
Yesterday, I put up a thread tweaking Tony Blair and asking for recommendations on escapist, feel good movies because everyone really seemed to need it — I know I did — after slogging through the difficult news of the morning. I began the thread with a movie that I find lighthearted and funny, but with a performance from Emma Thompson that breaks my heart every single time I watch it (luv her!)…and someone on the thread declared that he would no longer read on the blog for the sole reason that I enjoy watching Love Actually.
At first, after reading the comment, it pissed me off a bit, because it wasn’t as though I had declared Love Actually the best movie of all time or anything — just something I use as an amusing escape valve (try telling me that Hugh Grant dancing sequence wasn’t funny…or the continuing storyline about the porn movie stand-in couple…or the aged rock star who says all the crap we wish media celebrities would say). I mean how superficial are you if you can’t read a blog because someone likes a movie that you don’t?
But then I realized: it’s been a really rough few weeks, and we are all feeling a bit edgy and drained and cranky and short-tempered. And so I say bygones. (But I still like Love Actually, so there. I also like Henry V, anything by David Lean, and a whole host of snobbish films, art films, quirky independent films, depressing soul-searching films…but sometimes, only a funny, sappy love story will do.)
Seriously though, it has been a difficult few weeks for a lot of folks — people who have friends and family in Lebanon, in Israel, all over the Middle East, and for folks who have friends and relatives in our nation’s uniform, wherever they may be serving at the moment. The uncertainty, the increase in violence, and the rising anger has seeped into just about everything in the news these days.
It has certainly seeped into our comments section — and my e-mails.
But the thing that all of us have to cling to is that each step offers a promise of a change of perspective, moving closer to some resolution, of a way forward and out of the maze. It sounds sappy, but we truly do have to keep putting one foot in front of the other. (Stop singing that song from the Kris Kringle movie…I mean it.) And that can, truly, be the most difficult part of moving forward, because the uncertainty of the next step and the next, and where they will lead, can sometimes be paralyzing.
But not moving forward keeps you frozen in the present moment — and, frankly, how many of us want that?
Jane and I talk often about the amazing community that has built up on this blog: the active participation in citizen calls to action, the caring greetings and sharing of hopes and fears, and all sorts of other things that can only be described as family on some level or another. And that is such a source of hope.
If we, such disparate people, can come together around a common goal of a better America, a better world, a better future for ourselves and our children and everyone around us…then imagine how many more of us are out there, thinking the same things, who haven’t yet found a blog or group of friends to call home.
This dissatisfaction breeds a sort of "hunker down" mentality in a lot of people — but our collective reaction has been to pull together into a powerful whole, not a "me, me, me," but a resounding "WE."
Speaking of "we," while I was writing this post, RevDeb (who is vacationing in Quebec City this week), sent along a photo from the creperie near the Chateau Frontenac — one of my favorite places to eat in that city, and a recommendation I gave to her in the comments yesterday…which allowed her to eat there that evening.
The world is small, but our hearts and our capacity to share so much with each other is vast. And that can make all of the difference, one life at a time. (Wish you were here, too, RevDeb, but you are no doubt having some serious fun in Quebec City. Beautiful, beautiful scenery, and the view of the river from the walkway by the Chateau is breathtaking. Have some maple butter on your toast for me.)
Today, I thought we could talk a bit about what we do for comfort. What do you do to feed your soul? To make you laugh? To get you up off your fanny and back on your feet again, in fighting form? What do you do for yourself on one of those days when you simply need to hunker down and hide? To gather your strength? To center yourself — to feel more balanced and whole?
We’ve all been feeling a bit off-kilter, haven’t we? I can feel it through everyone’s comments, and I can hear it in the e-mails I’ve gotten privately as well. Anger is a powerful emotion, but hope is an even more powerful force. So, what do you do to lift up your spirits as you make your way through the labyrinth we are all trying to navigate these days?
Share something comforting with everyone. A recipe. A story. A story about a recipe. A favorite piece of music. A movie. Whatever…just something that makes you happy, or at least lifts your mood a bit when you are down, or helps you reach that zen point when you are frazzled. Comfort is so underrated, and so very necessary — especially now. You’re among friends…pull up a chair.
(I found this fantastic shot of a labyrinth at the Superhero Journal. Oh, and PS: Carnacki rocks.)
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My lucky day!
Comfortz!
Ned!
lotus -
the sixth listing here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/T…..ck_listing
your foot can rest now.
Emma Thompson!
Comfort food (items, not a menu):
Oreos and milk
peanutbutter and dill pickle sandwiches
mushroom soup
spaghetti carbonara
I cross-stitch (it’s been too hot for knitting). Current project: one of the pillars in the Eagle Nebula. Another five or six months and it may be done….
I was wondering: who is benefitting from our policies (such as they may be) in the middle east, besides Israel and the various militant groups? Who convinced our maladministration to follow these policies, and who are they working for? Because I don’t think they’re necessarily on our side.
Nice picture … I spent a couple of minutes figuring out where (generally) it was taken from, to get that view of the bridge.
I reach for my laptop when I’m feeling frazzled. And up pops Firedoglake.com. There is always something to make me laugh or think or call Byron Dorgan. Ha
You’re so right about feeling cranky and depressed! I had lunch with friends this week and complained that I found all of the news so depressing lately that I couldn’t even enjoy reading my regular blogs anymore! We agreed that the only thing that perked us up was the Lamont/Lieberman race! There are times that I do just have to escape into something other than news and politics. For me lately, that has been dance. I don’t study dance, but my teenage daughter is a serious ballet student, and I love supporting her in whatever way I can. One thing I really enjoy is understanding the physiology of it and helping her by researching problem areas. I’ve become quite knowledgeable about anatomy and body massage–pretty surprising for a “science-challenged” lawyer!
Honestly, Christy?
The thing that comforts me as has nothing in all my life is this thing right here, our Lake. I couldn’t have imagined so much comfort, commonality, challenge, discovery, excitement, passion, delight all rolled up into one whole as we have here.
To me, FDL = falling in love a thousand times a day.
Once we took a ferry boat from the south end of Lake Chelan (in Washington state) to the north end. It’s a long narrow lake and the trip takes a long time. At the north end, the ferry makes a 20 minute stop, where you can hop on a bus and take a short ride to see a beautiful waterfall. There is also a cafe there and a few homes. As we debarked the ferry, my brother overheard two obese ladies discussing what they would do. Finally one of them said, in all seriousness, “You can see a waterfall anytime, let’s eat!”
That has been our laugh line ever since.
Christy,
We both love the movie, Love Actually, and have seen it several times. It now comes out at Christmas along with The Desk Set, the Claymation Christmas, and a few of the classic chestnuts.
Comfort for me is going to a beautiful garden, Tower Hill outside of Worcester. With an enclosed Orangerie I can go all year round and breathe in clean moist fragrant air. Went there after I painfully quit a job, took a dying parishioner there, been many times.
Comfort is holding a cat, the two I have now aren’t as into the drill as the ones we have lost over the years, but they’re coming along.
Comfort is Rutter’s Requiem. I played it the day you had the candle lit on the front page.
Nov. 9, 2004 comfort was Sweet Honey in the Rock in my headset on the plane coming home from doing election protection for the big one.
Comfort is lighting a yahrtzeit candle and saying kaddish, the prayer for the dead that only speaks about living.
Comfort food is my fried chicken with fresh french fries cooked in the oil picking up the seasonings from the chicken.
Comfort is finding the friend you want to talk to and them being there.
and then there is chocolate.
What a wonderful post, Redd. You and your buddha-like calm, unfailing civility, absence of guile, scary intelligence, kind heart, and interest in everything are definitely one of my abiding comforts.
This is the best I could do on short notice. Hope it helps.
http://i21.photobucket.com/alb…..brynth.gif
;-)
stagehands, RSS feed not feeding.
I go for a hike in the hills around my home town.
Ojai has wonderful trails that lead to magickal places. Cool pools of water, calming vistas or just serene quiet.
Nature has a wonderful ability to heal the soul.
I saw that comment about leaving in a huff coz of the movie but I believe the guy was just being goofing around. I doubt if he was really all that serious … if he was, well, fuck him! He later would have found something here much more important to get worked up about. I dont think it was a big deal …
the Stagehands Union does not permit its members to deal with electrical stuff like RSS — speak to the Electricians Union!
peanutbutter and dill pickle sandwiches
Umm, ewww…
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btw, RSS works for me!
Um, well, I also received great comfort from this morning’s email from a friend:
Salud.
RSS with Safari works here.
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Lately, I have enjoyed watching the goldfinches eating from
mytheir sunflowers. I took this shot from my kitchen window yesterday evening.Christy:
Pretty metaphysical territory, there. ‘Comfort’.
I tried desperately to find a longer clip of that scene with Emma Thompson. That, and the scene where she opens her present and it’s a Joni Mitchell collection and she realizes the necklace has gone to someone else, never fail to make me want to smack the Alan Rickman character (he’s also such an amazing actor — love just about anything with him in it).
Organic George 16 – or just a walk around one’s neighborhood. Noticing some tree I hadn’t noticed. Trees are amazing, every single one…hell yes I’m a tree hugger. (Hmm, feel a song title coming on…)
Blank Kludge at 24 — yeah, I decided to unleash my inner Shirley McClaine. *g*
twolf1 @ 23:
Pretty!
Steve Martin:
“See the pointy birds
pointy, pointy
Anoint my head
anointy nointy.”
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Comfort movie: The Princess Bride
Action, adventure, snark, and true love: what more could one ask for?
Sharkbabe at 26 — this Fall, when the leaves have started to turn a bit, I’ll get a shot of the gorgeous oak tree across the street from us. It’s just beautiful, and full of happy squirrels. :)
I always enjoyed Love Actually – it’s really just a lot of sweet bits thrown together and well-acted – but the Emma Thompson stuff is of a whole different character – she simply tears your heart out – that subplot is truly Shakespearean in its capturing of human nature and foibles – as well as in the wonderful comic relief of the Mr. Bean guy at the jewelry counter.
Christy @ 30 sez:
and full of happy squirrels. :)
Unless they chew through your roof and invade your house.
I think squirrels have it out for me.
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Wonderful Christy! Thank you!
If that fella left, it’s his loss.
I guess I could understand someone totally unfamiliar with FDL getting the wrong impression, depending on when he/she tapped into the site.
You, Jane & Pach, and your guest posters do a masterful job and dealing effectively with intense, difficult subject matter – what WONDERFUL discussions you generate here!!
You also have just the right touch, switching off to other, lighter topics, and developing “regulars” among those that we all can look fwd to — current thread being a prime example.
I think people are so on edge, so committed to working for change in the very best sense, so worried about the future, a site like this is as close to perfect as I could possibly imagine – for actually getting something done, as well as providing regular safety valves for pent-up feelings of all sorts.
I confess I don’t always read every post, but I’m so glad you maintain the mix, and thereby accommodate the needs of this terrific group.
FDL is, quite simply, the BEST!
What do you do to … get you up off your fanny and back on your feet again, in fighting form? What do you do for yourself on one of those days when you simply need to hunker down and hide?
Egg salad sandwiches, tomatoes,
potato chips and milk!
Then a nap.
Works every time ….
I have some really good news for y’all. All of my suitcases made it through 3 airports and 2 customs lines. Delivered $21,000 worth of surgical equipment to a grateful staff this morning.
Today in St. Petersburg we did one open heart procedure and two smaller ones, all babies. On a Saturday. So that kinda is my relaxation.
To answer your question a little more seriously the new walk habit is getting me out of my rut and off my couch, into a lovely wooded environment where I try not to think, only to observe. Plus listen to the birds.
I’m trying to work on world peace and hope I’m not one war behind. Hope some other people will be motivated to pick up the pieces in the Middle East.
In the meantime, everyone can do something to help alleviate suffering. Start with your immediate circle of family, friends, and neighbors. There are things you can do today to help others.
Recharge/renew. Baby steps/small deeds done with love. Growing our community of people who can help figure out what to do next, to help save our nation from self-destruction. It’s a plan!
I went to see OLd Blind Dog last night, they’re a Scottish musical group. I love listening to Irish music on liveireland.com.
When I think of the centuries of oppression they suffered with, and yet created this great uplifting music, I figure I can take it too.
Hi. My name is GrandmaJ and I have a confession. I really do not enjoy the love stories or comedy so much. Something to do with being divorced over 28 years I guess.
But when I am angry or frustrated, give me one of those Japanese monster movies of the 50’s, and I sit back with the popcorn.
And that is why God created grandkids because when they come over we get several of those old movies, some popcorn and treats and I can watch to my heart’s content without admitting directly that it is I who like them.
Or the old spagetti western movies by Clint Eastwood. I must have a more aggressive side that does not show up because when I put on a good guy/bad guy movies, sitting in front of my guilt frame with 10 million stitches to go, I quilt like crazy, laugh myself silly, and the good guy wins.
But there is one type of movie I simply cannot watch — anything with deception, lies, manipulation in it. And I love watching the old Basil Rathbone Sherlock movies. Or the one about the older English lady that plays a dectective. Love those.
I must have a grandmotherly defective gene or something.
PJ Evans at 7 — I used to cross-stitch all the time, before we had our daughter. Now, every time I’ve tried any cross-stitch or needlepoint project, I just end up with a lot of tangled threads. *g*
I’ve been trying to find some relaxing things to do: a long, hot bubble bath — nothing like a soak to ease things off a bit; sleeping in a little (like I got to do this morning — thanks Mr. ReddHedd); taking my time cooking to savor the process as much as the food. Don’t know why, but chopping is such a mechanical process, it’s almost like working meditation. I’ve never been very good at meditation or yoga, but I’m going to start — I need it. Lately things have been overwhelming for everyone, including me, and I think some centering will help. Which is why I thought this thread today might be helpful for everyone — I have a great life, a fantastic husband, the world’s cutest kid, and a blog that I love working on every day — and yet even I still feel frazzled and angry and despairing sometimes. I don’t know about everyone else, but my best thinking gets done in a calmer space…and I need to make sure I’m there more often.
JH/97635 at 11 — that is hilarious! I’m gonna have to use that…too funny.
Speaking of Alan Rickman – Truly, Madly, Deeply – widow’s journey to the realization that she’s sick of her dead past hanging around, no matter how beloved – whoever played that wife, hella performance.
Christy, for what it’s worth, Love Actually is one of my favorite sappy happy movies. Along with Bridget Jones’s Diary (the original one, NOT the hideous sequel), While You Were Sleeping, and Moonstruck. Not one of them deathless art, but they never fail to lift my spirits.
