There is such a nice community that has gathered on my LJ flist -- it won't be easy to re-instate it. Also it was so easy to meet new people who aren't part of the same old same old, and who often were from other parts of the world. The privacy filters are also a marvelous feature.
I have no idea where I'd go if LJ tanks.
I have another blog, and it's fine -- and I often cross post between the two -- and I've backed up the LJ 'memories.' But the dynamic of that other blog is very different.
Love, C.
Xopher @#70
"I wonder if The Tudors will make that sexy bad boy up into the ugly greedy old schlumpf that Henry became...when the time comes?"
Rhys whatever his name has decidedly nixed that. He announced way back last autumn in the London Times Arts and Entertainment section puff piece on the new season of The Tudors that he will neither bulk up his finely buffed bod nor don a fat suit.
After all history is not the point of the series, as all have noted. Hot bodies interacting in fraught circumstances are.
I did find the characterization of Ann Boleyn in The Tudors engrossing, emphasizing as it did how difficult it was to keep Henry enthralled simultaneously without him finally turning that anger on her. A son and heir was what it was all about. As well as lust. Ann Boleyn was so used by her family, which from what I understand of the historical record was the case. What shits the men of her family were. All of that is in the series, as why not, since it is splendid dramatic material.
But what I liked most is that you can understand, as the historical has always told us, just what an exceptional person Ann was -- her charm plus her intelligence. Her family ordered her to play the King, but they couldn't tell her how. Woo.
The scenes early on when Henry begins tostalkwoo Ann at the Court masks and balls are marvelous. It could have been like that, though of course we don't know.
I thought the character of Henry's Queen Catherine was also played brilliantly.
Henry himself and all the rest -- forget history.
Love, C
JESR @#397
One day all the professional dance apparal stores here in Manhattan seemed to disappear, Danskin, Capezio, etc. They appear to have retreated back to midtown only, their original locations because that's where the schools and theaters are. Dayem!
Have you checked online?
Here for Danskin.
Here for Capezio.
Love, C.
@ 374... Of course, by the 23th Century, maybe they'll have invented pantyhose that don't get runs in them and which can protect from molten metal too.
Superman's already do that. And more!
Love, C.
John Stanning @ #41
January 20 for inaugurating the new POTUS is a relatively recent development.
The 20th amendment to the US Constitution fixed January 20 as the beginning and end of each presidential term, a change effective for the first time in 1937 at the beginning of President Roosevelt and Vice President Garner’s second terms. Previously inaugurations were held on March 4, so the change cut FDR’s first term by six weeks – not much of a difference considering how long he eventually served.
Washington was inaugurated April 30th, 1789. Lincoln's inauguration was March 4th, 1861. FDR's first inauguration was March 4th, 1933.
Love, C.
He's finally found what the virus is, and he's not alone -- sagipsul virus, it's not yet entirely killed. He's been fighting it since 12/29/08! None of the programs he runs has taken it out completely.
Love, C.
Vaquero is now reading this whole discussion. He says, "Thank you."
Love, c.
Vaquero just used that same program to try and kill an infestation of his laptop that took demonic possession early yesterday. But it didn't get it all.
This is a real bugger. Nor does he use the IE browser either.
Still working on it.
Love, c.
I'm so pleased to have discovered a stash of winter wool boot sox that disappeared sometime before moving to New Orleans, I am guessing. I hadn't thought of them for a long time and then could not figure out what had happened. They hadn't worn out as far as I could recall.
I guess I'd put them away when we moved because i wasn't expecting to need them.
They turned up yesterday, and I'm pleased. Some of them go up over the knee even.
Love, C.
#107 ::: albatross
Somehow, I've got this odd song running through my head now, something about "Robots are frequently, secretly fond of each other...."
Woo. When the Spouse wrote that song robots were most definitely NOT in mind!
Gee, next year, February, will be the 3rd? 4th? anniversary since Willie recorded it.
Thank you, Willie!
On another topic, there does seem to be some indication that porn does create real life expectations that Real Life People then disappoint. But maybe enough work has not yet been performed. Since at the same time porn that involves actual, unsurgically enhanced and prettified bodies has grown as well. Or maybe that's a speciality market? Don't know enough to pronouce.
Love, C.
#107 ::: albatross
Somehow, I've got this odd song running through my head now, something about "Robots are frequently, secretly fond of each other...."
Woo. When the Spouse wrote that song robots were most definitely who he had in mind!
Gee, next year, February, will be the 3rd? 4th? anniversary since Willie recorded it.
Thank you, Willie!
On another topic, there does seem to be some indication that porn does create real life expectations that Real Life People then disappoint. But maybe enough work has not yet been performed. Since at the same time porn that involves actual, unsurgically enhanced and prettified bodies has grown as well. Or maybe that's a speciality market? Don't know enough to pronouce.
Love, C.
Would bots put an end to rape and prostitution? Or would both rape and prostitution mutate in ways we haven't thought of yet -- though it's difficult to think there's anything to do with sex that hasn't been thought of and done by somebody, even the most hideous and evil things. Look at Congo ....
