
This gal was rad, getting a Halloween themed tattoo in August.
Also, I just booked a booth at a convention on the east coast for early next year.
Details coming soon!
My Favourite Wallpaper 2011





One of the many reasons I love living in Palm Springs is our connection to Hollywood. Back in the Golden Age of Hollywood, movie stars spent time in the desert because it was just far enough away to feel like they were on vacation, but also close enough to get back to LA if called back to the studio by one of the Hollywood movie bosses. The old studio system of MGM and Warner Brothers kept it's stars under tight control. But I digress....At left is perhaps my all time favorite Palm Springs celebrity photo. This is actress Joan Crawford, with her "lover" Greg Bauzer. What's so great about this photo is that she is wearing a 3/4 length fur coat in Palm Springs. "Beauty suffers" as they say. I wonder just how hot it was that day, but dammit, in the words of Joan Crawford herself: "I never go out of the house without looking like Joan Crawford". and "If you want to see the girl next door, then go next door!". I guess that's what she was thinking when she posed for this photo. Special thanks to the Palm Springs Daily Photo for this great picture of Joan. If you've never seen a Joan Crawford film, do yourself a favor and check out Mildred Pierce.
ASK DR WANGToday is a special double feature edition of "ASK DR WANG". Today's first letter is from a regular reader of this blog, who asked to remain anonymous...
Dear Dr Wang,
I have been struggling with a secret for several years that I have not shared with anyone else. I am at a point where I need some objective advice, and I figure a psychic fish is probably the most objective advice I'm going to find. Ten years ago I gave birth to a daughter and gave her up for adoption. I kept it a complete secret, took some time off in between changing jobs and at the time lived far away from my family. I was young and not prepared to be a mother or to have that degree of responsibility. I have been feeling increasingly guilty about this, and have already tracked down my daughter's location. She was never adopted, but is in foster care with her second set of parents. I desperately want to make contact with her, but I do not want to upset her by suddenly entering her life. Should I make contact with her or should I let go? If I do make contact, how do you think she will react?
Emotionally torn, Anonymous
Dr Wang responds: Dear Emotionally Torn,
While I am not a licensed psychofishologist, I must say, concealing a major personal event (such as the birth of a child) from everyone you know indicates a variety of issues that are best handled by a therapist. However, I have consulted The Great Bubble Wall in my tank to understand your situation and provide advice. You are more deeply troubled by this secret that you know. There are several issues at stake: Your desire to clear your conscious, your maternal instincts kicking in, and your desire to improve the quality of life for your daughter. It is very important that you follow legal procedures for appropriate contact of your daughter. You must resist temptation to contact your daughter on your own. The foster "mother" is a midget woman nicked-named "Bitty" who will be quite stand-offish at first. You should meet Bitty and her husband for dinner and be upfront and honest. Avoid ordering any seafood such as shrimp over dinner with Bitty, it will only make things more difficult.
It will take several months of meetings to establish some level of trust. Your daughter will have a difficult time adjusting to you entering her life. I suggest for your first meeting, you and Bitty should take her to the Aquarium and spend time with the dolphins. The dolphins will help you communicate with your daughter. You should buy a CD and learn both "Whale Song" and "Dolphin Talk". The other anxiety you must conquer is to be honest with your family and friends. The truth will set free the demons that posses you at the moment. Good Luck.
Keep Swimming Upstream,
-Dr Wang
DOUBLE FEATURE FOR THIS WEEK!Today's second letter is from Joyce in Greenville, North Carolina....
Dear Dr Wang,
Two months ago I was on vacation in the Bahamas and met "Charlie" while snorkeling with some friends. We literally swam into each other and had lunch together that day. We ended up spending the rest of my vacation together and really hit it off. He lives in West Virginia but has said he wanted to spend more time together. We recently met up for a long weekend at my place and had a great time together. Do you see a potential serious relationship in my future with him?
Thanks for taking my letter, Joyce.
Dr Wang responds: Dear Joyce,
A relationship born under the sea? Sounds fishy to me. To be sure, I consulted The Great Bubble Wall for a glimpse into your future. It looks like your vacation was just dance, like a wave on the ocean, and were romanced. Steer clear of this guy, he is a shark and already has a life and relationship back in West Virginia. The next time you speak with him, ask him who "Shirley" is. See what he says, then you can respond: "Sorry Charlie", and then hang up forever.
Keep Swimming Upstream,
-Dr Wang
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I'm a bad kitty. This morning when Rick was driving down to San Diego, I wasn't quite ready to be packed up into the kennel and endure the two hour ride to the beach house. I was cranky and complaining about it, but he didn't listen. So I decided I'd get even and just pee and poop right there in my kennel. That showed him. Oh yeah. I forgot, I still had to sit in the kennel for the rest of the ride.
Last night I finally went to The Purple Palm Restaurant at The Colony Palms Hotel. Regular readers may recall I attended the hotel grand opening gala two weeks ago and wrote about it on this blog. The Colony Palms Hotel, originally built in 1934 was beautifully restored and has a casual desert elegance. In some ways the lounge looks like a scene from Casablanca; in fact I kept waiting for Humphrey Bogart to walk into the lounge and order a cocktail. I had high expectations of The Purple Palms restaurant, particularly after my visit at the grand opening. Once seated, I introduced myself to the hostess on site as The Palm Springs Savant, although we already had reservations through the owner of the hotel. I started off the evening with a martini poolside until we were ready to be seated for dinner.








I like to think of myself as a fairly balanced individual, having normal tastes and interests that of the typical person. Although I do admit to being a "creature of habit" and have certain favorites. This is especially true when it comes to food. I am what some people call a "foodie", which our friends at Wikipedia define as: "a gourmet is a person with a sensitive and discriminating palate, and who is knowledgeable in fine food and drink or haute cuisine". I wince at that definition because it sounds terribly snooty, and that is one thing I am not. Despite that I am a foodie, there are certain foods which I always crave, and go back to time and again when I'm feeling a little blue. This brings be to another scintillating edition of 








In my fifth installment of "Exploring Palm Springs", I would be remiss if I didn't mention the original residents of the Palm Springs area. The Agua Caliente Band of Cahuilla Indians are a very well established, organized tribe. Oh and very wealthy too. Among other things, they own hotels and casinos, such as the Spa Resort Casino (see left). They are an integral part of the Palm Springs community, and very supportive of the city government. They are know for being very generous, although their casino slot machines have not paid out millions to me as yet. On a bed of nails, I wait.