In times like these, comfort is just as vital as art. I also head for the kitchen when the world is too bleak, for the small scale comfort of domesticity. And don’t forget about CuteOverload.com – their daily “happy pill” emails wring a smile out of me every morning no matter how bad the headlines.
Sharkbabe at 13 — You are making me blush. Thank you.
p.s., I occasionally have photo I’d like to share. Can someone tell me how it’s done in blogland, duh.
I don’t even know half the blog-slang terms people toss around like little ping pong balls, and haven’t a clue how to attach a link, except to a url.
thanks for help, if & as someone has time.
BTW, I guess I’m breaking a cardinal rule right now (post-&-run, back later), but it can’t be helped. We’re expecting awful heat later today, & hubby just called me out to help mark our conservation easement property boundaries for impending ‘walk-around’ by land trust folk, hopefully before it gets too hot.
(not sure which is worse today, heat or skeeters)
’see ya’ later… A ;->
What can make you happier than:
http://www.professorgreg.com/j…..s/05-29-06 037.htm
Christy, somehow it comforts my depressive soul that even you are subject to despair :)
Love Actually: ROCKS.
The guy who ‘left’ in a huff was likely a ping troll. We’re getting a lot of attention these days, and a more clever class of trolls including paid ones. Dissing a great movie and going off in a huff…diverts attention away from the thread which is what they are -trying- to do.
Let us play with them! We’ll be gentle. :)
Love Actually has a little something for everyone. For me, it’s Keira Knightley. And it’s definitely a feel good, slightly tear-jerking, movie.
Speaking of Blair, it seems to me that he and Bush are afflicted by a condition that affects some dogs and bears — they have discovered how much they like to kill, and now they just can’t stop: http://news.independent.co.uk/…..02887.ece. Once you let your leaders get a taste of killing, there’s nothing you can do but [put them] behind bars.
(CHS notes: I know the “put them down” was meant as a joke, but I doubt that the Secret Service would find it funny. Just FYI. So please try to refrain from such joking in the future for all our sakes. Thanks! I edited it out above.)
Speaking of Alan Rickman
Has anyone else seen “Closet Land”? It’s not available on DVD in the US.
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I was so upset last week by some blog photo’s of a dead young Lebanese girl after a possible white phosphorus attack by Israeli’s that I couldn’t sleep for hours. I couldn’t discuss those pic’s with the fifteen people on vacation with me, who the hell wants to know that stuff and what the hell do you do with that kind of information once you do read it. I wonder more and more what do we accomplish by packing our heads with this kind of (political awareness), our phone calls and emails to Hard Headed Hillary, talking to others if they’ll listen. What CHS does has obvious benefits as she can reach so many and she writes so well. What I do is fill my head with all this evil crap that people do until the world is an awful place to be. Films and music etc. are a relief but I remember once when I was visiting Maine years ago I came across a lot of x New Yorkers and they said…
“I don’t know how anyone can live in New York stepping over bodies everyday hardly questioning if the person is still alive or needs help” (it was the late 70’s), they claimed that was the reason they moved to Maine. I answered that they may live in Maine but the homeless are still homeless in New York.
Jacques Pepin was making a rhubarb, strawberry with a pecan praline crumble, and he’s always got that big glass of a good wine to top it off… now that could get George and the bastards out of my head for a few minutes.
Walking is a great stress reliever. Walking down an old logging road through a New England forest on a cool summer day is probably best, but a walk anywhere — even down a busy avenue on Manhattan — is a way to let the mind wander, and to let some steam out through your muscles.
If the whole month has been dark, or maybe a few months, Franny & Zooey always inspires. For the fat lady.
Many people turn 50 and they get bitter. Never get bitter. That’s the advice I give the young’uns — and they properly look at me like I am crazy.
That’s ok. I just hope they remember the advice in 30 years — when they’ll need it. We all need it sometimes.
spork at 47,
No, is it good? I have a thing for Alan Rickman – that voice…
egregious – godspeed & rock on – as the cheney junta makes me ashamed to be human, you make me proud.
Lou Costello at 14 — awesome. :) I was at a conference in San Jose a few years ago, and I wanted to go to this gorgeous labyrinth in a church nearby, but unfortunately never got there. I’ve heard that it can be an amazing experience to walk a labyrinth, if you go into it with a quiet frame of mind. These days, I’m thinking that might take my iPod and a load of Brahms and DeBussy and Chopin. And maybe a few Bach cello concertos for good measure.
GrandmaJ!
Gardening. Clarissa Pinkola-Estes, author of “Women Who Run with the Wolves” and an ethno-psychologist, prescribes getting into the earth, digging, gardening as a way for overstressed women who are being poisoned by western excess to re-center themselves. Re-grounding, literally. The feel of the earth beneath my fingers, feeling it respond to my touch, is like no other, like being welcomed.
Children. There is nothing surer for me than to hear my kids laughing; everything must surely be right in this part of the world if my children can still laugh.
Cooking. Organizing mise en place, chopping and kneading, simmering, stirring, all of the efforts an attempt to create order from chaos, simulaneously creating pleasure.
Blogging. Writing in a blog and commenting in others’ blogs kept me sane after I left my job. It replaced the watercooler I no longer had. It opened doors to opportunities and people that I’d otherwise never reach. Including you, and you, and you. The possibilities are endless here, which gives me so much comfort in a world that is otherwise limited.
“We’ve all been feeling a bit off-kilter, haven’t we? “
well just add Sybil The Sooth Sayer to all your other appellations Christy !
swear to goodness I’ve spent all this week wanting to ask out loud if it’s possible to truly be driven around the bend by world events
. . . exacerbated by being away from y’all so much these past few weeks – just want to explode whenever I do get a chance to connect
(well documented phenomena known as ‘blue blogs’)
and oh please, find a better love scene than Colin Firth’s proposal scenes
lotus – fyi – peach cobbler recipe is a comin’
But, but, but…I wasn’t FINISHED! That’s the first time for submitting w/o clicking ’submit’…
Ah….in short:
1) I agree w/lotus above: the Lake, and falling in love 1k/day.
2) Chocolate. ‘mass quantiites’ – I had rheumatic fever as a child. (later heard from a doctor that this is an allergic reaction thing…hmmm..) My dear ol’ Dad would bring home 1 lb. bag of M&M’s. For me (i.e. I was spoilt) Popped into the fridge to chill. Munch while l listenned to Red Sox games on the radio. (Coleman/Martin). Lately, I prefer nearly frozen Snickers.
3) Music. From the aria in Madame Butterfly (Dad was given an LP of arias by a teenage neighbor who’d ‘won’ it one the radio, maybe thinking they’d be getting Elvis, or something…He played THAT track so much, eventually all the scratches made it just about impossible to play) to most anything from Grateful Dead to Shakira.
4) Movies. Marx Bros. to Kubrick’s ‘trifecta’ of Dr. Strangelove, 2001, Clockwork Orange. Koyannisqatsti.
Pirates/Caribbean. Oodles of others. (late entry: NBK)
5) Reading. HST, William Gibson and CyberPunk school, ‘The Lovely Bones’ is brilliant, computer ‘history’- I’m amazed by what I believe is the fact that I have on my lap more computing power (w/o ‘Toobz’ taken into accnt.) than existed on the face of the entire globe when I was born. (just over 50 yrs, and lord willing, counting.) Kate Wilhelm.
6) Substances. Guinness, Jameson’s Irish – add friends.
7) English language (I’m like the Tin-Man, OK? Could use a bit o’ earl..If you look up the word ‘potential’ you’ll find my portrait.) and fun things like spoonerisms and alliteration:
http://www.song-teksten.com/so…..from_life/
“Well, you can’t have that, but if you’re an American citizen you are entitled to:
a heated kidney shaped pool,
a microwave oven–don’t watch the food cook,
a Dyna-Gym–I’ll personally demonstrate it in the privacy of your own home,
a kingsize Titanic unsinkable Molly Brown waterbed with polybendum,
a foolproof plan and an airtight alibi,
real simulated Indian jewelry,
a Gucci shoetree,
a year’s supply of antibiotics,
a personally autographed picture of Randy Mantooth
and Bob Dylan’s new unlisted phone number,
a beautifully restored 3rd Reich swizzle stick,
Rosemary’s baby,
a dream date in kneepads with Paul Williams,
a new Matador,
a new mastadon,
a Maverick,
a Mustang,
a Montego,
a Merc Montclair,
a Mark IV,
a meteor,
a Mercedes,
an MG,
or a Malibu,
a Mort Moriarty,
a Maserati,
a Mac truck,
a Mazda,
a new Monza,
or a moped,
a Winnebago–Hell, a herd of Winnebago’s we’re giving ‘em away,
or how about a McCulloch chainsaw,
a Las Vegas wedding,
a Mexican divorce,
a solid gold Kama Sutra coffee pot,
or a baby’s arm holding an apple?”
—–
Oh, and a ‘woman ’bout twice my height, statuesque, raven-tressed, a goddes of the night’.
lotus at 21 — omg, that made me laugh so hard this morning. Bwahahahaha!
spork at 28 — Steve Martin is a genius, and anything he writes I absolutely adore. One of the things on my big wish list in life is to have lunch with Steve Martin and discuss craft of writing and timing — what a joy that would be. LA Story still cracks me up, and the movie he did with Eddie Murphy (whose name I’m blanking on due to lack of enough coffee) — sublime and hilarious at the same time. LOL
Lovely AP headline tonight (you’ns morning!)
Struggling Lieberman Faces Political Abyss
http://www.guardian.co.uk/worl…..54,00.html
WOOT!!
Scory at 29 — As you wish. :)
When I need to hide away from the world, I bury myself in my hobby, sewing. But I’m a beginner’s beginner and that’s because I spend way more time reading about it than actually doing it.
My favorite place to go for comfort or escape is PatternReview.com (sorry, I don’t know how to link).
It’s a tremendously friendly, supportive, helpful community. The majority of the members are Americans, I think, but there are a lot of people from all over the world as well, and sewing is where they all find common ground.
There is a message board with threads (no pun intended) on every aspect of sewing and it’s easy to lose myself there for hours.
They have a misc section for non-sewing topics. Politics almost never shows up there, but it was unavoidable after Katrina. There were some very heated, angry exchanges, but I was amazed at how, at the end of the discussion, everyone went back to the sewing boards and let bygones be bygones.
Good morning Sharkbabe. Went to the grocery story at 7 a.m. to avoid the heat. Splurged on some rasperries – don’t know where they are shipping them from but they are worth gold I’m telling ya. Now what to do with rasperries…
Bananas, tomatoes, tuna steaks, bing cherries, pears, cantalope and a small watermelon. Ummm, the thought of eating that cheers me up. My diet is getting a bit tiresome, but a grilled tuna 1/2 sandwhich with tomatoes and a slice of cheese, ummm
I have three great sisters, one wonderful husband, three adorable nieces and one fiesty little nephew. On a down day, thinking about any one of them — or all of them — fills my heart to bursting.
And while Love Actually isn’t the most well-constructed movie in the world, I can’t stop watching it. Firth! Rickman! Grant! Ahhhhhhh.
I liked Love Actually, but not enough to watch it twice. Perhaps I’ll try it again soon, though. There’s a limit to how many times even I can watch Dirty Dancing, and I seem to have reached it. *g* I suspect that any crankiness that may have snuck in to the lake (I haven’t noticed it so much, but I don’t get your emails) is partly a function of the weather. A lot of the things I enjoy doing require going outside. Not that I’m the least athletic, mind you, but the weather here is too miserable even for a trip to the farmer’s market or Steinmarts. Just walking from the far reaches of the parking lot means you’re drenched by the time you reach the entrance — either from sweat or the periodic thunderstorms. Summers in Florida are never idyllic, but this one is enough to make anyone irritable. Anyway, I will now go find a good hot weather recipe to post!
Blank K 56 – don’t forget it being 1981 and buying the ‘62 Olds that cost $25 and ran like God for three years and turned in a smaller circle than your ‘67 bug…
Oh, I forgot LA Story. Love that movie. Also for music – Bach cello suites, and shape note songs sung by Village Harmony.
I was driving over to visit a friend today, and a woman driving a Volvo stopped to let a truck pull out from a side street, which made me miss the next stop light, a long one. So, after hollering at her, (with the windows in both cars rolled up, I’m sure she didn’t hear) I started singing a song to further express my feelings. It started out with “I hate Volvo drivers, they are rude and inconsiderate, made me miss my light, have to sit here all because of a rotten Volvo driver.” I t continued by wishing that someone would scratch the paint on her car, in fact on all Volvo cars, then, that something would come down from the sky and crush all Volvos (but only when they were parked and unoccupied, I was calming down by then and the light had finally changed). Then the song morphed into
Since I hate Volvo drivers
and God and I
Always see eye to eye
God hates Volvo drivers too.
Which made me wonder,
Is this the logic that the hate filled Christians use to justify their hate? Find something you don’t like, then go find something in the Bible to use to prove to your satisfaction that God sees eye to eye with you?
(If you drive a Volvo, I apologize, I’ve recanted, it was a momentary lapse into anger.
But if you drive a Volvo, and come out tomorrow and find it crushed, at least I did ask that the car be unoccupied, and that no one be hurt. And don’t take it personally. It may just mean God wants to help the economy by upping car sales.
So, for me, just make up a song and sing it while doing chores. The melody changes, the words change, and the mood changes too.
Lotus (21): Hmm. There’s also the myth about people, on average, swallowing 4 live spiders per year unwittingly in their sleep.
I agree with you, though, about the health benefits of wine — counterbalanced by copious volumes of coffee the morning after (soothes the liver according to studies).
Thanks for the post Christy. I know that I need to take breaks from the constant awful news coming from the ME & reports on the idiocy of the repub congress.
Some of my pick-me-ups: Movies – Planes, Trains & Automobiles, Sense & Sensibility, Pride & Prejudice; Old B&W movies like African Queen & Casablanca. I mostly look for pure escapism when I’m overwhelmed.
I also find that long walks in the woods are soul soothing for me.
And, best of all, spending time with the grandkids.
Struggling Lieberman Faces Political Abyss
oh god that is beautiful – are we sure the axis of jane spazeboy maura & co aren’t hacking into their word processors :)
Diane @ 51:
It’s seriously creepy. There are only two people in the movie: Rickman is a polite torturer and Madeleine Stowe is the victim.
It’s not a fun movie.
