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September 10, 2008:


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Well, dear readers, instead of writing the notes shall I just tell you the tale of The Randy Vicar and the Donut Hole? I’m feeling quite logey and full right now, on account of the filling meal I ate a few hours ago. I do hope the long jog and the fact that I ate only once will insure that I will maintain and not gain – I don’t think I’ll gain for that would cause me pain and drive me insane. In any case, I’m feeling quite logey and low-key but I shall try to feel high-key and higey because who wants to read logey notes? Certainly not I, or even me. What the HELL am I going on about? This is what happens when you feel logey and full and also full and logey. You sit there like so much fish, typing away, as you watch letters become words and words become sentences and sentences become paragraphs. These are metaphysical things I speak of, like the Olivia Newton-John song, Meta Physical. Speaking of metaphysical, yesterday was quite a long day. I got up, did the long jog, shaved and showered, and had a long telephonic conversation. Then I left for my appointment with Teddy, because I so desperately needed a haircut. Teddy has moved into the new Sally Hershberger salon, which is located about three blocks from the old salon. Happily, I found a place to park on the street. I had to punch in a code to get in the front door, then punch in another code to enable the elevator to travel to the third floor, where the salon resides. The new salon is very bright and spacious, with a whole wall of windows facing north. Teddy was very happy to see me and very amused at my unkempt do. He has yet another new assistant, maybe his fourteenth in the last two years. This new guy gave me the best shampoo I’ve ever had. Then Teddy worked his magic and I was once again kempt with a charming new do. After that, I came home and had another long telephonic conversation. I then packaged up a bunch of orders and a few other things, but didn’t get to ship them, which I’ll do this morning directly after the long jog. I didn’t have any mail, either at home or the mail place. I did some work on the computer, and then it was time to sup with our very own Miss Barbara Deutsch. We had a marvelously marvelous time and discussed many things, including cabbages and kings. I told her about the amusing e-mail I’d received from a fellow in Poland who desperately wants to translate The First Nudie Musical into Polish and do it on stage. I told him of the stage adaptation, and now he’s dying to do that and has a very big theater ready to do the show. I’m giving it serious thought, just because it tickles me to even think about seeing a Polish version of The First Nudie Musical. I had my usual Buffalo wings (8), and the barbecue chicken sandwich, which came with a teeny-tiny salad and some balsamic vinaigrette, all very yummilicious, but very filling. After dinner, I came home and immediately sat on my couch like so much fish.

Last night, I watched a motion picture on DVD entitled The Stalking Moon, starring Mr. Gregory Peck, Miss Eva Marie Saint, and many other actors I like, like Matt Clark and Lou Frizzel. The film was produced by Alan Pakula and directed by Robert Mulligan, the team that gave us To Kill A Mockingbird. Back in those days, Mulligan was really good – The Great Imposter, Mockingbird, Up The Down Staircase, all great films. But he also gave us Baby, The Rain Must Fall and The Spiral Road, neither of which is very good. Somehow I’d missed The Stalking Moon when it came out – the title didn’t grab me and neither did the trailer or the poster. And I’ve continued to miss it all these years. So, it was great to finally see it. The film did not fare well critically or box-office-wise. The first thirty minutes of the film certainly did not grab me, as I’m sure it did not grab audiences back when it came out. But, once you hit the thirty-minute mark, the story finally becomes apparent, and from that point on I really liked it a lot. Mr. Peck is terrific, and Miss Saint is, as always, gorgeous and excellent in a very difficult role. And Robert Forster, and actor I really don’t care for, gave a very good performance as a cohort of Mr. Peck. The film has a good deal of suspense, the photography is excellent, as is the score by Fred Karlin. So, the bottom line for me is that after a slow and awkward start, I really enjoyed the film. The transfer is a little too brown, but nowhere near as bad as a few other Warner transfers of that era.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I am still feeling logey and I’m quite bored of it and I simply need to get my second wind.

Today, I shall be doing the long jog, shipping packages, having a lunch meeting at La La’s, and doing errands and whatnot and a lot of work on the computer.

Tomorrow and Friday both have potential meetings, so I have to keep them open. I’m not at all certain of what’s happening on the weekend.

Have I mentioned that I’m feeling logey? I must get my second wind because my first wind is kaput. Or, maybe I’ll bypass my second wind and go directly to my third wind. My Third Wind – that’s the title of my next novel.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do a long jog, ship packages, have a lunch meeting at La La’s (where I never overeat or do anything harmful, diet-wise), do errands and whatnot, hopefully pick up some mail and packages, and do work on the computer. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we get to give any old answer we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely answers and loads of lovely postings, shall we, as I hopefully get a new wind very soon.

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