oh dear sweet victor

victor spinetti, ladies and gentlemen. okay, i'm gonna sound like a gushing schoolgirl... victor has always had that kind of an effect on me. yes, i threw in my copy of the beatles film classic 'a hard day's night' the other night, with the express purpose of capturing a few stills of the lovely welsh-italian mongrel that IS mr. victor spinetti. i say, and i have always said, that he has, quite proverbially: the prettiest eyes in the business. hey, victor, if you're out there somewhere, did you hear me?? i said: you have the 'prettiest eyes in the business.' there is not even any close competition. he's tall, he's elegant, he's funny. he's keen and coy and a very subtle flirt. he's a tall, graceful creature with undeniable talent, and a truly heartbreaking set of eyelashes. his voice is like falling into a bed full of handmade quilts with a fire at the foot of the bed... with just the coldest hint of very light snowflakes spiking frozen patterns on the icy indigo windowpane. ahhh, you'll have to forgive me. something about this gentleman's profile conjures up my inner poetess. what a perfect forehead... and that incredible nose! such a marvelous shape... sighhhh. i've been to many great museums in this vast american land... i've beheld sculptures and paintings and tapestries and likenesses from countless realms around the world... still, i have never seen anything like it. just gorgeous. (click to enlarge)

ann still shakes

yeah, hi everyone. man, i'm tired. getting up early takes a lot out of me... so please excuse any misspellings and stuff like that. so, ummm... it looks like the planet needs a jolt of color, so how about this slinky pink pic i found of the one and only ann-margret, with a caption attached. first of all, i love her barbie-doll make-up job. and secondly, i love that slinky pink dress. like, could it be any more revealing? its the shoestring-strappy-most! i love that complicated confluence of strands and ribbons at her breast area. man, i wonder if there's video anywhere in existence that shows her dancing and flailing around in that skimpy number. i love the caption, too. i wonder if if was an exact quote. oh well, i've got to hit the mattress soon. but just remember i love you all. and keep shakin'!

okay

so, for any of you that were wondering how my day went wednesday, when i went to fulfill my new 'job' obligations? well, paul here can tell you... everything went okay. we worked on putting together a newsletter. (mostly about local 'happenings,' and upcoming 'jazz fests' and stuff like that.) the six-page professional-looking mini-magazine goes out to over 6oo people in the area. we had to print and collate and get ready to mail them, all by hand, just the three of us. actually, i caught myself having fun. we're finishing the job tomorrow. (friday, so i guess that's today.) i did get a few papercuts, but that was really the worst thing about it. and i was home in time to have the cute young Comcast dude hook up my new internet hardware. (that's not a euphemism, that's exactly what happened.) so i'm not dreading going in tomorrow. i've already fixed my hair in my late 60's inward flip. i think paulie would approve of my swinging style. hopefully i'll get back into the habit of posting almost every night, once i get more used to my new schedule, like, 'internal clock'-wise. i love you all. (click to enlarge)

my new position

wish me luck, everyone. i've accepted a volunteer position on some local tourist board type association, answering phones and stuff like that. it starts wednesday. i really didn't want to do it at first, but who am i to scoff at an 'entry-level' situation? so, i'm gonna look just like this chick. all sexy and secretarial with her hair up and her ruby lips ready to recieve a sexual-harrassment kiss-on-the-mouth from some older boss-guy with silver fox hair, preferably a guy that looks like edward fox. or james fox. no, edward fox. i have, on him, the 'fox dibs.' (?) actually, i think i'm going to be working mainly with women. oh well, you can't have everything, can you? i'm anxious, but i'm all showered and my clothes are laid out like a good girl. i even styled my hair... kind of in a late 60's liz taylor headband inward flip-style. so, wish me luck. i think its only gonna be two days a week. and only a few hours at a time, but as i said, you have to start somewhere. so i love you all. kiss.

happy birthday yuqing

i feel a little ashamed. usually i'm very good at remembering birthdays, but i have to admit, i almost forgot this one. and there's totally no excuse for it. my dearest darling yuqing's birthday is today, and with 30 minutes left in the day, i finally realized what day it was. now, this date slipping my mind has nothing to do with how deeply i feel love for this man. he is, after all, and probably always will be, the great romance of my life. he is of the highest character and intelligence. his merciful and loving heart has never let me down. he is a brave man, a talented scholar, a fine teacher, and a wonderful lover. i try not to think of all the miles between us, because of me. it hurts too much. but i still believe he is in my life for a reason, and he continues to be a source of strength and inspiration to me. i love you, yuqing. and i'm still here. happy birthday.