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Sharkbabe at 31 — Mr. ReddHedd and I were talking about that yesterday, actually, after the fellow posted his note. And I was saying that when we’ve watched the movie, I’m always hoping for two things to have changed: (1) That Emma Thompson will receive the necklace for Christmas instead, because Alan Rickman will realize what he could be throwing away (that particular storyline pisses Mr. ReddHedd off every time — how could someone do that to his kids?); and (2) that the Laura Linney character will wake up and realize that she doesn’t have to sacrifice herself for her brother — that she can work something out for the both of them, and that the Italian guy from the office is HAWT. But without those two bittersweet vignettes, it would just be all sap and both of those are so well done — by Emma Thompson and Laura Linney — that I wouldn’t miss that heartache for the world.
Playing my son’s Playstation always helps take the edge off. A nice walk with the wife and the doggies. A great station on Sirius called “Area 33 that plays house music and it WILL put you into a trance. Moonstruck (Chrissy, bring me the big knife!) and Field of Dreams.
Thanks Christy for a beautiful post, a needed pick me up on a hot and humid Saturday morning.
Wasn’t Alan Rickman the Sheriff of Nottingham in that ridiculous movie where Kevin Costner played Robin Hood sounding like a surfer dude?
Struggling Lieberman Faces Political Abyss
oh god that is beautiful – are we sure the axis of jane spazeboy maura & co aren’t hacking into their word processors :)
Sharkbabe, I KNOW! The AP has been so sucky-uppy about so much for so long that, to me, that headline was like a fabulous little corner turned …
spork at 71 –
As you can probably tell from my lists of favorite movies, I’m not much for torture. I did enjoy his performance in Dogma.
His performance in Sense and Sensibility as the preternaturally patient Colonel Brandon, though…
GrandmaJ at 36 — Basil Rathbone is the best Sherlock Holmes of all time. And the entire series is available on Netflix. (I kid you not!)
Sharkbabe – 65?
I’ve never had the pleasure, sad to say. But I did have a hand me down Vega wagon from my aunt. Good car believe it or not (5-speed, huh, who woulda thunk…) Tragedy was that some nitwit pulled directly in front of me as I was headed straight and they wanted to take a left as they approached from opposite direction.
I have a joke: My luck with cars is the same as my luck with women.
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“‘T’ain’t funny, McGee.”
Christy @ 58 sez:
Steve Martin is a genius, and anything he writes I absolutely adore.
L.A. Story.
The earthquake scene alone makes it worthwhile.
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gryphon 68 – I had a road rage incident recently – initial pissing off on both sides – we wound up side by side at the light – she was still looking at me and mouthing things – something made me open my window to actually hear and speak to her – instant defusing and human talk – I apologized for anything I had done – smiles and wishing each other a good day
lotus – fyi – peach cobbler recipe is a comin’
Oh baby … baby … YESSSSSSSSSS
grandmatoo at 70,
The Colin Firth Pride and Prejudice can NOT be improved upon. But anything Jane Austen is okay with me – book or film. ;-)
the Mighty FLD Servers have been hinky for about half an hour for me … not too comforting !
grandmatoo — certainly agree about the grandkids. I call my daughter and ask if I can rent a kid because I need some hugs and my heart needs some old fashioned loving. I live alone.
And nobody can give hugs like 4, 7 and 10 yr olds. The 13 yr old is getting a bit reserved. Boundaries are good. :-)
For escape, comfort, what have you, I read science fiction and fantasy. When times get really bad, I have a couple of favorites. One of them is The Curse of Chalion by Lois McMaster Bujold. My favorite part of this book when I’m feeling hemmed in and cranky comes when two of the characters are discussing the virtue of kindness.
‘Any man can be kind when he is comfortable. I’d always thought kindness a trivial virtue, therefore. But when we were hungry, thirsty, sick, frightened, with our deaths shouting at us, in the heart of horror, you were still as unfailingly courteous as a gentleman at his ease before his own hearth.’
“Events may be horrible or inescapable. Men have always a choice-if not whether, then how, they may endure.”
Sheez, forgot about Laura Linney – she’s another utter treasure – OMG, You Can Count On Me – one of best. movies. ever.
Smooth the rough edges? I knit, eat macadamia nuts, watch Roman Holiday, or just blast music and dance.
*ilson46201 (83): “Mighty FLD Servers”
Firelog Dake?
Juliet Stevenson is the actress in “Truly, Madly, Deeply,” and she’s a revelation.
If you haven’t seen that movie, see it. It’s the thinking person’s “Ghost.”
Christy @ 77 sez:
Basil Rathbone is the best Sherlock Holmes of all time.
Ian Richardson.
(Yes, I’m a dissident on this.)
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Curious Jim @ 71: Yes, Rickman was in Costner’s version of Robin Hood, and was the most delightful thing about it. For many, he was the ONLY delightful thing abuot it.
Elitists are such sad sorry folks. If you’re too cool to laugh at comedy or dance to a great beat, that’s pretty sad.
Pity them.
The Ran Blake, All That is Tied CD that I’m listening to is comforting.
Knowing that this community of caring, smart, funny patriots is here – that is comforting.
Your words are comforting Christy, and for that I am grateful.
Ah, shucks. I bought everything BUT peaches. And now we are getting the peach cobbler recipe… let’s see, is it too hot yet to go BACK to the store…
Yojimbo, Once Upon a Time in the West the finest guy escapist movies. I guess that’s sort of redundant isn’t it.
Christy,
You are doing the work of the angels, being a mom and co-running the best blog community.
That’s enough, I mean you personally don’t have to solve all the problems of the world. Save something for the rest of the firepups!
I wouldn’t know about the taking on too much responsibility *cough*.
For folks getting to a deeper level of anger and political despair, it’s part of the process which leads to deeper engagement. You will become a stronger fighter and know what you are fighting for. If you have been knocked down by this week’s news, or a cumulation of news, soon it will begin to make sense and you will pick up again and carry on. That’s what I like about Blues Brothers. We will help each other carry on. FDL! Hip hip, ok that’s enough about hips. Back to walking :D As soon as the last patient is stablized post-op it will be time to relax, have some wine, and pointedly not think about politics for a little while.
There was a beautiful sunrise here this a.m., usually St. Petersburg is foggy or overcast then.
Well, I have had a wonderful summer so far… I don’t work in the summer so I have started to set up my “pre-retirement” habits of the heart. In the mornings I go to water aerobics classes because I am in Florida so water is the only way to enjoy the summers here. I love the water and I love to swim.
Our summer has been unusually cool so far (cool in the relative sense). We have had a very rainy summer so far, big storms every afternoon. I love storms, the way only a native Floridian can because all that sunshine gets a little boring. I love to crawl into bed and read and listen to the rain and wind (It’s wonderful as long as it isn’t hurricane force.) Right now I am reading Kite Runner and the Crisis of Islam. I just finished Monkeywrench which is a great light weight mystery with a computer nerd theme.
After water aerobics I have art class once a week and my art group once a week. I am planning to “follow my bliss” when (and if) I (can ever afford to) retire from my real job. Art is my bliss. I draw in water based inks and colored pencils. I love the meditative quality of the activity. I tend to have political interests and politics brings out the aggressive and angry side of my nature these days. Art gets me in an alpha state of mind. It’s the only way I can watch TV these days. I am doing a Mayan series right now. By the way West Palm Beach has the largest population of Mayans in AMerica, or so I read. Settled out from the migrant life.
My art group is composed of several friends who are real artists and get together to share and critique their work. They let me go because I am a friend of one of them. It is so terrific and I am so lucky to have found them.
I also have been taking a lot of classes this summer. One on english history and several workshops on the blackboard system we use at the university as it has some features I wanted to catch up on, and several others IT offers to up-grade faculty computer skills. I should be prepping my fall classes right now, but just don’t feel like it (super ego alert). I have also taken a couple of Jungian workshops on the use of metaphor in the arts.
I also get great joy from my family who are all in Tampa so I treck over there once a month and call as if they were across the street. And I get great joy from my cats who are sweet and spoiled. And my friends who are varied and coming and going this summer.
I travel most often in the summer because I can get away for long weekends or weeks at a time. I usually go visit friends… this year in Virginia, New Jersey, and Texas.
My first love was politics, which grew out of a deep affection for America. The kind of affection only an immigrant’s child can have… born out of a desire to master this new world and be accepted by it. To me America was that shinning city on a hill, a beacon to the world. Imagine how I felt when I realized (at my advanced years!) that my fantasies of “our democracy” were pretty much a joke.
For me the world did change on 911, I realized the MSM was either stupid, lazy or bought and turned to the internet to educate myself about the Middle East. The lessons have not been pretty. Our need for energy, our power, and our narcissism have undone us. The only thing that gives me hope is the blogs. It is in the blogs that I feel I can find new ideas, different opinions and serious attempts at action.
And I especially like your early morning chats and recipe exchanges: Here’s one for you; I love soups and made this one for yesterday’s stormy afternoon.
Now I make a ton so I have enough to give to my pals, so feel free to cut down the amounts:
Cabbage Soup with Chorizo
1/2 smallish cabbage
lots of water
1 onion
2 chorizos
1/2 bag of frozen mixed veggies
tons of garlic
and cayenne pepper to taste
I am a salt-aholic so I use Knorrs chicken boullion for extra taste, but you can use however much salt or salt substitute you like.
Chop the onion, the cabbage and the chorizos and add to water, skim off fat when comes to a boil. Then lower temp, add veggies, garlic and pepper and simmer forever. I like my cabbage very well done, so I simmer it for 1 1/2 hrs or even 2. It’s not fattening despite the chorizos because it makes so much. Add water to the consistency you like. And enjoy your rainy days.
PS This is what we Spaniards call Olla (a cabbage variation of garbanzo soup). If you want to make it Garbanzo Soup, just skip the cabbage & mixed veggies, and add instead potato, chick peas and saffron. Oh, and don’t chop the onion, just put it in whole.
Have a great weekend, and don’t believe anything you hear on TV… and watch Syriana if you haven’t already.
OK, here’s my real comfort as I watch insane criminality destroy our world – laughter. Here’s a very quick bit I found on YouTube yesterday and it literally had me laughing all day. Bonus, the actual tantrum of the child is just so much how I feel…and it’s hilarious
http://tinyurl.com/l6dtg
Grandma J – Rasberries! a scoop of good vanilla ice cream, some rasberries sprinkled on top with about a teaspoon of Kaluaha drizzled over… sounds strange but it is delicious!
gryphon, this pertikler Volvo driver graciously wishes you a very happy . . .
SIT ON IT AND SPIN, SWEETIE!
The best British films are by Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger:
The Red Shoes, Tales of Hoffman, A Matter of Life and Death and The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp (the film Churchill tried to destroy)
These days Stephen Frears is the leading director what with Bloody Kids, My Beautiful Laundrette, Sammy and Rosie Get Laid, Dirty Preety Things, and Mrs. Henderson Presents defining Great Britain.
Nothing cheers me up like a Metro musical: Good News, Singin’ in the Rain, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, I Love Melvin, Give a Girl a Break. And then there are a couple of great Paramount musicals: Love Me Tonight and Funny Face.
Christy
Thanks for these wonderful Sat. get-togethers. I have always been a little proud of my fitness but when I stopped playing competitive rugby I got a little stale, but my brother gave me an I-Pod as a Christmas present and this, along with generating some spinning CDs for my sister, got me off the snide , off my butt and into yoga class. Some cardio work(running on a treadmill is AOK if you are the DJ), hoisting a few dumbbells and a yoga workout leaves me serene and content.
Fun little movie:
Sliding Doors (for Gwyneth fans).
For English history fans:
rent the BBC series “Sharpe” with Sean Bean. (He’s so dreamy).
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Planet earth seems to be heading the way of Mars (signs of life in the distant past). For some reason a Ned Lamont win on Aug. 8 would symbolize a shift (albeit minor) away from the abyss. Then a change in the power balance in the U.S. Congress in November would be the next step in reversing this horrible course. I think we’ll be 50 years trying to repair the Bush damage, but to make a change this year would spark a tiny bit of hope.
Sharkbabe @ 98:
That is…disturbing.
:-D
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This will make me seem shallow. But I must confess that my favorite escapist movie is “Animal House.” That scene where Belushi trashes the guitar — because of the singer’s off-key rendition of “I Gave My Love A Cherry” — well it’s just sublime. I guess it’s a guy thing.
gryphon 68ish -
FWIW – I also hate Volvo drivers. Has nothing to with the brand, the car itself, or any accident, or stupid driver moves.
It’s rooted in something deeply personal that is explained by the joke I made upthread a bit.
OTOH: One of the ladies I’ve known had a 10 yr old Mercedes. Smoothest carraige I’ve ever had the pleasure. (hmmmm, that goes in at least two meanings…)
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Oh, and luckily for me, she also was partial to the Irish imbibing regime.
And, I forgot to add in terms of substances, something from the ’seedier’ side, if ya know what I mean. I’m a firm believer in Hydro-power…
ok, having connection problems – so this will be the aforementioned explosion of comment -
yeah, yeah, recipe comin’
Simple Abundance written 10 years ago by Sarah Ban Breathnach is LOADED with all kinds of advice about comforts, better yet great advice on finding your own comforts – frankly Christy, you often echo that that was so good about the book – it was my mission in life to hand it out to every Working/Harried woman I met
Peach Cobbler
Version One – so doggone easy, my sons have made it to impress young women with their culinary skills
Oven to 350
1 box yellow cake mix
1 can peaches
Stick & a half of butter (cold)
drain 3/4 of juice from peaches
dump in to pan
cover w/ cake mix
gently tamp down
cut thin pats of butter and place in rows
across cake mix – like this
xxxxx
xxxxx
xxxxx
put in oven, approx. 30 min. depending on your oven, until top is golden brown (some even cover top w/ tin foil (what else?) after 30 minutes, just to ensure peach mixture isn’t too gloopy)
some folks also use 2nd box of cake mix as bottom crust, if you go that route, cover bottom crust with butter as well
Version 2
(used to bribe Cornyn staff)
using fresh slices peaches
throw in some sugar and cinnamon to taste
add kiss of bourbon (your taste)
leave in fridge several hours before putting cobbler together
Voila !
doesn’t sound like much, but just throwing some canned peaches, butter, and cake mix together can convince family and friends you’re some kind of Betty Crocker
Escape = ESPN
medaka, ah! Just what I’ve been looking for — someone in Blighty to suggest which papers besides ToL, The Guardian, The Independent, and and The Telegraph I should add to my morning paper route. Your opinion, please!
