he’s going to sit through an online class through the Jung Institute. He says he plans to watch it from his car. He sure is dedicated. I respect that.

Anyway… I want to write more about our trip, so I’ll stop here. I hope your Monday is healthy, and you aren’t getting off to a late start. Days like today always throw everything off kilter. But at least I got a good sleep out of it.

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bad TV, Netflix, Reality TV

A snotty Saturday spent watching Wonka…

Thank God it’s Sunday. I don’t usually say that, but today I’m saying it, because yesterday was pretty icky. Even though I managed to write two blog posts yesterday, both of which require(d) some editing, I spent a good part of the day in bed, coughing, wheezing, and running a low grade fever.

While I was in the throes of whatever this sickness is, I decided I’d had enough watching YouTube and its endless barrage of lame ads in German. I went on Netflix, and soon found myself sucked into a pretty terrible game/reality show called Wonka’s The Golden Ticket.

Wonka’s The Golden Ticket is based on Roald Dahl’s novel Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and the 1971 film Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory. This show features guest appearances by Nick Cannon, Howie Mandel, and Wayne Brady, as well as an AI generated version of Gene Wilder’s voice and Rusty Goffe, one of original Oompa Loompas. Goffe’s son, Ben, is also a cast member. He said that he started his career with the Willy Wonka movie, and is now ending it with the Willy Wonka reality show. Talk about leaving on a low point.

Just about all of the contestants were annoying and contrived… but I watched it all, anyway.

According to Wikipedia, it was filmed on the Gold Coast of Australia, with additional filming done in Sydney. Gene Wilder’s estate gave permission for his AI generated voice to be used, and was involved in the creation of this hot mess of a series.

I never read Dahl’s novel, and I didn’t see the movie until about ten years ago, when I got bored one day and streamed it on Netflix. Once I watched the movie, a lot of cultural references I’ve heard over the years suddenly made more sense to me.

Even though the very first episode of the Netflix show made me groan, I ended up binge watching most of the series yesterday. Maybe I did it because I’m a masochist, and it wasn’t enough that I was coughing, sneezing, gasping, peeing, and spitting up mucus all day. At the beginning of the first episode, I was getting that bad feeling that overtakes you when you’re getting drawn into a trainwreck of a show. But I wanted to see who got eliminated, which meant I had to start the next episode.

Wonka’s The Golden Ticket begins with twelve “lucky” people who have gotten a “golden ticket”. They all bring partners of various relationships. There are a couple of parent/child partnerships, a boyfriend and girlfriend, a grandfather and grandson, co-workers, brothers, and best friends. The cast is racially and economically diverse. Everybody has a backstory. The whole thing seems scripted and contrived, with some players more suited to acting than others.

The players are invited on a tour of the factory, which they must survive. Of course, only one contestant will make it to the end of the tour, as the others will get eliminated. The grand prize was $3 million paid out over 30 years at $100,000 per year. Maybe, after taxes, that amount of money will keep the winner in gas and food.

Wonka’s The Golden Ticket involves a lot of candy themed physical and mental tests, most of which were based on the movie. There was a chocolate river, lickable wallpaper, good eggs and bad eggs, gumballs, and gobstoppers. The special effects were interesting, and the CGI animation and AI were helpful in creating the illusion. However, it seemed like the series went on forever, and watching it got really tiresome. Some of the contestants were extremely annoying, too… I’m thinking of Kayla and Ziad. Based on the reviews I’ve read, I wasn’t the only one who thought they were irritating.

Some of the show’s special features seemed ripped off from Squid Game or even Solitary, which was a pretty awesome show that aired on the old Fox Reality channel. I did enjoy the first few seasons of Solitary, but after about the third cohort, that show also grew tiresome and unwatchable. I think the Wonka cast should have been smaller.

I watched the last episode this morning, having forgotten many of the people who were on the show, even though I watched them all yesterday. Maybe that’s part of this sickness, or maybe it was just because I just didn’t care about the players. The winner was winsome enough, but just about everything the players said and did felt really scripted. I know reality TV is scripted, but it’s not supposed to feel so obvious.

Kellye Cash, who was Miss Tennessee and went on to win Miss America in 1987, and is also the grand niece of the late Johnny Cash, was there with her daughter, Tatum, who was Miss Virginia in 2021. They were sort of interesting. I actually remember when Kellye won her crown. It was when I liked watching beauty pageants. I seem to remember her doing a TV ad in the 80s, too, but I don’t remember what product she was shilling.

Anyway… I don’t mind a little trashy TV sometimes, or even bad reality TV. Maybe my defenses were down because of this virus, and the fever it brought on. My fever seems to be gone today, and I’m feeling somewhat better. I’m not quite 100 percent, though, and it’s kind of rainy and chilly today, anyway. So, after I write a new installment for my travel blog, I’ll probably go back to bed. Being sick is the pits!

Oh… and I think using an AI version of Gene Wilder’s voice was pretty crappy. It added little to the show, and seemed to cheapen the memory of the film. I hope there won’t be another season of this… but I guess time will tell. Reality TV, like Trump, has really worn out its welcome, in my opinion.

Well… at least I got some use out of my Netflix subscription. I almost never use it, even though I pay for it every month. Maybe today, I’ll find something more worth my time, since I’m not coughing and sniffling so much. There’s no need to keep punishing myself.

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