Author: Allegra

Just finished watching a seriously strange and wondrous cultural artifact. Keith, for reasons best known to God, decided to pull out the 1933 Opus “42nd Street” and watch it. Like, first thing this morning, which was about 10:00. (Paul had gone off to work).

I realized I had slid onto an alternate plane of processed cheese when I heard 72 year old dialogue like “Anytime Annie? She only said no once, and that was because she didn’t hear the question!”

The movie itself is no great shakes, and Warner Baxter could have stood a thicker mustache (this line deleted) but what really pulled me were the two little pieces of “filler” at the end. Okay, picture that you’re on the Columbia football team and you just won the Rose Bowl and it’s 1933 and for publicity purposes you are being tossed on a bus, and pulled off the bus in Hollywood and thrown into a big pile of BUSBY BERKELEY STARLETS. Oh, da humanity. Then they all dogpile ya, with their fancy clothes on.

The other piece of entertainment was quite amusing. It showed a very raffinee party during which Harry Warner (the composer of the musical – 42nd Street) sang and played, and a whole bunch of his ‘guests’ sang and played. It was like an MTV video that was a) black and white b) didn’t have seven billion jumpcuts per second and c) didn’t take itself really seriously. Oh, and the woman who sounds like Betty Boop….. so wonderful.

Pic is of the path behind the fOlks’ place.

Did the tarot for both myself and Paul this morning…. Death came up as the first card for both of us. Hope he calls me once he gets to work. I worry about that guy.

There’s this wonderful story called Obstinate Uncle Otis. In it he disbelieves a whole bunch of things and they all disappear. He finally disbelieves that he exists and Poof~!

Anyway, that’s about where I am right now. I am cheerfully disbelieving everything in the hope it will go away.

Katie is off at the non bf’s; her previous plans got the parental “You’re old enough to make your own decisions but wow you sound like you’re going to get deleted and then deleted in a truck with a couple of deleted” seal of disapproval. For reasons best known to herself Katie decided that these wonderful plans, which don’t sound worse for having the details omitted, were probably not advancing her long term best interests and decided to chill with her non bf instead, which all things considered constitutes a large improvement. I mean, I actually like the kid, and he has a JOB.

Paul was off at circle last night in Poco; he says it was wonderful as always; I was glad to hear it.

Anyway, if anybody has GOOD news, please let me know.

Have you been enjoying the onslaught of mooses? It’s amazing what you get when you imagegoogle weird moose. I am now wondering what other quaint critters I can find.

I light a candle for John and Jackie Knill who were confirmed dead in Thailand. They were friends of a friend of mine; she ran into them in a coffee shop the day they left. We must love each other while we can.

I light a candle for Unca Dave, who blew through town this week and I didna get to see him. I light a candle for Paul, who is not having a good time these days. And for Keith, who went to Karate even though his mouth was still really sore from the dentist.

Be Thou mine, be Thou mine, welcome Sophia;

You are welcome any time

Be Thou mine, be Thou mine, enter Sophia;

You may enter any time.

Now I have a chorus and no song to go with it. Playing Mandolin sure has changed a lot of things in my brain.

Pampas grass from the fOlks’ yard.

It was about Hunter S Thompson but that web link is toast.

I’ve just smoked a ball of opium – no pain (no conversation either, but oh well)

note to anyone reading this. I smoked opium precisely once, ten years ago, and while I’m glad I did it for archival and educational purposes I have no interest in doing that again because candidly it was about the best I ever felt, and we all know how that goes

usual amount of pain from joints which never goes away and sometimes moves up the scale

sunburn

costochondritis

chest pain from humiliation or breakup <— mental, but it still fucking hurts

IBS flare up

migraine

gall bladder colic

broken shoulder

L5-S1 disc blowout

childbirth – LOTS OF PAIN

I light a candle for Mike’s mom, who got carted off to hospital with much the same ailment that put MY old man horsey de combat a few years back. Pic is from the beach walk.

This is Malcolm X as a child. He was killed 40 years ago today. By any means necessary Malcolm!!!

It’s like the calm before the storm…. everything so peaceful. http://apod.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/astropix.html is excellent today. Love those aurorae. http://www.xmission.com/~emailbox/mapping.htm has a certain accuracy. Pic is to indicate that we are still in full bore Buffyverse mode. Buffy has just killed her first Ubervamp.

Yikes Lexi I never paid for the Steve Earle (and the Dukes) ticket. But I will. Amazing concert. Just bloody amazing. Now that I’ve seen him live, I’m definitely a fan – and I nearly swooned when he pulled out a mandolin, although I remember thinking that I’d heard some mandolin on a Steve Earle tune before. No duh! Copperhead Road – there’s even mando tab on it when you google images for Copperhead Road. Considering that I felt like hammered scrap most of yesterday it’s startling how perky I felt when I left the Commodore last night. Then came home and chilled with Katie before I collapsed. Another gorgeous mornin’ – Paul will be home soon and I get the car, tra la la. Steve Earle characterized himself as a borderline Marxist! Hope ev’y’body has a good week.