It was really hard to come to work today.
After church I thought about all the Sundays I used to have before we opened the store.
I would cook up a great old school Italian dinner. Or better yet my Grand Ma did. A big sauce with meatballs and sausage and braciole and a gravy round. Pasta. A big green salad with fresh olive oil. Fresh from the oven rolls and Italian bread to dip in the sauce. A cheese cake or cannoli's for desert with espresso and anisette.
A cigar while reading the Sunday papers.
But those days are gone.
As are the vacation days for now.
It's back to the UPS machine and people complaining about not getting their orders.
I miss sitting on the porch watching the sunset while having a Margarita.
Summer goes much too fast.
167 comments:
Would you like some fucking cheese w/ your whine? How about some limburger.
Life's hard pussy, wear a fucking helmet.
Just remember, Troop, you didn't build that business. Somebody else made it happen.
Well, whaddaya expect the guy to think-- George Soros made him president.
Summer's almost over
Fading like a tan
Vacation time is running out
Like an unplugged fan
The hiatus it is ended
The loose living has to stop
Get rid of that beer belly
Do wind sprints till you drop
Wow ChipS! Having run my old small biz for 25 years I have always said when a politician says they care about small biz people, NO MATTER THE PARTY, they're a lying sack of shit. However, I have NEVER seen the derision for small biz people expressed so blatantly.
Every small biz person doesn't want help from either party. We are Marlene Dietrich in that regard. If Romney doesn't use this it will be political malpractice.
What's amazing, nick, is that at TOP people still argue over whether he's a socialist.
Unless the alternative is socialist vs. outright commie, I don't see what there is to argue about.
That's a nice post, Troop. It took me back to the time in my youth when I lived with an Italian family. A big Sunday meal was always part of life there. Your description of that kind of meal is wonderful.
You see this is not complaining. This is nostalgia. I just want my Sunday's back and it doesn't look like I will ever get them back.
Success breeds much more work and there is no reason to complain.
It seems to me, correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think that you ever posted much at all on Sundays. Certainly not in the mornings.
Yep, I work every day now, fix my own meals, not complaining, really, but I am certainly thankful for good times and pleasant memories of years ago.
Never on a Sunday, a Sunday, a Sunday, cause that's my day of rest. I wish my iPad made musical note symbols.
I have to start traveling for work. I don't like business travel but am a thankful for a job.
I like to work and make money.
I also really love the menu you used to have on Sunday's Troop.
I used to go to an Italian friend's of mine every Sunday and have something very similar.
The "gravy" was fucking divine. The mom also made amazing chicken cutlets with awesome breading.
tits.
Chip,
Now, come on, there are cases to be made that he's a socialist, a communist, a Marxist communist or, most accurately, a fascist.
Not that there's a hair's breadth between all those.
Aw, I was holding out for Sendero Luminoso.
I just like to trotsky out those words every so often - sendro luminoso - che bella.
"Never complain, never explain." For 10-12 years I worked 80 hour weeks, every fucking week. It damn near killed me.
The work is not the issue.
It is the Sunday afternoons that I miss. The smell of the garlic and the sauce as it bubbles on the stove. The odor of the fresh Italian bread steaming in the bread basket. Opening a fresh bottle of wine and smelling it as it hits your glass.
Thats a Sunday.
Sunday's make me thing of really huge tits that bounce and perhaps hit my face. Actually any day is a possible huge tit days. I love women who are open to showing their tits, especially during these warm summer days. They just don't give a shit and say, look, here are my tits sweating and bouncing in the hot summer. Many of them have no bras on and that is especially hot. I have seen so many dark nipples underneath shirts with no bras that I am willing to splew right there.
More women should expose their tits in public. We live in America and this is a free society. Show us your fucking tits.
tits.
There was a time when your mom & pop store closed up on Sunday.
Guess this ain't that time.
@Nick
I think you got me mostly right. I post a whole lot of nothing about me. Guarded is a good word for it. This really IS me, though. I mean that I don't do the "persona" thing online.
This Sunday was a very busy day for us. What is happening is that people are calling to set up appointments to work with Lisa just like she did on the TV show. These people flew in from Michigan to make a weekend of it in NYC. They saw a show on Saturday and came to the store when we opened on Sunday. It was an all day thing but it worked out very well for all concerned.
