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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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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