Anybody got any good nutria recipes? (To save New Orleans, we need to reduce their population in the Gulf Coast wetlands.)
Hard to believe that someone would stalk away from a community like this over a movie! Obviously there were other issues.
For comfort on a bad, bad day, there is nothing like the horses. Big, warm, loving — they have the perfect shoulders to cry on. And I know that if I’m angry, I’ll frighten them, so I calm myself, center myself for their sakes, and that’s good for me.
The physical labor of cleaning them and their barn is cleansing. Riding is joy — the power, the speed, the intense pleasure of moving in such harmony with my partner that all I need to do is think for her to respond.
escape = baseball
Think I’ll look at:
“Steel Magnolias”, “Born on the Fourth of July” and “Forest Gump” for the umpteenth time this weekend. Why? Sometimes I just need a courage fix.
I also draw. (This is not a “for sale” type page. I started putting my drawings up on my home page for people to grab for use on personal pages, but then I got obsessed…).
#108 re: nutria recipes
http://www.nutria.com/site14.php
Christy, #37: Meditation is a great relaxation tool. I’m not very good at quieting the “monkey mind” with traditional meditation. I took a meditation class a few years ago where the teacher taught different forms of meditation: Visual, auditory, traditional, writing, and working. Each person in class was able to find their best way to “live in the moment” and block out all the “noise”. For the last class she told us to bring in sleeping bags. We got totally relaxed & she did a guided meditation with the background of a mix of meditation music tapes–it was So relaxing!
Also, I forgot to mention before: Reading pure escapism books: Cozy mysteries like the Tea Shop Mysteries by Laura Childs, Both Joan Hess mystery series, Agatha Raisin Mysteries by M.C. Beaton, etc. Regency Romances.
Sitting on the beach, or walking on the beach collecting seashells.
Thanks everyone for your great ideas – we’ve got to renew the spirits to keep going.
and speaking of squirrels – I dare anybody not to be comforted by this
http://tinyurl.com/zc393
lotus @ 107
besides ToL, The Guardian, The Independent, and and The Telegraph
well, those are pretty much the only papers I read online. Okay, maybe add the Observer to the mix. They publish with the Guardian on Sundays. Same intelligence, maybe a bit more meaty:
http://observer.guardian.co.uk/
BBC too sometimes, but mostly just when I want a hit of new music from RadioOne …
Sharkie, your 80 reminds me of something that happened last year. I was in the right lane of a 4-lane street when a carload of teenagers nearly sideswiped me on the left. At the stoplight, I, a carlength back of them, lifted my shoulders and palms in a WTF gesture as the kid driver started cussing a blue streak at me (I judged from his facial expression). He went on so long, it cracked me up. And that cracked him up. And he cracked his whole carload up . . .
Lovely, simple dinner entree: Sauteed shrimps and scallops with fresh corn puree –
Per Person: 3-4 pound per large/jumbo shrimp shelled (no tails); 1-2 large, thick scallops sliced in half horizontally
Flour for dusting fish
Per Person: 1/2 Tbs. chopped basil and 1/2 medium clove of garlic
Per Person: 1 Tbs lemon juice
Per Person: 1 ear of fresh corn
Olive oil
salt, pepper, and cayenne to taste
1. Cut corn from the ears, removing strings, and puree very smooth, adding a touch of salt, pepper and cayenne to taste. Transfer to small sauce pan and heat on medium, whisking contastantly, until it thickens (gets creamy, not stiff, 3 minutes or so). Set aside.
2. Chop the basil and garlic.
3. Season scallops and shrimp with salt and pepper. Dredge lightly in flour and shake off firmly.
4. Sautee scallops and shrimp in non-stick skillet, 2-3 Tbs. olive oil, (do batches if skillet is small). 1-2 minutes a side; add basil and garlic after flipped. You want firm, gloden, not tough.
5. Plate (reheat & whisk corn if it has set a while): Make bed of corn puree, then, scallops then pile on shrimp. Drizzle lemon juice, droplets of corn puree. Garnish with herb sprig if you like.
It is quick and very delicious.
Hello dear Firedoglaker’s. Hope you don’t mind the endearment from an out of nowhere poster. But I come out of lurk status with a long history here; before Christy, when it was pretty much just Jane and the dogs. I haven’t the ability to discourse on the level you all do; but I so have the ability to read,learn, laugh, appreciate and be sad with you all. Truly what has formed here over time is a “community” in the best sense of the word. I am in awe and deep appreciation for ALL of you. Christy and Jane? There aren’t words. What you do here is beyond valuable and so, so necessary in these times we live in.
I can though speak to what I do for comfort, what I do to feed my soul. I turn to my horses. And although I fully appreciate that is something not everyone can do…at its core, seeking their energy, companionship and lessons ~ is nothing more than drawing from the sage wisdom that Mother Nature has to offer us poor humans. I always smile at Christy’s references to her garden; her lovely bird postings on the weekends. When anger and dispair and frustration are the energies that threaten to engulf me, my horses offer me a simple and profound chance to remember what strength there is to be found in centered “being”.
‘Escape’ is a key on your keyboard.
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As usual, I don’t know whether to laugh or WHATEVER!
“One of the interesting initiatives we’ve taken in Washington, D.C., is we’ve got these vampire-busting devices. A vampire is a — a cell deal you can plug in the wall to charge your cell phone.
–George w. Bush
Denver, CO
08/14/200″
(h/t ‘Chimpomatic’)
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Baseball. Indeed. The perfect game for a summer afternoon.
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“It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone.” A. Bartlett Giametti
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Well, not exactly alone. Rent ‘Bull Durham’ and/or ‘Field of Dreams’ or google baseball movies for other choices. (I’m really starting to appreciate Cubs’ fans. (Red Sox here.) They’re the new version of ‘Charlie on the MTA’
Like, ‘Will they ever win one?’ Just once. But, still, poor Brooklynites sufered w/’so close, yet so far’ for a looonng time. And then the team moved to LA. ‘Nobody Walks In LA’
Anyway….
Ah baseball!
I just love baseball. Especially night games. For me there is something almost surreal and mystical about being at a night game. And baseball movies!
Ya know, E, I was feeling a little sorry for myself this weekend b/c I have to wrok all weekend to get a motion out for Monday and that will put me way behind on the book–
But you just gave me a big old shot of PERSPECTIVE
So, thanks. You did me a solid.
RE: myself at 119: I realize the lemon juice amount is excessive, I would probably just squeeze straight from a lemon rather than measure out so much lemon juice, especially if you have more than a couple people. Sorry about that.
Baseball! Makes me forget. But as for silly movies, How ’bout Private Benjamin and Goldie Hawn.
sorry. the late commish’s last name is spelled “Giamatti”.
Also the one thing that has always allowed me to lose myself is songwriting. I think it was Berlioz who said there is only one real joy in life, and that is creating. I can tell myself, I think I’ll write a funny stupid crap song, and the minute I start, time stops and I’m somewhere absorbed and totally away from my bullshit and the horrors of the world.
Two comforting things:
Hangover albums.
Large quantities of bacon.
oh…
Fried Clams and a side of French Fries.
At a seaside clamshack, preferably, with the sound of the ocean’s waves splashing, and the smell of saltwater in the air.
Saltwater Taffy for dessert.
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Blueberry anything, anytime, anywhere.
Sharkbabe:
Ohjumpinjesuschrist. Bob Ross is just *wrong*.
Please don’t do that again. :-D
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another movie that invites you to get lost in the psychopathology of the characters:
“The Upside of Anger”
Joan Allen, Kevin Costner and a surprise ending.
twolf23- Excellent pic. Sunflowers are a favorite of mine and I planted 2 weeks ago. I had 2 choices, repaint the side of the house or plant sunflowers. Can’t wait until they bloom. What an encouraging shot…
Blueberry anything, anytime, anywhere.
Peaches, dammit!
Does no one consider peaches?
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Baseball – I love listening to the game on the radio – sitting out in the yard in the shade, drinking a lemonade… I LOVE going to the ball park early – the big expanse of green field, all those seats! and then the fans coming in… fun to watch on tv… watch my favorite players hit, throw and catch…! a little instant replay for the most amazing plays…
Baseball – yeah!
egregious 6:51 am — you’re absolutely right; I thought that yesterday with that drive-by comment. It was just a ping-troll. There’ve been an increasing number of them of late since other troll-types have been effectively squashed at FDL.
And bravo to you for all your hard work, a standing ovation. Most of us will never know what it is to save someone’s life so directly.
Horsewoman – thanks for delurking. Horses are my soulmate and I have ridden and owned horses since I was 10. And later I had a farm where we had about 10 horses and I taught my kids to ride. A long ride with my fav Nara would always ease my soul.
alas I cannot ride anymore (disabled). but I go to any horseshow within driving distance and sit in the stands just to watch those beautiful animals. Doesn’t quite match being on their backs and in sync with their hearts, but it will do for now.
You know, I do have to mention one of my fave relaxing things to do: beach vacation in the off season (like Hilton Head in February), when the beach is nearly deserted, and you can be out at sunrise or sunset all by yourself for a solitary walk. Something about the sea crashing against the shore taps into some sort of ancestral thrall for me. (LHP was talking about that the other day as well…must be an Irish thing. *g*)
Horsewoman 119, thanks for delurking – that’s how I feel about my goats. They don’t live with me now but I’m going to see them today in their new home a storybook farm with lots of other different goats. There’s a small place right near me with three horses I get to see every day as I go by – though I’ve never had an up-close relationship with one, they are just the most magnificent, beautiful creatures, they knock me out.
Here’ something that really makes me feel good. David Broder decks Joe.
WEST HARTFORD, Conn. — The challenge to Sen. Joe Lieberman in the Aug. 8 Connecticut Democratic primary from antiwar millionaire Ned Lamont is the summertime drama gripping the entire party.
From what I saw last week, this fight is a complete mismatch. The party regulars supporting Lieberman have a candidate. The rebels backing Lamont have a cause. And I came away convinced that the people with the cause are likely to win — at least this first round.
One night last week the party establishment, led by former president Bill Clinton and Connecticut’s other Democratic senator, Chris Dodd, whipped up an orchestrated show of enthusiasm for the three-term incumbent, whose support of the Iraq war and friendship with President Bush have put his nomination in jeopardy. But none of them — including Lieberman — made any effort to deal with what Clinton called “the pink elephant in the room,” the massive public revulsion in this state for Bush’s war in Iraq.
Ignoring the issue won’t work. Perhaps for some voters, Lieberman’s three decades of constituency service — the jobs he’s saved, the grants and contracts he’s helped secure — entitle him to another term. But how many of them will be motivated enough by gratitude to vote in a mid-summer primary is uncertain. Lieberman has put out a call to friends in Washington to bolster his lagging get-out-the-vote effort, but he has little time to catch up.
For many Connecticut Democrats, the overriding motive is to send a message against the war, against the Bush administration, against Washington — everything that Lieberman represents to them. On the night after the Clinton-Lieberman rally in Waterbury’s Palace Theater, I came here to meet with some of these voters among the 200 people attending a wine and cheese fundraiser with Lamont and his wife, sponsored by a coalition of feminist organizations.
One woman, Karen Schuessler of Ridgefield, told me she had bought an expensive ticket to a Lieberman fundraiser last December so she could tell him directly how much she opposed the war. “He told me, ‘Things are looking better over there. They’re voting. They have a constitution.’ I thought, ‘What a moron!’ The next month, I went to the first dump-Lieberman meeting.”….”
Watermelon Blackberry Soup from Deborah Madison (crazy delicous):
6 cups seeded watermelon chunks pureed (buy seedless and save a LOT of time)
Several chunks of watermelon per person reserved (yellow melon is beautiful in contrast to pink puree).
Fresh lemon juice to taste
salt
2 cups blackberries
3 Tbs. light brown sugar
Rosewater
Mint sprigs
1. Toss blackberries with brown sugar a few drops rosewater, cover and chill for 1 hour.
2. Puree the melon and season with lemon and salt to taste.
3. Serve: add rosewater to melon juice, 1 tsp. at a time to taste (a little goes a long way). About a cup, cup and a half per bowl, adding several blackberries and watermelon chunks per bowl. Garnish with mint sprig.
spork: just give it up – give your elitist ass to the zen of Bob Ross…. :)
whoops! time to go! gotta get my flat tire fixed…. heading for the Great Escape tomorrow – the high Sierras – something about that lack of oxygen at 9000 feet seems to slow my brain down to a relaxing pace…
something tells me Sharkbabe would enjoy one of my lifetime faves -
Mel Torme singing Someone to Watch Over Me
and absolutely anything involving Francis Albert Sinatra backed by either Les Brown or Nelson Riddle – Yowsa !
family cult movie is Drop Dead Gorgeous
essential daily comfort:
http://cuteoverload.com/
Meg Frost is a national treasure.
cbl — ah, THERE it is — Thank You!
medaka — thank you too. Just wanted to make sure I was overlooking an important one.
egregious — what lhp 122 said!
Sharkie — I think it was Berlioz who said there is only one real joy in life, and that is creating. Yepper, and that’s another pleasure of FDL: the chance to craft a few sentences here and there.
Horsewoman — Whaddya MEAN I haven’t the ability to discourse on the level you all do??? Lady, you just shot that theory down into a smoking ruin.
ccmask 131 – here’s a picture of a visitor to the sunflower patch from this AM:
http://www.wolfblog.net/images/butterfly.htm
Gazpacho with a good Pinot Noir…Enya, Bocelli or Sarah Brightman takes me to a faraway place.
Sharkbabe @ 141 sez:
spork: just give it up – give your elitist ass to the zen of Bob Ross…. :)
Happy trees!
:-D
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Hey gang,
It’s time to stop chatting and start acting. John over at Americablog has picked this up from today’s news.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/200…..hvBHNlYwM-
Yeah they’re at it again. These people never stop. Get the phones warmed up. This thing needs to die next Wednesday before the armed services comittee. It needs to be sound bited on every news/comentary show. This bill is anti-american in its highest form. The cost of not taking the house back in November is to continue to fight this bs everyweek for the next two anda half years.
amen to Cute Overload Sharkbabe -
the kitty ‘repairing’ the car screams ‘lotus’ doesn’t it ? yeppers
patience,
’sokay, “We’re an empire now”
Christy-
That Eddie Murphy/ Steve Martin movie? Bowfinger. And I agree, it’s hysterical.
to 113, thanks for the drawing site… what a wonderful idea!