I am very humble and grateful for all the good things we got.
We had a late night dinner at Marco Polo to make up for missing Sunday Dinner.
Really good to know, Trooper.
Part of your problem (if I may be so bold, and I may) is that Lisa is your commodity. On a par with the clothes themselves, and especially now with the TV show (which doesn't seem to be airing any more, WTF?).
First thing, you must clone her. But then, you have trouble finding people who can competently sweep the sidewalk, must less provide the emotional and aesthetic support your customers demand.
By the way, Lisa's testimonial about being a self-taught seamstress inspired the Flower. She got out her old (from the '50s, I think) sewing machine and started making stuff.
Darcy, We are on the same paragraph, not just the same page.
Trooper, Life is a series of adjustments. Those who accept that and make the needed adjustments are successful and happy. Those who don't are unhappy. OF COURSE I understand the Sunday thing, mine was the same.
We are body mind and spirit, needing to find some sort of balance in those 3 spheres. The Asian culture understands that best.
In the late 80's/early90's my biz exploded. I went from a solo operation to having 4 PI's working for me. So, I understand on a profound level what you're experiencing and feeling. Being busy beats the alternative, but not by as much as many people think. It took me over a decade to find that balance. My prayers for you is that it's a much quicker process.
you didn't build that business. Somebody else made it happen.
Reallly? I wonder just who it was out there in waders standing in shit in those septic tanks in the early years of the plumbing business. Or who was that other guy who crawled under the houses, avoiding the dead cats and spiders to replumb the sewer line and fix the broken pipes from the freeze last winter....what a guy....I guess we need to thank him for that.
Nice to know that someone else did all of that shit.
Maybe he will help on the two jobs today of pulling the old pumps and pipes full of water from the bottom of a 300 foot well, adding more pipe and wire to the new pump and lowering it down into the well to get into the receding water tables. He left at 7:30 to get to the first job and I won't see him again until probably 6 or 7 tonight. After he left, I've fielded 3 more emergency calls. The work is stacked up like planes trying to land at an over booked airport.
The work is not the issue.
It is the Sunday afternoons that I miss.
I know!! This is why we sometimes just have to take off for a day or two. Leave town to just get away from the phone. Right now Dumbplumber (my ever lovin' hubby) could work 24/7. The phone starts ringing at 7:30 am and the calls don't stop at night. We unplug the phone at 7:00 pm or else we don't have a life.
NOT complaining about the work because, come winter....everything slows down to a dead crawl.
As they say: Make hay while the sun shines. Work your ass off in the summer and cool your heels in the winter.
Blake, sewing is so much fun for little girls. I inherited a Singer treadle sewing machine from my mother and my three girls learned how to sew on this wonderful old antique.
Later when they became more proficient I let them use my fancy sewing machine, but they preferred the old Singer.
Now they're going to have to fight over it after I die.
Also want to brag on my almost 12 year old granddaughter. She made an adorable patchwork quilt and pillow for her little sister's doll cradle this summer, on that old treadle.
That's cool, Allie.
The Flower made a pillow on which she had drawn a design for one of The Boy's friends. (It was a "thank you" gift.)
Then she made herself a skirt which, well, ended up on her little sister, since it was a bit too revealing for everyday wear for her.
Allie, your granddaughter sounds adorably entrepreneurial.
When she grows up to be a Republican businesswoman, please don't be a mean grandma and tell her she owes her success to the government.
Chip, her parents are fiscal conservatives, and unless she totally rebels she will be a conservative like her mom and dad. She does love her money and is still upset a whole year later that the cleaning ladies stole ( we strongly suspect) her money to the tune of $300 she had saved up, poor kid.
Her mom, my daughter told her she has to let it go, quit being so upset about it and think of it this way, if those people needed the money that badly that they would stoop to stealing, they must've really needed it. Emphasis on stealing is wrong.
That same cleaning crew stole my Social Security card, well I suspect they did, my real name is very ethnic and perhaps they couldn't use it, as nothing strange has happened.
Needless to say that she fired them.