What will those do, denied the bot of their dreams, do? As we see even now, there are so many males who just feel entitled to sex and the very kind of sex they want even when nobody is willing to provide it ....
Love, C.
So shoes have become a small theme in the larger outrageous tragedy that is Iraq.
The would be shoe bomber post 9/11 trying to light his shoe on a plane and taken down by the passengers. As consequence all of us having to take off our shoes when trying to fly anywhere, though later that modified depending on -- who knows what or who? (They say Obama plans to dump these ridiculous regs at airports that do not make us more secure but do make us more angry. I hope this is true.)
The U.S. soldiers beating the Saddam statue that they pulled down with the soles of sandals and shoes -- that was revealed later to be as staged by the U.S as was the pull down of the statue itself.
Then the FlipFlop demonstrations wherever John Kerry went while campaigning for POTUS against the shrub, showing that Kerry was not only NOT a Decider, but mendacious as well, and a very silly person. Shame, yes.
And now this. It seems clear that journalist Muntadar al-Zeidi chose the shoe insult for the shrub because of that mendacious Saddam statue event broadcast over and over around the world.
Love, C.
Have you seen the predecessor to White Christmas, Holiday Inn (1942, for which "White Christmas" was written originally, and had the Bingster and Fred Astair -- Danny Kaye took Astair's spot in the White Christmas remake of HI.
HI is essentially a revue, of American holidays, bracketed by Christmases. The plot, such as it is, isthe crooner vs the hoofer -- which one gets the girl(s)? Astaire swipes 'em both, but one of them, the second one, comes back to Bing. This is a decidedly strange little movie, particularly since includes three Irving Berlin classics, "White Christmas," "Happy Holidays" and "Easter Parade," recycled from the Astaire / Garland vehicle Easter Parade – which song is recycled here, sung with all those specific references in the lyrics to Manhattan and Fifth Avenue – in the country.
That there are two girls creates more confusion, though not of the venerable dramatic slapstick or comedy of manners kind, though both are in play throughout, just not successfully. My personal favorite is Valentine's Day. Bing sings to Linda, a song he wrote about her, he says, though he looses himself in his own voice and performance in the piano and doesn't even look at Linda. Behind his back, instead of having to stare goo-goo at the guy singing while the girl has nothing to do, Linda starts dancing, by herself. Then Fred shows up, sweeps her off her feet into a dance. This is the second time they dance, a reversal of the first, during which Fred is deeply inebriated and always threatening to go off his feet. Never have seen Astaire pretend to drunkeness before. It isn't really pretty or nice – I mean there's no heart in it from him, it seems. It feels – odd, wrong.
The weirdest part is Washington and Lincoln's birthday revues, but most particularly "Abraham," Lincoln's (evidently that one got cut for television, except on Turner Classics). Both the Bingster and the second girl go all blackface, and reverently, lovingly sing of how Lincoln freed "us darkies," while in the kitchen the black Jemima cook and her two black pickaninnies, sing too of the good Lincoln who "who freed us darkies."
Love, C.
Arabic via Spain and Latin, and Arabic via Afgahnistan - Pakistan, other parts of India via the Mughal Empires, is the connecting linguistic element, it looks like.
Love, C.
#71 Graydon
Constance @69 --
.... But it does need someone to get out in front and lead, and settle arguments, and make someone care about something larger and more abstract than their immediate concerns.
That's not quite the same thing as the "I'm the decider", which translates into "I don't have listen to anybody". Or, for that matter, settle any arguments; the Bush administration has been an erratic cloud of faction fights.
Fair enough. I hope you're right.
Love, C.
#66 ::: Graydon
Actually believing that power rests with those giving the orders, rather than those who carry out the orders, is another dire delusion of the landed class; not inherently antithetical to democracy but really bad for effectiveness.
That is what worries so many progressives: Obama says that he's the one in charge and all these members of his security and economic teams will be carrying out his vision. This declaration also has disturbing echos of "I am the Decider." We all know how well that decision-making worked.
But then, that's why there is some appeal to someone like me about working at the Company -- I'm so much not the profile, that if there were enough mes, it might be turned around. However, I would never be hired there, just because of that. Second, I'm not interested in the gathering of intelligence side, but the organizing of the information side, which doesn't provide too much scope for policy decisions. But we really can't go and live in D.C. anyway, so it is all empty speculation.
Love, C.
#49 Bruce etc.
I suspect some of us here at Making Light are the kind of people whom the CIA might like to employ: smart, well educated, thoughtful people who are mostly less than average in being socially-adjusted, and very good at focusing on precise sorts of jobs.
Um, no, that bolded bit. I am socially adjusted. I work well with others, as well as play well with others. I am, among other things, a librarian, and librarians are among the most socially well adjusted people I know. They also like to enjoy a good time with like-minded people better than most, and they also like to help people out. We're also very curious and very tenacious in trying to find the answers to Your questions, or the questions of anyone else. Why, yes. We do like challenges.
Love, C.
They're hiring librarians.
The hitch is that you have to live there, and that just seems, well, impossible for yours truly.
For one thing my husband is not going to move out of NYC.
Love, C.
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