Monday, December 28, 2009

movie star Monday: Peck

The Actor..

Reading with Scout(Mary Badham)...

'We'll read the same every night, just as we always have...'

Friday, December 25, 2009


Did you get some cool stuff? I got some cool stuff. Some stuff was crap, but most was pretty cool stuff. What will you do with your old stuff to make room for your new stuff?

Thursday, December 24, 2009

I can't wait

Merry Christmas! to all from a vagabond.

Monday, December 21, 2009

movie star Monday: Tracy

Spencer Tracy chewing up the scenery with Fredric March in one of my all time favs, Inherit The Wind...

Friday, December 18, 2009

on a silent winter's night

Tower Church bells sleep together, coated by thick ice seeping through an ancient crevice above. In the silence a reindeer taps an antler against the crystal window and exhales a deep frosty sigh like a 3 pack-a-day mine worker. I open the door for a closer look. It makes eye contact and does not look away, belching another sigh, looking a bit wobbly. Over its left cupped antler point beyond the snow drifts there's a faint red dot blinking near the snow powdered tree line in the moonless crisp night. Then you're not so famous, heh. My guess is Blitzen because I suffer from vertigo too, brother. From the light of the open cottage door I can see two ribbons of caked blood winding down to the right front hoof. Up close its deep belches smell like burnt rodent with a side order of rotten eggs fresh from my barn. It's only one o'clock, the Big Night is young, I fall to my knees wrapping the entire gauze roll round and round the damaged joint like an over-zealous cub scout. Chomping the scooped snow offer from my hands, antler jabbing my forehead waking me from my dream, he limps away into the night towards the red quasar. Moments later a warm solitary red star amongst countless white streaks across the belt of Orion.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Jennifer Jones

Yes, she was mesmerizing in The Song Of Bernadette,
but she was never better than Cluny Brown.
What a beauty!

Jennifer Jones 1919-2009

Wednesday, December 16, 2009


She feeds her children breakfast. Spilled milk initiates a chain reaction of crying like dominoes collapsing in a circle around the table. The lucky dog rests two paws on the cloth and laps it up. A tireless sparrow flies back and forth delivering without a signature morsels into three featherless mouths stretching open skyward squawking out of earshot like a tree falling without a witness. On the subway hoards with empty mouths scream minced meat fragments into their little phones.

40 watt bulb

Amazing technology behind the dim white light flashing at an intersection on the approach of a screaming emergency vehicle. If it wasn't for that illuminating wonder I wouldn't even consider giving the fire truck the right-of-way.

Monday, December 14, 2009

movie star Monday: Claudia

Ms. Cardinale stepping down into our lives forever in Once Upon A Time In The West, accompanied by the heartbreakingly beautiful music of Ennio Morricone...

Sunday, December 13, 2009

doe in the woods

More like...Marilyn in the woods..

more great gif(t)s from
This Isn't Happiness

Saturday, December 12, 2009

12 days of global warming

(as a famous man once said, all I know is what I read on the 'internets'.
So, a little ditty)

On the first day of Copenhagen my warming-hoaxer gave to me, a blizzard in the Midwest.

On the second day of Copen my warming-hoaxer gave to me, two scientists fudging data, and a blizzard in the Midwest.

On the third day of Copen warming-hoaxers gave to us, three times 400 limos carbon-chugging, two scientists fudging data, and a blizzard in the Midwest.

On the fourth day of Copen warming-hoaxers gave to us, 1400 private jets,...

On the fifth day of Copen, warming-hoaxers gave to us, 5000 journalists a-farting.

On the sixth day of Copen, warming-hoaxers gave to me, six eco huts,....

On the seventh day of Copen, warming-hoaxers gave to me, seven squeaking windmills,...

On the eighth day of Copen, warming-hoaxers gave to me, eight 8 x 10s of Leo D,...

On the ninth day of Copen, warming-hoaxers took from me, nine billion for Algore's wallet,...

On the tenth day of Copen, warming-hoaxers gave to me, ten clown cars,...

On the eleventh day of Copen, warming-hoaxers got from me, eleven skeptics a-laughing,...

On the twelfth day of Copen, warming-hoaxers gave to me, twelve free Danish a-whoring,....and a blizzard in the Midwest.

Hope you got thru singing loudly without being red sausage clubbed by Copenhagen Security.
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