Christy, your anguish about world affairs yesterday left me with a strong desire to find good things that may be under the radar of this insane din all over the news. And I thought about things like alternative energy – which I follow closely. Did you know that both solar and wind power are growing at about 30% per year in the US? And that “green” mutual funds are now available now, and growing ar a very rapid rate?
For comfort during these dark and crazy days we have resorted to all kinds of casseroles, and my wife is the queen of casseroles. She has made salmon-noodle casseroles, burrito casseroles and many others. I like to cook west-coast fusion kinds of things, and any kind of stir-fry.
We have a little home network, and my wife likes to do computer art on her machine with all kinds of specialized software (I don’t remember what this technique is called, but the word reminds me of ‘glissando’).
I am thinking of breaking out my old 1962 Fender Jazzmaster (which I bought new when I was 19, and still have) and recording equipment, and my old Fender bass (and drum machine). Sometimes I plunk around on my classical guitar, and I like to make guitars and ukuleles from guitar boxes and other found objects.
Movies? We don’t watch them much anymore, but are talking about starting up again. My favorite is Koyaanisqatsi; I could watch it a thousand times and still not tire of it.
Oh, and yes, there are always Steven Wright jokes: “ok, so what is the speed of dark,” “If you are not part of the solution, you are part of the precipitate.”
For me comfort activities are an evolving thing:
When I was a kid, I hid in books to get away from the bad things.
When I got a little older I found a sense of control and stability by teaching myself to cook, sew, knit (all needlework actually), and garden.
Later,
I found out how to manage pent up feelings by releasing myself into a rugby tackle. the whole idea that girls were allowed to have fun with violence was a revelation to me. The whole idea that hard physical contact could be fun instead of punishment was liberation.
I learned self discipline and to find a calm center from riding horses. You don’t just careen around madly boucing on the poor animal’s kidneys and sqeezing as hard as you can with your legs. You have to learn to melt into the horses back,to drape you leg around the horses sides in a way that gives guidance and support, to let your hands be firm enough to support the horses head and encourage it to yeild to the bit, yet giving enough that uou don’t hurt it’s mouth. You cannot ride a horse properly until you learn to find some stillness inside yourself and to transmit that stillness ever so subtly to the horse so that it can relax and trust you.
These days, I find comfort walking in the woods by my house or down to the beach. Without the beach in the morning, I would lose my sanity.
When i really want to feel like I have my life under contol, I engage in some heroic feat of housecleaning or go down to Home depot and buy some paint and freshly paint a room.
When I want the people around me to feel my love for them–I cook. We have a feast.
And of course nothing makes me feel virtuous like working in the garden.
My quick pick me up, that you all know I turn to several times a day, is to check in here with all of you. I cannot tell you haw many times this place has gotten me through the day.
that AP article on JoMo before the abyss just killed me. Overall it was pretty much just the facts, ma’am, but in the first paragraph “a principled moderate in a party that doesn’t always welcome them”. Not too much bias there.
cbl 142 – How could you have guessed? :) Mel Torme was and still is God. Best Mel ever is his live album with George Shearing from Charlie Byrd’s old Georgetown club.
I grew up on Frank’s “Come Dance With Me” album – still his ultimate IMO. Thanks dad! Hey there cutes, put on your Basie boots…
GrandmaJ, Sharkbabe…they are amazing creatures, these big animals on 4 legs that have so affected the progression of mankind due to their willingness to submit and put up with us. Good in some ways, not so in others if one is honest; too bad they didn’t stick all four feet in the ground and say “no WAY you’re gonna do that kill each other crap off of my back!” LOL Now for me, they are a daily reminder to be humble; one look in those soulful eyes, one stroke with my hand of that powerful neck, one nudge from that head and I remember I’m not as a human the be all, end all.
And thanks lotus; but really on the political discourse level, some of the minds here just blow me away with their ability to connect dots, understand, and then eloquently discuss. I “learn” so much just from reading. And find comfort in knowing you guys are out there!
By the BY
No one has mentioned what I think is one of the most visually beautiful movies I have ever seen
Fanny and Alexander
Bloggers obviously risk of annoying readers when they start touting their artistic tastes. For instance, I find rock music a bygone and politically comical medium–one light years behind hip hop in terms of political commentary–trust me, I’m so sick of hearing about Neil Young’s irony-free new album–and so now every time I got to C&L and see another music plug I get frustrated, even though John A. is a musician. I understand that a blog is reflection of self, but I don’t go to news blogs for musicical inspiration. It’s a bit like being invited over for a party then having the host break out the family slide show.
patience 148 thanks
god, we’re all the black guy in Night of the Living Dead
twolf: Do you live in the middle of the rain forest by chance?
Prior to 1865, Nat Turner was judged by the law to be a “terrorist.”
Nathaniel “Nat” Turner (October 2, 1800 – November 11, 1831) was an American slave whose failed slave rebellion in Southampton County, Virginia, was the most remarkable instance of black* resistance to enslavement in the antebellum Southern United States and has become a reference of justification for the American Civil War.”
*I prefer the term African American.
The ‘Lieberman at the abyss’ tends to confirm Maura’s statement from a thread last night about ‘the other guy’s’ ground game. Perhaps, I was hasty in ‘misunderestimating’ the esteemed gentleman’s ground game.
I’ve looked at a few more ‘Bubba endorses Jozo’ ads…the first visual splice shows a slightly overweight white woman, 30’s-40ish, who, excuse me is either so transfixed by Bubba, or dumb as a post.
The SECOND visual splice is a guy who could pass as Gonzo. Intent stare, behing tortiose-shell frames.
THEN, the next splice is the youngish white woman holding an infant.
LASTLY, a black woman, about 40, red-hued hat.
Then, Bubba gives the ripsnorting endorsement.
Apologies to Maura. ‘Peril’ indeed.
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lotus, for you, I don’t care what you drive. It could be a Jetson’s special or a horse n’ buggy. You be tops in any vehicle. (So, in apologia, ignore any comment about Volvo drivers from this realm.)
egregious 96
Symbolic don’t you think? A beautiful start to a new day considering what you’re doing to help people where you are. It’s inspiring to read first hand the thoughts of someone doing something that they are passionate about.
I have to say I’m at a lost right about comfort. Nothing has been doing it lately, not dancing, not cooking, not creating, which is especially disturbing, or gardening. All of which have been my go tos when I needed comfort.
Martini #147
Saw Sarah Brightman in Minneapolis-Harum tour. WOW
Nessum Dorma in person-goosebumps!
kung fu hustle, sit back and enjoy
(and i hate sub-titled movies)
Christy at 59, Bowfinger, that was hilarious. And what a physical comedy tour de force was Martin in “All of Me.”
I find watching the movie on Law of Attraction, “The Secret,” will pull me out of the funk every time; it gives me something constructive to do with myself and renews hope that the universe can unfold as it should. If I get really depressed, I put on “The Rocky Horror Picture Show.” I don’t know why, but it pulls me out of the darkness every time. When I recover my energy and stamina, I get outside in my garden…or at least a shady place near my garden. I also find comfort in documentaries (like “The Power of Nightmares”) that help me understand in more depth what is going on and give me the information I need to break the fear-spell.
About 5 years ago, I made two NY resolutions that have changed my life.
1. I no longer count the items in the baskets of people ahead of me in the express line at the grocery store. I finally realized I was not the police, and an extra 5 minutes in line was not going to kill me.
2. When I am being tailgated at 70 MPH on an interstate, I pull over and let the person by just as soon as I can do so safely. I don’t drive with my shoulders around my ears anymore.
Movie, Serpico. I was 15 when the movie was released and saw it in the theatre. Even at that age, I was permanently changed by the way Serpico lived his life — standing up for what is right. He refused to go along with the bribes cops took, and he got shot. Still alive, living outside of Albany.
When I feel like I am at the end of a plank, standing up for what is right, with others waiting to saw the wood behind me, I watch Serpico and it restores my faith in having integrity. The end makes me cry, too. But in a good way.
asiamaybe 7:19am — perhaps next summer for a change of pace you could really get away and take a class with Nita Engle. More pre-retirement planning, traveling around the country while checking out subjects for painting.
T-Rex: I’d like to see a thread up on why grandmaj doesn’t like love stories and what effects it has on the environment.
Saw Kris Kristofferson live last Saturday night here in Redding, CA…front row; just him, his guitar and harmonica. Soulful, real-deal human being who writes lyrics straight to the heart:
Deep in the heart of the infinite darkness
A tiny blue marble is spinning through space
Born in the splendor of God’s holy vision
And sliding away like a tear down his face
Closer you see the whole wide holy wonder
Of oceans and mountains and rivers and trees
And the strangest creation of many, the human
A creature of laughter and Freedom and dreams
Now the warriors are waving their old rusty sabres
The preachers are preaching the gospel of hate
By their behaviour determined to teach us
A lesson we’re soon to be learning too late.
Look closer my brother, we’re killing each other
And we’d better stop and get started today
Because life is the question and life is the answer
And God is the reason and love is the way.
before my dog passed, we spent time every day i had her walking in the woods, a walking meditation for me full of joy seeing her so happy. recently i have increased my yoga classes which are very soothing and helpful mentally and physically. and, saw the Dixie
Chicks the other night, a fantastic show, i loved them and have been blaring their new album home and in my car. it was inspiring seeing so many people who think like us rocking and having a great time. they came on stage to the band playing “hail to the chief”!!!!!!
Horsewoman #173
You are required to post everyday.
“I’m so sick of hearing about Neil Young’s irony-free new album.”
Try reading the comments.
FDL is anything by a monolithic community. Several at FDL respectfully panned Grandpa Granola’s latest.
“It’s a bit like being invited over for a party then having the host break out the family slide show.”
And when did you donate thousands to FDL’s paypal?
Why don’t you try and educate us all, lift us from our “lightyears” old ignorance with a few links to your favorite hip hop?
The “hostesses” have made it abundantly clear that the jukebox is open. If you don’t like the music playing at the party, put your nickel down.
Volunteer somewhere and stop self-obsessing.
Ok, final movie comfort: V for Vendetta. It’s about a pissed-off hero and a young woman he meets and how they destroy Dick Cheney. I can’t describe the captivating haunting inspiring effect this movie has had on me. Out on DVD 8/1.
A young woman made a couple of outstanding fan videos of V for V – I love the music on both.
http://tinyurl.com/l4qec
and
http://tinyurl.com/zr33q
remember, remember, the fifth of november…
If just 10% of the people change their minds, the rest will follow.
You asked for comforting change in perspective…
The Gift
As weird as it sounds, “Six Feet Under” is perhaps my favorite life affirming show ever. I’m currently watching the final season on DVD and rarely does an episode fail to bring water to my eyes.
In death, we see the meaning of life.
The NYTimes had a good editorial about that legislation today.
Everything about that proposal is evil. There is not one good thing you can say about it. It is not getting front paged b/c of the stinking war in the ME. ( I refuse to go down THAT conspiracy theory path)
However, Patience is right. If a story that is NOT GETTING NEARLY ENOUGH MSM COVERAGE
still manages to generate a barrage of phone calls to Senators, maybe those call s will seems even more significant? and have greater effect?
I’m a pianist. Whenever life overwhelms me, I play Bach. I don’t think there is anything more comforting than Bach; his music soothes the soul.
ccmask 162 – sadly, no. I plant “walls” of sunflowers for privacy from my neighbors. The only two trees on my block are the two I planted this summer in my eastern Pennsylvanian mini-backyard.
Spork -
wrt ‘Peaches’ — OK! They’re next, but tied with mangoes. I’d never had the pleasure till the lady with the 10 yr old Mercedes appeared in my life.
Besides, if the Allman Bros. had a double LP named ‘Eat A Peach’ that says something. (I know, there’s irony in that work’s title, but hell…)
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Man, the tide is flowing fast…strugling to keep up w/comments.
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The Mac and the ‘Human Interface Guidelines’ embodied in its design is a ‘comfort’ to this user.
Speaking of which, has ANYONE ever seen this poem type thing published in maybe ‘Architectural Digest’ circa early Seventies by Nicholas Negroponte that is along the motif of the poem on Santana’s ‘Abraxas’
The Negroponte thing explores ‘Man/Machine Interface’ and riffs the ‘We called it slut’whore’ phrasing from the ‘Abraxas’ LP.
Google’s been no help. Ran across it by accident some time ago. Published ala Playboy ‘centerfold foldout’.
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‘Elegance’ itself is comforting.
Sistine Chapel, David, Picasso, Mondrian…
you people are all so fabulous, and teach me so much everyday. wish i could stay up all night, but at least it’s the summer and that gives me a bit more leeway to hang with you here on the other side of the globe …
oh, and if you need a fresh visual/musical pick-me-up, i’d like to again recommend the astro-surfin’
BOARDS OF CANADA — Dayvan Cowboy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrBZeWjGjl8
g’night, and you’ns have a great day!
and so now every time I got to C&L and see another music plug I get frustrated, even though John A. is a musician. I understand that a blog is reflection of self, but I don’t go to news blogs for musicical inspiration. It’s a bit like being invited over for a party then having the host break out the family slide show.
But it’s really not like that at all. If you’re trapped at that party, you’re watching that slide show. A blog, however, has a scroll bar; use it and your problem is solved.
Susan (182):
My favorite scened from MASH (the series): When Hawkeye is coaching Radar on how to pick up women, and when she mentions Bach just say,
“Ahhh, Bach.”
and yet even I still feel frazzled and angry and despairing sometimes. I don’t know about everyone else, but my best thinking gets done in a calmer space…and I need to make sure I’m there more often.
Unfortunately, it’s probably the fine thinking that helps with the frazzling, anger and despair.
To do the fine thinking you of course develop refined insight, awareness, and some (or a significant) degree of horror at the absurd and deceptive and enduring manipulation of the minds and hearts .. and daily lives – of so many, by criminals carrying it out in broad daylight with a smile and snickers.
Horses and concerts ~ I can speak to from experience. Saw CSN&Y Freedom of Speech Tour 2006, South Lake Tahoe the Saturday night before Kris. “Find the Cost of Freedom” in their amazing harmony, sung a-cappela while a video screen in back of them showed the faces of…and the countdown in number…all the lost american lives in Iraq. Dead silence in a rowdy, drinking Harvey’s outdoor ampitheather crowd. Rightly.
When Young broke into “Let’s Impeach the President”, with the lyrics in bold on the video screen so no one would miss the point; some – very few I’m glad to say – walked out. I, and those around me, concurred that the thought “and don’t let the door slam you in the ass on the way out” went through our minds.
smell rat at 8:04.
