And we're on the right side of the ground where they bury the bones
The promised nor'easter has not yet materialized out of the escalating rain, but I have had in the main a really nice birthday observed with my parents, my brother, and my niece, including a hand-drawn card from the latter—a dragon in a party hat—and an almond cake with rosehip jam. I am in possession of an astonishing book-stack, featuring Tobias Wray's No Doubt I Will Return a Different Man (2021), Carys Davies' Clear (2024), and by some incredible sleight of used book stores, On Actors and Acting: Essays by Alexander Knox (ed. Anthony Slide, 1998). The latter looks like a windfall of material I would not have been able to locate for myself through the Internet Archive or JSTOR since much of it was published posthumously with the assistance of Doris Nolan, but at the moment I am deeply charmed that the introduction takes such pains to impress on the reader that on no account should be the quirky and sharply intelligent actor be confused with the blandly authoritative image of President Wilson, since coming from the exact opposite direction of his filmography I had already concluded that in the most complimentary sense, Alex Knox was something of a weirdo. Major points, however, for once while perusing tide pools with friends' children committing the extreme dad joke of suddenly shouting, "Kelp, kelp, I see anemone!" My niece and the twins are currently engaged in a late-over watch of The Black Stallion (1979), which they keep comparing to How to Train Your Dragon. ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thisbluespirit made me Elemental art of Clive Francis as Tungsten. I have a CD of the Dropkick Murphys' For the People (2025).
thisbluespirit made me Elemental art of Clive Francis as Tungsten. I have a CD of the Dropkick Murphys' For the People (2025).
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You’ve seen the anemone song, right? https://youtu.be/93wE-2E0b4Q?si=ckYAiIFVNNbJcyEh
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I HAD NEVER SEEN THE ANEMONE SONG.
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Thank you so much! Today was a birthday observed, so you were right on time.
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I was expecting none of them!
(It's such good Elemental art. I need to be mentally combobulated enough to write fic for it.)
*hugs*
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Thank you! It was wringing-out tiring but worth it. I like my niece a lot.
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Thank you!
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And hurray for the book of essays by Alexander Knox! I look forward to hearing what you learn.
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Always!
(Art is pretty good, too.)
*hugs*
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It came from the Balkan market in D.C.! I gave it to my mother as a present for her and she loved it, but it also found its way into my birthday. Fortunately there remains a good quantity for people who prefer to eat it on toast rather than between layers of almond-flour cake.
We were at the Cape Cod Marathon on Sunday, and I made it a point to nibble rosehips--the fat ones from the dog roses and the tiny ones from rosa multiflora.
That sounds lovely. Were there differences?
And hurray for the book of essays by Alexander Knox! I look forward to hearing what you learn.
Mostly that if these pieces are selected from a larger body of writing, how the hell do I get hold of the rest without going to California or Canada? I had figured out that he had a real sense of humor, both from his interviews and from some of your sister's stories (which I still need to write back to her about! The whole hospitalization business sort of dropped an anvil on my correspondence), but I had no idea he had written a poem for five blacklisted actors which I am planning to transcribe, because some of is good and some of it is just heartfelt, but I would read more by the person who wrote it: there are some knockout lines and its anger is not as safely past as McCarthyism was supposed to be. Everything beyond the three articles he published in Hollywood Quarterly in the mid-'40's is new to me. He has a great story about running into Fred Allen and Portland Hoffa in London in 1952 and another about seeing George Arliss for the first time when he was in his twenties and being aggressively unimpressed and then having to change his opinion to the point that for years his party piece was a possibly not very good George Arliss impression. Personally I appreciate it, but just about everything I read by him makes it even more confusing he had a Hollywood career at all. Discounting actors who actually flamed out, he has a real claim to being the least suited I have ever encountered for the system in which he made his most famous films. I could be talking about this in more detail if I could point to one of the movies I watched in August and then couldn't write about in September because I was too busy almost dying.
thisbluespirit's elemental art is great. And if the Dropkick Murphy's CD is anything like the single you featured from it, then it must be, too.
It's terrific and lends itself well to blasting on repeat, which is what I have been doing with it interspersed with the latest from Desperate Journalist. I am sorry that I couldn't attend the release party in July, but in hindsight of the summer, I'm just glad that anything happened in it at all.
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Re: the rosehips, the little rosa multiflora ones were punchier! I might try collecting some and just smooshing them on bread or something.
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OP: Did you know that copper is so recyclable that stuff mined in BC is still being used?
P2: So what you're saying is that when the cylinder head gasket blew in my '78 Volvo it was Ea-Nasir's fault again. That bastard!
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P2: So what you're saying is that when the cylinder head gasket blew in my '78 Volvo it was Ea-Nasir's fault again. That bastard!
I love how once rediscovered, this letter is never going to die.
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Thank you!