Weblog 41
November 19, 2006~2:30pm
Wayne and I watched the most remarkable film last night! (I've joined Blockbuster Online, and can pick and choose so many 'hard to find' choices. So much better than walking around the rental place with teens boisterously calling to one another as they pick up this slasher movie and that- marketed to the Ipod generation with taste in their feet..... the online choices are endless, and I've set up an amazing queue of things that read like a Christmas list of wonderful jim-jam thing-a-ma-jigs.) The movie was 'The Source'
which traces the development of the Beat Generation through the mid-fifties up to the present. Original film clips, historic events weaving through them seamlessly- to see those wonderful faces and hear their voices.....it was heaven.
What struck me most was the gentleness of those seminal writers. The sweetness and the real desire to communicate the goodness of life to anyone who would listen. The desire to heal what was broken. The childlike wonder of it all. The innocence.
So I was able to go to bed at a reasonable hour, full of tenderness. Full of gratitude to those pioneer poets, my head full of stardust, with my ears lovingly stopped up and hearing only their voices.
'The Belle of Amherst'
is coming. With Julie Harris-
'Mark Twain Tonight'
with Hal Holbrook.....oh goodness, what a wonderland in store! Why I didn't do this before is beyond me. Only 9.99 per month- keep the movie as long as I like- no late fees or timetable- just put it in its envelope and drop it in a mailbox. They send the next as soon as they receive it. Watching just the one film each Saturday, this works out fine for me. (In the 'old days' -we used to stay up practically till dawn watching 3, sometimes 4 films, like gluttons- most of them junk. LOL!!) But growning older now, we pace ourselves and savor-- and oh lord, it was so hard to find one film worth it each week. Now we can....
Netflix offered something similar, but it was limited to 3 films per month for twelve something and change.
This works out better, and I do remember all the documentaries and hard-to-find films that Blockbuster has always offered. I feel like I've found CHRISTMAS itself! Weekends are gonna rock, I can tell you that.
November 19, 2006~ 7:45pm
Home now and settled in after an afternoon of grocery shopping and eating out with my mother. I am in a good mood today. Even Christmas decorations are making me happy- Scrooge that I usually am, viewing those things with something akin to dread and panic. Small things are making me peaceful and settled inside. My few buddies, loyal and true who followed me to the new posting site, even if just to read and not post- that makes me really happy to have some compatriots in an online world I grow more and more distrustful of and wary. I like people who keep enough distance so that I don't feel totally alone, yet far enough away that I don't wanna bolt to get away from either claustrophobic scrutiny or creepy faux intimacy. These are 'regular folks'- with lives and interests outside the net, who nonetheless get the hankering to check in a couple of times a day, and read and say 'hey' now and again. And that's just the right distance for comfort.
And there is is this....
(look down at the bottom under the 'free and personal')
It's a really great feeling to think the creators of the shortal website think this place is spruced up enough to take out and show off a bit.....really gratifying....I'm grinnin' right now. I believe the last time I was used as an example it had to be over something negative..........lol...so this is real nice and neighborly.
Note: At some point soon, this page will disappear, because Shortal is shutting down the free pages due to having sold to another enterprise-- that will be charging. If the link is not there, I've taken a webshot of what it looked like....once upon a time.
November 21, 2006~ 7:15pm
First of all...I'm very, very happy for TWO reasons today. (No, I'm not off tomorrow...lol....but- I DO have Friday off, and I didn't expect to. That ought'a make that second helping of stuffing go down real easy at the Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday. (Once again, thank GOD for my sister, who puts out a lavish feast each year.) I survive on toast and bologna sandwiches, so this is so far beyond me, it may as well be quantum physics.
Secondly, I used my PayPal today, and as I type this, a copy of Rebecca Loudon's book, 'The Radish King' is being wrapped and on its way to yours truly! Irresistable!--she's the poet I want to be when I grow up. LOL! Seriously, this lady can write the pants off of anyone, her style is so mysterious and different. There are many, many fine poets writing on the internet today that I've enjoyed, but no one- no one- takes me places like this lady does. I mean....just look at this
BOOK!
and read the one poem exerpt. I'll tell you....if the poems inside this marvelous cover are anywhere near the quality of 'topgallent', I've paid a small sum to be taken to a phenomenally wondrous world where nothing will be predictable and everything surprises. What a writer.....
November 22, 2006~ 5:15am
Ah, last early morning 'get-up' for the next four days. Knowing that, I can nearly savor it, aware that tomorrow I'll be sleeping in, and the next day- and the day after that and the day after that. Today always brings the chill of Dallas of 43 years ago- (43 YEARS ago-- my God, the time rushes past so fast it pins my ears back!) and how somber was the Thanksgiving of that sad, sad time-- the riderless horse, the long procession of mourners-- the bleak and respectful rotunda- never as hollow in its vaulting size as when it houses a coffin- sadness too big even for its vastness. Every year I remember, and feel stricken.
