An evening with a (to me, very) old rerun of Peter Gunn, a show more from my husband’s youth than mine.
Not only did the detective wear a suit the whole time, but so did the crooks: suits, ties, and hats. One of the villains even wore a hat with a feather detail in it.
The conflicts between good and bad guys were not convincing, nor were the punches that Peter Gunn had aimed at his stomach. But now I yearn for those ancient impossible days of glamorous semi-violence that never existed.
It’s a very busy thing, this not having of electrical power. It gives you a full day’s agenda.
The most costly of all follies is to believe passionately in the palpably not true. It is the chief occupation of mankind.
— H. L. Mencken
[composed and posted with ecto]
Now playing on iTunes: If You See Her, Say Hello from the album “Blood on the Tracks” by Bob Dylan
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You do learn to say that to yourself, and I think this is a major step forward for a cancer survivor. I know I had to say it today several times before the small moth-like anxieties fled.
Then there was a horrible show that I slurped right up on E! TV about stars’ mental problems. I felt so home there with Gwyneth Paltrow going through the “baby blues” as they’ve come to be called. I can just imagine us hittin’ back on the Prozac, side by side. …..Not, but it did the trick.
I’m now in command of my self…. All dressed up and nowhere to go.
Now playing on iTunes: The Unanswered Question from the album “Kosmos” by Isao Tomita
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