Wednesday, December 28, 2011
This is for Tuesday [yesterday, oops].
Monday, December 26, 2011
I've always been fascinated by the marriage of Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall. She was 25 years younger than him, and I'm usually kind of judgmental if the age gap exceeds 17, the age difference between my maternal grandmother and grandfather. [My grandmother was widowed fairly young, and her second husband was also 17 years older than she was.] Anyway, age gap notwithstanding, the Bogarts seemed to have had a very loving marriage, and they stayed married until he died.
It turns out, lucky for me, that Humphrey Bogart had English relatives on both his parents' sides, and in fact, he was Episcopalian like his mother. The picture below caught my eye this morning for a number of reasons, but mostly, who could pass up such an adorable shot of boxers on Boxing Day, right?
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Merry Christmas! Today's Brit is Hogwarts itself, site of the greatest Christmas chorale ever, and our Brit comes bearing gifts. We have a couple of lovely 2 page spreads from a tremendous book as well as an awesome Snape wallpaper. Remember to open the big stuff in a new window so you can get them full size!
Saturday, December 24, 2011
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Tuesday, December 20, 2011
When winter scenes and Christmas cross paths with thoughts of Dan Radcliffe, my mind runs straight to images from HP & the Goblet of Fire. It had that fabulous Yule Ball and the scene where Snape catches a couple in a subtly rocking carriage [or was that in the deleted scenes?] And Dan had all that luscious, warm hair.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Saturday, December 17, 2011
I had been hanging on to a DVD copy of Ken Russell's 'The Devils'--the version with the censored parts restored--and it remained unwatched as I waited for the confluence of events [read: kids out of the house and husband at home] that would allow us to watch it without locking the doors. I'd seen it just once in graduate school--the cut up version because that's all there was then--and for anyone who has ever seen it, you know the word 'unforgettable' is just not enough, not nearly, no way, no how.
Then a couple of weeks ago, Ken Russell died, and that made the DVD box on my desk begin to smolder and burn laser beams at me. So I began watching it in installments during my lunch break. I finished it yesterday. Still unforgettable, especially Oliver Reed who was clearly put on this earth to play the man 'worth going to hell for.' I can't wait to watch it again with my husband. He is a big fan of the Richard Harris-Vanessa Redgrave 'Camelot.' Can't wait to say, 'What do you think of your Guinevere now, honey?'
Friday, December 16, 2011
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Wednesday, December 14, 2011
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Friday, December 9, 2011
This from artist Jamie McKelvie last Christmas via Tumblr--
Thursday, December 8, 2011
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Saturday, December 3, 2011
Chandler's life story makes your heart ache, and that ache is evident in his masterpieces of fiction. Joyce Carol Oates said
“The prose rises to heights of unselfconscious eloquence, and we realize with a jolt of excitement that we are in the presence of not a mere action-tale teller, but a stylist, a writer with a vision … The reader is captivated by Chandler’s seductive prose.”
I'm reading 'The Long Goodbye' right now. But nothing may be as moving as the last chapter of his life which ends right here in San Diego--
In 1954 Pearl Eugenie (Cissy) Chandler died after a long illness. Heartbroken and drunk, Chandler neglected to inter Cissy's cremated remains, and they sat for 57 years in a storage locker in the basement of Cypress View Mausoleum.
After Cissy's death, Chandler's loneliness worsened his natural propensity for clinical depression; he returned to drink, never quitting it for long, and the quality and quantity of his writing suffered.
After a respite in England, he returned to La Jolla. He died at Scripps Memorial Hospital of pneumonial peripheral vascular shock and prerenal uremia (according to the death certificate) in 1959.
Raymond Chandler is buried at Mount Hope Cemetery, San Diego, California. As Frank MacShane noted in his biography, The Life of Raymond Chandler, Chandler wished to be cremated and placed next to Cissy in Cypress View Mausoleum. Instead, he was buried in Mount Hope Cemetery because he had left no funeral or burial instructions.
In 2010, Chandler historian Loren Latker, with the assistance of attorney Aissa Wayne (daughter of John Wayne), brought a petition to disinter Cissy's remains and reinter them with Chandler in Mount Hope. After a hearing September 2010 in San Diego Superior Court, Judge Richard S. Whitney entered an order granting Latker's request.
On Valentine's Day (February 14) 2011, Cissy's ashes were conveyed from Cypress View to Mount Hope, and interred under a new grave marker above Chandler's, as they had wished. About one hundred people attended the ceremony, which included readings by the Rev. Randal Gardner, Powers Boothe, Judith Freeman and Aissa Wayne. The shared gravestone reads "Dead men are heavier than broken hearts", a quote from The Big Sleep. A video of the ceremony is available at http://raymondchandler.info/reunite. Chandler's original gravestone, placed by Jean Fracasse, is still at the head of his grave, while the new one is at the foot.
Friday, December 2, 2011
http://the-eddie-argos-resource.blogspot.com/2011/11/stocking-fillers.html], but not the one pictured above--it's one of a kind and I own it! And because I bought it, the canvas representing the back of the postcard was filled in and addressed to me by Eddie.