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Well, you've read the notes, the notes took your fancy and now you have no fancy, and now it is time for you to post until the fancy cows come home.
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FIRST POST!!
-It's been a while.
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Matt, if you're doing Lost Blu-ray, let me know if you have trouble getting the discs to load. I got them all to work, but it was a bit of a trial.
I'll be starting on it day after tomorrow. I'll keep you posted. Tomorrow, Criterion's EUROPA.
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And the word of the day is: NUDIUSTERTIAN!
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I spent quite a few hours tonight with the bonus features on PRINCE CASPIAN. All were OK, but after a couple of hours, they all start to run together. Also, I thought it was kind of funny that two little people - Peter Dinklage and Warwick Davis - get separate featurettes all to themselves. Ben Barnes, who plays the title role, doesn't.
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CHUCK was entertaining, but it's it about time Chuck lost some of that naivete? He's been doing this for a while now, so he shouldn't be so trusting.
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And I watched tonight's HEROES, the first of a two part story that looks to be taking us to the grand finale of this chapter of the saga. It can't come a moment too soon. The heroes without their powers are one dull bunch of folks.
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And the word of the day is: NUDIUSTERTION!
The more common spelling is: NUDIUSTERTIAN.
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And I watched tonight's HEROES, the first of a two part story that looks to be taking us to the grand finale of this chapter of the saga. It can't come a moment too soon. The heroes without their powers are one dull bunch of folks.
SPOILER ALERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
;D
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And the word of the day is: NUDIUSTERTION!
The more common spelling is: NUDIUSTERTIAN.
I don't know WHAT you're talking a about.
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Well, I've been sitting here for the past hour or so wondering why I was feeling so sleepy and tired already... Then I remembered that I had a very late out night last night... And since I have another audition session in the morning, well... Of course, when I head to bed now, I will actually be heading to bed "yesterday" - which ties into the Word of the Day!
Goodnight.
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And the word of the day is: NUDIUSTERTION!
The more common spelling is: NUDIUSTERTIAN.
I don't know WHAT you're talking a about.
Well... En Français..
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DR Jose, GHANJINI is expected to be quite a hit film. And Amir Khan has really been working out for the role.
I did not see MEMENTO, so I know not what the plot is about, but the soundtrack is rather catchy from what I gathered from watching the trailer.
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So much for going to bed at eleven. Well, to bed now!
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DR Jose, GHANJINI is expected to be quite a hit film. And Amir Khan has really been working out for the role.
I did not see MEMENTO, so I know not what the plot is about, but the soundtrack is rather catchy from what I gathered from watching the trailer.
MEMENTO is a highly enjoyable mystery in reverse kind of movie.
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I'm heading down to bed myself.
Good night!
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I am finally on a roll writing this brief. I need to stop writing and do a bit of research so I'm taking a break. It's amazing how once I can sit with some uninterrupted time I can write and write and write. I am very glad it looks like I'll finish this tonight. Then I can clean the house in the morning, so my 2:00 PM hearing and be on vacation!! woo and hoo.
I have 2 other briefs to write before Dec 1, so I'll be working on Sunday when I get home. But that's ok
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I enjoyed Dancing with the Stars tonight. I thought all three did a good job. I like Brook and Derek the best then Warren and Kim and last Lance and Lacey.
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DR Jennifer, I like the mother and son on TAR and Nick and Star. Star was irritating me with her pouting during the last episode, but I probably would have been upset in the same circumstances and who knows how they edited it. I would be happy if either of those teams win and since Nick is a friend of DR Elmore, I'm cheering for him a little more than the mother and son (who I really do like, even though their names have escaped me).
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Ok, time for a stretch, a glass of water and back to writing
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Great photo, BK!
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Yes, great photo. BK
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Well, it took a lot longer than I was hoping, but two motions and two briefs done. I'll proof them in the morning...er...later this morning. Then I must go on a cleaning frenzy before my parents arrive
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We had rehearsal Monday night and it went well...we had the band members sit in. We went through most of the group numbers, but didn't run any dialogue scenes. :)
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Afterwards, however...AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!! I drove through Jack in the Box and my engine died! I couldn't get the engine started, again!! Someone in the parking lot offered to push my car out of the drive-through and I parked it. I called my sister, who had jumper cables, but according to the instructions, the battery seems to be fine. It's probably the starter. I hope it's not expensive because I don't get paid until Wednesday. Fortunately, we're getting paid early because Wednesday is the last working day of the month. The problem with that is that since we only get paid once a month, December will be a full five weeks before we get paid again!
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So, now I need to get to sleep, so that I can call a tow truck in the morning, because my car is still at Jack in the Box!
Good night.
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So sorry to hear of your car troubles, DR George. Hope that the fix is not expensive!!
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***CONTINUED VIBES, COWBELLS, & EVEN PRAYERS***
for the DS of Laura DR!!!
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And the word of the day is: NUDIUSTERTIAN!
And The Song Of The Day Is: DAY BY DAY
(The Francis Albert Sinatra Version)
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And the word of the day is: NUDIUSTERTIAN!
Is that someone who wrote a theseis on The First Nudie Musical?
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Today is DR Ben's last day of work for the year!!!!!
Hope it is happy!!
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Today is DR Ginny's only working day of the week!!! I hope it's happy!!
That's the way to ease into retirement --- slowly reduce your work week from 5 days wto 4 days etc until you have a one day week and a 6 day weekend....
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I don't think I commented yesterday but yes Mr Kimmel is looking slim, trim and fit!! Congratulations BK!!!
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Me too!
It should be OK. There are things that cannot be finished but it has been made clear that I am not responsible for those issues.
I'm doing a play reading tonight for a friend of mine who teaches playwrighting at NYU. These are beginning students who have decided they want to be playwrights. Steve gives them the advantage of hearing their work read by professionals (me included, wow) and then very gently tells them what is right and what is wrong with their piece. I've done it before and it's a lot of fun. After that, on Wednesday, I head out to Long Island for the turkey fest.
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Well I must go get showered and dressed - I have an appointment this morning with the Chemo doctor, tehn work and then parent teacher conferences at the high school so I may not be back today
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Prayers for comfort and coping to TCB - may Stan have an easy passage
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Prayers for Laura and her sister.
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TOD
My Last Duchess
Robert Browning
That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I call
That piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf's hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
Will't please you sit and look at her? I said
"Fra Pandolf" by design, for never read
Strangers like you that pictured countenance,
The depth and passion of its earnest glance,
But to myself they turned (since none puts by
the curtain I have drawn for you, but I)
And seemed they would ask me, if they durst,
How such a glance came there; so not the first
Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, 'twas not
Her husband's presence only, called that spot
Of joy into the Duchess's cheek: perhaps
Fra Pandolf chanced to say "Her mantle laps
Over my lady's wrist too much," or Paint
Must never hope to reproduce the faint
Half flush that dies along her throat": such stuff
Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough
For calling up that spot of you. She had
A heart--how shall I say?--too soon made glad,
Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er
She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.
Sir, 'twas all one! My favor at her breast,
The dropping of the daylight in the West,
The bough of cherries some officious fool
Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule
She rode with round the terrace--all and each
Would draw from her alike the approving speech,
Or blush, at least. She thanked men--good! but thanked
Somehow--I know not how--as if she ranked
My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name
With anybody's gift. Who'd stoop to blame
This sort of trifling? Even had you skill
In speech--(which I have not)--to make your will
Quite clear to such a one, and say, "Just this
Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss
Or there exceed the mark"--and if she let
Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set
her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse
--E'en then would be some stooping; and I choose
Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt
Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without
Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands;
Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands
As if alive. Will't please you rise? We'll meet
the company below, then. I repeat
The Count your master's known munificence
Is ample warrant that no just pretense
Of mine dowry will be disallowed
Though his fair daughter's self, as I avowed
At starting, is my object. Nay, we'll go
Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though,
Taming a sea horse, thought a rarity,
Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!
