A Recipe for …uh..confusion?

Sometimes you can gather up the best ingredients for the finest creation but something goes wrong and all the basics just won’t gel if the mixing goes wrong.

I get easily bored watching award shows; judgements on red carpet attire don’t interest me in the least, actors who deliver memorable lines and fill roles that we identify are actually the people themselves stumble and bumble along no better than we, and it all gets tedious.

I started watching the 71st Golden Globes mostly out of boredom last night, and ended up seeing it right to the end.  It wasn’t tedious or boring and the natural expected level of phoniness was overtaken by what can only be described as confusing.  It lacked professionalism. In the planning I think.

The co-hosts, Amy Poehler and Tina Fey, sustained their excellent standard of entertainment.   These ladies are the best I have ever seen; professional, entertaining, and sort of homey and heart-warming.

Now just who organized this shindig and who let them get away with it?

Right from the start there was a placement problem.  The logistics of getting winners from their seats to the podium seems to have been beyond ability.  The plan seemed to be to make sure there was no direct line from the nominees to the stage, by clustering as many tables as possible.  There was a walkway to the side leading to the stage and by the time our winners made the journey navigating in a squeezing hopping fashion through the tables and down the way, presenters were chatting amongst themselves, the band was running out of music, and no could remember who was receiving what for what and was it time for an entertaining commercial yet?

The of course the prompter from hell resulted in some not having any speech, some having other people’s speech, and general whining about what to do.  Once couple were quickly slipped the presentation words on yellow paper to complete their presentation.  Stars were sent out to the stage then called back.  Order was disorder big time.

Jennifer Lawrence won first Globe and gave a terrible speech that set a tone for everyone else.  She ended with ‘don’t do this again’ and I sincerely hope no one does.

Jacqueline Bisset won next and was even worse.  “I wasn’t expecting this” rang out more than once on this night.  Tough.  If you are nominated, at least have the decency to prepare something.

It was too bad it all reflected on our hosts but I have to say, it all pretty much sucked.

In the words of Jlaw, please please please do not do this again.

The Sheldon Board

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big bang theory new season (Photo credit: Heavybm)

 

There are all kinds of boards; the mother board, the ironing board, the board of directors, shuffle board, leader board, but there is only one Sheldon board.

 

I have an addictive personality so I become enthralled, perhaps even obsessed with books, authors, movies and the odd television series.  ‘The Big Bang Theory‘ has been an addiction for sometime, and I suppose it is somewhat pathetic that when my friends and I meet we always find some part of a long conversation dwelling on the antics of Penny, Amy Farrah Fowler, Bernadette, Howard, Leonard, Raj, and of course Sheldon. And, even worse we can -well I can- quote the script with great accuracy resulting in gales of laughter, not to mention the theme song, the best ever, by the BareNaked Ladies.

 

Some of my favorite scenes take place in the laundry room, where amongst great wit and humor we find Sheldon folding laundry as only the iconic obsessive compulsive can, complete with a board that ensures every item comes out in exact identical specifications.

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And we find ourselves saying, ‘I want a board like that.’  I remember them as an item back in the sixties or seventies, but short of contacting Chuck Lorre directly we couldn’t find a single one. Until one day.  The day.  My sister who likes to peruse Dollar Stores came across one.  I think in the end it had to cost her a fortune because she bought not just one for herself, but a dozen others for our group.  It’s not blue like Sheldon’s but it does the job.

Perfect  fold every time

Perfect fold every time

Others in this house find their laundry missing for short periods of time.  I have to do it since I do not have enough foldables to get fair use from this miracle.  By the time said missing items are rediscovered they have all been obsessively folded.  Just like Sheldon.

My sister lives in an apartment building with a laundry room and I drove her crazy each time I visited begging her to ‘let’s go to the laundry room and play Sheldon and Penny’ but she has a strong sense of propriety so she has declined. So far.

 

 

A Face in the Crowd – Andy Griffith

I clicked on a show tonight more out of boredom than anything else.  1957 Andy Griffith, Patricia Neal and Walter Matthau in A Face in the Crowd.  All of them were very young of course and I never for a moment thought I would actually watch the whole movie.  Well once it started I could not stop – could not even take a bathroom break.  Griffith was about as far away from Mayberry as anyone could be.  A relative innocent, a rube whose music took him to the top and whose showmanship gave him power.  Big time power – until it consumed him.

As I watched I kept thinking of a line from the movie – something great – but there were so many good lines – exceptional lines from Griffith – from Neal – from Matthau.  I have no idea if this pic won any emmys or oscars way back then – did they even have awards then? = I am sure they must have.

This movie and his performance moved me intensely.  I will be thinking about it for a long time. Best writing.  Best performance.  Best everything.