My daughter and I hatched an entrepreneurial idea while strolling through the "Christmas In July" crafts fair yesterday. Some of you (Ruth Anne) may remember my making little fake spills. I sold these at my work and they were a hit. So we're going to spend the next year making inventory and hatching new ideas and go commercial next year.
Wow Allie! Sounds like you've got the wrong kind of illegals in WI.
A year or so ago I left my wallet on top of my car while tanking up. I took off and the wallet probably went flying at the first corner or stop. About a half hour later a couple showed up at my door to return the wallet which still had everything in it.
To elaborate a bit on this, I had a long discussion with my granddaughter about poverty, she was so perplexed as to why it exists, why can't those people become financially stable, why don't the kids learn and go to college, why are their moms and dads abusive, do drugs, etc?
My grandkids are so insulated in their safe upscale subdivision( which I am very grateful for, my son in law is a wonderful guy, good provider) they are beginning to see that there is a whole 'nuther society outside of her safe one.
It's interesting and kind of sad to see the realization in her eyes.
@Allie: I think that poverty is the natural state of things--at least throughout recorded history.
Fake spills?
This is way Obama trades so well on this 1% bullshit. He wants people to believe that we're still "Mitt-evil"
Chickie, that sounds fatalistic, like the Hindus? Or is it Buddhists?
"why" not "way"
What do the hindus and buddhists have to do with it?
"All life is suffering."
So sayeth the Buddha. (The kids hate it when I tell them that.)
"The origin of suffering is attachment to impermanent things."
Don't one of those two religions think that poverty and lower castes or stations in life are to be accepted? That it's fate?
Yep Buddhists.
The Christians and the Jews
Were havin' a jamboree
The Buddhists and the Hindus joined
On satellite TV
Picked their four greatest priests
And they began to speak
And said "Lord, a plague is on the world
"Lord, no man is free
"The temples that we built to you
"Tumble into the sea
"And, Lord, if you won't take care of us
Won't you please, please let us be?"
And the Lord said,
And the Lord said,
"I burn down your cities
"How blind you must be
"I take from you your children
"And you say 'How blessed are we!'
"Y'all must be crazy
"To put your faith in me
"That's why I love mankind
"You really need me
"That's Why I Love Mankind"
@blake: Maybe so. Annie Gottlieb published and tweeted a link about a year or so ago to some ancient cuniform sayings from the ancient Sumerians--something like "Poverty will always be with us." Wish I had the link now.
@Allie: I think that inequality is the natural state of things. I think that making incomes equal violates nature somehow. I only believe in equal opportunity.
Allie, Please trust me on this, 99% of stealing is greed, not need.
Actually, Allie, Buddhists don't respect the caste system, particularly, that's a Hindu thing.
Buddha taught the Noble Eightfold Path:
Right View
Right Intention
Right Speech
Right Action
Right Livelihood
Right Effort
Right Mindfulness
Right Concentration
The idea being to approach correctness on many levels, the process of which also leads to enlightenment.
Buddha really flew in the teeth of the established Hindu overlords, and Buddhism never caught in in India like it did in China.
My grandkids are so insulated in their safe upscale subdivision( which I am very grateful for, my son in law is a wonderful guy, good provider) they are beginning to see that there is a whole 'nuther society outside of her safe one.
This is something I didn't foist on my children. We have raised our kids in a decidely lower middle income neighborhood. They can form their own opinions and we haven't shielded them from anything.
The fallacy is that thieves would be good people if they weren't driven to desperation through economic circumstances.
Then what happens is you think "Well, they'd never steal from me! I'm in terrible shape! I'm [old/blind/poor]..."
But the criminal thinks "Easy money!"
Actually, there's a great "Mr Boffo" cartoon called "How the criminal mind works..." showing Mr. Boffo getting money from an ATM and a classic cartoon burglar looking at him with his nose pressed up against the glass thinking "WIN $50 INSTANTLY!"
Lotta truth to that. See those high school girls who stole money from that girl scout.
It happens a lot.
ndspinelli said...
Allie, Please trust me on this, 99% of stealing is greed, not need.
I find that people who believe in the innocence of poverty (aside from the Franciscians) never really knew it or lived alongside it or they believe what they're told about it.
Chickelit, these kids in this county, especially here in Lake Country are so innocent as to what happens in the cities.