I took your comment as a criticism of FDL.
As I reread them, it is not so clear to me, perhaps it’s more a criticism of C&L.
In so far as you’re not criticizing the “hostesses” of the FDL party, I take back my 8:15.
Christy:
whatever Jane pays you for blogging on FDL, it’s not enough!
remember, remember, the fifth of november…
The gunpowder treason and plot?
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It is good to talk about the WE. How WE reach out to the rest of US. I don’t recall how I discovered FDL, but I was glad I did. I think it addressed questions/issues in a way that I understood. I guess I wanted to connect with the WE in others. It is the MEs that drive me crazy-the ones that don’t see the absence of justice in what they or the other MEs are doing. How do we show the other WEs where FDL is and what it is about? It seems that there needs a preamble of sorts that might be something we can use to describe US. I know sometimes WE admit to being a bit Tin foil hat about issues-that’s great-not afraid to speculate for the sake of insight, and the best warrior is ever vigilant. Isn’t that the price of Democracy? But, how do We include others without scaring them away? How is it WE embrace our differences for the great good? Love Actually-watched it again last week with friends-we all felt better.
And now for an intermission with Jake Shimabukuro, the ukulele god.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O9mEKMz2Pvo
Hope this link works.
Nothing like Bach, nothing.
“U.S. citizens suspected of terror ties might be detained indefinitely and barred from access to civilian courts under legislation proposed by the Bush administration, say legal experts reviewing an early version of the bill.”
Our best leverage against “terrorists” is a free and open society. This is another attempt by the Bush Administration’s TERRORIST CREATION PROGRAM to prevent AMERICAN CITIZENS, especially those of Middle Eastern descent, from reporting anything suspicious.
horsewoman, on 8/15 csn&y are coming to the the casino near me where i just saw the dixie chicks, i cant wait to see them
Music always works for me. Try listening to Whole Wheat Radio (http://www.wholewheatradio.org) to hear some truly fine independent singer songwriters.
the kitty ‘repairing’ the car screams ‘lotus’ doesn’t it ? yeppers
Well, that got me all curious, but — waaah, can’t find the linky, waaaah.
They’re doing outdoor-movies-under-the-stars things all around DC this summer. Think I’ll check out what’s playin tonite and see if beautiful girl I can’t have wants to go. (We’re movie buddies – she adored V)
Anybody old enough to remember the drive-in days?
new thread: “Paris Hilton”
The gunpowder treason and plot?
yes, that would be the one :)
After being out of work for over thirty months, I sort of have had to learn to pretty live within myself and on very limited means. So, buying something exotic to eat, etc., is kind of out of the question (although once in a great while, I will buy a fresh papaya in season–it’s like the fruit equivalent of ice cream :) ).
But, when I really need a diversion from all the crap, I find my copy of “Real Genius,” because it’s well, so uplifting–the bad guys get their own medicine in spades and in hilarious fashion.
Or, sappy as it sounds, I listen to Ralph Vaughn Williams. Weather Report, especially “Mysterious Traveller” or “Sweetnighter” always seems to help.
And, it has been a crummy week–hot as blazes everywhere, bad news all over the Middle East, and Bush seems as intransigent and bellicose as ever. (Notice how he gets ever spacier in his impromptu speech when there’s a lot of killing going on? I keep waiting for Bush’s eyes to roll back in his head, like Alex in “A Clockwork Orange,” when he’s talking about Israel pounding Lebanon. Life imitates art.)
And, if nothing else works, I tell myself that these sorry-assed idjits in the White House with the black and stinking souls will be gone in just thirty months. It’s nice having something to look forward to.
Probably get EPU’ed since I slept in this am. After putting in several weeks of 70 plus hours each (thanks Christy of noticing I was MIA), dealing with the disaster of the week in home appliances (no AC x 5 days in AZ & now 4 weeks with no washing machine where my 2 year old Maytag died). Dealing with the warrenty company vs the manufactur warrenty turned me into a screaming shrew threatening to sick attorneys on them both!
What us girls do (myself and my two college student daughters) is get a stack of the chick flicks, Pretty Woman, Miss Congenality, Fried Green Tomatoes…. one of my favorite parts in that is now a car insurance commercal.
Sitting here watching old movies on TCM and they had a 1952 10 minute short called “Million Dollar Nickle” – very interesting idea
http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0131483/plotsummary
Might be an idea how to commant anti-American sediment around the world. The current problem is that we the people are being branded with the policies of this Administration and will be for decades.
Hi all,
“Comfort” – definitely peaches. Especially fresh off the tree on a hot summer day. Since moving to the SF area, however, I’m not close to my beloved peach trees, and have to settle for good peaches off of someone else’s trees at the local (fabulous!) produce market: Monterey Market in Berkeley.
The tradeoff in comfort stuff has shifted from peaches to wine. the connections With a winery in walking distance, it has become a great place to step out and reconnect – with the earth, with some incredible people (winemakers, “cellar rats”, and to a lesser extent field workers), and with my taste buds. During the Crush (usually late August through September), The Kid and I will go over and just watch the grapes coming in, being sorted and crushed and pumped and destemmed and so on. The staff there all know him by name, and me by association: “I know you – you’re The Kid’s dad.”
Nowadays, the feeling of peace at the winery comes to me whenever I pour a glass of wine at home.
Comfort indeed.
First comment in weeks and now katymine -Your comment is awaiting moderation
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definitly peaches- beyond the fuzz there is something so pure about them-peaches and creme in August.
I admire both FDL and C&L. All I’m saying is that there are risks of alienating readers when bloggers start dishing out (too often) their personal tastes regarding the arts. And I’m sorry but there does seem to be this “artistic tips” trend of late that started at C&L and is now filtering into FDL. Yes, there is a scroll bar, but there is also the tendency not to visit the blog as often (or at all). I visit C&L a lot less these days, and I’m hoping FDL doesn’t go the same path.
I apologize for evening mentioning my adversion to rock. It was just an example but of course it insulted some people. (See!! Point in case.)
For me, I have to make things with my hands; yesterday I realized I am just not doing enough of that. It takes me away.
Pretty much anything I can do with my hands, I like. (OK, that’s enough.)
It is the process of making things, the idea, the embellishment of the idea as the work is being made. The craft of it, the art of it. Mainly the idea, then from there, making it better.
I suppose lawyering, doctoring, car fixing, everthing is like that, keeping track of the details, putting it all together just so. Then stepping back to admire it. Just because. And if someone else admires it, gravy.
I do like the tubes community, floating in the internets, because it is otherwise just too hopeless sometimes.
Nothing like a good book to take you away from it all. Endurance by Alfred Lansing is a never-fail recommendation. Also, The Heaven Tree Trilogy by Edith Pargeter is as good as fiction gets (you have to make it past the first 50 pages of so). A funny, funny book that is oh so British is Three Men in a Boat by Jerome K. Jerome. If you don’t laugh out loud at the pineapple scene there is something seriously wrong with you! I also find that writing poetry helps. Two teenage boys – need I say more? This morning’s inspiration was dirty dishes everywhere.
I do the dishes, and do the dishes
and still there are dishes to do
a glass on the porch, a pan on the stove
just when I thought I was through
but I won’t complain
cuz when there are no dishes to do
I’ll know that I’m really and truly, finally through
Music has the power to change your mood, too. Barcelona by Queen works on everybody I have ever known. How can you not smile or just laugh out loud when you hear it, especially at full volume? If you don’t have it, get it!
bg at 207 — You’re right about the tube communities. Visiting here and a few other places makes enduring the Shrub years a whole lot less lonely.
re: lotus at 21. My late father-in-law used the example of taking two earthworms and putting one in a glass of water and one in a cocktail. After just a second the worm in the cocktail would be dead while the worm in the water would still be wiggling around. Proof positive that keeping plenty of alcohol in the system will keep you from getting worms.
‘Visiting’ with FDLers is one of my favorite things.
So many good people. So many good ideas on how we can stay sane and help things get better in this poor torn-up world.
Just got back from marking our property boundaries. hot hot hot. glasses all steamed-up. Gimme a sec to cool down so I can see something, then maybe someone would be so kind as to explain how one can send a link to a picture, within a comment.
OK, visualize this: “Bass-o-matic”
fallenmonk at 8:49
or-r-r kill ya, if you fall all the way in the bottle. . .
Tis has got to be somewhhere in near-EPU territory, but have to share anyway.
Thursday I got a call from the nursing home where my 84 yr. old aunt has been rehabbing for the laset 7 weeks from a bad fall that resulted in a hairline tibia fracture. Some of you may remember the battle that was kind of percolating with her husband, who never bothered to notify us about her fall.
Anyway, after that last visit, I put together a pretty long letter, which I sent to the social worker assigned to her, and ran through the background, concerns, etc., and had a follow-up phone conversation with the SW, who was very appreciative of all the info.
So, I get a call from the SW – they are planning to discharge my aunt on the 8th, and the team’s recommendation is that she either go to assisted living, or have full-time help at home. She has declined cognitively during her stay there (has tried to leave a couple times, spent a good part of one day telling people she needed to see the queen, etc), – with good days and not-so-good days, and has no “safety awareness” – she doesn’t use her walker or cane when she needs to. Husband doesn’t seem to understand the danger of her falling and the need for walker, so he is no help in this regard.
Husband is flat-out refusing to accept what is needed, and says he will just take her home where they will be just fine. Sigh. What he doesn’t know is tht if he insists on this, nursing home will get Adult Protective Services in to assess and perhaps take the decision out of his hands.
So, traveled down to Fairfax yesterday, with my sister-in-law and my mom, and we met with SW, and with husband (who didn’t know we were coming), and also got input from physical therapists and nurses. He’s still not budging.
After a 90 minute contentious and frustrating meeting, we had a nice visit with my aunt, though, and we ended up taking her out to Panera for lunch (I love the Frontega Chicken), and to see an assisted living facility nearby. She loved going out – all she had was a blueberry muffin and some fruit, but she clearly savored every bite. There was joy in that for me, even with so much sadness at the edges.
Husband had left when we took my aunt out, and he returned before we got her back – he was OK with the lunch thing, but not too happy about the “field trip.” She had gotten some mail delivered to her room, which husband just took with him and told her he would bring them to her on Saturday (why? screening mail now?). He had taken down all of the family pictures we had put up on the wall and taken them home. Said they were “Too much.” Huh?
Anyway…(sorry this is so long) got back to my mom’s about 7:30, and was meeting my daughter and her future mother-in-law for dinner – we were going to talk wedding. But when I got there, they needed to hear about my day, and I rushed through it – and said, “OK – let’s talk about something happy now.” My daughter said, “You mean, like THIS?” and whipped her left hand out, which was sporting her engagement ring, which had finally come in, and which her fiance had given her after formally asking her to marry him. The ring is beautiful, she’s just glowing and smiling and overflowing with love and happiness – and that was, for me, a balm and a comfort after a really awful day.
Am going to go out and find something happy to do today, and get in a workout which might help.
Happy to have this place and all of you to listen and share with.
I had to think a bit because when things get as bad all over as they are right now I tend to buckle down and work more, and lean on FDL for the respite of the intelligent discourse zinging about me.
But then I remembered that I feel best these days when I take a couple of my dogs swimming at my mother’s pool.
They adore diving in for the tennis balls and the water exercise makes me feel wonderful – - as good as I ever do these days.
Rented “Love Actually” last night. Star studded cast who all turn in excellent jobs (Emma steals the show,) solid multi-thread romantic comedy. funny bits. The word I would chose to describe my reaction to it would be love, actually!
Music that inspires and soothes me – anything by Tallis Scholars; Paul Winter’s Canyon Suite; Paul Simon.
When I’ve just had enough of the bad and worser news arriving on a daily basis, I turn off computer, radio, TV and snuggle and giggle with my 7 year old son. Lately, we’ve had clouds to watch while lying on our backs and swatting the dreaded blackflies (ouch). Usually we don’t.
FDL is my oasis. Though I don’t post much anymore, I’m always here.
Cardio kickboxing, especially when we get to use the Bash Bob rubber bust for practicing stratigeric kicks. Dick Cheney gets a foot in the eye!
Watching my flock of chickens socialize.
Cute Overload. Overheard in New York.
A massage from our good friend Ian.
Mr. Mommybrain’s large, comforting hands contain Reiki rays. Sometimes I ask him to share.
smell rat,
“I apologize for evening mentioning my adversion to rock.”
I don’t think that had anything to do with it.
See op99 above.
IMHO, it’s an opportunity for you to broaden everyone with what you like.
The fact that you like hip hop is a real plus for me. I know nothing about it, but am a musical dumbkopf in all genres. I am however,very interested in the reintegration of African-Americans into American society, so am interested in whatI can learn from hip hop.
Thanks for responding.
I know we’re epu’d but …
comfort for me …
watching the dogs play out back and just chatting with the neighbors
walking around my neighborhood – after too long in all white, all beautiful new hampshire I revel in my multicultural urban new home and always end up smiling
best relax comfort make me happy movie remains Making Mr Right … wonderful wonderful
watching nascar cup races is a meditation on strategy for me and soothes
beethoven loud
the art institute always
and working hard like at YKOS which energizes
When I was a kid my dad took me to the United Nations building in New York. There is a meditation room for the members that is completely soundproofed and the only fixture in the room besides the benches to sit on is a softly lit glass cube, it is so quiet in there you can actually hear your own heart beat.
The only thing I have found since then that is as relaxing is sailing, there is nothing like it in a brisk breeze. Two hours and the Brandenburg Concertos and I am completely renewed
John Casper – methinks smellrat did driveby but may I highly recommend and then recommend again … the dvds of Def Poetry Jam
now there is truth and laughter and hiphop and all in wonder
sofistic, 194: And now for an intermission with Jake Shimabukuro, the ukulele god.
That was nice to hear, though I would question calling JS the “ukulele god.” He looks in his early twenties, and in Hawaii there are some legendary uke pluckers in the 60’s and 70’s, who are perhaps more deserving of such a title. So we’ll take that monicker with a few grains of red Hawaiian rock salt. I do question JS’s interpretation of My Guitar Gently Weeps, which has a sweetly melancholic character to it. JS displays a lot of virtuosity, but George’s music got overwhelmed by the formidable technique. Sometimes even in music less is more.
Another comment, neither here nor there, is that JS seems to have evolved away from the traditional Japanese style of playing a musical instrument with a minimum of body language, whereas JS’s swivelling head at times seems like it may leave his body. That’s cultural assimilation for you.
