Davy

The Monkees were a huge part of my childhood. My sisters and I spent hours watching the series, re-watching on the VHS tapes we recorded, listening to the music and just generally loving them. I was sad to learn that Davy Jones died today at the age of 66. I remember watching the very first episode on TV20 in the afternoon with my sisters and instantly thinking that Davy was so cute. We saw them in concert for the first time in 1987, I believe, and then years later on another concert tour we met them at a meet and great at which Davy kissed me on the cheek. I couldn't help thinking of all the screaming teen fans in the '60's who would have died for the pleasure.

Oh, Davy, always falling in love, with the stars in his eyes, always the brunt of short jokes ("I am standing up!"), with the smooth, little British voice, thanks for the fun childhood, rest in peace.

Central

This past weekend I drove up to the bay for my interview for Central School of Speech and Drama. I've loved this school since I was in high school and finally did something about it. I applied for the Voice Studies program. I have no sense of how it went. I wish I had breathed more, stammered less, but I did what I could. I feel good about my written materials. So, it is done. Out of my hands. If it's meant to happen it will, if not, other avenues will be explored. Either way I had a nice weekend in Napa and San Francisco. It was nice to drive up the 29 again.



Great to hang out with my Aunt and Grandma.



I had a magical night when I went for my walk through the neighborhood in Napa and came upon the beautiful deer in the hills. We quietly watched one another for a while. It was magical. They are so lovely.

Enjoyed walking around SF, going to the Ferry Building - getting some good food, taking in the sites.





There was lots of activity for the Chinese new year parade. This name made me chuckle. I wish I had a cool woo-woo nickname.



The Fairmont Hotel where the interview was is gorgeous and has a rich history.




Driving around the streets of SF make me question my faith in gravity, however, so scary having to stop on such an extreme angle. Walking on those streets is also killer, my butt would be great if I lived there (well I can only assume). So there was a random smattering of thoughts and pics from last weekend.

I Kare for Steve Kerr

All You Need Is Love

well, and food, money helps, roof over your head, but love, back to love, all you need is love: Happy Valentine's Day!

Pygmalion and Galatea Jean-Léon Gérôme


The Kiss Klimt:


The Little Mermaid Edmund Dulac







I know you I walked with you once upon a dream


-She is in love.
-I don't even know her!
-Oh, you know her.
-Since when?
-Since always. In your dreams.


"I am not full of virtues and noble qualities. I love. That is all. But I love strongly, exclusively and steadfastly."


Nina: I am like someone who carries their loved one on their shoulder.

Nina: Tell me about the first night we spent together.
Jamie: Why? Seriously? You want me to?
Nina: [nods] What did we do?
Jamie: We talked.
Nina: What else?
Jamie: Well, talking was the major component. You played that piano. Then I played, then we both played... something - duet - something... can't remember. And then you danced for about three hours, until I fell asleep. But you were fantastic. And then we had some corn flakes. And when we kissed, which was about 11 o'clock the following morning, we were trembling so much we couldn't take off our clothes.


Ashley: Isn't it enough that you've gathered every other man's heart today? You've always had mine. You cut your teeth on it.
Scarlett: Don't tease me now. Have I your heart, my darling? I love you. I love you.
Ashley: You mustn't say such things. You'll hate me for hearing them.


Macaulay Connor: A magnificence that comes out of your eyes, in your voice, in the way you stand there, in the way you walk. You're lit from within, Tracy. You've got fires banked down in you, hearth-fires and holocausts.
Tracy Lord: I don't seem to you made of bronze?
Macaulay Connor: No, you're made out of flesh and blood. That's the blank, unholy surprise of it. You're the golden girl, Tracy. Full of life and warmth and delight. What goes on? You've got tears in your eyes.
Tracy Lord: Shut up, shut up. Oh, Mike. Keep talking, keep talking. Talk, will you?

Put me in your pocket, Mike.

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