My grandkid's cousin had nightmares and was sort of traumatized when she and her mom came home to find the housecleaning crew making off with bags of clothing!
Don't ask me I don't know what's up with the some of the cleaning services in this area. My daughter and her sister in law share a lady and her small crew now, very trustworthy ladies.
I'm not saying poor people are innocent, we emphasized this to my granddaughter; one doesn't have to be dirty, ignorant, mean or a thief, no matter where they live or what they were born into, they choose to be good people or bad people.
But sometimes desperate people do desperate things.
So it's the Hindi's, gotta remember that and not confuse the two.
Blake I think the fallacy lies in the idea that desperation is an excuse for bad morals in the poor, but that a rich person wouldn't be as dishonest if they were that desperate too.
Neither group are to be excused.
My grandkids are so insulated in their safe upscale subdivision( which "I am very grateful for, my son in law is a wonderful guy, good provider) they are beginning to see that there is a whole 'nuther society outside of her safe one.
This is something I didn't foist on my children. We have raised our kids in a decidely lower middle income neighborhood. They can form their own opinions and we haven't shielded them from anything.
Travel.
Taking your children to other countries and other parts of THIS country will broaden their outlook. I don't mean go and stay at an exclusive all American resort. I mean travel and experience how the ordinary, real people live. Get to know and interact with the people in the country or area you are traveling to.
Not only will it open their eyes to the fact that other people throughout the world live in less than luxurious circumstances, it might even make them aware of just how very very lucky we are to be born into this country and how 'rich' we are in not just the material things but in the freedom that we take for granted.
AllieOop said...
Don't one of those two religions think that poverty and lower castes or stations in life are to be accepted? That it's fate?
I'm not fatalistic in that sense. That's why when I likened the economics of wealth and poverty to a gas (chaos), I tried to explain that the rich and poor can interconvert: link
I have always rejected the notion, not expressed here by you Allie but by others, that street life is "real", i.e., squalor, seaminess, decadence and degradation are "reality" and any one who doesn't (or hasn't) wallowed in that is somehow not living real life.
My kids are sheltered in that sense, even though we also are in a lower-middle-class neighborhood, and I'm cool with that.
DBQ, you know where my grandkids have traved to,thus far they've been to Hawaii, Vale to ski, Florida many times, California numerous times, all around the Midwest and Germany. But always in areas in which they would never see or interact with "others". I would LOVE to take my two oldest grandkids to Africa, or India, don't know that their parents would let me though, not safe, not clean, might shake up their world a bit.
One thing I enjoyed when traveling to dangerous places in the world when I was in the Army, was carrying a rifle and grenades.
My grandson could always take his rubber band machine gun if we go to Africa, lol!
Travel to Mexico for example. You can travel to Mexico and stay at a top notch luxury, all amenities included, resort. Everything is provided for you from the jet skis to the food, to the cocktails. The staff all speak English, for your convenience, and take care of your every need. When you go sightseeing or shopping, it is to the pre approved areas that cater to you and other Americans, driven by the taxis or shuttle buses that the resort provides. Insulated and isolated from contact with the people of the country.
When you travel this way, you didn't really go to Mexico. You went to a fantasy land of an American version of Mexico. You might as well have stayed home or went to Disney Land.
Travel to Mexico. Rent a house in a small town. Stay a month. Go grocery shopping at the local stores or the outdoor markets Pick out a live chicken for dinner and continue around the zocalo, picking up vegetables. When you get back around your chicken is now gutted and plucked. Walk down at night to the town center bandstand and sit on the grass or benches with the town residents and enjoy a concert. Eat from a street vendor's barbeque stand. Drink some agua fresca. Don't be so paranoid about germs, it really isn't that bad. Strike up a conversation with your neighbors. Play with their kids. Visit the local library. Go to the local church for an actual service.(OK I'm Catholic so that doesn't seem weird to me). Make some friends. Find out what things you can bring the next time that will help the community. (Books, clothing, toys for the kids....whatever)
You can do the same thing in the United States.
If you can afford a cleaning crew, you can afford some security cameras. Make sure that the cleaning crews know you have them and that the tape is being sent to an undisclosed location constantly.
blake said...
