Thursday 20070503 - 2315 - First things first - the 1959 Chrysler Crown Imperial - Update; A comment of 50s advertisement and seeing and not seeing; Rain; Early morning; Laundry; Lunch - "Variety"; Lunch and the body builder; Home again; Bedroom dresser; Store room; Changing shoe laces; LeAnn Cleyera; Raking; "Smallville" and "CSI"; Trying to go to sleep and reading The Back Passage"
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Sorry I made a mistake in the link for yesterday. I put a comma instead of a period. Link now works.

A friend had sent me a photo of an Imperial that I added to the special page.

I love the two cars in the 50s-style advertisement. Ads today are all about sharp photos, so a lot of the romance and glamour and fantasy is lost. My theory is that it's not what you see that attracts; it's what you don't see that catches your interest, because then you become more of a participant in the imagining process.

A superb example are the "I Love Lucy" programs of the 50s. Next time you watch one, notice how much happens off stage.

It's been raining for the last 30 minutes or so. And I can tell that the storm has moved to the east.

Rain was hitting against the exhaust vent that extends from the kitchen to the rain. A few minutes I went into the kitchen, and Tiger, Tiger was on the top of the stove looking up at the vent looking slightly perplexed, as though to say, "Where is that noise coming from?"

I can look out between the stain glass window and the window frame and see the gleam of the sodium vapor street light reflected off the wet pavement. And at the end of the drive is a puddle, alive with the spurt of rain drops. All very film norish. All that's missing is a stooped man in a dripping belted beige raincoat and a wet felt hat hiding in the hedge.

Up at 0715, I did the cat chores, emptied the garbage and signed on according to the event viewer at 0750. I noticed an inconsistency in the way I'd been listing the dates at the top of each page, so I had to start from the first of 2007 and check each file.

Again I think I dozed off in the midst of what I was doing. The indicated sign off time was 9:40. So unless I was abducted by aliens, there's some missing time there. Back to bed I went

No laundry today.

I re-awoke around 11. Lunch was semi-disappointing today. I had to settle for salmon, but again, too dry. I was back reading the March 5 - 11, 2007, issue of "Variety." I think yesterday, I must have skipped over the review of "Equus" and looked at little else.

"Variety' has a reputation for being the "bible" of the entertainment industry. Especially when it comes to movie reviews. If I understand correctly, they review EVERY film that is distributed.

About ten years ago, I had a personal subscription; the ones I read now are the results of a subscription from a friend's frequent flyer miles. I had to stop my subscription because it had become very expensive - like $200+ dollars.

At the time I had my own subscription, they discovered they had missed to Yiddish films shown in New York City in the late 30s! So, somehow, they got copies and provided reviews.

Several times a week, I notice a body builder who eats at the buffet. He always eats alone, which strikes me as odd. I think of body builders as being a more gregarious bunch. I can not help but notice him, because his body is very noticeable. Significant chest and arms.

There were a couple of things that bothered me, and I couldn't quite figure them out. One he may very shy, because he never says anything to anyone and never makes eye contact. Yesterday, I realized something that was missing: swagger. Usually men of that size or smaller can have a certain swagger to themselves. But he doesn't.

(In - Wednesday - 20070503 - 1142: $7.51 - Cash)

No exotic trips. Just home again.

I have an "antique: oak dresser in the bedroom that has been missing the back stop every since I moved. It seems like it would only fit in the fan without it in place. And I never got around to re-placing it, But today I did.

I've always thought the drawer hardware was crap - cheap pressed tin. It dawned on me that I'm sure that I could have some much better looking hardware at Lowe's. So that has now been added to my "to do" list.

For months, I've repressed doing anything in the store room which at one time was the den. But I was able to move everything against the wall. There's are still items I don't know what to do with. Like a TRS IV computer, a non-functioning lap top, a Radio Shack full-body daisy wheel Model VII printer. Lots of old photos and clippings from the family. That I just can not bring myself to deal with.

I took the books from one bookcase and transferred them to another, then took the bookcase out the trash. These are ancient bookcases that were bought when unfinished wood was in vogue. In then tired to slide a third bookcase, holding old "National Geographics" parallel to the remaining bookcase, Yikes! "National Geos" weigh a ton.

Anyway I now have some space to move around it, so I'll be more motivated to work on the other items.

I know that sounds exciting. I have an old pair of sneaks in the store room for working outside, and one of the shoe laces had become frazzled. Instead of holes, the shoes have little metal protrusions on top through which the lace is supposed to go. It works, but I think holes would be easier to deal with.

As I was getting ready to rake, I realized I'd most likely thrown away the sticker of the LeAnn Cleyer that I bought Monday. I searched through the trash, but no sticker. Then I thought about the fact that I can look it up on the web. Duh! (Update: Found it later in the week.)

Two containers of leaves and pine straw,

"Smallville" was on at 7, Jimmy was knocked unconscious and went into a film norish segment about being an ace reporter in the 40s. Very stylish, and lots of delicious rain shots.

"CSI" was at 8, and it was good to see Greg again. He's been missing lately. And he is such a cutey. But I honestly got lost in the plot. One odd point was that the actor who plays Veronica Mars' father was a villain.

I felt so exhausted that I tried to go to sleep at 9, but I knew that was not going to work, and indeed it did not. Even though a read a couple of chapters in one of the books I ordered from Amazon, several weeks ago. Titled "The Back Passage," it bills itself as an erotic thriller that takes placed in the summer of 1925. American "Mitch" Mitchell has come down from Cambridge with his roommate Boy Morgan, betrothed to Belinda Eagle, to the home of her father Sir. James Eagle. With the first ten pages, a friend of Sir James is murdered.

No matter what poor oversexed Mitch does, it seems to lead to an erotic interlude. So far, there have been Boy, Sir James' brother, a local constable, the secretary, the butler, a reporter and I'm sure I've left out a few or more. And he is no closer to solving the crime, other "things" keep getting in the way. I wonder if the title is intended to have a double meaning.

Solicitation for "The Economist" (junk); bill from Comcast (keep)

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