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Paul Revere's Ride
Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
He said to his friend, "If the British march
By land or sea from the town to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch
Of the North Church tower as a signal light,--
One if by land, and two if by sea;
And I on the opposite shore will be,
Ready to ride and spread the alarm
Through every Middlesex village and farm,
For the country folk to be up and to arm."
Then he said "Good-night!" and with muffled oar
Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore,
Just as the moon rose over the bay,
Where swinging wide at her moorings lay
The Somerset, British man-of-war;
A phantom ship, with each mast and spar
Across the moon like a prison bar,
And a huge black hulk, that was magnified
By its own reflection in the tide.
Meanwhile, his friend through alley and street
Wanders and watches, with eager ears,
Till in the silence around him he hears
The muster of men at the barrack door,
The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet,
And the measured tread of the grenadiers,
Marching down to their boats on the shore.
Then he climbed the tower of the Old North Church,
By the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,
To the belfry chamber overhead,
And startled the pigeons from their perch
On the sombre rafters, that round him made
Masses and moving shapes of shade,--
By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,
To the highest window in the wall,
Where he paused to listen and look down
A moment on the roofs of the town
And the moonlight flowing over all.
Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead,
In their night encampment on the hill,
Wrapped in silence so deep and still
That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread,
The watchful night-wind, as it went
Creeping along from tent to tent,
And seeming to whisper, "All is well!"
A moment only he feels the spell
Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread
Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
For suddenly all his thoughts are bent
On a shadowy something far away,
Where the river widens to meet the bay,--
A line of black that bends and floats
On the rising tide like a bridge of boats.
Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride,
Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride
On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.
Now he patted his horse's side,
Now he gazed at the landscape far and near,
Then, impetuous, stamped the earth,
And turned and tightened his saddle girth;
But mostly he watched with eager search
The belfry tower of the Old North Church,
As it rose above the graves on the hill,
Lonely and spectral and sombre and still.
And lo! as he looks, on the belfry's height
A glimmer, and then a gleam of light!
He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns,
But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight
A second lamp in the belfry burns.
A hurry of hoofs in a village street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,
And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet;
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night;
And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,
Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
He has left the village and mounted the steep,
And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,
Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;
And under the alders that skirt its edge,
Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,
Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.
It was twelve by the village clock
When he crossed the bridge into Medford town.
He heard the crowing of the cock,
And the barking of the farmer's dog,
And felt the damp of the river fog,
That rises after the sun goes down.
It was one by the village clock,
When he galloped into Lexington.
He saw the gilded weathercock
Swim in the moonlight as he passed,
And the meeting-house windows, black and bare,
Gaze at him with a spectral glare,
As if they already stood aghast
At the bloody work they would look upon.
It was two by the village clock,
When he came to the bridge in Concord town.
He heard the bleating of the flock,
And the twitter of birds among the trees,
And felt the breath of the morning breeze
Blowing over the meadow brown.
And one was safe and asleep in his bed
Who at the bridge would be first to fall,
Who that day would be lying dead,
Pierced by a British musket ball.
You know the rest. In the books you have read
How the British Regulars fired and fled,---
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farmyard wall,
Chasing the redcoats down the lane,
Then crossing the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.
So through the night rode Paul Revere;
And so through the night went his cry of alarm
To every Middlesex village and farm,---
A cry of defiance, and not of fear,
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door,
And a word that shall echo for evermore!
For, borne on the night-wind of the Past,
Through all our history, to the last,
In the hour of darkness and peril and need,
The people will waken and listen to hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that steed,
And the midnight message of Paul Revere.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
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Thanks, Vixmom.
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Me too!
It should be OK. There are things that cannot be finished but it has been made clear that I am not responsible for those issues.
I'm doing a play reading tonight for a friend of mine who teaches playwrighting at NYU. These are beginning students who have decided they want to be playwrights. Steve gives them the advantage of hearing their work read by professionals (me included, wow) and then very gently tells them what is right and what is wrong with their piece. I've done it before and it's a lot of fun. After that, on Wednesday, I head out to Long Island for the turkey fest.
WOW indeed! It is so nice of you to help put the students that way.
A Very Happy Thanksgiving to you and Anthony if I miss you!!!
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I like poems that tell a story - I will spare you the recitation of Hiawatha
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well I must run... laters!!!
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Did Jose find his keys yet?
Perhaps they fell in the radiator and that is why is was making that noise......
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I hope BK brought his bumbershoot --- it is araining out there......
and the rain it raineth everyday
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(((((((Laura)))))))
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(((((((TCB)))))))
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(((((((Tomovoz)))))))
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DR Vixmom - we are all there with you in spirit today at your next doctor's appointment. :)
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TOD:
Trendy travelers tend to talk
Of London, Paris, Rome, New York
Like only they were stylish
And unique.
from the "poetry" of Leslie Bricusse ;)
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***ULTRA-STRENGTH VIBES***
for DF Stan, his family, and friends, especially DR TCB
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I'm up, I'm up. I slept okay, but had weird dreams and was up several times during the evening. It looks gray out, at least from what I can see of out, which isn't much.
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(http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/CLASS/130-322~Lucille-Ball-Posters.jpg)
By the shores of Gitche Gumee...
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Thoughts and prayers go with you to the doctor today, Vixmom.
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Well, I have a ton of work to day today, so I'd better get to it!
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One of my favorites ;D
Comment by Miss Dorothy Parker
Life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Romania
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Someone's ship has come in!!!
(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtSvr0DEcpc/SSiljF-LX7I/AAAAAAAABPg/aWLxn89FB0U/s320/onthetown.jpg)
photo: On The Town
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I don't normally tell me this, because it doesn't come up in conversation too often. Well actually never.
I am a published poet. I had two poems published when I was about 9 years old. I only remember one of them.
The Game
There is a game
No one knows how to play
You don't roll doubles
Or get two hundred for passing go
The game is called "Peace"
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But my favorite poem is
There Was A Man From Nantucket
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Guess I'll mosey on down to the exercise room and hope that one of the treadmills is open and waiting for me.
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Oh, let's not sit here. Let's move to Page 3
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That's better.
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I'll ride my exercise bike when I get home before I go to the Playwrighting Class performance.
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It's pleuing.
That's Franglais for raining.
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I have nothing more to say.
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I'm up, not awake yet, but up. I am very glad I stayed up to finish the writing last night or I would most likely be in a panic right now. I will be staying home this morning to wait for the electrician and the woman from Habitat for Humanity, who I hope found her keys. Turns out she's going to give the dishwasher to her mother for Christmas. That's cool She does a lot to help other people, I'm happy my diswasher will go to someone in her family.
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Good morning, all! Last night I stopped by the Men's Chorus rehearsal to drop off my orchestrations, see some old and new friends, and learn if there was anything else I should worry about before next Monday's band rehearsal. After that, I came home, caught up on all the mail and packages, watched a bit of Anderson Cooper's show and went to bed. Today, I have a trip to the pharmacy, NYPL, physical therapy, and then I'm back here to work on the Loesser project. I would like to finish Act One by Monday.
I, too, love Dorothy Parker's poetry, DR Ben, but i find Noel Coward's versehere a little too close to explaining why I've been singie most of my life!
I am no good at love
My heart should be wise and free
I kill the unfortunate golden goose
Whoever it may be
With over-articulate tenderness
And too much intensity.
I am no good at love
I batter it out of shape
Suspicion tears at my sleepless mind
And gibbering like an ape,
I lie alone in the endless dark
Knowing there's no escape.
I am no good at love
When my easy heart I yield
Wild words come tumbling from my mouth
Which should have stayed concealed;
And my jealousy turns a bed of bliss
Into a battlefield.
I am no good at love
I betray it with little sins
For I feel the misery of the end
In the moment that it begins
And the bitterness of the last good-bye
Is the bitterness that wins
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Don't know about beautiful, but this is a poem my dad loves to recite whenever he can get a crowd to listen to him. He really does a great job telling it and there's a chance I'll hear it in the next few days
THE SHOOTING OF DAN MCGREW
by Robert Service
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou.
