Intermezzo
Because some days I need a break, time-out, a romantic ["musical"] interlude if you will, during which I answer your queries, ponder my life, go on an impromptu blind date...
Don't you dare ask which couple we are...
You read right, Dear Reader; no reason to adjust your screen. Strictly between Blogs, but it counts, we were properly introduced, and no, there wasn't any money left on the dresser top afterward, which I know some of you think is the sum total of my dating skills.
Those of you in different time zones, and those we affectionately call the pajama-hadeen (up at all hours in your nightshirts and boxer shorts, plotting blog insurrections or lost in the labyrinth that is manhunt.com) may have already stumbled upon recent developments, and since One of you has already emailed, let me say this: "All's fair in Love and War, Buster," which mother used to say, except she never called anyone Buster and she always quoted the Bible or Shakespeare, so take your pick. And May the Best Man Win!
For the rest of you, may I direct your attention to "Get Mummy's Purse" in the Links above. Adorable! Charming! More to come.
Of course, as many of you know, I've been in desperate need of a diversion since Didier's "disappearance" (not one word in days. Tabernacle! Pas un mot!) Lately I've taken to obsessing (again) over David Lynch's "Wild At Heart" (1990) which was the catalyst for my move out to the West Coast at the time (plus, it was the movie we went to right before we rented the U-Haul).
Laura Dern plays "LULA" and Nicholas [the stud] Cage plays "SAILOR." There are So Many Good Lines --
Lula: This whole world's wild at heart and weird on top.
Sailor: Man, I had a boner with a capital "O".
Lula: Uh oh. Baby, you'd better get me back to that hotel. You got me hotter than Georgia asphalt.
And then my favorite --
Sailor: (talking about Lula's Cousin Dell) Too bad he couldn't visit that old Wizard of Oz and get some good advice.
Lula: Too bad we all can't, baby.
Meanwhile, what am I reading but Andrew O'Hagan's "Be Near Me" about a middle-aged priest who is drawn into the reckless, sexually charged lives of young people in a Scottish town, and last night I started watching "The Swimming Pool" with Charlotte Rampling (who still looks divine) playing a middle-aged writer drawn into the reckless, sexually charged life of a young girl in the south of France. What is it with these older and wiser people being drawn into the shenanigans of the young? What's so compelling? Okay, except for the sexually charged bit, obvs, hello.
I fell asleep but I did wake up worried for Charlotte. I just know she's headed for a world of pain and trouble. Don't tell me how it ends.
To my beloved sister: Yes, Ozcot was literally up the street, at 1749 Cherokee Ave, in Hollywood, but it's gone now (sad face emoticon).
Ozcot, Baum's home in Hollywood, 1910-1919.
To Curious in Shanghai: Regarding yesterday's post, why did I pick a Smith grad? Because Vassar girls die easy. I learned that years ago from a bumper sticker.
To a Professional: Sorry, I won't say Display anymore. From now on it's Visual Merchandising.
To all of you who've been begging for an Author Picture:
I know. The resemblance is uncanny.
To WHGIII: It doesn't matter about the Stephen of it, and if I call you Buck sometimes (as in Buck Mulligan) it's only a literary slip of the tongue. It's either that or Julian [of Norwich]. And all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well...
XXX Sailor
Don't you dare ask which couple we are...
You read right, Dear Reader; no reason to adjust your screen. Strictly between Blogs, but it counts, we were properly introduced, and no, there wasn't any money left on the dresser top afterward, which I know some of you think is the sum total of my dating skills.
Those of you in different time zones, and those we affectionately call the pajama-hadeen (up at all hours in your nightshirts and boxer shorts, plotting blog insurrections or lost in the labyrinth that is manhunt.com) may have already stumbled upon recent developments, and since One of you has already emailed, let me say this: "All's fair in Love and War, Buster," which mother used to say, except she never called anyone Buster and she always quoted the Bible or Shakespeare, so take your pick. And May the Best Man Win!
For the rest of you, may I direct your attention to "Get Mummy's Purse" in the Links above. Adorable! Charming! More to come.
Of course, as many of you know, I've been in desperate need of a diversion since Didier's "disappearance" (not one word in days. Tabernacle! Pas un mot!) Lately I've taken to obsessing (again) over David Lynch's "Wild At Heart" (1990) which was the catalyst for my move out to the West Coast at the time (plus, it was the movie we went to right before we rented the U-Haul).
Laura Dern plays "LULA" and Nicholas [the stud] Cage plays "SAILOR." There are So Many Good Lines --
Lula: This whole world's wild at heart and weird on top.
Sailor: Man, I had a boner with a capital "O".
Lula: Uh oh. Baby, you'd better get me back to that hotel. You got me hotter than Georgia asphalt.
And then my favorite --
Sailor: (talking about Lula's Cousin Dell) Too bad he couldn't visit that old Wizard of Oz and get some good advice.
Lula: Too bad we all can't, baby.
Meanwhile, what am I reading but Andrew O'Hagan's "Be Near Me" about a middle-aged priest who is drawn into the reckless, sexually charged lives of young people in a Scottish town, and last night I started watching "The Swimming Pool" with Charlotte Rampling (who still looks divine) playing a middle-aged writer drawn into the reckless, sexually charged life of a young girl in the south of France. What is it with these older and wiser people being drawn into the shenanigans of the young? What's so compelling? Okay, except for the sexually charged bit, obvs, hello.
I fell asleep but I did wake up worried for Charlotte. I just know she's headed for a world of pain and trouble. Don't tell me how it ends.
To my beloved sister: Yes, Ozcot was literally up the street, at 1749 Cherokee Ave, in Hollywood, but it's gone now (sad face emoticon).
Ozcot, Baum's home in Hollywood, 1910-1919.
To Curious in Shanghai: Regarding yesterday's post, why did I pick a Smith grad? Because Vassar girls die easy. I learned that years ago from a bumper sticker.
To a Professional: Sorry, I won't say Display anymore. From now on it's Visual Merchandising.
To all of you who've been begging for an Author Picture:
I know. The resemblance is uncanny.
To WHGIII: It doesn't matter about the Stephen of it, and if I call you Buck sometimes (as in Buck Mulligan) it's only a literary slip of the tongue. It's either that or Julian [of Norwich]. And all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well...
XXX Sailor
I can't really fathom your blog - it's delightfully wierd but I have it on my favourites! I am going to post a picture of my father in 1904 soon.
Glad to hear that you're enjoying "Be Near Me" and "The Swimming Pool." Ludivine is so... ludivine.
Not to mention stacked.
But who, pray, is "Stephen"?
1904 replies: "Stephen" was apparently a confusion wrought by clumsy transmission on the wireless or something, although for personal (hermetic) reasons, you could argue it was Divine Intervention and the True Narrator of 1904 is Stephen Daedalus.
But "Stephen Daedalus" is also a popular name in some of the "Personals" websites, or so I'm told, so perhaps divine intervention is also Divine Love. But who's keeping score, right?
Sailor,
I love confused readers, I have one of my own don't you know. I don't see them as a chore, I see them as a challenge, opportunities and not obstacles. I once visited Julian's place in Norwich (Naridge) - very small. Funny name for a girl as well.
TTFN
B