dangerousmetazine!

mandragona:

Olivier Martinez as Angelo Pardi &

Juliette Binoche as Pauline de Théus in

Le Hussard sur le toit (The Horseman on the Roof)

Ah … one of my favorite films. OM had fits because JB was more comfortable on a horse, appearing to outrace him in many scenes. But La Binoche at 59:23 … I’d ride through hell for that face. The position of the hand is *everything*. 

I need that coat, Martinez. Give it up.

The book …  C’est excellent! Très bien!

Dust-‘set. The clouds of dust parted, the 50 mph winds abated, long enough to see a few sunstreaks. All gone again.

Dust-‘set. The clouds of dust parted, the 50 mph winds abated, long enough to see a few sunstreaks. All gone again.

Sparing myself from crappy coffee-shop coffee.

Sparing myself from crappy coffee-shop coffee.

“Its power was felt; and while my eye Was fixed upon the glowing sky, The echo of the voice enwrought A human sweetness with the thought Of travelling through the world that lay Before me in my endless way.” Excerpt, Wordsworth. [The day started grey, turned out quite wonderful.]

“Its power was felt; and while my eye
Was fixed upon the glowing sky,
The echo of the voice enwrought
A human sweetness with the thought
Of travelling through the world that lay
Before me in my endless way.”

Excerpt, Wordsworth.

[The day started grey, turned out quite wonderful.]

sonicbookmark:

Hednoize - Loaded Gun

I am a gun and I am loaded
I’m taking you down, I’ll take you down
I am a bomb about to go and
You’re going down, I’ll take you down

—-

Noone will ever experience LFN as it was when broadcast. So much good music … so much, they couldn’t get rights to it all. Many episodes, many pieces of action had to be completely re-scored. Took forever to get it to DVD. This is just a sample of some of the great original music.

Who can forget Michael and Nikita kicking serious butt to Rob Zombie’s “Living Dead Girl (Subliminal Seduction Mix)”?

Thoughts about the creative urge.

This is what many just don’t get about creative people. For the true creative, they must express their creativity every day.

Just as the average person needs to inhale fresh air and exhale carbon dioxide, a creative person needs to ingest creativity and express creativity frequently. To stand in the way of them doing so is to not just rob them of the essence of their being … but to torture and kill them.

Because the majority of people cannot understand or tolerate the urge (because they’ve never experienced it), most creatives become loners. Not that creatives are lonely — far from it. They’ve come to eventually enjoy and desire that ‘negative space.’ There is plenty of room for thoughts, dreams and will o’ the wisp there. But even more than the creative urge, people — especially loved ones — tend to repeatedly misconstrue that need for solitude, causing much needless heartache within families.

Trust gets challenged, love gets tested … all for a much-too-brief sojourn in vibrant creative solitude.

[from an early blog draft, eventually to end up in a longer piece.]

Continuing “Spring Fever” casualty list.

Thought y’all would want an update. 

1. Walked into three walls. So far. No special reason. Just because they were there. 
2. Made tea without teabags. [That went over big.]
3. Nearly sliced my pinky finger off with a simple piece of foil while making dinner.
4. Forgot to turn things on. Helps to turn on the crock pot in the morning, when you put all the ingredients in, y’know? Things actually cook.
5. Sliced various other fingers and my forearms in unknown ways. [I look like I’ve had a fistfight with a wolverine.]
6. Bashed my head on the bathroom mirror. Hard to do because it’s on the other side of the sink.
7. Smashed a toe on a chair leg.
8. Socked my knee on my MTB.
9. Twinged my back twisting to pick a magazine up off the floor.
10. Pulled my shoulder out reaching back behind the passenger seat while driving, trying to snag M&M’s I bought, sitting in the bottom of a shopping bag. [Okay, that was premeditated and idiotic.]
11. Forgot to turn things off. After getting into bed, I hear: “What’s that blue light in the kitchen? YOU LEFT THE BURNER ON!”

April is the month where they need to lock me in a padded room. It’s been this way every spring since my teens. 

Later, update: Tonight … sauteed a rubber band with the asparagus.

trashcanpunch: from the top of Casa Grande, Big Bend National Park, TX Ah, nice shot. I worked there in ‘78, for many months. The old WWII Manhattan Project huts we lived in are long, long gone.

trashcanpunch:

from the top of Casa Grande, Big Bend National Park, TX

Ah, nice shot. I worked there in ‘78, for many months. The old WWII Manhattan Project huts we lived in are long, long gone.

archaictires:

1971 Datsun 240Z

Bought one used, to get from home to college. Best sports car I ever owned, by far. In one of the stupidest trades of history, I sold it to pay for a mint vintage ‘73 MG Midget. I still kick myself.

Happy Easter!

Got out on my bike, in spite of headwinds, and did my usual ‘fitness’ route within five minutes of last year’s personal best. Bodes well for outdoor adventures this summer (if the national forests don’t close for fire risk).

I think I earned a cupcake.