I have always rejected the notion, not expressed here by you Allie but by others, that street life is "real", i.e., squalor, seaminess, decadence and degradation are "reality" and any one who doesn't (or hasn't) wallowed in that is somehow not living real life.
I see it in movies and magazines & stories. Hell, it's in politics too: only the poor and wretched are interesting and worthy especially if they make something of themselves. It goes hand in hand with the left's bashing of the "square." There used to be a healthy populist bashing of the amoral rich but the left insists on dropping the amoral part and goes just for the rich.
My granddaughter has been to the local women's shelter with me a few times to drop off clothing, shoes, etc. She was disturbed that these kids and moms were there, that was a tough discussion. So I guess I can say that my grandkids are less sheltered than some of their friends and cousins.
I would LOVE to take my two oldest grandkids to Africa, or India, don't know that their parents would let me though, not safe, not clean, might shake up their world a bit.
Auntie Mame....or Auntie Allie!!!. Shake up their world. Take them to see things and do things outside of their comfort zone.
I don't mean, put them in danger or go to places where they will be in trouble..... If you do....take AllenS with you. Sounds like he could be very helpful.
When my daughter was in 5th grade we obtained permission from the school for her to go with my father and step mother on a 3 month RV trip through Mexico, took the ferry across the Sea of Cortez and came back up through Baja and then back up home to the Montery area. It was a great deal of fun. She learned a lot and the journal that she kept was very very funny to look back upon now.
AllenS said...
One thing I enjoyed when traveling to dangerous places in the world when I was in the Army, was carrying a rifle and grenades.
Took my son to range last night and shot the neighbor's 12 gauge and 357 magnum. I love the smell of gunpowder!
Cordite is what you smell.
DBQ, my daughter and son in law would NEVER let me take the kids to Mexico and live like that.
When I was still nursing, my staff were primarily nursing assistants from Milwaukee inner city, so 30 plus years of interacting with these women really opened my eyes, as a kid who grew up in middle class Milwaukee.
But I think it's a great idea.
Travel is the BEST education for kids. However, just taking them to big cities can show them different cultures. I know my way around a lot of cities from working in them and moving around. We always took our kids to marginal neioghborhoods from Miami to Chicago, NYC, KC, STL, Boston, LA, Seattle, Philly, San Diego, Houston and Atlanta. We have gone to Europe, Mexico, Bahamas, but I think they learned just as much in US cities. you can't be cavalier but if you know the city, and have some street sense, you can take kids into non mainstream parts. We always stayed in nice areas of the city. Of course, I WOULD NEVER TAKE THEM TO BROOKLYN!
But always in areas in which they would never see or interact with "others".
What and who constitutes "others"??? And what would make talking about the way "others" handle their life situations and responsibilities a "tough discussion" with children?
In my experience, children love to explore and discuss differences, anomalies, conundrums and mysteries. At least they do until they've been shut down or limited by someone in authority over them.
Mama, unless you have met a person face to face and had real life interactions with them, I don't believe you can make a judgment call as to their trustworthiness. AllieOop
Helping one's children and grandchildren realize this wonderful sentiment sounds like a truly worthy goal.
you can't be cavalier but if you know the city, and have some street sense, you can take kids into non mainstream parts.
This goes back to awareness and the development of discerning trust mentioned yesterday. A different response than paranoia, bigotry, snobbery, narrowness, blindness, elitism, or exclusionary happy-land thinking.
Of course, I WOULD NEVER TAKE THEM TO BROOKLYN!
I heard that Brooklyn was becoming all hip and trendy meaning that children will soon disappear.
I mean hip and trendy in the Manhattan sense.
Troop write occasionally about the douchification of Brooklyn restaurants but not nearly enough about that city in general.
Nestverschmutzung?
Troop write occasionally about the douchification of Brooklyn restaurants but not nearly enough about that city in general.
The scents wafting from yesterday's remembered Brooklyn kitchen were almost overpowering.
Mama, in my experience it IS tough to see the realization in my granddaughter eyes, that there are people out there that do not love each other the way her family does, that some kids are not living in safe homes, that some kids don't have enough food, or enough clothing.
Discussing people who do not live the way they do is one thing, that's not what is tough, what's toughto me is letting some of life's ugliness into a child's life that has been an idyllic one, up to that point.