If you want to see powerful – majestic – heart rendering and you get a chance to see it – well I sure would recommend it.  Whew!  Just had to tell you!  Magnificent!

 

You are not weak, You are not old; so saith G2

Today was the first week day of school vacation unless of course you count G1’s school catching fire the last week of school..but that is another story.

By agreement of all adults, the children can play an interactive game for only one hour at a time, then they must switch to another activity.  They seem pretty happy with this and after the first hour, the next was swimming in our pool for G1 and playing on the patio with G2 who is not sure he wants to be in this particular 52 inch pool since he cannot easily touch bottom.  (Mind you he has no problem swimming in the cottage lake which I think is about 40 feet AND of course he wears a flotation device.)

Today G2 asked me most seriously if I would take him swimming at the neighborhood pool in the evening.  The attraction here is that he can touch bottom and of course I would not deny him.  I did decide if he forgot to mention it I would not bring the subject up but after dinner as I was preparing for a quiet evening he remembered.  So off we go.

G1 decided to join us and on the way, since it is directly on our path we stopped to invite G1’s best friend J.  The two have passed every swimming course necessary to be on their own which means I can concentrate on G2.  And it takes some serious concentration.  First the cold pool which he insists on playing in as deep as he can go – generally to his ear lobes and he bobs along until he has to grab me for support and then the warm pool which is more shallow.

Anyway no matter where we are, where we go, G2’s world is all about Star Wars or Lego Star Wars although sometimes it is Transformers so I get to be Breeze, the only female in the lot.  Tonight was Star Wars.  Sometimes I am directed to be Count Dooku or Darth Vader or if I am lucky Obi Wan Kenobe or Luke Skywalker or a host of others I am not sure of.  So first I was Count Dooku engaging battle with the young Anakin.  Sometimes I was Darth Vader so I got to say those famous words, “Luke, I am your father.”  But finally toward the end of the swim I got to be Obi Wan.  As I triggered my light saber to fight G2 stops me and says…’ You are not weak, You are not old.  You are the young Obi Wan.”

I am sure at four and a quarter he has no idea how much those words mean to me.  Sigh…such a nice end to the evening!  And I did not even care the looks the life guard gave me as we exited the pool saying..’Ch..ch…ch..” and I had to explain we were in a Darth Vader elevator..(she had the good grace to smile).

Hairy Start

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I woke up to the song ‘Hair’ this morning (Feb. 29, 2012) famously from the musical of the same name and was immediately transported to the Royal Alexandra Theatre in Toronto in December 1969.  I can actually feel the ermine, the butterflies and the tingles plus a bit of a blush.  What, you don’t remember any of that from the show?  Well, let me explain.

In 1969 I was a tiny wee slip of a girl who although a bride of a few months remained pretty virginal in several ways of the world.  Hair has been called The American Tribal Love-Rock Musical written by James Rado and Gerome Ragni and music by Galt MacDermot.  It was quite revolutionary at the time with its clear anti-war, pro-drug, complete integration and freedom of sex message.

Now the ermine was a coat I wore.  My then sister-in-law Lynne had inherited an ermine coat from an aunt.  The aunt was quite short and for her was knee length but on us fit perfectly in the miniskirt fashion of the day.  We dressed up for the Royal Alex (in those days everyone did) and I encouraged her to wear the coat but she could not as her husband forbade her to wear it for fear someone they knew would see her and think they had more money than he let on to the public.  (I never noticed it in him but I guess he was one of those, ‘I’m so poor’ people.  To what end I am not sure) however……  so I wore the treasure and sat watching the show as I stroked the sleeves and thought..hmmm I was meant to wear ermine.

While many of the critics embraced the revolutionary play it was protested by church groups in Indiana where the issue was not the depravity of the message but the nude scene and city authorities suggested the cast wear body stockings.  Many theatres were closed rather than present the musical.  It was given some dignity by the presence of power.  Princess Anne who was eighteen at the time was seen dancing on stage and in Washington Henry Kissinger attended.

Hair has been quoted as being responsible for the end of censorship worldwide.  Much has been written on its social, cultural and legal impact but on that evening it was just two young ladies stepping out in high fashion to enjoy great music and shocking story and scenes.  This was the very first live production for me and of course I purchased the LP (long playing record for those who…uh never mind), and I am sure that to this very day I can sing most of the lyrics.

So when ‘Hair’ rocked me from the sleepy saddle of slumber this morning, for a few moments there, time travel did exist.

