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While I like both camping and pampering, at this age, if I really get a choice, I generally prefer to spend my weekend at home. Writing would be good, too. But, I do like company.
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While I like both camping and pampering, at this age, if I really get a choice, I generally prefer to spend my weekend at home. Writing would be good, too. But, I do like company. I would choose Amazon (where I shop for nearly everything, including my favorite gluten free cookies) or ezydvd.com.au (Since I first found them in 2001, I have become addicted to being able to see (owning is a ++) zone 4 movies and they can be impossible to get here.) Would I share? The pragmatic question is - what did I do to earn it, or was it serendipity? The real answer (as anyone who has known me for any length of time can tell you) is that I buy presents. All the time - it's what I do. Right now, since Jim is still out of work, I would probably opt for Amazon, and do my Yule shopping. I'm not into gossip, and if people insist on telling me something about someone I care about, I usually call them right away and tell them - so people who like gossip for the sake of it seldom tell me twice. However - if we're talking generic and juicy, (though most of you are probably too young to care about this) In the book I just finished reading, there is a passage which recounts (circa 1967) attorney Roy Cohen's attempt to bring some discredit to Bobby Kennedy by insisting he was having an affair with Rudolph Nureyev!! (apparently no one in the room was buying it even at the time.) Did I repeat it, even though we suspect it isn't true? Well, that is what I just did, neh? But I'm not really gossiping -- I'm quoting page 120 of Bobby and Jackie - a love story by David Heymann. By the way - I saw Nureyev dance three times (once from front row center) in the early 70's and honestly - who could have resisted him? I don't use anything that tracks what I'm playing, but Jim and I are home together at the moment so we've been playing a lot of anime soundtracks, and the Anarchy in the UKelele dvd of the Ukelele Orchestra of Great Britian. My "most played in the brain/and on the itunes" changes all the time (though there are probably a few contenders for "all time" #1 - Paul McCartney's Blackbird comes to mind, and Stephen Eicher's Hope). This week I keep coming back to Milford Haven by the Oysterband. I'm an only child. And so is my brother. (No really - We have always said this. I'm eleven years older than he is, and we also have different Fathers.) Boy, is that the wrong question to ask me. I don't believe you should ever outgrow what you love. And I *especially* believe you should never be forced or coerced or teased into giving up or being embarrassed about what you love. Cordwainer Smith's future proposed that people would have small magnets placed under their skin, and clothes would be cloth with magnets that were draped at will. I'm a little surprised we aren't doing that now. And think how it would screw up airport monitors! I, however, will be wearing black jeans and a grey singlet. Doctor's offices (even if I am just passing by) and any roadway with the word "Belt" as part of it's name (but particularly the Belt Parkway on Long Island. I have been in love with space since Sputnik blew my little mind, so this is a hard one for me since I have so many favorites. If I only get to pick one, though, I suppose it has to be Silent Running. I thought it was a *man* from Nantucket, neh...? Although limericks are so seldom good if they are clean, I have a favorite to share: Said Francesca, "My lack of volition Is leading me straight to perdition; But I haven't the strength To go to the length Of making an act of contrition." (Edward Gorey) Of much more dubious quality, I have always loved this one There once was a pretty young miss who went down to the river to read but a man in a punt stuck his oar in her eye and now she has to wear glasses |