Hunters will be taking to the woods soon. Deer will be bounding out onto the roads in terrible panic. It's a spare world, is November- where nothing can hide while all the branches are denuded, and whatever solace people can cling to in the warmth and color of summer, and the vibrancy of fall's crispness and color is gone. November is a time for meditations on mortality
and yes, reflections on what we're thankful for. I cannot forget that. Through all of it, the life still runs-- sometimes in blind panic like the deer, aware of being pursued-- and sometimes running toward the bosom of family to join in held hands and magnificent food, while making our little light in the naked forest. Raising a glass and chuckling at the humor of so much of it. If you've a taste for a few smiles amidst these sober November reflections I can't seem to shake right now- have a wee peek at the new Mad Pictures page. That gave me a few things to smile at last night, and I hope it lightens your morning for you. Hey, we're all in this together. We may as well laugh and eat hearty, right?
November 22, 2006~ 6:30am
Yahoo! Made it through the day, got all my work cleaned up and now relaxing at 'Home Sweet Home'. 'Tis the season........of....... ah, EGG NOG! There is nothing in the world my male cat enjoys more than his nightly serving and as soon as I saw it appear in the grocery store on Saturday, I bought a quart and carried it home like gold. All Beethoven needs to hear is "Nog?"---- and he's totally transported into rapture.
The female one, Ed Harris (complete food hog and thief that she is) merely sniffs, feigning great mewing interest, then walks away. I made the mistake however, of starting 'his nibs' on a small bowl of nog about a half hour after his nightly treat of the wet stuff. I did it the first night, then couldn't figure out why he was so pestery and VOCAL on Monday night. Just a real pain in the ass: crying and then becoming NUTSO- careening around the house like he was one again instead of the sixteen arthritic years he actually is- tearing up and down the steps sounding like a herd of horses! Drove me nuts-
--until I remembered what his agitation was all about. He was jonesing for NOG! LOL!!! Boy, you should have heard him chirrrrup and sing and serenade me as I walked to the refrigerator to get it, laughing the whole time. He nearly had a seizure when I had it clamped in my hand and started to SHAKE IT....
Now it's the routine, and tonight he had a bit of a 'tilt' reaction. Puked all over the rug and projectile-vomited onto my jacket hanging over the back of the chair.....
The rascal.....too much of a good thing is just TOO DAMN MUCH. lol....
And there is Ed Harris, the poofster female.....guarding a two-course meal of both wet and dry food, in her usual position at the kitchen sink on the floor mat. You'd never know it, but she's in her idea of heaven right there.....well......if the bowl were actually tureen-size, that is. If it is possible to eat until you explode, my money's on that one.
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Wayne and I watched the most remarkable film last night! (I've joined Blockbuster Online, and can pick and choose so many 'hard to find' choices. So much better than walking around the rental place with teens boisterously calling to one another as they pick up this slasher movie and that- marketed to the Ipod generation with taste in their feet..... the online choices are endless, and I've set up an amazing queue of things that read like a Christmas list of wonderful jim-jam thing-a-ma-jigs.) The movie was 'The Source'
which traces the development of the Beat Generation through the mid-fifties up to the present. Original film clips, historic events weaving through them seamlessly- to see those wonderful faces and hear their voices.....it was heaven.
What struck me most was the gentleness of those seminal writers. The sweetness and the real desire to communicate the goodness of life to anyone who would listen. The desire to heal what was broken. The childlike wonder of it all. The innocence.
So I was able to go to bed at a reasonable hour, full of tenderness. Full of gratitude to those pioneer poets, my head full of stardust, with my ears lovingly stopped up and hearing only their voices.
'The Belle of Amherst'
is coming. With Julie Harris-'Mark Twain Tonight'
with Hal Holbrook.....oh goodness, what a wonderland in store! Why I didn't do this before is beyond me. Only 9.99 per month- keep the movie as long as I like- no late fees or timetable- just put it in its envelope and drop it in a mailbox. They send the next as soon as they receive it. Watching just the one film each Saturday, this works out fine for me. (In the 'old days' -we used to stay up practically till dawn watching 3, sometimes 4 films, like gluttons- most of them junk. LOL!!) But growning older now, we pace ourselves and savor-- and oh lord, it was so hard to find one film worth it each week. Now we can....Netflix offered something similar, but it was limited to 3 films per month for twelve something and change.
This works out better, and I do remember all the documentaries and hard-to-find films that Blockbuster has always offered. I feel like I've found CHRISTMAS itself! Weekends are gonna rock, I can tell you that.