She asks me why, I’m just a hairy guy
I’m hairy noon and night, hair that’s a fright
I’m hairy high and low, don’t ask me why, don’t know
It’s not for lack of bread, like the Greatful Dead, darlin’

Give me a head with hair, long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen
Give me down to there, hair, shoulder length or longer
Here baby, there, momma, everywhere, daddy, daddy

Hair, flow it, show it
Long as God can grow, my hair

Let it fly in the breeze and get caught in the trees
Give a home to the fleas, in my hair
A home for fleas, a hive for the buzzing bees
A nest for birds, there ain’t no words
For the beauty, splendor, the wonder of my hair

Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow, my hair

I want long, straight, curly, fuzzy, snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/h/hair-lyrics/hair-lyrics.html%5D
Oily, greasy, fleecy, shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen
Knotted, polka dotted, twisted, beaded, braided
Powered, flowered and confettied
Bangled, tangled, spangled and spahettied

Oh say, can you see my eyes if you can
Then my hair’s too short
Down with here, down to there
Down till there, down to where it’s stuck by itself

They’ll be ga-ga at the go-go, when they see me in my toga
My toga made of blond, brilliantined, biblical hair
My hair like Jesus wore it, Hallelujah I adore it
Hallelujah Mary loved her son, why don’t my mother love me?

Hair, flow it, show it
Long as God can grow
My hair, flow it, show it
Long as God can grow
My hair, flow it, show it
Long as God can grow
My hair

(Thanks to Wikipedia.org)

That Search Engine Google

First..apologies to those who hate iPad presentations…please click in the bottom where it says ‘standard site’ or whatever it says there. Because you see, I missed my window of sleep. You know..the window..where I could drift off to the land of Nod but did not.
Secondly, I seem to be fighting..well actually struggling with a cold..you know, a few sneezes perhaps a little sinus congestion…geez.

I have watched in wonder and awe as folk have described their search terms. Those googled by who knows who receive all these hits based on misinformation.

Shucks I wish mine was that exciting.

Soft Kitty Warm Kitty took top honors and why not. My G2 seems to have outgrown the stage where he snuggles down at the very start of the song but I have to tell you..three versions into the song he is gone..hmm could it be aversion therapy? Funny thing though..it comforts me….sigh
If Snowflakes Fell in Flavours took second…I don’t care where you are from this is the best children’s record ever. I MEAN EVER!

Marie Bottrell and the Memphis Cats website was next.

My search terms are pretty tame I guess although ‘grandma dressed in blue sitting on the loo’ is a little strange.

So I’m thinking this is about right.

My Name Was Oh Donna

Buddy Holly, Richie Valens and the Big Bopper oh and me, Donna.

My ‘bar’ days are in the distant past but there still is one place that is more home like than bar like that my friends and I enjoy and that is The Commercial in Maryhill. (I know I have mentioned it previously). It is the ultimate Cheers ‘Sometimes you want to go, Where everybody knows your name and they’re always glad you came.’

This past weekend Paul and Sylvia Weber, owners of the Commercial, hosted Bill Culp and the Memphis Cats who brought along Jeff Giles as Buddy Holly. I had never seen Jeff perform before and he is incredible in the role and lives up to all the hype you can google. He has played Buddy in a number of stage plays of the Buddy Holly Story and when he comes to the stage as Jeff there is a subtle morph to Buddy with the first strum of the guitar.

The show was an anniversary tribute as the previous Friday (Feb 3) was the 53rd anniversary of the death of Buddy, Ritchie Valens and the Big Bopper, J.P. Richardson from a plane crash.  With the loss of so much talent at one time the date has been referred to as, ‘The Day The Music Died‘.

The plane trip was a last minute arrangement and the original three passengers were Buddy Holly, Waylon Jennings and Tommy Allsup.  Richardson (the Big Bopper) had the flu and asked Waylon for his seat and Ritchie Valens got Tommy’s seat in a coin toss.  So much for fate.

All were well represented.  Bill Culp is talented in so many ways but when he started The Big Bopper’s Chantilly Lace it was as though he was meant for that song in that moment.

Bruce Tournay, that white knight of song and the keyboard, as  you know is a long standing heart throb of mine, and when he sang Ritchie Valen‘s Oh Donna (I had already volunteered to be Donna when no one else in the room claimed the name), he knelt on one knee, held my hand, gazed into my eyes and sang, I was, I was…well…..Actually I was a very unfashionable beet red color due to the embarrassment of the whole thing.

The most fun, almost, next to the above, was when Jeff explained how Snowball dances were conducted way back when, and he had all of the band come off stage to dance with us, and then snowball. (You may have to google that if they were not part of your past!).

It was a wonderful show and if you get a chance to see any of these guys do catch their show.
I antiqued the first photo which was kind of fun!

Our friend Pauline volunteered to sit in a Maria Elena Buddy's wife

The Stage

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