When out of the night, which was fifty below, and into the din and glare,
There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear.
He looked like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the strength of a louse,
Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the bar, and he called for drinks for the house.
There was none could place the stranger's face, though we searched ourselves for a clue;
But we drank his health, and the last to drink was Dangerous Dan McGrew.
There's men that somehow just grip your eyes, and hold them hard like a spell;
And such was he, and he looked to me like a man who had lived in hell;
With a face most hair, and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done,
As he watered the green stuff in his glass, and the drops fell one by one.
Then I got to figgering who he was, and wondering what he'd do,
And I turned my head--and there watching him was the lady that's known as Lou.
His eyes went rubbering round the room, and he seemed in a kind of daze,
Till at last that old piano fell in the way of his wandering gaze.
The rag-time kid was having a drink; there was no one else on the stool,
So the stranger stumbles across the room, and flops down there like a fool.
In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway,
Then he clutched the keys with his talon hands--my God! but that man could play.
Were you ever out in the Great Alone, when the moon was awful clear,
And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a silence you most could hear;
With only the howl of a timber wolf, and you camped there in the cold,
A helf-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold;
While high overhead, green, yellow, and red, the North Lights swept in bars?--
Then you've a hunch what the music meant...hunger and might and the stars.
And hunger not of the belly kind, that's banished with bacon and beans,
But the gnawing hunger of lonely men for a home and all that it means;
For a fireside far from the cares that are, four walls and a roof above;
But oh! so cramful of cosy joy, and crowded with a woman's love--
A woman dearer than all the world, and true as Heaven is true--
(God! how ghastly she looks through her rouge,--the lady that's known as Lou.)
Then on a sudden the music changed, so soft that you scarce could hear;
But you felt that your life had been looted clean of all that it once held dear;
That someone had stolen the woman you loved; that her love was a devil's lie;
That your guts were gone, and the best for you was to crawl away and die.
'Twas the crowning cry of a heart's despair, and it thrilled you through and through--
"I guess I'll make it a spread misere," said Dangerous Dan McGrew.
The music almost dies away...then it burst like a pent-up flood;
And it seemed to say, "Repay, repay," and my eyes were blind with blood.
The thought came back of an ancient wrong, and it stung like a frozen lash,
And the lust awoke to kill, to kill...then the music stopped with a crash,
And the stranger turned, and his eyes they burned in a most peculiar way;
In a buckskin shirt that was glazed with dirt he sat, and I saw him sway;
Then his lips went in in a kind of grin, and he spoke, and his voice was calm,
And "Boys," says he, "you don't know me, and none of you care a damn;
But I want to state, and my words are straight, and I'll bet my poke they're true,
That one of you is a hound of hell...and that one is Dan McGrew."
Then I ducked my head and the lights went out, and two guns blazed in the dark;
And a woman screamed, and the lights went up, and two men lay stiff and stark.
Pitched on his head, and pumped full of lead, was Dangerous Dan McGrew,
While the man from the creeks lay clutched to the breast of the lady that's known as Lou.
These are the simple facts of the case, and I guess I ought to know.
They say that the stranger was crazed with "hooch," and I'm not denying it's so.
I'm not so wise as the lawyer guys, but strictly between us two--
The woman that kissed him and--pinched his poke--was the lady known as Lou.
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DR Cillaliz - glad you got all your "work" work done.
***CLEANING VIBES!!!!***
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I have nothing more to say.
That's never stopped me! :P
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I, too, love Dorothy Parker's poetry, DR Ben, but i find Noel Coward's versehere a little too close to explaining why I've been singlie most of my life!
I am no good at love
My heart should be wise and free
I kill the unfortunate golden goose
Whoever it may be
With over-articulate tenderness
And too much intensity.
I am no good at love
I batter it out of shape
Suspicion tears at my sleepless mind
And gibbering like an ape,
I lie alone in the endless dark
Knowing there's no escape.
I am no good at love
When my easy heart I yield
Wild words come tumbling from my mouth
Which should have stayed concealed;
And my jealousy turns a bed of bliss
Into a battlefield.
I am no good at love
I betray it with little sins
For I feel the misery of the end
In the moment that it begins
And the bitterness of the last good-bye
Is the bitterness that wins
Ah, yes. Mr. Coward has a way with words. His poetry can be as funny or as beautiful as his songs. Thanks for posting that one.
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BATTER my heart, three person'd God; for, you
As yet but knocke, breathe, shine, and seeke to mend;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow mee,'and bend
Your force, to breake, blowe, burn and make me new.
I, like an usurpt towne, to'another due,
Labour to'admit you, but Oh, to no end,
Reason your viceroy in mee, mee should defend,
But is captiv'd, and proves weake or untrue.
Yet dearely'I love you,'and would be loved faine,
But am betroth'd unto your enemie:
Divorce mee,'untie, or breake that knot againe;
Take mee to you, imprison mee, for I
Except you'enthrall mee, never shall be free,
Nor ever chast, except you ravish mee.
-John Donne
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I have nothing more to say.
That's never stopped me! :P
We know! ;)
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Tuesday morning greetings! As DR Vixmom remembered, today is my only workday this week, followed by a 6-day weekend. However, starting next Tuesday, I have 3 5-day work weeks until my last day. They will be busy though and will probably fly.
TOD - one of my favorite quotes comes from Longfellow's Morituri Salutamus: Poem for the Fifitieth Anniversary of the Class of 1825 in Bowdoin College (http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=173905):
"The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,
And all the sweet serenity of books."
DR Cillaliz - Robert Service was my father's favorite poet, too.
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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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Howl (http://www.pangloss.com/seidel/Ramble/howl_text.html)
by Allen Ginsberg
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Litany
by Billy Collins
You are the bread and the knife,
The crystal goblet and the wine...
-Jacques Crickillon
You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.
However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.
It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general's head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.
It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.
I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.
I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman's tea cup.
But don't worry, I'm not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and--somehow--the wine.
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I spent quite a few hours tonight with the bonus features on PRINCE CASPIAN. All were OK, but after a couple of hours, they all start to run together. Also, I thought it was kind of funny that two little people - Peter Dinklage and Warwick Davis - get separate featurettes all to themselves. Ben Barnes, who plays the title role, doesn't.
Obviously, the people making the featurettes are in favor of short subjects.
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So many lovely poems.
Wow....MR BK is skinny! He looks like a young Mr. Whipple!
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Vibes for the sister of DR LAURA.
Loved reading about all of the trips yesterday....and the poems today are so lovely....
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Here is one that might not be too familiar to everyone. It of course played a vital role in a film noir classic - being noted by a young lady wearing only a trench coat.......
Remember
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
Christina Rosetti
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Yes, BK is lookin' very svelte. Inspiration for all!
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DR JOSE the only way you're going to find your keys now is to have another set made.
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Since CAMP - and it's Turkey Lurkey Sequence.....a lot of the versions I see include some dame coming in and singing the line "I'm Still Here" at the end......which makes sense in the movie, but not if you're doing "It's Turkey Lurkey Time" onstage.....it drives me a little crazy....knowing that a lot of the kids/people doing it that way have NO idea why....and probably think it's part of the song....fer shure.....
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No Man is an Island
John Donne
No man is an island entire of itself; every man
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe
is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as
well as any manner of thy friends or of thine
own were; any man's death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
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Good morning!
I got my longest night of sleep in months. I must have been VERY tired. Probably exhausted trying to enjoy HEROES. Pleasantly cool outside now, but temps will be plunging later today and it'll be very cold tomorrow.
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Someone's ship has come in!!!
(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HtSvr0DEcpc/SSiljF-LX7I/AAAAAAAABPg/aWLxn89FB0U/s320/onthetown.jpg)
photo: On The Town
I've been listening to an ootlegbay of this concert/production this morning and I have to say that I'm not liking what I'm hearing. The three male leads are indistinguishable from each other and the cast is pretty bland overall. Only Andrea Martin stands out in her small role but then, how could she not.
