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[bk]

Been sending music to singers.

[singdaw]

Good night, friends.

[John G.]

Had a nice happy hour at a weird, crappy bar.

[John G.]

They had no menu, but they had a table of free food, including jalapeño pot roast and dirty rice in crockpots.

[John G.]

There weren’t many people there on a Friday night. Odd.

[John G.]

But people were glad to see each other.

[John G.]

Then went dancing at the Arthur Murray Thanksgiving party where I danced and danced.

[John G.]

Now I’m trying to relax a little.

[George]

Things that keep me up at night:

1]  isn't it strange that John the Baptist and Winnie the Pooh have the same middle name?

AND Kermit the Frog!

[John G.]

I’m starting to watch The Damned. It’s fascinating, but the dubbing is irritating.

[George]

Gratuitous Post #100!!

[George]

I’m starting to watch The Damned. It’s fascinating, but the dubbing is irritating.

So John, is it...damned fascinating??

[John G.]

Things that keep me up at night:

1]  isn't it strange that John the Baptist and Winnie the Pooh have the same middle name?

AND Kermit the Frog!

And Claudius the God and Ivan the Terrible

[John G.]

I’m starting to watch The Damned. It’s fascinating, but the dubbing is irritating.

So John, is it...damned fascinating??

Ja wohl.

[John G.]

How are you tonight, George?

[bk]

Finished with my viewing - just a bit of My Neighbor Totoro.

[bk]

Now I'm listening to music.

[bk]

And I don't care who knows it.

[bk]

Certainly I know it.

[bk]

Because I'm listening to it.

[bk]

Funny how that works.

[Jane]

We had a fun evening with a cousin of Keith's, and his wife, we met through genealogy.   

[Jane]

'night

[John G.]

Good night, all.

[bk]

Listening to a magnificent La Boheme recording - Sir Thomas Beecham with Victoria do Los Angeles and Jussi Borling. Mono from 1956, but great sound and what a performance. The only other one I have is Leinsdorf with Anna Moffo, which I like very much, but this one's in another league altogether.

[TCB]

In summer 1968, one of my summer theatre roommates kept urging me to read Catch-22. I read the first chapter and thought, this is stupid. In retrospect I was a true naïf, completely unaware of the absurdities of existence who had no sympathy or understanding of alcoholic Masha's answer in The Sea Gull to the question why she always wore black: I'm in mourning for my life.

A couple of years later, I thought I'd give Catch-22 another try. I read the first chapter, which involves a body completely encased in bandages in a military hospital ward, and closed the book, thinking, what a stupid book; people really like this book?

Should be three posts!

[TCB]

In 1973, after a disastrous year of failing as a college instructor because of my own immaturity and complete and the fact that I was unsuitable for the post, I returned to mommy and daddy to hide out, lick my wounds, grow up, or kill myself. A good friend's brother and I were talking books one night in a bar where the theatre folk gathered after whatever, and he mentioned Catch-22. I still had my copy, and the next day I read the first chapter, laughed my head off, and finished the book several days later. By the time I reached the final chapters and the account of Snowden's death, I no longer laughed. I wept, I keened, I mourned. It was gard to read the pages through the tears. No other book ever affected me so strongly until I read Gwen Cooper's novel about Manhattan's Lower East Side between 1975 and 1995, grubby politics and the cruelty it does to the poorer people it represents, a record store, a rock star, family estrangement, personal ambitions vs marriage, Jewish family dynamics, and the music of our lives, much of it observed through the eyes of a young cat named Prudence.

Should be 6 to 8 posts.

[TCB]

I went over to my uncle's house last night about 11 p.m. and sat with him and my sister for a couple of hours.

He is in his hospital bed in his living room.  He takes morphine & larzapan (sp).  Today at 5 p.m. they are moving him to the hospice facility called The Gathering House.

His sister - our aunt Martha who is mostly drunk 24/7 - and her crazy daughter called last night demanding to know why they hadn't been told everything......why they were the last to know anything......

My brother called her and said this is what we know and this is what is happening.  You could have come over ANY TIME to see him when you could TALK to him.....  They are coming by the house today at noon, so I'm going to go over there to be with my uncle and my cousin Mickey....

My aunt is grieving.....I'm going to invite me to go to the meeting at the funeral home on Monday - I doubt that she will.

My uncle has everything written down the way he wants it - if our Aunt wants something, as long as it isn't AGAINST his wishes - it will be done.....   Her daughter is so jealous & greedy that she can't see straight, she's also on some kind of drugs.  She doesn't have a key to the house (my sister and our cousin Mickey do)....and they are executors.  EVERYTHING is written out. 

If they have a question, our uncle said let them call the attorney.

So sad.

My thoughts and prayers to Jrand and his family

[TCB]

With a possible exception or two.

[TCB]

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