This weekend it snowed and I decided to stay inside and cook and watch old movies on Netflix. It’s become difficult for me to watch anything made since the late 60′s or so; I’m going through a grumpy old lady phase. What strikes me is how incredibly perverted the films of the 50′s and early [...]
Archive for the ‘Love’ category
Pretty Saro
Sometimes a song is more than a song. Sometimes you hear a song for the first time when your heart is breaking. When you are left and lost and sure no one has ever felt this alone. Then you hear this song and it is everything you feel sung exactly how you feel it. It is [...]
Thursday playlist: Loose associations
Last time grandpa fawcett posted here, it was a bunch of gripes. This time it’s a jumble of thoughts and enthusiasms, the ramblings of early dementia: 1.) This song “A Real Hero” by College (feat. Electric Youth) is from the movie Drive. I could not stop playing this song every day, ten times a day, [...]
Love is in the Mix
Here’s a mix I made for the cocktail hour before a friend’s wedding a few years ago. 1. There is No Greater Love – Dinah Washington 2. Isn’t it Romantic? – Chet Baker 3. My Funny Valentine – Miles Davis Quintet 4. Pretty-Eyed Baby – Roy Eldridge & Dizzy Gillespie 5. Come Rain or Come [...]
Unexpected love
Grad school, they tell you, is the wire mesh mother. At best, they say, it’s the wire mesh mother. In Harry Harlow‘s experiments on baby rhesus monkeys, you recall, that was the one that never promised love. The little baby monkeys preferred the cloth mother doll, even if she was cold, or offered no food. [...]
What is it you want?
After the ball was over, after the break of morn, after the dancers’ leaving, after the stars were gone…it was about forty eight hours before I read my first piece of Internet verbiage about how the goal of marriage is an assimilationist one and how saddened the writer was to have her queerness coöpted. And [...]
I LOVE N.Y.
Congratulations to New York for your civil rights victory! Who’d have thought that the legislative process could be so Lovely? Isn’t it wonderful when chants of “U.S.A!” erupt for something other than sporting events or a bombing campaigns?
St. Ann’s Kids . . .
Well, my sister finally passed away. It’s been a long time coming since she had lived with Multiple Sclerosis for 25 years. This is a photo of her oldest child with my son. The big kid was adopted into my parents family in 1980. The little one born into the extended clan in 2004. The [...]
Dang, y’all.
Today was my day! And I blew it! It’s not too late, right? Last night I had one of those “if we’ve only got a couple of hours to sleep, let’s make it count” dreams. I don’t know if I can fully explain it because it was so awful I woke up crying and couldn’t [...]