Even so he seems to be a fine musician and looks like a cool dude. I enjoyed the background of Hawaiian rocks and foliage.
As for you word lovers, “ukelele” in Hawaiian means “flea that jumps” alluding to the movement of one’s fingers when playing the uke. The instrument was brought to Hawaii in the 19th century by Portuguese cowboys, who had lots of free time to pluck the favorite tunes while cowpunching in the burgeoning new industry of cattle ranching in Hawaii. Today there is not much cattle ranching in Hawaii, which is just fine with me.
So this video clip is interesting in that is embodies cultural assimilation involving a Portuguese instrument made famous by Hawaiian cowboys being played by a (presumably) third-or-fourth-generation Japanese American, and being viewed by denizens of the Net of who-knows-what-origin.
Small effing world.
Anne, I’m so glad you took all those smart actions to get the nursing home/SW clued in — and that APS will now jump in as needed is the best news of all! As awful as it is for you, I’m also a bit relieved to know that your aunt is less and less in touch with the awfulness her husband seems determined to surround her in. That mean old buzzard is mounding up quite a record to answer for, isn’t he.
But what a delicious reward awaited you afterward!
Do please keep sharing both stories with us. Your and every other FDLer’s families are starting to feel somehow like my very own.
I’ve always loved the movie “Local Hero” for its gentle humor, its poignancy, and of course the music by Mark Knopfler.
As for what I return to for comfort, I have my family: my beautiful wife and her daughter, plus our 7 month old baby. She gives me joy that I never anticipated…
I don’t post very often on fdl but I do read here frequently. I am very impressed by the community that has grown up around this blog, and how much it has spurred myself and others into actions I might not otherwise have taken. Getting involved is easier when there is organized action by like-minded people. It’s too easy to feel like individual action is futile.
ps
If you are a fan of Emma Thompson, you owe it to yourself to see “Wit” if you haven’t already. Not exactly uplifting material, but an amazing performance. Brought me to tears, and movies rarely do that these days… I rented it with some trepidation because it deals with an illness that took the life of a young friend of ours a few years ago.
thanks, lotus – I think this community feels more and more like family every day!
Hmmm. Good question.
I used to sit down at my kitchen table with a cuppa coffee and a cigarette or 7. Now that I’ve quit smoking (again), the inability to relax and be comforted throughout the day is my worst enemy. Dunno what to do, really.
I love Love Actually and am chuffed to hear about how much others do too! For all the same reasons as stated by others.
Re: smellrat’s point about bloggers personal tastes in the arts showing up frequently on their blog posts. When you find a blog you like politically, you are so relieved, almost euphoric, to find like-mindedness that it jars when the blogger expresses personal tastes in music or movies or books that you feel either nothing or the opposite about. I just skip over those parts. As long as they keep on shouting out the truth in a world of deception, I can live with it.
Christy,
I hear ya. Gotta go now, it’s time for another episode of Gilligan’s Island.
Besides mashed potatoes and gravy, a couple of comfort movies–
Enchanted April- “greying” Brits escape to sunny Italy and find life brightening.
Pay it Forward- the significants of small acts of kindness.
At any momemt, anytime, anywhere–
Ask the angels to uplift you and fill you with divine peace. You won’t be refused.
brainfaht at 220 — I have always wanted to go sailing. One of these days…
Christy –
Kudos to you and the FDL team for the
consistently high standard of commentary.
The titles and pics for each post are outstanding. (and as a dial-up user, I’m sorry to see YouTube being used more and more, but that’s just my opinion)
Latest FaBlog: Fait Divers — Mel-Down
This will look grim, but once read, can sustain your faith in humanity for weeks on end, especially since Soyinka is still alive and writing-
I think of this (from The Man Died, Prison Diary of Wole Soyinka):
“Night. A weird, brief encounter. I had dozed off. Suddenly the door was flung open and a woman catapulted in. “Stay there and shut up.” The officer gave orders for some others to be shut away in different offices. From her accent I knew she was Ibo. I had never witnessed such terror in a woman. It was some time before she was even aware that there was another being in the room. The shock – she was at first convinced that it was an officer, perhaps her appointed torturer – the shock took her to the opposite corner of the room from where she stared with huge panicked eyes and a quivering throat which barely stopped short of a shriek. Then her eyes came downwards and she saw the chains. I saw her body go lax, sympathetic. She came forward, her hand patting the table as if to engage some reassurance of concrete things. I watched her silently. She needed no further comforting from me; the sight of my chains had done more than words could have done for her, calmed her down. But then I saw yet a new change in her face. She stood suddenly still, unbelieving. Recognition. I saw it even before she spoke. “Are you not … are you not Wole Soyinka? I nodded. From my face, to my legs, back to my face. A pause to take it in. Then she broke down in tears.
The guard – he must have gone off briefly to help with the new influx – looked in a minute and gasped. “What is she doing here?” He screamed down the corridor for the officer on duty. “No one is supposed to go in the room with that suspect!”
When they all rushed in she had stopped crying. The duty officer was all regretful; he had not known there was anyone in there. They led the woman away, calmer, stronger. She turned round at the door, looked at me in a way to ensure that I saw it, that I knew she was no longer cowed, that nothing ever again would terrorize her. I acknowledged the gesture. I wondered if she knew what strength I drew from the encounter.” (End excerpt)
That does it for me. Also, Love Actually (I’ve seen it at least seven times, so there, naysayers!), Limelight (hear Chaplin speak, and wonderfully, too), Singing in the Rain, The Brother from Another Planet, A Room with a View. I’ll never get enough of any of them.
Bright people who won’t shut up make me happy, too. So rock on, FDL.
next time youre looking for a movie lift_pieces of april
My husband and I have become hopelessly addicted to Meerkat Manor.It’s on Friday nights on Animal Planet.It’s just freaking ADORABLE.
Not alot makes me feel so good these days.Nothing seems to be working,even all the old standbys.
I gotta get out of the house more I think.I don’t have any real life friends anymore.When my son was little and we were having so many problems with him(high needs infant,rarely slept,later diagnosed as autistic),my friends pretty much abandoned me and that was that.I miss having girlfriends to hang out with.It’s not easy making new friends when you’re 46,everyone already has their best friends and circles and such,it’s hard to break into that.The suburbs may be full of people,but everyone’s too busy to do the work it takes to be a good friend,let alone take on anyone new.
Sometimes late at night,when my husband and son are asleep,I slip outside and float around in the pool on a raft,watching the stars.If I’m lucky I’ll see bats or an owl out hunting.I have to be careful though,it’s never a good idea to fall asleep on a raft in the pool,lol.
Oh, yes! “Enchanted April”–I’d forgotton that movie and how it brings such a sense of contentment! I’m adding it to my Netflix list today; hubby will have to wait for whatever is next in the queue.
When I’m looking not just to laugh but de-frazzle, I like some of the old Woody Allen comedies like “Love and Death” (a favorite of many English majors, though in college, someone always gave a big whistle when Prokofiev’s name appeared for the music credit–a lot of it is “Troika Song,” so upbeat and happy) and “Take the Money and Run” always make me laugh.
Also effective, snappy Cary Grant movies–mostly the black and white ones, but also his work with Hitchcock. Clever silliness, which is why “Life of Brian” is also a favorite.
OH–and books of Calvin and Hobbes or Farside cartoons are a wonderful escape. Put on a little Brandenburg Concertos (I love the Christopher Hogwood leading the Acad. of Ancient Music recording), pour a cool beverage, and just read. A cat in the lap is helpful, too.
And then there’s the occassional bit of happy news: the limp by my beloved nearly 14-year-old maine coon mix was probably just a bruised or pulled muscle, not anything fatal. (She had breast cancer a few years ago, and tiny kidneys for a cat her size, so I worry.) I tore a muscle this summer, too–for a time, we shared ice packs and heating pads. She probably won’t entirely lose her limp, since there’s no feline physical therapy, but that also means she won’t get a flighty pt like I did (this week has been spent nursing a minor re-tear and planning to start over).
She is my angel, and is the only positive thing from my college relationship–I’d said “no long haired cats” as the only rule, and my then-bf pointed at this fuzzy little thing, all ears and eyes and fur, and said, “how can you not take her home? she’s been staring at you since we came in!” I looked at her and she made this high-pitched “myap!” noise. It is her greeting noise for me. It is her usual response when she walks in the room: I say “hi;” she says, “Myap!” My husband calls her my minion. :-)
Anyway, those are some happy things. I think it’s hard to focus on them right now, or even remember what they are. But goodness knows, I think we all could use the break.
Angry Old Broad ~ why not fall asleep on a raft in the pool??? The wake up would certainly be effective LOL! And hey – as to the not easy to make new friends at 46; we moved up here 3 years ago, 3 1/2 hours away from my buddies. I just turned 52. Didn’t know a soul up here; neighbor invited me to a “breakfast club”…went out of politeness; didn’t really appeal to me, and besides, I’d left the “liberal” Bay Area to come up here to right-wing worship God and Bush country and was mighty scared about what I’d find.
And what I’ve found 3 years later? Is that a sense of humor and lack of judgement gets you a long way in this crazy world. Also opens the door to making some great new friends…
I can relate though totally to the “get out of the house more” syndrome ~ easy to get isolationistic tendancies in this day and age! All that said about my friends, literally DAYS go by when it’s my horses and cats and spouse that are my only outside myself interaction. Well…them….and the world as seen through this internet “series of tubes” (anybody see that with Senator Stevens? Oh…course you did; this is Firedoglake LOL!)
Thank you so much everyone. I’ve had a lot on my personal plate lately, and together with the horror in the daily news it has been almost too much to take. I’ve been trying to remind myself of what I used to do for comfort before I let myself get to this frazzled state of mind, but sometimes that just reminds me of losses – places I used to walk, people I used to be able to talk to. So I have been reading about all of your personal comforts with great interest and will take up some new activities, maybe take more interest in cooking or pick up my guitar after way too long. It will be very refreshing, and I truly appreciate the inspiration and encouragement I find in this community.
I have my old standby comfort media, like “Sense and Sensibility”, “Bull Durham”, Disney animated “Beauty and the Beast”, but these days nothing does me more good than my hero Stephen Colbert.
I absolutely love Keneth Branagh’s Henry V too! It blows my mind that he did that whole damn thing – acting and directing, when he was only 28.
Here in Milwaukee I can catch a bus and be at the zoo in 10 minutes. The first area I go to is where the river otters are jumping around playing tag. That is all I need to get past the ugly and enjoy the beauty.
Smellrat — been brewing on your comments about blog hosts expressing their tastes.
Blogging is a medium. It is a conveyance of expression, not unlike a canvas or paper. These hostesses here are using their canvas to give expression and something more…they encourage the people that visit them to share their own expressions, which is more than most artists of traditional milieu can hope to do.
Your comment isn’t truly participatory because it seeks to discourage expression — a veiled threat that you’ll leave if the hostesses and their guests don’t accommodate your personal interests. Try again. If you don’t like the expression here in, like any other work of art you are free to move on to the next artist. Or participate by offering your preferences, like so many of the other folks here in FDL who may not share the tastes and expressions of the hostesses but bring something new to the mix.
I opened last night’s post by Jane about Suzi Quattro or Joan Jett and I reveled in the exchange that followed, so many people sharing more releated and unrelated material; it was an enormous, joyous smorgasbord that took me two hours to wade through, had to fend off the kids who took to peering over my shoulder as I opened link after link. I found new things I’ll save, others my kids adored, old things that brough back wonderful and sad memories. And it all started with hostess Jane’s simple query, an expression of her personal interest.
What a canvas, what a medium, what a diversity of expression. If this one’s not your cup of tea, you have millions of options.
The very first time I rented Love Actually… by the end of it, I was sitting on the edge of my bed not just sniffling but all-out SOBBING uncontrollably into a dish towel. Who didn’t pledge their undying support to Colin Firth back in 1995 when he did Pride and Prejudice? :-)
But my very favorite movie is Bend it Like Beckham.
And I wanted to share this: The Complaints Choir of Helsinki
I’ve got a funny recipe story here – how not to make dosa (a South Indian dish).
And at the risk of some more unseemly blogwhoring, I wrote a not-too-bad piece about my recent sea kayaking vacation here.
It’s been hard keeping the anger out of my political blogging… I’ve been kind of staying away from it for that very reason. I fully subscribe to the view that ‘Anger is a gift’, but it doesn’t come with a receipt, that’s for sure. It can get… tiring.
Christy:
I had some business this morning and am posting very late, but I hope you’ll read this.
For the record, I’m not a huge fan of “Love Actually” AND I still consider myself part of this family. I thought the person who said he won’t visit this blog on account of this one movie, is totally self-centered and missing the point.
I don’t always agree with everyone and I don’t expect everyone to agree with me. However, what I LOVE about this blog is the intelligence, humor and commitment of the hosts and the visitors.
Keep on doing what you’re doing. We can be serious and we can be silly… Most importantly, we’re all ENGAGED IN ACTION AND THOUGHT.
Grieg- Peer Gynt, Beethoven-Symphony No9, Shubert-Ave Maria, And anything by The Chieftains. Walking on a deserted endless beach in Donegal. Good food & great company. The West Belfast Feile an Phobail (thats the Peoples Festival). Reading FDL. Life Can be good. Keep up the good work. ATB
Re smellrat, self-ironic no?
As usual “…I am a life long democrat or progressive or poster at fdl but I think what you are doing is wrong and I can say this even though I have never posted here before. Because I am a ping troll.”
Speaking now as egregious: we can have some fun with these guys, as a cat has fun with string, but please don’t take the ping people too seriously.
Contest!! To see which one of us regulars can come up with plausible ping troll comments. I double dare you all. Example: “I am a lifelong friend of CHS [nose growing ala pinocchio] but in the photograph I saw of her I think her hair color is not really red so she shouldn’t call herself ReddHedd. I think that blogs should stick to the truth in this time of political and grape fermentation and what I say as a first-time commenter matters so much more than the rest of you.” [end pathetic ping troll comment].
Any takers?
To unwind I run a deep bath in my old fashioned bathtub and soak, and have a heart to heart with Higher Self. To finish the ‘purification’ ritual I smudge myself with sage, honor the four directions, Mother Earth and Father Sky, and the Grandparents the Sun and the Moon, All That Is.
Weather permitting I have a big beautiful maple tree in the backyard that is about the same age as me that I enjoy sitting under and watching the sky. If it’s evening with the stars I enjoy the night energies, the soothing feminine yin of the universe. When I go up north there is nothing like skinny dipping in Lake Michigan on a moonlit night, especially if the Lake is calm and smooth as glass.
