I like boys in Beatle boots and tall slim girls in well-cut suits

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Today has been mostly quiet. I am spending the night in Lexington, the better to help my mother with Charlotte-care starting early tomorrow morning. TCM is not showing any of the pre-Code movies I lately desire to see, but on the other hand it is offering some seriously weird objects I am hoping to report back on. Just probably not while I am helping to look after a nearly-two-year-old. I'm expecting a lot of running around.

1. Thanks to a gift card from yhlee, I have just placed an order with Zingerman's for several food items I didn't know were available in this country and/or century. rushthatspeaks and I already have plans for the garum.

2. This playlist is a nice mix of obscure and traditional ballads, with snarky summaries: "I Guess My Corpse Is a Swan Now: A Weird Folk Education." It's worth reading just for the synopsis of "Tam Lin." The recommended recording of "Sovay" is the first one I ever heard, in high school when it was still possible to find a record store and a bookstore on the same block in Lexington Center instead of banks, banks, and more banks—I didn't buy the CD for the Touchwood track, but it was my favorite at once. Later I learned the arrangement's sprightly, off-kilter time signature was the bequest of A.L. Lloyd, to whom nineweaving would introduce me as we traded folk songs in the fall of 2004, about three months before I named this journal. I had been using it as an internet alias since 1998, which I had almost forgotten: my interactions with the internet were otherwise minimal until I left for college, at which point I also acquired an e-mail address I checked regularly. I had to talk about Babylon 5 with people somehow, all right?

3. While recently reading about Tod Browning's Dracula (1931), it came to my attention that the original 1924 version of the stage play on which the film was based, instead of deleting Quincey Morris like pretty much every adaptation since, genderswapped the character. I know this is not what Hamilton Deane intended—or created—but if anyone out there wants to write Quincey Morris, Bowie-knife-wielding lesbian American adventuress, I will read it.

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[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

That summary of Tam Lin was *hilarious*. And yes, that was my first version of "Sovay," too (also: I remember that record store. I remember the Lexington book store fondly, too. Did you ever go into the shop--this is tangential and unrelated to anything--in the old train depot building that had the Mexican shop in it? [have I asked you this before?] I wonder if it was even still there when you were growing up; might have already disappeared...)

My favorite version of "Three Ravens" actually has only two: Old Blind Dogs' version. This Catherine Paver version is pretty though!

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And yes, that was my first version of "Sovay," too

I didn't know!

(also: I remember that record store. I remember the Lexington book store fondly, too. Did you ever go into the shop--this is tangential and unrelated to anything--in the old train depot building that had the Mexican shop in it? [have I asked you this before?] I wonder if it was even still there when you were growing up; might have already disappeared...)

I remember when there were stores in the depot building, but I don't remember much about them. I used to spend a lot of time in Artisan's Way, which was on the nearest corner of Depot Square: I knew the proprietor and I was in love with a trilobite-like glass object that sold one day before I could afford it. I think there's a nail salon there now.

My favorite version of "Three Ravens" actually has only two: Old Blind Dogs' version.

Steeleye Span's "Twa Corbies" was my first version of that ballad. I wrote a flash fiction called "The Third Corbie" because of it. Whoops.

[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

but if anyone out there wants to write Quincey Morris, Bowie-knife-wielding lesbian American adventuress, I will read it.

So I need to come up with a way to bribe Patty Templeton into writing this, because I need it, too and she strikes me as just the person to do it.

Zingerman's has squash seed oil. I am super intrigued...

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So I need to come up with a way to bribe Patty Templeton into writing this, because I need it, too and she strikes me as just the person to do it.

I have no suggestions for bribes in specific but I approve the lineaments of this plan entirely!

Zingerman's has squash seed oil. I am super intrigued...

I ordered baobab jelly. I have no idea, but I'm looking forward to finding out!

[gwynnega]

Quincey Morris, Bowie-knife-wielding lesbian American adventuress

I hope someone does write it!

I rather wish the Louis Jourdan version of Dracula had deleted Quincey, because the actor had one of the worst American accents I've ever heard.

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I hope someone does write it!

There are two promising sets of comments!

I rather wish the Louis Jourdan version of Dracula had deleted Quincey, because the actor had one of the worst American accents I've ever heard.

Oh, God, the unholy composite "Quincey Holmwood." Not that adaptation's finest hour. I can't remember anything else about him. I think he died?

[gwynnega]

I can't remember anything about him except his terrible accent and that he almost let lascivious vampire Lucy bite him.

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and that he almost let lascivious vampire Lucy bite him.

I didn't even remember that! The accent sort of blotted everything out. He may also have had an unfortunate beard.

[gwynnega]

He did have an unfortunate beard!

[lisefrac.livejournal.com]

if anyone out there wants to write Quincey Morris, Bowie-knife-wielding lesbian American adventuress, I will read it.

YES THIS IS A CHALLENGE I MIGHT ONE DAY ACCEPT?!

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YES THIS IS A CHALLENGE I MIGHT ONE DAY ACCEPT?!

MY WORK HERE IS DONE.