Ugh--just heard "I Can Cook". The girl can't sing!
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Since I will be working on Thanksgiving, into the evening, der B will have to roast the turkey. Won't that be exciting!!! ;D
The menu, so far:
Roast turkey
Sausage stuffing
Mashed potatoes with chestnut butter
Mushroom gravy
Brussels sprouts dressed with a bacon vinaigrette
And der B will be doing something with cranberries and oranges.
That's about as poetical as I'm feeling right now.
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TOD:
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
William Butler Yeats
. . .and featured in a cultish sort of musical.
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TOD:
HOPE
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Emily Dickinson
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On TV Tonight!™
ABC - A CHARLIE BROWN THANKSGIVING, DANCING WITH THE STARS
CBS - NCIS, THE MENTALIST, WITHOUT A TRACE
NBC - THE BIGGEST LOSER, LAW & ORDER: SVU
FOX - HOUSE, FRINGE
FX - THE SHIELD (series finale)
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My work project today is Criterion's EUROPA. I've never seen it, so it'll be a new experience. It's a two-disc set, so it appears I'll be with this set all day and into thee evening.
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I've been listening to an ootlegbay of this concert/production this morning and I have to say that I'm not liking what I'm hearing. The three male leads are indistinguishable from each other and the cast is pretty bland overall. Only Andrea Martin stands out in her small role but then, how could she not.
Ugh--just heard "I Can Cook". The girl can't sing!
Well, since you mentioned it. . .I just found this and will listen to it later. . .
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Back from the exercise room. Happily empty but for one sour-looking jock, but he was just finishing up so he left pretty quickly. I did 5.2 miles in forty minutes, so that's pretty good, I think. Supposedly burned off 750 calories but I really don't have a clew exactly what that means. I then weighed myself on the scale, but it appears that I haven't lost anything in the last week - doubtful, and I suspect on my scale I'd be down at least two pounds. Have no idea how accurate or inaccurate either are.
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TOD:
A winters day
In a deep and dark december;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Ive built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
Its laughter and its loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Dont talk of love,
But Ive heard the words before;
Its sleeping in my memory.
I wont disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
Paul Simon
Poetry or merely poetic?
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I showered in the changing room again - excellent water pressure and plenty of hot water and it's not a tub shower - just don't like tub showers. Then I came back to the room, shaved and am now just sitting here like so much fish for the next forty-five minutes, hoping the rain abates so I don't have to run to the CVS in the rain to buy an umbrella - it's two blocks west of here.
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I don't find I Am A Rock especially poetic, but do find this Paul Simon very poetic:
Old friends
Sat on their park bench like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the high shoes
Of the old friends
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I'm also partial to Simon's "The Dangling Conversation," but that (like I am a Rock) is not really poetry in terms of the TOD.
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TOD:
I don't know from poetry.
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You Dorothy Parker fans may be interested to know that a new Dave Frishberg musical about here is opening soon with Adair (from the PDX Bacharach show) playing her.
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When I was in school, I had teachers every year that required memorization of poetry (and in high school memorization of Shakespeare speeches). THough I was used to memorizing from doing plays all the time and had no trouble with the assignments, I never much liked having to memorize something just to stand up in front of the class to recite. So, I never made my students do it (though I certainly understand the value of training one's mind and learning to be at ease before a group.)
In the eighth grade, I had to memorize this poem by Emily Dickinson, and I've never forgotten it:
If I could stop one heart from breaking
I shall not live in vain.
If I could ease one life the aching
Or cool one pain
Or help one fainting robin unto its nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
I think the world would be a better place if more people would take those words to heart.
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Okay, I just read that it's Leslie Kritzer who's playing Hildy Esterhazy in this ON THE TOWN, so I take back the "she can't sing" remark 'cause I know she can sing. But she is definitely off in this particular performance.
And aside from her, I'm hearing a little bit too much American Yodle-ing sneaking into some of the vocals. Who allowed that to happen?
The woman who does "I Wish I Was Dead" is very funny.
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I shall now be on my way to rehearsal, a visit to the theater, another rehearsal, and then food.
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A Visit To the Theater.....that is title of the next volume of my memoirs.
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As for THE LITTLE RASCALS. I cannot really express my disappointment in this set. From some of the reviews, I was prepared that a few of shorts were from Blackhawk prints, or at least had Blackhawk titles.
But they didn't really prepare me for the poor, soft quality of a LOT of the titles. And some of the episodes....at least two of the five I watched have some serious sound problems.....the voices don't match the mouth movements.
I love having them all in one place.....but as for being restored, remastered and UNCUT.....it just ain't so.
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And of course it's shocking that two references to Scotty Beckett in the book are accompanied by photographs of Dickie Moore....this from the "experts!"
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TOD: What MBarnum said. And MattH.
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And now off to do some printing. Let's all hope the printer holds out!
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Last I read.....Pal Joey star was out with a hurt foot, and other guy was in for one performance.....now the original guy is OUT and the other guy is in......
Wonder what happened? And shouldn't the person who made the ORIGINAL casting decision bear SOME responsibility for this?
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DR CIllaliz (or anyone else who watches) re: last night's DANCING WITH THE STARS
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My favorites are definitely brooke and derek. I thought her free-style was the best i'd ever seen too. I loved it. She was just amazing.
My 2nd favorite has been lance and lacey. But i thought the free-style that lacey choreographed was awful. What was she thinking??? It's like she'd not watched the show before to know what she was supposed to do. I was so disappointed. I really think lance had a chance to win. But after last night ...
I've never loved warren. Although i did think his freestyle was very good last night. I get that he is entertaining. But to me brooke is so much better. Although that said, brooke started off very good. And warren basically stared out as not very good.
Anyhow if anybody wants to know who will win go to http://www.dialidol.com and click on DTWS. They are always right.
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Last I read.....Pal Joey star was out with a hurt foot, and other guy was in for one performance.....now the original guy is OUT and the other guy is in......
Wonder what happened? And shouldn't the person who made the ORIGINAL casting decision bear SOME responsibility for this?
We either have to wait for the book to come out years from now...
...or DR Jose can give us the sordid details now.
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Yuck last night we got the first snowfall here that stayed on the ground. Not that much (only a couple of centimeters). But enough that i had to wear boots, and enough so the side streets are slushy. :(
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Ah, one of my favorite pieces of dance music from ON THE TOWN is playing--the Pas de deux in Gaby's dream.
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In drama class in grade 7 i remember having to stand up and recite a poem/sonnet. I chose How Do I love Thee by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. It's funny but i still remember that some other kid did the same thing. But he stopped at all the wrong places.
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I'm heading downstairs now to start preparing the spaghetti sauce for my lunch. A brisk day like this is perfect for spaghetti.
WBBL.
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Tonight i will record and ff thru DANCING WITH THE STARS finale. And record THE MENTALIST.
CW does not have 90210 or PRIVILEGED tonight. And there was no GOSSIP GIRL last night.
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Last I read.....Pal Joey star was out with a hurt foot, and other guy was in for one performance.....now the original guy is OUT and the other guy is in......
Wonder what happened? And shouldn't the person who made the ORIGINAL casting decision bear SOME responsibility for this?
We either have to wait for the book to come out years from now...
...or DR Jose can give us the sordid details now.
Time will tell.
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In my second year acting class in college, we had to perform a poem as a monologue. I did Shelley's "Ode to the West Wind". I got a lot of laughs.
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I got a lot of laughs.
Intentionally? ;)
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Long before I knew the 19th would be my last day to work, I signed up to take care of one of our book display units for the month of December. Today, I'm creating a display titled "Let's Have Another Cup of Coffee," which will include books from both the fiction and nonfiction sections of the library.
Back to cutting out graphics!
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I got a lot of laughs.
Intentionally? ;)
Yes, afterwards it was intentional.