And music, all music. Music, tones, sounds, their vibrations have healing properties. It is said a cure for cancer will be found using tonal therapies just like the Ancients did.
My biggest comfort is this community at FDL, everyone here. Thank You Redd for everything you and Jane do to make sure we have such a wonderful place and family to share with.
Christy:
Agree on all point. Only thing I find a little weird is that the picture (knowing the geography of SF as I do) has to be from the Farlon Islands, which is a wildlife preserve and off limits to absolutly everyone except marine biologists with a permit from the state of California. The U.S. Coast Guard can’t even land there without a very good reason. I know this, because I had one of those permits, but we were involved in a migration study of elephant seals, and we had to take along a California wildlife inspector who got very upset when we got too close to the animals. I’m just sayin……
For comfort – love actually.
Not the movie (though I really loved it, Christy). I mean love.
I live alone, grown son and across country from mother and sisters. My friends are in other states.
I try to exercise my heart – physically and emotionally – with a daily walk by the beach and a weekly letter to my mother.
Three years ago I made a pledge to myself to write my mother a letter every single week. It was during her 80th birthday visit that I realized we had nothing much in common and that she really didn’t like me much – even though she loved me.
Now my writing my mom has become an act of creating that really moves me. Using scanner, photoshop, the tubes and all the wonderful blogs I am creating works of art each week. I told her recently that when she is gone, I will still need to write her, because she is a part of my thoughts every day.
Each week is a theme for formatting and often content; e.g., mother’s day, her 65th high school reunion, anniversary of my daughter’s death, earth day, etc. The last several weeks have been devoted to a color. My son color prints the letters at his work place, so he gets to read my news and the political news I include to keep mom abreast.
I have hundreds of photos of her life because I scanned her photo album prior to her 80th birthday. Often I will include nostalgia sections with her photos and internet photos.
Recently I started sending a pdf of the letter to Lenore to my friends. In a way it has become my own memoir of my life. It comforts me to be creative and fills me with love to imagine a loved one as reader.
I feel exactly the same way about FDL community. Christy – you and Jane have created a community that is about love actually . . . for our country and each other.
Anything by Rautavaara, even during chemo.
And I scrolled down through a blue — has anyone mentioned that the NYT snuck a bracketed announcement into a news story about Lieberman’s campaign?
If not — or even if so — the NYT endorses Ned Lamont in the Sunday edition.
katiecontinued — what a lovely, generous gift for your mother, yourself and others — I wish I had done something like this for my mother before she died. She loved me, but we had little in common. It’s been almost four years since she died, and I miss her more genuinely every day.
Am I too late? I just got up and will read the comments later, but want to throw in three comments.
1. I sing. Not beautifully, but I sing. The choral society here had the first of our midwinter concerts last night and the second will be this afternoon. We’re doing the Messiah. Remember, July is winter so it doesn’t feel so out of place and we do wear our thermals.
You can’t believe how rich, like a sunlit honey, the tenor sang the solo, Comfort Ye My People. Then an incredible bass boomed Why Do the Nations So Furiously Rage Together? Why do the People imagine a vain thing? I got chills and felt myself part of a greater sweep of history. Some of the singers are religious, some total atheists. We are from several countries. Together, we sing.
2. The labyrinth is a true healer. When you feel closest to the center, you may actually be the furthest. When you feel far from the center, there may only be a turn or two and you suddenly sweep into center. Here in NZ, I haven’t found one to walk but I paint them and can trace them with my finger. But the best is to walk them with your whole body, just like any journey. Take all of yourself along.
3. I try to spend time with people from other cultures. Right now, I’m teaching students from Tahiti, China, Thailand, Saudi Arabia, Japan, Germany. Friday, there were teenagers dancing together to Arab music. When one sees a Tahitian boy learning to dance from a Saudi, one gets a bit hopeful, even if just a glimmer, even if just for a moment.
Christy: You write so beautifully. I envy your effortless, graceful prose. I’m overwhelmed also by the evil that manifests more each day. I’m to the point where I can’t even stand to be around the kool aid drinkers spouting the right wing talking points of the day. I dropped out of a running group partially for that reason. I’m becoming more reclusive and picky about with whom and how I spend my time. And my intention is to make conscious decisions not to feed the fear and hatred in my own personal way. I make it a point to exercise every day at my local Y, where my like minded Y friends and I have morning therapy. Well written blogs (FDL, Billmon, Tom Tomorrow, Bob Harris, Wolcott, Tbogg etc.) are my cyber therapy; BLOGS help me feel not so alone. To be honest, after Great Leader’s annointing in 200, 9-11, and the Iraq invasion, the BLOGS helped me keep what little sanity I have. I, too, adore Love Actually (Hugh Grant’s dance to “Jump” is the highlight). I always watch Casablanca, Fargo, Postcards From The Edge, Defending Your Life, Flashdance, Dirty Dancing, Sister Act II, Mr. 3000 (a highly underrated movie), I’m Gonna Git You Sucker, Something’s Got to Give, Serial Mom and Airplane when they’re on. I’m a sucker for the Big Dance/Production finale numbers and romance. And dark humor. Foraging for comfort food (home made baked goods, particularly) helps me, also, along with laughing at the slide show of my grandkids on my computer. Oh, I can’t forget I Love The 80
s/Behind the Music specials on VH1/VH1 Classic. Though I’m a Mee-Maw boomer, (boomers are highly overrated), I’ll take Cutting Crew’s quintessentially 80’s cheese “Died In Your Arms” over Clapton any day. No offense to Boomers or Clapton fans intended.
Thank you, Tawanda.
Like you, all of my friends’ mothers had died and each friend spoke of the deep loss – even when the relationship was troubled or broken. One of my dearest friends said, my mother was the last person who knew me as a child. This helped me make my pledge to myself.
So, regardless of what may be missing in my relationship with Lenore, I have a rich array of missives (AND HER RETURN LETTERS!) to peruse for the rest of my life. These are reminders of what I do have with her.
To paraphrase a movie – we need a witness to our lives
My review of ‘Love Actually’ at Joyce’s Pix of the Flix:
http://www.writersrow.com/joyc…..ually.html
(Warning to LA fans – I call it an ‘interesting failure’.)
katecontinued — that’s what blogging has become for me. An unintended bonus, though; I realized almost two years into blogging that my kids could, WOULD find me on the internet and read what I’d written some day, about them, about my life, about whatever I was thinking but couldn’t discuss with them because they were too young at the time or did not yet have an interest, or because they see me as their mother and not yet as a faulty fellow human.
Letters are like blog posts before we could share them with others. I’m glad you have letters to flesh out the person your mother was besides your mother. You’ll learn a lot about yourself in them, I’ll bet.
NZ ex-pat —
YOU are never too late. Such wonderful stories you always bring, so exquisitely told. My best friend, on her way home from NZ, called today raving about how gorgeous … and cold … it is there. I can’t wait to hear and see ALL the evidence she’s hauling home.
katecontinued —
I’m willing to bet that it’s not you that your mom “really doesn’t like much” but some demon of hers that she looses on you because you’re available and she needs to let it out SOMEWHERE. My mom was like that, and my brother still is, poor guy. Thankfully, my mom had enough warning that she was about to die that she used one of her last lucid moments to tell me, “I love you with all my heart, and I’m so very proud of you.”
Decades of grief between us dissolved in that instant.
Betcha anything your mom will pull one of those on you sooner or later. Or should she be taken by surprise before she can — mark my words — she’ll hustle right back to your dreams to deliver the message. In either case, you’ll rest easy because you’re doing your best for her.
Smellrat: I think most of us come her because the group is so eclectic. I get to learn about things I never heard of before from this wide-ranging group.
Orangejumpsuit: that recording of Jake was in Central Park, not Hawaii. And, while we are talking preferences, I like Jake precisely because he is not traditional. Bela Fleck seems to agree, since he has toured and recorded with the Flecktones.
I LOVE “Love, Actually!” It’s one of my all-time favorites. And, speaking of Moonstruck (41) I envision the scene where Christy slaps the “Love Actually” naysayer and says, “SNAP OUT OF IT!”
cynic says:
July 29th, 2006 at 11:42 am
I thought is was from somewhere out on Pt Reyes, or west of Stinson Beach at least – the Farallones are too far out (and to the south) and have no beaches to speak of.
Found a clipping with this in my great-grandmother’s scrapbook:
A Persian pupil of the Able Sicrod gave the following extraordinary answers:
“What is gratitude?”
“Gratitude is the memory of the heart.”
“What is hope?”
“Hope is the blossom of happiness.”
“What is the difference between hope and desire?”
“Desire is a tree in leaf; hope is a tree in flower; and enjoyment is a tree in fruit.”
“What is eternity?”
“A day without yesterday or tomorrow; a line that has no end.”
“What is time?”
“A line that has two ends; a path that begins in the cradle and ends in the tomb.”
“What is God?”
“The necessary being, the sum of eternity, the merchant of nature, the eye of justice, the watchmaker of the universe, the soul of the world.”
“Does God reason?”
“Man reasons because he doubts, he deliberates, he decides. God is omniscient; He never doubts; He, therefore, never reasons.”
“Love Actually” was kind of scattered, but enjoyable. Emma Thompson says the line that resonates with everyone who has ever been cheatedd on:
“You’ve made a fool of me and everything I believe in.”
I think that’s the line. I’ve only seen the movie once, so maybe someone who has seen it a dozen times can correct me.
Christy, I LOVE “Love Actually,” but I don’t have a blog so no one will have to stop reading it to punish me.
I saw it in a motel one evening in November, 2004. I then bought the video. Even though it was a very silly film in many ways, I loved it because it countered Bush’s world view.
Music, video, art, reading, anything that allows me to cry softly for awhile about the human condition, and then get on with whatever I can actually do as one person.
Music: Dvorak’s “Cello Concerto”, Bruch’s “Kol Nidre”, Bax’s “Tintagel”, Dixie Chicks “Taking The Long Way” [entire album], “Theme From Bret Maverick [Ed Bruce], “I Can See Clearly Now” [Johnny Nash];
Movies: V For Vendetta [DVD soon, but I admit to watching it a number of times on my iPod from a bittorrent download…at least I paid at the theater and will buy the DVD next week]; Yentl [CD or LaserDisc/tape], especially the lyrics…would like to see a DVD in English, there is a French version], Star Trek: “First Contact”, “Dr. Strangelove”;
TV: Selected Star Trek episodes: Next Generation: “The Inner Light”, “Time’s Arrow” [2 parts], “All Good Things…” [2 parts]; Deep Space Nine: “Past Tense” [2 parts], “What You Leave Behind” [2 parts]; Voyager: “Future’s End” [2 parts], “Workforce” [2 parts], Endgame” [2 parts].
I like “Love Actually” a lot, but comedies don’t do it for me when I’m at my lowest.
I’ve been away, but have been lurking every chance I get. Last night I saw the thread about favorite fun movies, and connected with everyone. I think I own most of the movies mentioned in that thread.
The thread was so timely as I had just come home from a hard week at work and the local video store was out of nearly everything I had wanted.
I was up late, and unable to sleep and put on “Hitch” (my new “Love Actually” and Shakespeare in Love”).
I laughed out loud at 3:30 a.m. when the dance scene was on. And when Hitch’s face swelled from his food allergy.
So my addition to everything Emma Thompson ever did, Annette Bening’s movies, “Mostly Martha” “Chocolat”, “Moonstruck”,”In and Out” and anything else Kevin Kline, as well as love gods Colin Furth and George Clooney, is “Hitch”. (oh, and Renee Zelwegger in “Bridget Jone’s Diary – the opening scene and the scene in the gym when she falls from the stationary bike.) (hahaha)
I’m still smiling.
I enjoy the occasional romcom, but for true ‘comfort’ I turn to 28 Days Later. Yes it is gruesome, but the conscientious good guys win over the undead AND the crazed military. The subtext of zombie movies is the deafeat of fascism. Just ask George Romero.
Talk about feel good films, I just watched Pig in the City with my kids.
Now that is sweet. Though I do like the original Babe best and its lovely theme song:
If I had the words to make a day for you,
I’d give you a morning golden and new.
I would make this day last for all time.
And fill the deep night with moonshine.
I listen to music:
(current top 5)
Hallelulah – Jeff Buckley
Fairytale of new york – Pogues & Kirsty McCall
Anything by Beth Orton
Vodoo Child – Jimi Hendrix
Sunny Afternoon – The Kinks
Failing that – I write nonsense software.
I was going to slag off ‘Love Actually’ but then I remembered I haven’t actually seen it so shouldn’t really comment.
I will be the last commenter of the day for sure. Christie’s words rang a bell with me. I have had no motivation to add a post to my personal blog for two weeks. The world is out of kilter for all of us. But I pulled myself together this morning and wrote – finally.
To calm down, I do qigong or watch the birds at my bird feeder.
For a really good laugh and cry, I watch “Four Weddings and a Funeral”.
I keep pushing myself by focusing on my children and grandchildren and doing whatever I can to make their worlds a little better.
Today we drove to Logan, Utah to the Opera Festival and saw La Boheme. That was a refreshing escape.
May we all find peace for ourselves, may the world find peace.
Movies:
“Galaxy Quest”
“Withnail & I”
“Romy and Michelle’s High School Reunion”
“The Palm Beach Story”
“Twentieth Century”
TV: Project Runway
And, reading PG Wodehouse. Following my husband around and reading bits outloud in my really bad English accent.
And, laying in a hammock
And, talkin’ to my Mom on the phone
And, smokin’ cigs on the porch with a milky cup o’ tea
Hmmmm. Not much “action” in my list. It’s summer and hot. Winter is when I come out of hibernation (along with the desert tortoises).
Walking is very good.
No list of Emma Thompson is complete without “Peter’s Friends.” Light-hearted (mostly), funny (throughout), and wonderful ensemble cast including Hugh Laurie WAY before people in America ever saw “House.” Have never found it on DVD but a good video store should have a dusty copy in the VHS section.
“Bach; his music soothes the soul.” Susan @183
You are right, Susan. Listening to Bach’s Piano Concerto No. 5 and I feel all’s well with the world.
Also, “The Lark Ascending,” Vaughn Williams
“In Paradise,” Faure
But, above all, being present, which requires nothing external…
Ah, how could I forget. Poetry!
“Even after all this time,
the Sun never says to the Moon,
‘you owe me.’
Look what happens with a love like that,
it lights the whole sky.” – Hafiz