Saturday, January 12, 2019

Bought A New Tick...

...which as everyone 1930's slang for mattress or bed...King Size no less, which hopefully means I will no longer be poked with a sharp stick in the middle of the night.

Karen claims I *sometimes* snore, which I know isn't true because I stayed up all night once just to check.

But anyway she's taken to pushing / poking / whacking me with a large stick to get me to turn over and stop breathing on her..with this new bigger bed we're practically in different zip codes now so shouldn't be a problem anymore.

King Size is really pretty nice...I'm a fairly big's a picture of me...
...taken at a recent "wear something inappropriate to work" day at our you can see having a little more room to str-e-e-e-e-e-tch out will be useful while trying to get some sleep and dodge the various, random blows inflicted on me as I lie there harmlessly minding my own business.

Anyway, if you're in the market for a new bed, you can't do better than Zinus  That's where we got our new King Size bed and truly we couldn't be more pleased.

We'd been looking at traditional Big Box retailers and online at places like Joybird, Wayfair, etc., and were just about to buy a very nice mid century modern bed from one of them.

Thankfully my grandson and his wife told us about Zinus...we checked them out and found our new bed for a fraction of the cost...we saved well over $1000 by going with Zinus instead of what we were going to do.

And when the FedEx guy was delivering our bed he told us he had 4 more just like it on his truck...Zinus has become very popular for very good reasons.  The traditional stores and online retailers must hate them, but you're going to love them.

Check them'll be glad you did.
Been mining treasure from Woody Allen's old movies lately...Play It Again, Sam (1972)

The Purple Rose Of Cairo (1985)

...and Radio Days (1987)

Watched all of them recently and all of them are excellent...and of course they all feature Woody Allen's brand of neurotic humor where he's not just ok with self-deprecating humor, he's fanatical about it.

You must have watched Casablanca first, before you watch Play It Again, Sam, to really get some of the recurring humor...but assuming a) you have seen Casablanca and b) you liked it, then it follows that c) you're going to love Play It Again, Sam.  Special kudos to Jerry Lacy, the actor who portrays the hallucination of Humphrey Bogart...
...he's dead on and hilarious as the hard boiled Bogey from days gone by.

The Purple Rose Of Cairo is simply one of the most creative movies I've ever seen, especially when taken in context of when it was released in 1985.

And Radio Days was described as the best loving tribute to a bygone era ever made...not sure I'd go quite that far, but it's great fun reliving the 30's and 40's through the eyes of a young Woody Allen when Radio was king.

Still casting about for my next writing project...need to settle on one soon as I've taken to wandering aimlessly, searching for inspiration...
...but so far, no dice.

Not that I haven't kicked around a few ideas but none of them have taken root yet...don't really want to write a murder mystery but may do so just to give that genre a try...thinking...thinking...

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Saturday, January 5, 2019

Art Deco... that fireplace...enough so I think I'm inspired to design our guest room around it.

Of course at the moment the guest room is a bit of a mess, but it is this lovely mid century modern fireplace...
...and thankfully they're in demand at the moment, so guess what I'm going to be selling?

Since I have a pretty nice collection of art deco radios...

...I think I can pull off the art deco look and feel in that room.

Plus, even though I sold my original 1946 RCA 621TS television, I do still have the case for one of those beauties... was actually designed in 1939 which explains the art deco lines...the war delayed its production / distribution, and by 1946 when it finally came out it was not a huge short order it was replaced, which oddly helped cement its place in history as a "rare classic".

I'm thinking of putting a 7" lcd screen in my currently empty case and voila, functioning modern TV with classic art deco looks...perfect for my guest room.

If our guests would rather waste their time watching TV than visiting with us, then they can scooch their chairs right up close to the TV and squint like they had to back in the good ol' days...c'mon, stop whining and put your back into it!

That'll teach 'em...but the TV will look great while they're doing it.

Add an appropriate chair or three...

...some 1920's / 1930's period lighting...

...and we'll be good to go...

Now all it takes is money...lots and lots of money...
While writing PMT 7 I researched World War 1 and came across poetry by a young British officer named Wilfred Owen.
Sadly he was killed in action just a week before the Armistice, but he left behind a number of poems he penned during this bloody conflict.  Owen's legacy over time has become his poetry and he is generally considered to be one of the best from that era.

