Sweetest pleasure in all my roaming
Two chapters in, it appears that my niece likes her present of Sydney Taylor's All-of-a-Kind Family (1951): she has asked me to read her more tomorrow. One of the twins wants to practice her Russian on me. I'm not sure the other wants anything beyond scritches. Since everyone will be done with their school year by the end of the week, I believe the celebratory plan is pizza and ice cream. My goal for tonight is to sleep as hard as I can.
My niece leaping through the sprinkler resembled one of those sixth-century bronze statues of Spartan girls. When she hugged me with the long wet flap of her sleeves, we agreed she was a flying fish.
Rosabella the late-blooming dogwood is in fine form.
Because one of the things that happened to me at the end of last month was an unprecedented case of sun poisoning, my mother would not let me garden without a black felt flop of hat as opposed to the corduroy one I had arrived wearing. Straw is cooler.
This week has been so consumed by plumbers and doctors that I didn't even record the night that![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch and I made pseudo-asada con queso tacos and black beans with sour cream and avocado and salsa; it was great.
The book that I acquired for myself while collecting my niece's present was Sanora Babb's Whose Names Are Unknown (1939/2004), which I had never heard of before last month. I am glad its author lived to see it published. When I mentioned its existence to my mother, she reminded me that the Oklahoma in which she grew up in the '50's was still strongly marked by the Dust Bowl.
Thanks to conversation about hot vintage men of Tumblr, I was inspired to run across this gifset of Bill Pullman in Newsies (1992). I maintain no one is allowed to be vintage who is still, you know, around, but also as I wrote tothisbluespirit, "Heroic dork reporters for one million, Alex."
My niece leaping through the sprinkler resembled one of those sixth-century bronze statues of Spartan girls. When she hugged me with the long wet flap of her sleeves, we agreed she was a flying fish.
Rosabella the late-blooming dogwood is in fine form.
Because one of the things that happened to me at the end of last month was an unprecedented case of sun poisoning, my mother would not let me garden without a black felt flop of hat as opposed to the corduroy one I had arrived wearing. Straw is cooler.
This week has been so consumed by plumbers and doctors that I didn't even record the night that
spatch and I made pseudo-asada con queso tacos and black beans with sour cream and avocado and salsa; it was great.The book that I acquired for myself while collecting my niece's present was Sanora Babb's Whose Names Are Unknown (1939/2004), which I had never heard of before last month. I am glad its author lived to see it published. When I mentioned its existence to my mother, she reminded me that the Oklahoma in which she grew up in the '50's was still strongly marked by the Dust Bowl.
Thanks to conversation about hot vintage men of Tumblr, I was inspired to run across this gifset of Bill Pullman in Newsies (1992). I maintain no one is allowed to be vintage who is still, you know, around, but also as I wrote to
thisbluespirit, "Heroic dork reporters for one million, Alex."
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Your niece looks indeed like a Spartan girl, and like she’s loving summer. And you do look like the sun and your skin had a disagreement! But also, it’s good to see you in among the green 💚 Is the plumbing saga still ongoing? Seems like they’re pitching for a multiple-season show when a mini-series is quite sufficient. Hell, an after-school special would have sufficed.
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The bracket being run is Vintage SFF Men and the requirement is to have been in at least one SFF/Horror film or TV between 1900-2000.
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Right there in the backwash of lost and trapped time with you.
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I just picked the gifset because it showcased Bill Pullman! Newsies (1992) is a Disney musical loosely fictionalizing the newsboys' strike of 1899, starring Christian Bale, David Moscow, Bill Pullman, a whole lot of child actors, and some extremely random adults like Robert Duvall and Marc Lawrence. I didn't see it until high school when I needed to audition for a local youth theater production which now strikes me as legally nebulous since the official stage adaptation wouldn't exist for another dozen or so years, and I have no idea how it would hold up as either a musical or a retelling of a historical labor dispute, but it's from the same weird period of Disney that was producing an animated renaissance at the same time as live-action oddities like The Rocketeer (1991) and I like that someone even proposed it, let alone wrote the book and music. It was almost certainly the first place I saw Christian Bale and the first place I noticed Bill Pullman.
Your niece looks indeed like a Spartan girl, and like she’s loving summer.
Prior to the sprinkler, she had biked around the neighborhood as I accompanied her on foot. It was a really solid summer day.
And you do look like the sun and your skin had a disagreement!
We have no idea what happened. I don't even normally burn. I am slathering myself with sunscreen every time I leave the house even for an errand.
But also, it’s good to see you in among the green
Thank you! It was good to be among leaves. The plumbing saga drags on. I am ready for a dragon or a draugr to show up and put an end to it.
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So when you said it was legally ambiguous, it’s that there shouldn’t have been a filmed dramatization before a stage play was produced, or that you guys in a high school shouldn’t have been able to put it in before it was officially produced? . . . What impresses me it that as a high school student you had the insight to look for the film!
Regarding the plumbing saga and dragons, dragon plumbers should maybe be a thing.
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Hooray! And also I hope your trip is going splendidly!
So when you said it was legally ambiguous, it’s that there shouldn’t have been a filmed dramatization before a stage play was produced, or that you guys in a high school shouldn’t have been able to put it in before it was officially produced?
So it wasn't a high school production, it was a community youth production, and there may have been some kind of loophole under those circumtances which permitted its staging without the copyrighted wrath of Disney, but the version we performed had been created by the couple who ran the summer theater and had visibly started with transcribing the dialogue and songs of the movie, which would have been about five or six years old at the time. All of our materials were handmade by the directors and the adaptation itself changed shape a couple of times in production, unlike the years we did established musicals like Oliver or The Music Man or Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. I don't remember thinking about it at the time; I've just wondered about it in hindsight, especially since the creation of the official stage version in 2011. Anyway, I haven't seen the film since high school, either.
Regarding the plumbing saga and dragons, dragon plumbers should maybe be a thing.
They sound brilliant for drain clogs.
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