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Long before I knew the 19th would be my last day to work, I signed up to take care of one of our book display units for the month of December. Today, I'm creating a display titled "Let's Have Another Cup of Coffee," which will include books from both the fiction and nonfiction sections of the library.
Back to cutting out graphics!
Blow the budget on your display, DR Ginny. Go out with a bang!
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Long before I knew the 19th would be my last day to work, I signed up to take care of one of our book display units for the month of December. Today, I'm creating a display titled "Let's Have Another Cup of Coffee," which will include books from both the fiction and nonfiction sections of the library.
Back to cutting out graphics!
Blow the budget on your display, DR Ginny. Go out with a bang!
Starbucks for everybody!!!
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Gerald Schoenfeld (http://www.playbill.com/news/article/123685.html)
long-time Chairman of the Shubert Organization has passed away.
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So sorry to hear of your car troubles, DR George. Hope that the fix is not expensive!!
Thanks...me, too! Actually, this morning, I drove my sister's car to the Jack in the Box and before I called the tow truck, I had to try starting my car. It started up instantly without any problem! I let it run for a minute then turned it off. I turned the key again and it started up again! And a third time, it started with no trouble! Whew! Anyway, there I was at JITB with TWO cars. What to do? I left my sister's car at JITB and drove my car to the local automotive place to where I was going to have it towed and they're going to look at the battery, starter and alternator to make sure nothing's really wrong. My co-worker and friend Kathy will drive me to JITB at lunch and she'll follow me to my sister's house where I will leave my sister's car, then Kathy will drive me back to work. The auto place will pick me up when my car is ready. :D
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Imagine by Fredric Brown
Imagine ghosts, gods and devils.
Imagine hells and heavens, cities floating in the sky and cities sunken in the sea.
Unicorns and centaurs. Witches, warlocks, jinns and banshees.
Angels and harpies. Charms and incantations. Elementals, familiars, demons.
Easy to imagine, all of those things: mankind has been imagining them for thousands of years.
Imagine spaceships and the future.
Easy to imagine: the future is really coming and there'll be spaceships in it.
Is there then anything that's hard to imagine?
Of course there is.
Imagine a piece of matter and yourself inside it, yourself aware, thinking and therefore knowing you exist, able to move that piece of matter that you are in, to make it sleep or wake, make love or walk uphill.
Imagine a universe - infinite or not, as you wish to picture it - with a billion, billion, billion suns in it.
Imagine a blob of mud whirling madly around one of those suns.
Imagine yourself standing on that blob of mud, whirling with it, whirling through time and space to an unknown destination.
Imagine!
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Paul Revere's Ride
Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
<SNIP>
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
That's not how I learned it...
Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
Down the bannister and through the floor
A hundred yard dash to the bathroom door!
;)
"Through" the floor?? That's exactly how I learned it, but that part never made sense.
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I bought the April Love/Tammy and the Bachelor soundtracks CD.
I wish Fox would give us April Love/Bernardine/Mardi Gras triple feature DVD!
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I was a fan of the poetry of Richard Brautigan, my favorites, of which, I cannot quote here, this being a family site and all...
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AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!! #2
The automotive place called...it's the battery AND the alternator. :'( They said the battery looks original (10 1/2 years old!) and the alternator has been working overtime to keep everything going, but no more. It'll be about $500. But that's cheaper than a new car. My sister said that she will help. That'll be my Christmas present. :)
To paraphrase Blanche DuBois, "I have always depended on the kindness of family."
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Just checking in. Now off to a reading at the York Theater, written by a dear BMI Workshop friend.
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Sorry, DR George. Your car must have known it was payday. :(
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Interesting theatre doings tonight for DRs Ben and FJL!
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Has anyone gone to see Wiseguys/Gold/Bounce/RoadShow/I Don't Know But Alaska yet?
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Gerald Schoenfeld (http://www.playbill.com/news/article/123685.html)
long-time Chairman of the Shubert Organization has passed away.
Sorry to read this. On one of our trips to NYC, while I was in meetings at the Foundation Center, DH Richard took a guided tour of Times Square. Mr. Schoenfeld introduced himself to the group and walked along with them for a while.
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my car has been inspected - - for $200.00! New brakes and rotators. . .yeesh!
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I am afraid to think about my car now.
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Too bad about the synchronization on this clip......song is still funny.
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=3rYoRaxgOE0 (http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=3rYoRaxgOE0)
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Boy them dames shore got dressed up to sang that little song!
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Time for Judge Judy.
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Boy them dames shore got dressed up to sang that little song!
Are they suppose to be teen agers?
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I skimmed through yesterday's AS THE WORLD TURNS as well as today's episode. Luke, Noah, and Brian were in today's show, lots of covert comments with nothing much advancing the plot. Dull.
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MAGIC SHOW II ?
FOX411 (http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,457159,00.html#3)
Jackman: Houdini on Broadway
Harry Houdini—magician, spy, object of fascination—is coming to Broadway.
Last night at 20th Century Fox’s swellicious premiere of “Australia” at the Plaza Hotel, the talk was of the movie’s Hugh Jackman starring in the Broadway musical of Houdini’s life.
Danny Elfman, once the leader of pop group Oingo Boingo and now often a composer of movie scores, is writing the music. Kurt Andersen, a former magazine editor and current radio host here in New York, is said to be working on the script although no one’s seen anything yet.
The main thing is that Hugh is already working on magic routines. The show, when it materializes, would include Jackman replicating big Houdini tricks on stage. Hugh has already played a magician in the movie, “The Prestige,” so he’s up for it. Magician extraordinaire Ricky Jay is said to be giving him advice. At some point the producers may reach out to David Blaine and to Cirque du Soleil for help
der Brucer
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I spent most of the afternoon with EUROPA. Very stylized look at Germany right after the war focusing on a protagonist with the will power and spine of a jellyfish. I go SO irritated with the film long before it was over. I hate to see characters with so little backbone pushed and shoved into doing stupid things as if they had no minds of their own.
And I never did figure out the director's use of color inserts among a mostly black and white film. Except for a few moments of bloodletting or a red handled emergency brake which plays an important part in the film a couple of times, the color inserts seemed weird and unnecessary. Maybe the 1 1/2 discs' worth of bonus features will illuminate some of my confusion.
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The audio commentary on the film is in Danish, and I listened (and read) about thirty minutes of it before turning it off. I'll continue with it and the other bonuses tonight.
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Edgar Albert Guest (1881-1959)
Thanksgiving
Gettin' together to smile an' rejoice,
An' eatin' an' laughin' with folks of your choice;
An' kissin' the girls an' declarin' that they
Are growin' more beautiful day after day;
Chattin' an' braggin' a bit with the men,
Buildin' the old family circle again;
Livin' the wholesome an' old-fashioned cheer,
Just for awhile at the end of the year.
Greetings fly fast as we crowd through the door
And under the old roof we gather once more
Just as we did when the youngsters were small;
Mother's a little bit grayer, that's all.
Father's a little bit older, but still
Ready to romp an' to laugh with a will.
Here we are back at the table again
Tellin' our stories as women an' men.
Bowed are our heads for a moment in prayer;
Oh, but we're grateful an' glad to be there.
Home from the east land an' home from the west,
Home with the folks that are dearest an' best.
Out of the sham of the cities afar
We've come for a time to be just what we are.
Here we can talk of ourselves an' be frank,
Forgettin' position an' station an' rank.
Give me the end of the year an' its fun
When most of the plannin' an' toilin' is done;
Bring all the wanderers home to the nest,
Let me sit down with the ones I love best,
Hear the old voices still ringin' with song,
See the old faces unblemished by wrong,
See the old table with all of its chairs
An' I'll put soul in my Thanksgivin' prayers.
der Brucer
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Sorry, DR George. Your car must have known it was payday. :(
Thanks. And payday is early...small consolation, though.
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my car has been inspected - - for $200.00! New brakes and rotators. . .yeesh!