Perhaps his most famous is "Dulce Et Decorum Est", a Latin phrase borrowed from a work by the famed Roman poet Horace in one of his Odes (book III ).
The full line from Horace's work is "dulce et decorum est pro patria mori" which translates to "It is sweet and fitting to die for one's country".

While not an unusual sentiment, and one that was bandied about fairly commonly in the early days of WWI, as the fury and gore of that unprecedented world conflict unfolded in all its gruesome reality, the phrase began to be seen in a different, more cynical light.

Here's what Owen wrote, describing the horrible death from a poison gas attack he and his mates endured:

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

You can learn more about this tortured soul and his writings here: Poetry Foundation: Wilfred Owens

Worth your time.
It's a beautiful - well, by January standards - sunny day here in Holland, so I'm going to get outside and swing my hickories for awhile...

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Tuesday, January 1, 2019

As Robert Burns Opined...

...a way on back in 1788...though as he told his publisher, it was based on an old folk song handed down through the years in Scotland.

A literal translation might be "old long since", which basically means for old times...y'know, the good ol' days.

An English translation of the first part of his Scottish poem:

Should old acquaintance be forgot, 

and never brought to mind? 
Should old acquaintance be forgot, 
and old lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear, 

for auld lang syne, 
we'll take a cup of kindness yet, 
for auld lang syne.

Reminding us (musically) to remember old times and old friendships, a pretty good way to kick off the new year.

For our part, we threw a really big bash last night - consisting of just the two of us - and watched a couple of great New Year's Eve flicks...the surprisingly good - for an ensemble cast effort - and eponymous "New Year's Eve"...
...followed by the best NYE flick of all time, When Harry Met Sally:
Both are well worth your time, blending relational humor and drama in satisfying proportion.

After that we watched the ball drop and shared a kiss and champagne at midnight...
...and trundled off to 1:30...

Here's to a productive and prosperous 2019!

Happy New Year, y'all...

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Saturday, December 29, 2018

The Passing...

...of A Great American...and of an era.

Richard Arvin Overton, 112 years old...born on May 11, 1906 (!)...died on December 27th, 2018.

Mr. Overton was the oldest WWII veteran, and an amazing human being.

And, as the picture above indicates, he was a cigar smoker...also a coffee lover, and a whiskey drinker...definitely my kinda guy.

Treat yourself and watch this video made about him when he was 109 years young...

Richard Arvin Overton

I love his outlook on life, and his summary statement that he may give out, but he'll never give up.

May he rest in peace, and may all of us embrace his spirit.
I've got a long way to go to catch up to Mr. O, but today is my birthday so Karen posted this on FB: shoot me...I like hats...

Thanks, y'all...

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Thursday, December 27, 2018

Post-Christmas Blues...

...well, maybe not so much...that's the Hostess with the Mostest surveying just a few of the holiday treats she set out for the big day...there was quite a bit more, including deviled eggs, barbecued pulled chicken and the like...

...but then we did have two waves of revelers on Christmas, early afternoon followed by the evening shift...and even with all that we still have plenty of enjoyable day and a relaxing couple of days after, as well.

I even got outside and swung my hickories a few times yesterday...temps in the low 40's and no snow so took advantage of the almost decent weather...
...and of course I had to dress for the occasion...glad I did, too, bc I actually hit pretty well, considering I haven't been able to walk 9 for more than a month now...grrrrr...

It's not post-Christmas blues, anyway...for me it's post-writing blues...always feel this way after I finish a writing project...the exultation of completing the mission is inevitably followed by a bit of a letdown as I start casting about for my next story...

...wait...hold on...I think I've got something...Timmy falls into a well...
...or does he??

It'll come to me eventually.

Saw a documentary the other day called "Always At The Carlyle" about the famous New York hotel...'s known for 2 things especially...its fanatical commitment to its guests privacy (*Vegas may say what happens there stays there, but at the Carlyle it really does*) and its very high priced accommodations...$10,000 a night, anyone?

So while it was interesting to take a peek at how the other 1 tenth of 1 percent lives, the most insightful comments came from its beloved - and now retired - concierge Dwight Owsley...
...when asked why he was retiring after 36 years he said (paraphrasing)..."the world has become less genteel, and I no longer want to be part of that in this position...if you look at old newsreels of ordinary citizens in the 40's and 50's...they all wore hats and jackets...they had a certain dignity and purpose in their lives...they looked like solid citizens... we've lost we all look like messengers...with the "costume" came a mentality, and when you toss that out, you've lost something...ineffable..."

Hear, hear...

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