"Others" to my grandchildren would be people who do not live as they do, who do not have the wonderful life they do.
Troop write occasionally about the douchification of Brooklyn...
I despise misconjugation as much as the next.
I have never used the word misconjugation in my entire life.
Mama, I've heard you say a few times, "in my experience with children", after I have commented on something relating to myself as a child or my own children, then you proceed to attempt to disprove or refute my experiences with my own kids or myself as being legitimate somehow.
I don't want to accuse you of simply being a Discordian, I'd like to understand where you are coming from in regard to your opinion of my sincerity, or your perception that I am not sincere in what I relay here.
If I am misreading your intent, I'd like to know.
I probably know all of the four letter words.
Oh the hell with miscongugation.
My experiences are my experiences Allie Oop. That they differ from your experiences or those of others here is to be expected.
The twisting of what I say, the continued MamaIt name calling, the pseudo Mama-dears and repeated Discordian labeling comes directly from you. If you'd like to explain how that behavior towards "others" reflects your values, we might have grounds for a conversation.
Allie, did it rain there over the weekend?
Yes, they are YOURS, that is the point. My experiences are every bit as real and sincere as yours Mama.
Do you ever just want to move on and not rehash unpleasness from the past? Can we speak to each other respectfully? I'm trying here Mama, can you try too?
Chickie, very little, just a sprinkle. Today is ungodly hot again and tommorow I have to go out to see the doc again, ugh.
Unpleasantness that is.
I just had some VERY pleasant frozen yogurt and blackberries.
Yum. That reminds me of Coldstone's cake batter ice cream with raspberries, Allie. I haven't had ice cream in soooo long.
Bowls of ice cream spelled doom for me not too long ago, and I still can't eat just a smidge. It's all or nothin'. And frozen yogurt just makes me want ice cream...see? :)
I bought a sundress at...well, Walgreen's yesterday. I mean, it was $6.99. I thought that was too ridiculously cheap to pass up and it was cute. Now will it get through one wearing without falling apart? We gonna see. ;-)
Looks like rain is predicted over the next couple days:
The Rain Song
It is the springtime of my loving-the second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing - so little warmth I've felt before.
It isn't hard to feel me glowing - I watched the fire that grew so low.
It is the summer of my smiles - flee from me Keepers of the Gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes. It is to you I give this tune.
Ain't so hard to recognize - These things are clear to all from
time to time.
Talk Talk Talk Talk - I've felt the coldness of my winter
I never thought it would ever go. I cursed the gloom that set upon us...
But I know that I love you so
These are the seasons of emotion and like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion - I seek the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient - Upon us all, upon us all a little rain must fall...It's just a little rain...
Hi Darcy! Yup, nothing better than ice cream. Do you have frozen custard there on your side of the big lake? Or is that just a Wisconsin thang.
Now will it get through one wearing without falling apart? We gonna see.
We'd like to see to.
We do have frozen custard and it's pretty good. Especially if I can find it where they will dip the cone in chocolate.
Hungry now. :)
OK Chickie, if some brave Wisconsinites went out after dark and danced to that song under a bright moon, do ya think it would bring blessed rain?
Darcy! Sistah! That is my favorite too, when we were kids we used to g to the corner drug store/ soda shop and that's how they did our cones.
That's a beautiful song, Bruce.
No wait you said cone, they dipped our ball of ice cream into chocolate , almost like that yummy chocolate shell stuff.
Yeah! That's what I meant. A chocolate shell. :)
There are some great Northern Lights photos on weather.com from northern Michigan. Minnesota and even southern Wi.[Edgerton].
My name is Darcy, I am an ice cream-aholic.
I yam!
Watched this movie last night.
Oh and Darcy, we started watching "In Plain Sight" last night. There's something about Mary, very distracting. :)
Darcy wrote "Now will it get through one wearing without falling apart? We gonna see."
Pictures or it didn't happen!
Hey Sixty, that's what I meant. Why did you have to go and say it better?
She's a smart ass, Bruce. She cracks me up.
I wanted to watch Empire of the Sun on Netflix after Tradguy recommended it to me at The TOP cafe thread, but damn, it's not on Neftflix, amazon has I streaming I may order it tonight on for the Roku.
