Sunday Morning Post

I am listening to Classic Vinyl on Sirius. It rocks, pardon the pun. They are broadcasting remotely from the Rock 'n Roll Hall of Fame. Cleveland happens to be one of my favorite places, for that reason. Twice I've been to the Hall of Fame, and each time I was there longer than 5 hours. Some say they go in, see what there is to see, and are out in a couple of hours. They are also the same critics that say it's not worth it. (the price of admission) Those are the people that don't get the full depth of the experience. They may be the later mentioned sports fans, that would find Canton blissful. I'd be bored to tears in Canton!
Happily for me, both times I've attended, were with folks that love the rock 'n roll experience. Music moves me. I can be in different parts of the Hall of Fame, and you'll find me either; very serious, with goose bumps, tears in my eyes or smiling bright. The Hard Rock Cafe in Cleveland is also a joy to experience. By the way; This is where you'll find the Fleetwood Mac displays that are missing from the Hall of Fame. I'd have to investigate it a bit, but apparently The Mac had some issues with their induction. They were inducted in 1998(Jan 12th.) Why is their material at the Hard Rock Cafe instead of the H o F ?
Fleetwood Mac has to be my all-time favorite 70's band. I've seen the band together twice, and Stevie solo on three or four other occasions. (Memphis 1983, Lexington 1986, and don't recall the other places/dates, without dragging out ticket stubs.) Stevie Nicks is part of my existence. For so many years, I listened to her daily and sang her songs with the heart of personal experience. At Riverfront Coliseum in Cincinnati, 1987, I met Stevie and Fleetwood Mac. I was brought a backstage pass into the audience. I was invited backstage, according to this man, by Stevie Nicks. I remember so clearly that night, her and I sang all of her songs as if we were together in a room alone, full of people. Meeting Fleetwood Mac was exhilirating. Lindsey wasn't there, but I met the rest of the band.

Rhiannon is a horse Goddess and the "maker of birds," and the legend of the song of the birds of Rhiannon goes as follows: In times of hardship or pain, the song of the birds can be heard. Down the pathway will come three singing birds, one snow white, one emerald green, and one golden. The song of the birds will put you to sleep, and when you awaken, all hardship and pain will be gone.

In fact, the cities I enjoy most are music oriented. Memphis, Nashville & Cleveland. I would enjoy living in any of the three. Instead I'm somewhere south of Dayton, heading to Cincinnati. Cincinnati is without soul. It is a city of nostalgic nothing. Yes people that are true Reds & Bengals fans find it to be rich in sports history. However, I am the music sort -not the sports type, so I find nothing that soothes my soul in Cincinnati.
Dayton is rich in music heritage. There was a time when you could find much music and music history within reach, anywhere around Dayton. Much of that is gone with the lack of nightlife in the city. At times the city was strong with live bands and writers that went on to be successful in various formats.
Classic Vinyl is such a great place to be this early in the day. It has been raining, which we so desperately needed! It is overcast and perfect for finding a great place within the home. However, given the opportunity, I'd like to find myself in Cleveland today. If the miles were shorter between here and there, I'd jump in the car. Instead I'll just experience the Rock 'n Roll Hall of Fame that is my home.

Friday Night Post

I overheard some kids talking about a vomitorium..... seriously, does that exist? They were past the point of no return. Not an ounce of fat, anywhere, but on their plates. They smelled of vomit as well. Wow. So, that brought me to this train of thought? Bulemia - more dangerous or equally as dangerous as gastric bypass ? Providing the bulemic activity stopped at your weight loss goal? I can't help but think this is normal, for a generation. When I was young, we didn't eat lunch for two or three days to lose weight -of course, realizing -we weren't fat. Friends encourage each other by saying, "I did it for a month and I lost all of my weight."
Teen validation. So much for talking your friends into smoking ?????

I GET IT

The Soprano's Final Ep

Tony leaves Jr, he walks into the diner with his jacket on.
BUT the scene shifts....and as it does, you are looking across the restaurant. You do not walk with, or as, Tony to the table, take off your jacket and have a seat. In the first shot from your view in the restaurant Tony is not at the table, another moment, and he is there, checking out the music. Realize, you, the viewer are in the restaurant. Everything is different, because you are there... you notice all the tension and awareness - the anxiety level is outrageous.
Suddenly it all goes BLACK. You NEVER SAW IT COMING. You hear no music -
IT'S ALL A BIG NOTHING !!!!
You, my friend, the viewer, were whacked. In this state, you will no longer view the Soprano's, they are dead to you.

It couldn't end with.........

Remember it couldn't end with a shooting - after all, that's been done. Who shot J.R.? It had to be different than anything ever before. .......and it was. We are still talking about it -and how long will we? If Chase is successful, weeks from now, we will still. I'm anxious to receive the theory email -that has all of the psbl endings... it hasn't shown up in my mail yet....but I've heard about it.
Will this promote others to watch and buy the DVD's those that never watched -because they'll be smarter than all of us, that DID watch - and they'll have the ANSWER. David Chase said it's all in there!

And tomorrow Dale Earnhardt Jr will tie up a climatic loose end as well. Unless.... well, your tv stops working!!!

Yeah man! Those are some moves!!!!

can she do it ?

Anyone with, um, concerns about the feminist implications of a sexy, aggressive all-girl sport should meditate on a) the fact that women of all shapes and sizes play together and b) this article from the Dallas Morning News, which captures the contradictions nicely:

Playing a game that's punctuated with cursing and fighting might be the extreme in girl-power, but the attire the women wear seems a bit anti-feminist at first. There are a lot of splayed legs and exposed midriffs in roller derby. Not to mention penalties that include spankings doled out by audience members. But if that's all you see on the track, then you're not paying attention, say the women. Because the game is about much, much more.