Don't you hate it when that happens??
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I'm hopping off-line now for a bit to do some writing. Then I'll be headed back down for more viewing.
WBBL.
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Back from the exercise room. Happily empty but for one sour-looking jock, but he was just finishing up so he left pretty quickly. I did 5.2 miles in forty minutes, so that's pretty good, I think. Supposedly burned off 750 calories but I really don't have a clew exactly what that means. I then weighed myself on the scale, but it appears that I haven't lost anything in the last week - doubtful, and I suspect on my scale I'd be down at least two pounds. Have no idea how accurate or inaccurate either are.
BK, 3500 calories equals one pound. So, to lose a pound, you have to exercise more than four times that length/distance and not eat anything. Why is it so much easier to gain a pound than to lose a pound?? :-\
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my car has been inspected - - for $200.00! New brakes and rotators. . .yeesh!
Don't you hate it when that happens??
YES!
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Richard has offered to take my car to the tire place for an inspection tomorrow - now I'm afraid for him to do that!
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Why is it so much easier to gain a pound than to lose a pound?? :-\
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Not at a British casino!
der Brucer
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Why is it so much easier to gain a pound than to lose a pound?? :-\
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Not at a British casino!
der Brucer
Too true.
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All my dear Haines family is the best poetry!
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Good Evening!
Well, it was another good day of auditions. The session started off with one of my favorite "divas" singing(!) "Don't Rain On My Parade", and ended with a touching rendition of new song by another favorite "diva". In between, I had the pleasure of playing for and listening to lots of different singers - women and men - singing lots of different songs. And, best of all, there were even some heartfelt "Thank You's" in there as well as some hugs.
I like my job. :)
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As for the Topic of the Day...
Early in the morning
Of a lovely summer day,
As they lowered the bright awning
At the outdoor café,
I was breakfasting on croissants
And café au lait
Under greenery like scenery,
Rue François Premier.
They were hosing the hot pavement
With a dash of flashing spray
And a smell of summer showers
When the dust is drenched away,
Under greenery like scenery,
Rue François Premier.
I was twenty and a lover
And in Paradise to stay,
Very early in the morning
Of a lovely summer day.
-Robert Hillyer
*And Ned Rorem's setting of the poem, always puts me into a reflective mood.
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bk - Ms. Mayes sends her Love to the "Butterman". (?)
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Sounds like fun, DR JOSE!
My sister Paula is coming over in a bit and we are going to watch Little Rascals until we get too tired to watch anymore.
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bk - And Mr. Schwartz was not in attendance today, so there was no invitation to pass on.
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Boy them dames shore got dressed up to sang that little song!
Are they suppose to be teen agers?
They wuz when they first recorded it....but by the time of that clip....I would say no.....although that was the original recording that was playing.
Chordettes started as a female Barbershop Quartet.
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Last I read.....Pal Joey star was out with a hurt foot, and other guy was in for one performance.....now the original guy is OUT and the other guy is in......
Wonder what happened? And shouldn't the person who made the ORIGINAL casting decision bear SOME responsibility for this?
We either have to wait for the book to come out years from now...
...or DR Jose can give us the sordid details now.
Time will tell.
...But I'm not.
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*Although, maybe after the show opens... Hmm....
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And today's featured Hot Chocolate Flavor at 'wichcraft: Chocolate Malted. YUM!
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Topic of the Day:
THE PRIME OF LIFE by Issac Asimov, 1966
It was, in truth, an eager youth
Who halted me one day.
He gazed in bliss at me, and this
Is what he had to say:
"Why, mazel tov, it's Asimov,
A blessing on your head!
For many a year, I've lived in fear
That you were long since dead.
Or if alive, one fifty-five
Cold years had passed you by,
And left you weak, with poor physique,
Thin hair and rheumy eye.
For sure enough, I've read your stuff
Since I was but a lad
And couldn't spell or hardly tell
The good yarns from the bad.
My father, too, was reading you
Before he met my Ma.
For you he earned, once he had learned
About you from _his_ Pa.
Since time began, you wondrous man,
My ansestors did love
That s.f. dean and writing machine
The aged Asimov."
I'd had my fill. I said: "Be still!
I've kept my old-time spark.
My step is light, my eye is bright,
My hair is thick and dark."
His smile, in brief, spelled disbelief,
So this is what I did;
I scowled, you know, and with one blow,
I killed that rotten kid.
Author's remark: "Mazel tov" is a Hebrew phrase meaning "good fortune" and it is used by Jews as a joyful greeting on jubilant occasions - as a meeting with me should surely be.
And I found this bit o' info:
Asimov wrote a poem ("The Prime of Life") in which he rhymed his surname with "stars above"; someone else suggested amending the poem to rhyme it with "mazel tov", which he thought an improvement.
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I am afraid to think about my car now.
"Be afraid, be very afraid."
;D
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Sort of TOTD:
Today's mail included the Cd of "TONE POEMS OF COLOR" Conducted by Frank Sinatra. The poems are by Norman Sickel but it is a totally musical album. I loved this record when I was about 15. I've not heard since. A school friend's older brother had a copy. I've not heard it since those teen years.
Each musical poem (color) is a composition by the likes of Victor Young, Billy May & Gordon Jenkins.
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Last I read.....Pal Joey star was out with a hurt foot, and other guy was in for one performance.....now the original guy is OUT and the other guy is in......
Wonder what happened? And shouldn't the person who made the ORIGINAL casting decision bear SOME responsibility for this?
We either have to wait for the book to come out years from now...
...or DR Jose can give us the sordid details now.
Time will tell.
...But I'm not.
:-X
*Although, maybe after the show opens... Hmm....
How about a PM to the curious?? ;)
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And, Yes... Well, No... Well... I still have yet to find my keys.
However, I plan to pack my luggage at 7:00 - and should be done 7:30. Hopefully, whilst I am packing, I will come across my keys. If not then, then, hopefully, as I'm taking care of some decluttering and organizing later tonight.
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My other musical package today was the wonderful Sirba Octet's "A yiddishe mame" .
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Sounds like fun, DR JOSE!
My sister Paula is coming over in a bit and we are going to watch Little Rascals until we get too tired to watch anymore.
I hope my set arrives soon...I want to see Miss Crabtree.
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Today's mail included the CD of "TONE POEMS OF COLOR"
Well, if I had known you wanted a copy... :)
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DR JOSE the only way you're going to find your keys now is to have another set made.
Quite possibly.
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I hope my set arrives soon...
Mine has supposedly been shipped.
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Hmmm... It seems that there will be more blenders in Starbucks stores soon: sorbetto (http://www.starbucks.com/sorbetto/)
???
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AUGHGHGHGH-GH-GH-GH-GH-H-H-H-H-H!
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GEZUNDHEIT!
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What do you have to complain about, DR Ron Pulliam? You're on vacation all week!! :)
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Or are you just doing your Popeye imitation? ;)
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My other musical package today was the wonderful Sirba Octet's "A yiddishe mame" .
You coax the cheese right out of the blintz, Mame
And have upholst'ry covered in chintz, Mame
Need I go on?
I thought not.
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Need I go on?
No one's gonna stop ya! :)
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I stopped at the Verizon store to take a gander at the new Blackberry Storm. There are none to be had - or even viewed.
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The DH's 86 year old aunt, who lived in an assisted care facility fairly close to us, and who we have been caring for for the past several years, died peacefully in her sleep overnight, we learned this morning.
It was a bit of a shock, since other than mild dementia, physically she was doing very well. But I can't help but think that it is really a blessing, in many ways, as her quality of life was rapidly deteriorating.
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I've had a good day: drugs, the library, physical therapy and a discussion of Bollywood and the oafs who love it. a visit with aaron Gandy conderning a restoration project, putting away 5 cartons of DVDs, and a lot of packages in the post!
