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July 26, 2009~ 12:45am
I've been thinking about 'programming'....those things that get under the skin at a very tender age and continue to cling through all the years. Things like crushes.

I'm willing to bet that every woman has some actor who still makes her want to swoon, and every man is still a little bit in love with some movie siren, and no matter how many years pass, somewhere inside is that old 'fluttery feeling' when that face is glimpsed again. For everyone, it's someone.



I know a priest who still goes weak-kneed looking at Sophia Loren. My own brother-in-law has a lifelong passion for Elizabeth Taylor.....and me?

Well, since the age of 13, there was a beacon called 'Burton'.

Ever since I saw the movie 'Becket', I've been smitten. There's never been an actor- or a voice I've loved as much. He lights the sky for me....always did....

  

there was a narrow beam of light... and then a name....a face.....a voice...



and I'd developed a crush that's lasted from that day to this. So I was thrilled when I saw Dick Cavett's latest installment in the New York Times this week! It not only has a fine article (as all Cavett's are)- it features a full, half-hour CLIP of a Burton interview from 1980! (I don't have a fast enough connection for streaming, and I've taken all macromedia out of my PC here at home...lol) but I went to work early on Friday just so I could watch the entire show.

And there he was, older, white-sideburned and certainly showing the wear of time and hard-living on his face, but oh Lord! -what a face!



If you have a hankering to see him interact outside of scripted movies, or to tell stories about Wales, or hilarious tales of his father- (even to get a peek at his red socks!).....here.

And YIPPIE! Dick Cavett has promised to feature more of this 4-part interview in coming weeks. (I've gotta pop in my copy of 'Who's Afraid Of Virginia Woolf' and watch it sometime this week. Nostalgia reigns supreme right now, and the Welshman is front and center.)

I've also just completed the August edition of 'The Blue House', and put it online. If your interests tend to melodious-voiced actors, perhaps you'd also enjoy some poetry.

If that is the case, please do have a look at



There's a variety of styles, with something for everyone...(just no avant garde. I don't do avant garde because I simply don't like it)... and yep, there's a lot of that going around but it's not my cup of tea. Enjoy your visit.




July 28, 2008~ 5:45am
I planted some 'border plants' yesterday. I don't know what they are, but my sister assures me that they'll grow and spread. They look mostly like coleus



green leaves that blush into pink and some red. Who knows? (Anything's better than the spiders and the bare dirt...with two winter-blasted bushes.)

But I am leary. My black thumb is legendary.

Besides that, after more than 5 years of not doing a thing to my yard, I first had to uproot the 2 dead azalea bushes, dig out rocks and package it all up before I could start to give the little roots a new home. I don't think I did a very good job, but it looks neater at the bottom of the porch. I guess that's sumpthin'. After I was done planting in the 82 degree heat with high humidity, I retrieved my watering can from under the surviving azalea and dumped out the dirt and detritus that had collected inside....sticks, old pine needles, larvae....filled it up in the kitchen and tried to water with it.

Apparently there was still enough junk inside to clog the spout, so after repeated attempts to clear the sprinkling head, I just unscrewed it and dumped. LOL!! An hour's work, and the poor little stragglers looked drowned and pressed flat to the earth.

If I ever get any reasonable-looking 'border plants' out of that mess, I'll be amazed.

I have no outdoor gifts. My joints creak and I sweat like a stevedore. I get grumpy. When I'm done, my body shakes and trembles like I'd unloaded the hold of a cruise ship. I AM NOT FOR GARDEN, MADE. (I do hope they live, though. I'd like some green again.)




July 29, 2009~ 5:00am
In keeping with my "Tinkerbell" theme in the most recent issue of "Blue House"- I've found the most amazing artist! He's a modern Pre-Raphaelite, with rich, rich colors and gorgeous fantasy themes. His name is Howard David Johnson, and what a find he is!



(Honestly, if you scroll down to what looks like photographs... you'll see they aren't at all, but pencil drawings!) His realism is startling. This guy is just a gargantuan talent, so feast your eyes.





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