For some of them, roller derby is the outward expression of a midlife crisis. For others, it's an opportunity to enjoy a sport that's intensely physical, intensely visceral and just plain fun. But most of all, roller derby is the perfect venue for a woman to explore all her polar opposites: the demure and the sexy, the coy and vamp, the good and the bad. Spokeswoman Louisa Brinsmade, aka Mau-Mau when playing with the Hellcats, puts it this way: Roller derby gives one permission to be a total woman.

"If you watch a roller derby bout you have the really ... sexy part of it, and you have this amazing physical prowess going on, and you have the real spitfire intensity of passion. ... It will come out in fights, in major plays. It will come out in the way that we relate off the track and after the bout.

"We're sort of trying out and using all of the strengths that women have," she says. "The power of seduction and the power of being sexy and the power of being strong. All of it is combined into what I think, as a whole, many women are made of."

"In many ways, this is a feminist movement," says Chola. "We're just being as bad as we want to be, doing what we love, and being ourselves."

THE MAN

The man - The Sociopath you can't help but love...... yeah, I know... I don't get it either... but I feel it !!

Inside the Actor's Guild Bravo Station Watch your guide for it... Next Saturday a.m. 0900

"And, of course, larger questions loom over these terrible scenes: Is
depression a whiner's malady, a genetic legacy or a part of the human
condition? Is Tony a sociopath enabled by anyone who'll listen to his
whining, or is he an ugly reflection of our culture: lazy,
self-indulgent, confused and morally adrift?"

The last Episode Ever

1999 until Now - one more week. All shows run their course.
It's been a fun ride!

The greatest loss thus far.......

My bff Ade - she didnt' have a chance. Then, again, in that world, you start out with the odds against you. You go in knowing full well. She was playing with fire. As we look at this picture, we remember it to be the last night of her life....

Only Paulie left to protect Tony.........

Noooooooooo how did this happen ? How will it end ?? Glad to have been part of the most exciting television event ever, but my heart is heavy. One by one, I'm losing my close Sunday night associates. (of course a little twitch of the nose, Tony took care of this liability...cut your losses.... where's the love?)

Sir Elton John

Maybe the only cd I don't have. Nothing by Elton John. How did that happen? If I could see one show.... if there is one concert left for me to see... it's this one.. Today I've spent the morning watching Inside the Actor's Guild with Elton John and The concert afterwards on Bravo. Lovin' it.

That's what it was all about

why do you keep him ? Why do you want an animal like that ?



He's so aggressive ! Those are the questions I get, repeatedly.



Those pictures are the answers. At 2 weeks old I picked Cisco out.
I 'reserved' him; as the litter was much desired. He was sooooo cute!
At 8 weeks we went back to pick him up. He was the nosiest little guy. It was so terrificially fun to have him at home. I was so glad to be part time. This guy was so little, that I couldn't stand to be away from him. I also have 2 other Bengals, but the female, Aniko. She's wicked. So cold hearted-well, let me show you her effort to keep the cold heart warm :




so -- anyhow - we're afraid she will hurt him..... in fact, at the point we finally left them alone together while we were away..... we came home to find him frightened nearly to death. I think we may have come home in time. Oh, the guilt. He had been with us then maybe ? 4 or 5 weeks. As he grew older, his character became something out of a cartoon. If you weren't here it almost wasn't funny. As I would explain my stories to others - I would stop midstream, think -oh, this isn't funny. Lemme'splain. Thanksgiving: I made a wonderful breast of turkey. I took it out of the oven -sat it on the top of the stove, to cool. I had to leave the house to run an errand. On Thanksgiving? Can't imagine ? Speedway, maybe? When I returned-the aluminum foil was removed and remnants of turkey are all over the floor and counter. Three cats are laying about, content, on their trypto high... if they could talk, would tell me how wonderful it was. Cisco, the bad guy. Rico and Aniko had been with me already 4 years - never such an experience. What are you thinking? I'd kill such a cat. Yeah yeah, save your threats. It was hilarious. I now do not have a turkey. And, who's fault was it? Seriously - a turkey? And, him with the knowing ways of full presentation to his guests ?
His activities are non-stop. One day I took him to the vet. I noticed he growled a bit. Nah, it wasn't a bit. It was more than I'd seen in a cat before -only what I had seen in a dog. But he was a kitten, it was manageable. We laughed, tough guy he was. Tony Soprano in a cat. A few more visits -lots of visits with him -always into something...and each time a little more agressive. I had no idea. Now he is 5 yrs old. Something serious happens -the cat food poison. I had resisted taking him to the vet now for about 2 or 3 years, for everyone's safety. Realize he is fine in the household. You can pet him, he hangs around, he's entertaining. He may growl -but he's not going to hurt you. However, I'd caution you not to pick him up - not ever the brave soul that would try, he's almost 3 feet long. Now 2 or 3 years, no vet visits -but I have to take him -he's dying. I am really going to lose him. I love him - I am so totally infatuated with him. (he hates me) At the vet is this horrible experience. He turned on me. He turned on me in such a way that it was frightening. I was covered with blood. I had to go to my own doctor-I had to be treated with a tetanus shot, an a round of Cipro. It could have been worse. He is nothing short of a mountain lion. Wow. Remember I brought him home at 8 weeks........ He did not have a Danger sign on his head. But he now has one on his vet file! I love the guy. And these pictures above are the reason. Look at that beautiful beautiful marble Bengal. I love him more every day. All those days of medicine. I did nothing but concentrate on bringing him back around and these pictures show, I got him there. His coat is shining, he's putting back on his weight. Every day I love him more..... if I could just get him to love me back. Unrequited shit. Story of my life! :-) I just found the cutest baby picture - he was worn out from running around.... hahahahaah