Monday, September 21, 2026

RIP Chris Kostolefsky 9/5/26

 I was on an internet dating show in December of 2025.  I matched up with a very nice comedian and magician called Chris Kostolefsky.  

  • Dec 5 "The Button" produced by CUT


  •  at 4:07

Unfortunately, I live in NY and he lived in California.  Then he was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer.  I tried to visit him when I was in Los Angeles this spring, but he was too sick to see me.

We stayed in touch on Instagram though and did Facetime a few times.  I just found out that he died this month.  I'm collecting links to memorial social media posts about him

I was sad that he didn't have confidence in his medical team.  He had Kaiser insurance.  He said that in his area "KAISER" was often considered to be an acronym for "killed another innocent senior in the emergency room."  

Google helped me find some memorial links about him

https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1EYLvVN4SU/


https://www.instagram.com/mixednutslive/reel/DdMvWk1htbc/?hl=cs


https://www.facebook.com/share/p/18bPj6ekyx/


https://www.instagram.com/p/Dc8yHA9G0Bb/


https://www.instagram.com/p/Dc_dfW0Gw3G/


https://www.instagram.com/p/DdAUUfSGYtp/


https://www.instagram.com/reels/Dc_BmdaCKqH/


https://www.instagram.com/p/Dc967psJVWD/




This was his instagram account https://www.instagram.com/kostolef/


This was his Threads account http://threads.com/@kostolef


This was his X account, but it doesn't seem like he used it recently https://x.com/kostolef


This was his website https://chriskoscomedy.com/



Here is a collage of some pix I found on social media.  If you own copyright to these pix, please let me know and I'll take anything offensive down.  Please don't report me to authorities.





Monday, September 7, 2026

Florida water crisis

This is what Google is saying about the water crisis in Florida


Thursday, September 3, 2026

On what is wrong with short skirts

I was 12.  Miniskirts were in fashion. I had a pretty, wool miniskirt in a cranberry tweedy fabric.  I was wearing fishnets on my legs.  

This was Wisconsin in winter.  The temperature was about 10ºF, maybe colder.  My school was half a mile from my house.  

When I got to school, my legs were frostbitten.  When I got inside, they turned bright red and burned.

The same thing happened the next day.

The girls in my school decided to do a sort of strike the third day.  Everyone was to wear pants to school.  They, too, obviously had suffered.

My mother, to her credit, brought me a midi-length shearling coat and new fuzzy tights.  I think I didn't actually wear pants to school that day when everyone else did, but I didn't have cold legs.  I don't know whatever happened to whatever I had worn the prior year.  I seem to recall that I had had knit leggings.  Perhaps I had outgrown them.

We got the right to wear warm pants to school.  After that, my mom got me some lined acrylic pants that were very warm and dressy-looking plaid.  I did sometimes wear them.

I was 12.  I drew a conclusion from this experience.  This conclusion was "People who want to see my legs are not my friends."

Today it is summer.  The high today was in the mid 80s.  I am wearing a dress that I bought at a rest stop off an interstate on a recent trip, when I was running low on dresses.  It's above the knee.  My legs are not cold.

I was on Zoom with this dress.  No one could see how long it is.  It might have been to my ankles as far as anyone else in the meeting was concerned.  I was the only one who knew it was above the knee.

I'm thinking of the 12-year old me.  Alone in my kitchen today, I found myself saying out loud "people who want to see my legs are not my friends," tho no one, in fact, was looking at them or in sight.