In college, for my roommate's wedding, I set this to music for a lyric soprano and solo cello, played by my dear friend Gary Holt who has been on the faculty of the Cologne Conservatory for years:
being to timelessness as it's to time,
love did no more begin than love will end:
where nothing is to breathe to stroll to swim
love is the air the ocean and the land
(do lovers suffer?all divinities
proudly descending put on deathful flesh:
are lovers glad?only their smallest joy's
a universe emerging from a wish)
love is the voice under all silences,
the hope which has no opposite in fear:
the strength so strong mere force is feebleness:
the truth more first than sun more last than star
- -do lovers love?why then to heaven with hell.
whatever sages say and fools,all's well
ee cummings
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DR singdaw - My condolences to your Family.
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OK... Running ten minutes late... -But I did start a load of laundry in the meantime....
Time to pack!
Laters...
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DR Singdaw - my condolences to you and yours as well.
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(((((Hugs for Jayson and Singdaw.)))))
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I may have missed if JR already posted it, but if you've never read Frances Farmer's absolutely elegant and profound poem THE JOURNEY, go to my website:
http://jeffreykauffman.net
Click on Frances Farmer, then on Multimedia, and it's there. She was an incredibly gifted writer. And this late-in-life poem is a testament to survival against inimitable odds.
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Vibes to Singdaw and hubby.
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Elmore, did you physical therapist go see Dostana?
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I'm packed!
-Well, all except for my socks - which are currently in the dryer.
Alas, still no keys. Hmm... ???
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Elmore, did you physical therapist go see Dostana?
DR MBarnum - Did you stop buying various DVDs and CDs so that you could have made the trip to NYC yourself to see "Dostana" here?
;)
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I have the DVD pre-ordered.
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A dream come true.....Ann Coulter's mouth wired shut http://news.aol.com/political-machine/2008/11/25/hear-this-ann-coulters-jaw-wired-shut/ (http://news.aol.com/political-machine/2008/11/25/hear-this-ann-coulters-jaw-wired-shut/)
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A dream come true.....Ann Coulter's mouth wired shut http://news.aol.com/political-machine/2008/11/25/hear-this-ann-coulters-jaw-wired-shut/ (http://news.aol.com/political-machine/2008/11/25/hear-this-ann-coulters-jaw-wired-shut/)
So... Did she really fall? Or was she pushed? ;)
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Thank you, DRs JoseSPiano, td, SWW, and MBarnum!!!
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...And after I was done with playing auditions today, I ran a few errands. One of those errands was picking up my train ticket for tomorrow morning's trip down to DC. -That should give me an extra 84 seconds to sleep in. ;)
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Hmmm... I wonder where bk ended up supping tonight? I guess I better prepare his list for the rest of the week. ;)
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The DH's 86 year old aunt, who lived in an assisted care facility fairly close to us, and who we have been caring for for the past several years, died peacefully in her sleep overnight, we learned this morning.
It was a bit of a shock, since other than mild dementia, physically she was doing very well. But I can't help but think that it is really a blessing, in many ways, as her quality of life was rapidly deteriorating.
~~~Vibes of Comfort to DR Singdaw and DH Jayson!!~~~
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Well, I have a few errands to run before rehearsal, so I'm off.
Until later. :)
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TOD: I memorized this in 9th grade. Homeroom Teacher Mr. Richardson was an "elderly" southern gentleman of a kind one rarely sees any longer. This poem meant something to him and he said we would never forget it. He was right.
By Rudyard Kipling
When Earth's last picture is painted
And the tubes are twisted and dried
When the oldest colors have faded
And the youngest critic has died
We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it
Lie down for an aeon or two
'Till the Master of all good workmen
Shall put us to work anew
And those that were good shall be happy
They'll sit in a golden chair
They'll splash at a ten league canvas
With brushes of comet's hair
They'll find real saints to draw from
Magdalene, Peter, and Paul
They'll work for an age at a sitting
And never be tired at all.
And only the Master shall praise us.
And only the Master shall blame.
And no one will work for the money.
No one will work for the fame.
But each for the joy of the working,
And each, in his separate star,
Will draw the thing as he sees it.
For the God of things as they are!
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A dream come true.....Ann Coulter's mouth wired shut http://news.aol.com/political-machine/2008/11/25/hear-this-ann-coulters-jaw-wired-shut/ (http://news.aol.com/political-machine/2008/11/25/hear-this-ann-coulters-jaw-wired-shut/)
So... Did she really fall? Or was she pushed? ;)
Or better yet...fed a knuckle sandwich.
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DR singdaw: Please hug Jayson for me and pass my condolences to him on the death of his aunt.
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Trying to post a long post but it's not posting. I'm in a new window now.
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I got back to the hotel around five-forty and have been dealing with a non-working Internet ever since. Unbelievable. Even though I had my standard three bars I could not connect. The tech came up, could do nothing, then had me call the wireless people. They reset on their end. Nada. I called Apple and unfortunately got some yokel in India who was trying to get me to change things and throw folders in the trash and I was not too nice to him and kept yelling at him to get me someone in the US. I simply refused to do what he was asking because I was afraid it would do harm. I then finally turned off the airport and plugged in the Ethernet cord, which is what I should have done in the first place - I didn't do it because last time I did that at my house, it screwed up my settings for some reason. But I looked at my settings and they seemed fine, except that I'm on Ethernet rather than Airport. I'll try the Airport in the morning to see what's what. However, to even test the bloody Ethernet connection, it made me log in for 1 day and pay - the front desk has assured me that any double charges will be removed immediately. If I have to re-log in tomorrow night (when the one day is up), I can log in for seven days (which I've already paid for). If the wireless is working in the morning, then I'm already logged in for my entire stay. What a pain in the ASS.
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Had to close the old window, which was not working.
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A dream come true.....Ann Coulter's mouth wired shut http://news.aol.com/political-machine/2008/11/25/hear-this-ann-coulters-jaw-wired-shut/ (http://news.aol.com/political-machine/2008/11/25/hear-this-ann-coulters-jaw-wired-shut/)
Too bad it didn't sever her typing hands as well.
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What a pain in the ASS.
But what a svelte ASS it is! :)
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Thanks, DRs George and Ron Pulliam!!
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Had good rehearsals today, and a nice sandwich at the Edison Hotel coffee shop. We visited the theater, which is VERY problematic - not enough depth. Had I been here when they looked at it I would have chosen a different space in the same complex. In fact, the different space is available and we tried to switch, but because we've already sold half a house worth of tix they couldn't do it. There's risers in the back of the stage which can't be moved, so we've lost about eight feet of space. Adam is going to have to reconfigure Turkey Lurkey Time a little to make it fit. They also have to put in a masonite floor over the carpet (which is both sticky and slippery) that is used for the show in that space. And, to top it all off, people can only enter and exit from ONE side. I'm really unhappy about all of it, but we'll do the best we can do.
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I got back to the hotel around five-forty and have been dealing with a non-working Internet ever since. Unbelievable. Even though I had my standard three bars I could not connect. The tech came up, could do nothing, then had me call the wireless people. They reset on their end. Nada. I called Apple and unfortunately got some yokel in India who was trying to get me to change things and throw folders in the trash and I was not too nice to him and kept yelling at him to get me someone in the US. I simply refused to do what he was asking because I was afraid it would do harm. I then finally turned off the airport and plugged in the Ethernet cord, which is what I should have done in the first place - I didn't do it because last time I did that at my house, it screwed up my settings for some reason. But I looked at my settings and they seemed fine, except that I'm on Ethernet rather than Airport. I'll try the Airport in the morning to see what's what. However, to even test the bloody Ethernet connection, it made me log in for 1 day and pay - the front desk has assured me that any double charges will be removed immediately. If I have to re-log in tomorrow night (when the one day is up), I can log in for seven days (which I've already paid for). If the wireless is working in the morning, then I'm already logged in for my entire stay. What a pain in the ASS.