Darcy if it's paper, don't go in the water:)
It
I like anything with Leslie Anne Warren too.
Sheesh, that was a messed up comment, see I didn't delete though! I'm a reformed deleter.
I've seen Empire of the Sun twice, it was interesting. A friend read the book. It may or may not be based on a true story, just like Independence Day.
I always confuse "Empire Of The Sun" with the "The Last Emperor."
I hope Obama is the last emperor that we have.
Both movies are rather strange.
The Italian sensibilities in "The Last Emperor" are odd.
Spielberg's happy-go-lucky style imposed on J.G. Ballard's Japanese POW camp is even odder.
The future Batman riding his bicycle through a camp to John Williams chirpy strains borders on the surreal.
Japanese, Chinese, what's the difference, right?
chickelit, re Lesley Anne Warren, have you seen Choose Me?
Lesley Anne Warren, have you seen Choose Me?
Mmm, Mmm, Mmmm!
Another film I forgot about was from our discussion the other day was The Concubine, loved both the book and the film.
I liked The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner, both back when it was released and relevant to my life and last year when I saw it as an adult.
The Italian sensibilities in "The Last Emperor" are odd.
Blake, what did you think of Italian dairy product sensibilities in "Last Tango In Paris"?
@Chip: I think Troop tried to use Leslie Ann Warren in a whose that girl post, thinking we'd all say Susan Saranwrap. But I guess right away.
Or was that The Concubine's Daughter?
They're so easy to tell apart!
Lesley Anne's the one who knows how to STFU about politics.
I love Genevieve Bujold in that flick, too. I never realized she had such a deft comic touch.
Inger Stevens?
I liked Isabelle Adjani in the movie Camille Claudel. I liked that movie, but I have read Rodin's biography a couple of times and am very familiar with Camille's story. Very tragic.
I loved that film about Camille Claudel, what was the name of the French film, was it Evangeline, about the painter that also went mad?
Enjoyed Mozart's Sister too, saw that a few nights ago. Loved Amadeus.
No it was Seraphine.
I was always more partial to Lesley Ann Down than Lesley Ann Warren, though I also always had trouble telling them apart.
I remember Lesley Ann Down from her role as Phyllis Dixey.
Chip,
A friend of my mother's (!) once remarked "I'm not that crazy about butter!"
I've subsequently found it best to play dumb.
Whoops, not Chip, Bruce.
It's been that kind of day.
I hear Anal-Eze is great on English muffins.
Victoria?
I
cannot
say.
I remember Lesley Ann Down from her role as Phyllis Dixey.
She looks a bit like Barbara Eden in the face.
Leslie Ann Warren and Susan Sarandon are easy to confuse. Sorta like the very first notes of the theme songs for "Bewitched" and "I Dream Of Jeannie."
@darcy:
Mary McCormack as part of the redhead league: link
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What did I tell you about redheads?
Aqua Velvets picture and you use the phrase "tongue in cheek". Subtle.
But the music is very good.
Here's another link to the same photo: link
Sixty: MamaM and LL gave me grief about the crack I made over there about tongue and cheek. Here's the same song for those put off: link
Here's another: Venetian Blue. I can listen to that stuff all day.
Japanese, Chinese, dirty knees, what are these?
TITS!
Loved the Spanish Blue, I'm out on my deck, that was nice!
Allie, if you want buy, I recommend "Nomad" or "Guitar Noir." They are both play-through collections like LPs used to be.
In an earlier mention of Pre Incident Indicators from The Gift of Fear, there are two more on the list which I neglected to include at the time.
Loan Sharking. Giving unsolicited help and expecting favors in return.
The Unsolicited Promise. A promise to do (or not do) something when no such promise is asked for; this usually means that such a promise will be broken. For example: an unsolicited, "I promise I'll leave you alone after this," usually means you will not be left alone. Similarly, an unsolicited "I promise I won't hurt you" usually means the person intends to hurt you.
My grandson could always take his rubber band machine gun if we go to Africa, lol!
LOL indeed! Who better than the TSA to introduce privileged and protected children to shadows and "otherness"?
Love wins!
Is anybody reading this shit?
Indeed it does, Darcy. Over and over again in amid lies, darkness, manipulations, and deceit.
