Happy belated New Year, babydolls! Broke-Ass has missed you profoundly and has been heart-rendingly appreciative of all your lovely e-mails. Alas, she cannot say that they have sped her goddamn stomach bug and attendant flu. But as Broke-Ass languishes here on the sofa–fingers on the keyboard and head often leaning into the nearby bucket to vomit with shocking violence–she thinks of you. Also, the preamble to Beck’s first, and arguably best, major hit encircles her addled little brain like a pubescent dolphin in the kiddie tank at Sea World:
I’m a Driver, I’m a Winner–Things are Gonna Change: I Can Feel It!
Everyone knows what comes after that line.
Broke-Ass long dispensed with New Year’s resolutions long ago, favoring the take-it-as-it-comes milieu to the grand-standing pledge-taking of her errant, misspent youth. Still, it would be nice to hope that things were going to change and nicer still to have some reason to believe that they might.
Ever in the tradition of the personal is economic, Broke-Ass has compiled her own modest albeit meager list of hopeful, uncommon economic indicators for 2011. Now go forth and fucking multiply.
1) With a Christmas check from her mother and stepfather, Broke-Ass launched a modest organic herbal tea business called Red Hook Mama Teas (because, as you know, Broke-Ass is a mama, she lives in Red Hook, and she is rawther witchy and herbally).
During the holiday season, Red Hook Mama Teas were available exclusively at the completely fabulous HomeSpa on Court Street in Brooklyn, where it all but sold out. Red Hook Mama teas will soon be available at the sumptuous boutique Mongo as early as next week. Very, very soon, Broke-Ass and the flat-out amazing genius of a designer, Jason Wizelman of Nice Design, will be launching a real-live Red Hook Mama Teas website with fond hopes and well-executed business plans.
2) Broke-Ass was phoned up by a very awesome editor at the environmental news magazine Grist and was asked if she would like to write a column. The answer was: Hell, yes, she would like to write a column. So, that’s pretty fucking excellent.
3) Broke-Ass was asked to co-write a TV pilot with her dear friend, and she did. This is not an uncommon economic indicator, however. This is called writing on spec, and it’s for rank amateurs, but at this point, so the fuck what? Light a candle with me, babydolls.
So, Broke-Ass wants to know: What are your uncommon economic indicators? Are they as anemic as these? Drop a line.