November 19, 2006~ 7:45pm
Home now and settled in after an afternoon of grocery shopping and eating out with my mother. I am in a good mood today. Even Christmas decorations are making me happy- Scrooge that I usually am, viewing those things with something akin to dread and panic. Small things are making me peaceful and settled inside. My few buddies, loyal and true who followed me to the new posting site, even if just to read and not post- that makes me really happy to have some compatriots in an online world I grow more and more distrustful of and wary. I like people who keep enough distance so that I don't feel totally alone, yet far enough away that I don't wanna bolt to get away from either claustrophobic scrutiny or creepy faux intimacy. These are 'regular folks'- with lives and interests outside the net, who nonetheless get the hankering to check in a couple of times a day, and read and say 'hey' now and again. And that's just the right distance for comfort.
And there is is this....
(look down at the bottom under the 'free and personal')
It's a really great feeling to think the creators of the shortal website think this place is spruced up enough to take out and show off a bit.....really gratifying....I'm grinnin' right now. I believe the last time I was used as an example it had to be over something negative..........lol...so this is real nice and neighborly.
Note: At some point soon, this page will disappear, because Shortal is shutting down the free pages due to having sold to another enterprise-- that will be charging. If the link is not there, I've taken a webshot of what it looked like....once upon a time.
November 21, 2006~ 7:15pm
First of all...I'm very, very happy for TWO reasons today. (No, I'm not off tomorrow...lol....but- I DO have Friday off, and I didn't expect to. That ought'a make that second helping of stuffing go down real easy at the Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday. (Once again, thank GOD for my sister, who puts out a lavish feast each year.) I survive on toast and bologna sandwiches, so this is so far beyond me, it may as well be quantum physics.
Secondly, I used my PayPal today, and as I type this, a copy of Rebecca Loudon's book, 'The Radish King' is being wrapped and on its way to yours truly! Irresistable!--she's the poet I want to be when I grow up. LOL! Seriously, this lady can write the pants off of anyone, her style is so mysterious and different. There are many, many fine poets writing on the internet today that I've enjoyed, but no one- no one- takes me places like this lady does. I mean....just look at this
and read the one poem exerpt. I'll tell you....if the poems inside this marvelous cover are anywhere near the quality of 'topgallent', I've paid a small sum to be taken to a phenomenally wondrous world where nothing will be predictable and everything surprises. What a writer.....
November 22, 2006~ 5:15am
Ah, last early morning 'get-up' for the next four days. Knowing that, I can nearly savor it, aware that tomorrow I'll be sleeping in, and the next day- and the day after that and the day after that. Today always brings the chill of Dallas of 43 years ago- (43 YEARS ago-- my God, the time rushes past so fast it pins my ears back!) and how somber was the Thanksgiving of that sad, sad time-- the riderless horse, the long procession of mourners-- the bleak and respectful rotunda- never as hollow in its vaulting size as when it houses a coffin- sadness too big even for its vastness. Every year I remember, and feel stricken.
Hunters will be taking to the woods soon. Deer will be bounding out onto the roads in terrible panic. It's a spare world, is November- where nothing can hide while all the branches are denuded, and whatever solace people can cling to in the warmth and color of summer, and the vibrancy of fall's crispness and color is gone. November is a time for meditations on mortality
and yes, reflections on what we're thankful for. I cannot forget that. Through all of it, the life still runs-- sometimes in blind panic like the deer, aware of being pursued-- and sometimes running toward the bosom of family to join in held hands and magnificent food, while making our little light in the naked forest. Raising a glass and chuckling at the humor of so much of it. If you've a taste for a few smiles amidst these sober November reflections I can't seem to shake right now- have a wee peek at the new Mad Pictures page. That gave me a few things to smile at last night, and I hope it lightens your morning for you. Hey, we're all in this together. We may as well laugh and eat hearty, right?
November 22, 2006~ 6:30am
Yahoo! Made it through the day, got all my work cleaned up and now relaxing at 'Home Sweet Home'. 'Tis the season........of....... ah, EGG NOG! There is nothing in the world my male cat enjoys more than his nightly serving and as soon as I saw it appear in the grocery store on Saturday, I bought a quart and carried it home like gold. All Beethoven needs to hear is "Nog?"---- and he's totally transported into rapture.
The female one, Ed Harris (complete food hog and thief that she is) merely sniffs, feigning great mewing interest, then walks away. I made the mistake however, of starting 'his nibs' on a small bowl of nog about a half hour after his nightly treat of the wet stuff. I did it the first night, then couldn't figure out why he was so pestery and VOCAL on Monday night. Just a real pain in the ass: crying and then becoming NUTSO- careening around the house like he was one again instead of the sixteen arthritic years he actually is- tearing up and down the steps sounding like a herd of horses! Drove me nuts-
--until I remembered what his agitation was all about. He was jonesing for NOG! LOL!!! Boy, you should have heard him chirrrrup and sing and serenade me as I walked to the refrigerator to get it, laughing the whole time. He nearly had a seizure when I had it clamped in my hand and started to SHAKE IT....
Now it's the routine, and tonight he had a bit of a 'tilt' reaction. Puked all over the rug and projectile-vomited onto my jacket hanging over the back of the chair.....
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