Maybe even especially then.
Lord, Mama you are one sick woman, seek help.
Yes Darcy love always wins, WE know that.
Grace and Truth in balance together is the Basis of Love, the Essence of Light.
The One Most Recognized as the Living Example of "Love Wins" was said to be full of both.
I'm sold on grace, having needed it all of my life. I do not believe that love is possible without it.
Trooper and Troops, I saw one of my docs today, I'm going to bow out of here for a while. The last thing I need is to have some unstable woman stalk me here, a place I considered safe. My health istoo important to me, my kids and grandkids to continue to be aggravated by this person.
To Mama, I do not know what drives you or eats at you, but if you derive pleasure or some sort of satisfaction by your behavior toward myself since I've been commenting here, then you are either delusional or one mean evil person.
I feel bad for you, maybe you are in need of some love in your own life. People who are loved or love , do not behave in the manner you have.
Hey, Allie, I'll pray for your health.
Take care, Allie.
The Battle Of Evermore
The Queen of Light took her Bow and then she turned to go
The Prince of Peace embraced the Gloom and walked the Night alone
Oh, dance in the dark of Night, sing to the morning Light
The Dark Lord rides in Force Tonight, and Time will tell us all
Oh, throw down your Plow and Hoe, rest not to lock your Home
Side by side we wait the Might, of the darkest of them All
I hear the horses' Thunder down in the Valley below
I'm waiting for the Angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern Glow
The Apples of the Valley hold the Seeds of Happiness
The Ground is rich from tender Care, repay do not forget, no, no
Dance in the dark Night, sing to the morning Light
The Apples turn to brown and black, the Tyrant's Face is red
Oh, War is the common Cry, pick up your Swords and fly
The Sky is filled with good and bad, Mortals never know
Oh well, the Night is long, the Beads of Time pass slow
Tired Eyes on the Sunrise, waiting for the eastern Glow
The Pain of War cannot exceed the Woe of Aftermath
The Drums will shake the castle Wall, the Ringwraiths ride in black (ride on)
Sing as you raise your Bow, (ride on) shoot straighter than before
No Comfort has the Fire at Night that lights the Face so cold
Oh, dance in the dark of Night, sing to the morning Light
The magic Runes are writ in Gold to bring the Balance back, bring it back...
At last the Sun is shining, the Clouds of blue roll by
With Flames from the Dragon of Darkness, the Sunlight blinds his Eyes
Oh, bring it back, bring it back...
Get well, Allie!
Yes, I hope you feel better.
Free speech means free speech.
Protect yourself all times. Don't punch in the clinches.
Let's shake hands and have a good clean fight.
Free speech means free speech.
Free speech also frees mean speech.
OK, just posting to say thanks Trooper. I'm really not up to fighting now, I have some acute health issues that precedence over fighting with Mama, not worth the gut ache, right now.
See ya when I feel better.
I really hope you feel better Allie.
You are a health professional so I am sure you have a proper course of treatment figured out.
But bland foods, no booze and no stress might help. Why not play with the grand kids and enjoy the summer. Sit on the porch with a cool class of lemon water and a good book. You earned it. Enjoy and feel better.
I have to tell you I feel so much better now that I don't go to places that give me agita and argue with people all the time.
I try to keep this joint as drama free as possible but I guess the human conidition is such that it just spouts naturally.
I just think that by not hanging out at TOP I feel better and am a better person.
If this place makes you crazy and upsets your stomach by all means take a break.
You will be missed and we will be glad when you return.
TOP is a vortex of conflict. Full of jack asses, trolls and sock puppets. It is good not to get embroiled in that mess.
I agree. I decided a while ago to take Tim's advice and stay far away and I feel great. Occasionaly someone will email me a link or something and I dip in and then you know what.....I feel dirty.
And not in a good Betty Rubble kind of way.
Not a lot of love over there. Unlike this place.
You just say that because you have a fan club here Darce.
TOP seems like a really humorless place the few excepts I have seen the past few months.
It is like a stagnet pool of water. Icky.
Of course this joint is like a puddle of urine baking in the sun but waddayagonnado?
Yep. Part of the allure is certainly selfish on my part, Troop. But! I believe it's a mutual fan club.
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