Well... That can sort of be a normal "experience" with hotel wireless connections, so... -You need to travel more. ;)
I'm betting that the problem may be with your Mac. Well, rather the fact that you have a Mac - and the hotel's system is PC-based. Yes, the wireless/WiFi connection should be "transparent" and cross-platform, but there are some known issues. I know that the wireless set-up down at Chelsea studios sometimes has "issues" with Macs or vice versa.
Next time, if you have an Ethernet Cord available for connection, use that first. -That will help "reset" your IP address and location set-up. -And should make it "easier" for any subsequent wireless connection.
In the meantime... Breathe.
*Or just take advantage of your iPhone's 3G connection. ;)
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Had good rehearsals today, and a nice sandwich at the Edison Hotel coffee shop. We visited the theater, which is VERY problematic - not enough depth. Had I been here when they looked at it I would have chosen a different space in the same complex. In fact, the different space is available and we tried to switch, but because we've already sold half a house worth of tix they couldn't do it. There's risers in the back of the stage which can't be moved, so we've lost about eight feet of space. Adam is going to have to reconfigure Turkey Lurkey Time a little to make it fit. They also have to put in a masonite floor over the carpet (which is both sticky and slippery) that is used for the show in that space. And, to top it all off, people can only enter and exit from ONE side. I'm really unhappy about all of it, but we'll do the best we can do.
OH! You're in that theatre/space. :-\
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Condolences to Jayson and DR Singdaw.
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I am currently fast forwarding thru the DANCING WITH THE STARS finale. The first hour was extremely boring (except for the roast). All just past dancers doing past routines (not even the top 3).
And since i already know who won it's sort of boring!
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Hmm.... So, since I wasn't watching the reunion show for "The Real Housewives of Atlanta", I had the TV tuned to ABC to watch the finale of "Dancing with the Stars"... My favorite quotes so far:
"And congratulations, I hear Lance is the father. -Maybe the baby will come out of the womb and the closet on the same day... Oh, come on, folks... What can you really say about Lance Bass that hasn't already been said about Clay Aiken?"
;D
*And they're all being good sports about the comedic digs.
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Condolences to DR Singdaw and hubby.
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DR Jose i thought the roast was the only decent part of the show so far!
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It is not nice to yell at Indians.
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DR Jose i thought the roast was the only decent part of the show so far!
Yep. I guess ABC cancelled too many shows - or just wanted to take as many time slots tonight as possible. The results show should only have been 30 minutes. Well, just 10, but... ;)
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I am eating scrambled eggs with spinach.
Desert will be a delicious chocolate brownie.
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Latha Radakrishan is now my new diabetes doctor. I see her soon.
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Okay so tonight i went to see TWILIGHT the movie. I went in trying not to pre-judge it too much
and knowing that i would probably feel a lot of the casting was off.
I think the movie was decent. Although the book is much much better. I'm thinking that most of the people that raved about it were the under 16 crowd.
I actually thought that Kristen Stewart was quite well cast as Bella. I think she was the best cast of the group. I also thought laurent/james/victoria were very well cast.
I did not like Carlisle. But i was okay with esme, emmitt, rosalie and jasper. Alice (one of my fav characters in the book) was just not how i pictured her at all.
I really wish that they would let the original author work on the screenplay for the movie. And since i've read all the books i can't really remember where Twilight the book ends. But there were scenes added. And a lot left out. And a lot rearranged.
I am not sure how much i like the guy who played edward. To me his look was all wrong. But he sort of grew on me.
I think the movie was good. But it had the potential to be great, which is sort of sad.
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Latha Radakrishan is now my new diabetes doctor. I see her soon.
"her"? Oh, sorry about that. ;)
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DR Jose i thought the roast was the only decent part of the show so far!
Yep. I guess ABC cancelled too many shows - or just wanted to take as many time slots tonight as possible. The results show should only have been 30 minutes. Well, just 10, but... ;)
They could have filled the 2 hours. But i hate seeing the bad ones dance again, Especially doing dances that most of them were not very good at anyways.
If you want to save some time just go to dialidol, who wins is already decided.
I actually do want to see their final dances though. Hopefully that will be interesting.
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Oh and i don't think anyone much here watches the Hills. But wow this week's episode was good!
And apparently Speidi got hitched last week (eloped). Heidi's sis was live on the After Show and she not only wasn't told, but when she realized it had happened last week (and she only found out on monday) she had tears in her eyes! Poor holly.
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I am still getting over my annoyance at having wasted three precious hours dealing with the stupidity of the Internet situation. I went out to a nearby PAX deli and got a bad ham sandwich and a little Asian slaw, which wasn't much better - but the whole calorie counts was about six hundred calories, so that's not bad. I probably ate a total of about 1600 calories today, but if the machine is to be believed, I ran off 750 of them.
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Oh and i don't think anyone much here watches the Hills. But wow this week's episode was good!
And apparently Speidi got hitched last week (eloped). Heidi's sis was live on the After Show and she not only wasn't told, but when she realized it had happened last week (and she only found out on monday) she had tears in her eyes! Poor holly.
...And it looks like they were paid to get married... Since the wedding photos were all ready for publication in this week's "Us Weekly". Hmmm...
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The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck
Shone round him o'er the dead.
Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud, though childlike form.
The flames roll'd on...he would not go
Without his father's word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.
He call'd aloud..."Say, father, say
If yet my task is done!"
He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.
"Speak, father!" once again he cried
"If I may yet be gone!"
And but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames roll'd on.
Upon his brow he felt their breath,
And in his waving hair,
And looked from that lone post of death,
In still yet brave despair;
And shouted but one more aloud,
"My father, must I stay?"
While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud
The wreathing fires made way,
They wrapt the ship in splendour wild,
They caught the flag on high,
And stream'd above the gallant child,
Like banners in the sky.
There came a burst of thunder sound...
The boy-oh! where was he?
Ask of the winds that far around
With fragments strewed the sea.
With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part;
But the noblest thing which perished there
Was that young faithful heart.
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Or, if you prefer...............
The boy stood on the burning deck,
The flames 'round him did roar;
He found a bar of Ivory Soap
And washed himself ashore.
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Or, my personal favorite..........
The boy stood on the burning deck
Eating peanuts by the peck;
His father called, he would not go
Because he loved those peanuts so.
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Oh and i don't think anyone much here watches the Hills. But wow this week's episode was good!
And apparently Speidi got hitched last week (eloped). Heidi's sis was live on the After Show and she not only wasn't told, but when she realized it had happened last week (and she only found out on monday) she had tears in her eyes! Poor holly.
...And it looks like they were paid to get married... Since the wedding photos were all ready for publication in this week's "Us Weekly". Hmmm...
Well i think they got paid for the photos. But i wonder if they really are married. Or how far in advance this was planned. I am sort of surprised that heidi would not tell her mom or sis.
And i wonder if this whole wedding was filmed for the show.
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Oh, the first poem was, of course, CASABINANCA.
The second and third have no name that I am aware of, but I believe the last one came from Rocky and Bulwinkle.
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And of course it's shocking that two references to Scotty Beckett in the book are accompanied by photographs of Dickie Moore....this from the "experts!"
I went to school with his brother, Dinty.
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Just watched LAW & ORDER: SVU, and all I can say is "Wow!" Impressive episode from start to finish.
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Well, it only took 11 hours to run off the newsletters.
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EUROPA has one of the most extensive bonus sections I've ever had to maneuver. The featurettes were too long and featured too many film clips repeated ad infinitum.
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Singdaw, I am sorry to hear about Jayson's aunt. But, golly -- 86 years of good health! I hope I am that lucky!
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I did manage to watch two TV shows tonight. I began with NCIS which wrapped up their "mole" story arc that's been off and on since the beginning of the season. I found it very satisfying.
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FRINGE had a magnificently creepy opening sequence. Some of the rest of the show was a slog, but I still ended up enjoying it overall, and the conspiracy storyline did move forward somewhat.
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Condolences to singdaw and Jayson
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I'm going to head down now to get some sleep.
Good night!