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Believe Me: A Memoir of Love, Death, and Jazz Chickens by Eddie Izzard – review, of sorts

Believe Me: A Memoir of Love, Death, and Jazz ChickensBelieve Me: A Memoir of Love, Death, and Jazz Chickens by Eddie Izzard

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I got an advance read of this through First to Read and I’m happy for the opportunity.

Charming, vulnerable, human, humanitarian. Obviously quite funny, but as with his stand-up comedy, subtle. I think anyone expecting an autobiography of such a complex man… um, transgender…to mimic his standup will be disappointed. It’s a story of a life, and of how Mr. Izzard came to live that life. Continue reading

Do you have a pledge?

We got to see Eddie Izzard at the Majestic Theater in Dallas last week. Izzard is one of the most intelligent and funniest comedians I’ve ever seen (live or otherwise), and we were looking forward to him for months. The acoustics were unfortunately pretty bad in the Majestic and with my hearing being worse than I thought, I only caught about 15% of his show, Force Majeure. Still, I did hear a few off-hand references to one of his iconic shticks: Do you have a flag?

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What, son? … It’s Elementary!

Where to start? Birthday, art, beer … books and Sherlocks galore … just another exciting week. Can there ever be anything else around here?

Drew - 14th birthday largeOur youngest son Drew turned 14 on Wednesday. Just the night before, he was standing next to me in the kitchen and I experienced an optical illusion of my peripheral vision: he seemed to be taller than me!

Okay…it wasn’t an illusion…he really had grown about two inches in the last month. So I am now officially shorter than all of my sons. But you know what? I can still… [say it with me boys…] … take them!

You see, I fully expected oh so long ago that all of my sons would be bigger, faster, stronger, taller, smarter (or some combination of the above) than me. So I prepared for just such an eventuality.

In the old days, circuses would tie a baby elephant’s leg to a stake in the ground (for the record, I dislike the use of animals in circuses, but for the sake of an oft-told story…) That poor baby would strain and strain and never be able to pull the stake out. Later, when he was a much bigger adult, he could probably quite easily pull the stake out, but he never did…because he thought he couldn’t.

Now, when Brandon, Colin, Dylan and Drew were all tiny babies, I would whisper subliminally over and over as they slept, “I can still take you…I can still take you.” And when they were teens, full of testosterone, strength and a need to show the old man that strength if they got mad at me, they would haul back and …

…think, “Nah. He can still take me!”

{None of my sons have ever “hauled back”…that’s just part of the story.}

Anyway, Drew had a great birthday with a bunch of friends at JumpStreet (trampolines), a nice dinner with his family at the restaurant of his choice (Cheddar’s), a Reese’s Fudge cake made with love by Momma, all capped with the awesome movie “The Princess Bride“.

And …

…I didn’t have to “take him”!

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