Christmas wishes and blessings to the Muse and all who celebrate the season. To our Jewish friends, a lovely and peaceful Hannukah. And to everyone else, no matter your faith or belief, I wish you a lovely, healthy, happy and prosperous New Year.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Happy Holidays
Christmas wishes and blessings to the Muse and all who celebrate the season. To our Jewish friends, a lovely and peaceful Hannukah. And to everyone else, no matter your faith or belief, I wish you a lovely, healthy, happy and prosperous New Year.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Nine Lives and Rough Waters for the Muse
Dear Muse,
What a way to get some advance publicity and a little material for future talk shows! I mean, I know you have nine lives, but I think you've already used up a few of them haven't you?
All kidding aside, it must have been one hell of a scary day for you and to think that you made it almost all the way through the whole movie without something like this. I was very happy about the fact but when I heard this, I thought...yes...it had to happen to Gerry. You know it don't you? No matter how much we push past the barriers, they sometimes push back and this was one of those times.
I have great respect and not a little terror of the water. I almost drowned once and that little incident set off a chain of dreams later in life that would plague me constantly. I was on a motor boat and the life test in those particular dreams was always the same. Two people I loved fell in the water in the ocean and I had to save them and I could only save one and I couldn't swim. It was terror every time that dream came. I would make the plunge and I didn't know what the result would be.
I've always thought that the thing that scares you the most is sometimes the thing that gets you and if this was it...it would be the ocean....and I've grown up on it's doorstep. When I got married, the water ski trips to the lake with a big group of people were always a test for me and the terror just pushed me to get up on the damn skis almost from the first because I dreaded going into the water.
I always pushed back a little and tried to forget fear in favor of exhilaration when I went parasailing or even going up on an "ultralite," (two seats strapped to a lawnmower motor with a propeller). It's good to work through you fears... I see you doing it constantly....That's what we humans do all the time.
One very frightening experience years earlier came when my daughter was small and my husband was diving with some friends off the beach in Puerto Rico. She and I were on the rocks, watching out not to step on the sea urchins, when she slipped and went into the water. "This is it," I thought! The test! I was able to stay afloat and push her out before getting myself back out and not stepping on the dreaded urchins, but it was scary...and I hadn't drowned.
Later in life there were other dreams (or nightmares). I would be smashing up against a wall and go up in flames. It was a constant one. I would sit up suddenly and scare the hell out of my husband with my scream. It was always the same one. Eeerilly enough much later in life I went to see "Fuerza Bruta" (brute force) in NY and had the epiphany that I could just have walked through those walls and they would burst like the paper walls did in the show. I would never smash up against a wall again because I knew I could walk right on through them. It was very freeing...in a sense.... and of course I realize the nightmares were frustration and fears working themselves out in my dreams.....but when I was having them they were terrifying for me (for my poor husband too).
I've written this because it's my nature to be philosophical, but also because I sincerely wonder what went through your mind, besides terror, being held under those waves. Did you say "damn, this is it!" or did you struggle against it? Could you even struggle against that kind of force or do you just try to hold your breath and hope the bouyancy pops you up before the next wave strikes and all the while being strapped to a board that could conk you in the head? Was getting the strap off your ankle a thought going through your mind? Of course the current was going to drag you though through the rocks, so that had to be another fear. I can almost feel it now thinking about it. Brrrr!
See, I have a thirst to know how these things affect others...the imprint they leave, if any. I have a feeling they'll leave one with you. I could be wrong, but no, I don't think so.
My daughter is going surfing in Costa Rica with her new guy in January. He's a surfer, diver, etc...and I'm a little nervous for her. She says she's at home in the water, but I don't believe it. She grew up around the surfers, but it's not until recently that she's taken lessons. But then I have to remember that she was the only female on a father-son trip to do some "individual rubber canoe" white water rafting and her dad was so proud of his skinny little daughter holding her own with all the gung ho guys, most of them six footers. When she came home she just said her arms and shoulders ached, but she just kept paddling, going with the flow....and....how on this trip, sitting around the camp fires at night, as the guides cooked dinner, she realized how brilliant her father and his friends were...as she listened to their conversations about science, the earth, physics and everything else.
It was a wonderful experience for them. For him, it was having that pride in her... and for her...well, none of us could foresee then that he wouldn't be around in another two years.
I'll try not to worry about her now because, hopefully, she has good common sense along with the fact her boyfriend is very experienced and will be looking out for her. And, if she gets in over her head, like the rest of us sometimes do, she will gather her wits, push past the fear and do what she has to, like she did with the white water rafting.
As for you, I'm so glad you're okay, dear Muse! On this blog, I've kidded about the sharks and the whales, but I was glad the waves hadn't tested you. Well now they have and you will have a healthier respect for them and perhaps some residual fear. That's okay. It's human.
It will be interesting to hear your comments later on. I know you will have them and give them some humor. However, for now the incident may push you to examine a little more about life and how precious and how fleeting and how quickly it turns on a dime. I've seen it. You've seen it.
Be safe! And even if you've used up another of your lives, you still have a few more to go. I think you have a guardian angel looking out for you, you know? But don't push it too far. Even guardian angels are out to lunch some times!
Does life feel a little sweeter today? If it does, enjoy it! You don't have to go all the way out to the edge for the thrill. It will come to you when you least expect it! I expect you know that by now....
Fondly,
Z
Songs out of tune, the words always a little wrong...Canzoni Stonate
What a way to get some advance publicity and a little material for future talk shows! I mean, I know you have nine lives, but I think you've already used up a few of them haven't you?
All kidding aside, it must have been one hell of a scary day for you and to think that you made it almost all the way through the whole movie without something like this. I was very happy about the fact but when I heard this, I thought...yes...it had to happen to Gerry. You know it don't you? No matter how much we push past the barriers, they sometimes push back and this was one of those times.
I have great respect and not a little terror of the water. I almost drowned once and that little incident set off a chain of dreams later in life that would plague me constantly. I was on a motor boat and the life test in those particular dreams was always the same. Two people I loved fell in the water in the ocean and I had to save them and I could only save one and I couldn't swim. It was terror every time that dream came. I would make the plunge and I didn't know what the result would be.
I've always thought that the thing that scares you the most is sometimes the thing that gets you and if this was it...it would be the ocean....and I've grown up on it's doorstep. When I got married, the water ski trips to the lake with a big group of people were always a test for me and the terror just pushed me to get up on the damn skis almost from the first because I dreaded going into the water.
I always pushed back a little and tried to forget fear in favor of exhilaration when I went parasailing or even going up on an "ultralite," (two seats strapped to a lawnmower motor with a propeller). It's good to work through you fears... I see you doing it constantly....That's what we humans do all the time.
One very frightening experience years earlier came when my daughter was small and my husband was diving with some friends off the beach in Puerto Rico. She and I were on the rocks, watching out not to step on the sea urchins, when she slipped and went into the water. "This is it," I thought! The test! I was able to stay afloat and push her out before getting myself back out and not stepping on the dreaded urchins, but it was scary...and I hadn't drowned.
Later in life there were other dreams (or nightmares). I would be smashing up against a wall and go up in flames. It was a constant one. I would sit up suddenly and scare the hell out of my husband with my scream. It was always the same one. Eeerilly enough much later in life I went to see "Fuerza Bruta" (brute force) in NY and had the epiphany that I could just have walked through those walls and they would burst like the paper walls did in the show. I would never smash up against a wall again because I knew I could walk right on through them. It was very freeing...in a sense.... and of course I realize the nightmares were frustration and fears working themselves out in my dreams.....but when I was having them they were terrifying for me (for my poor husband too).
I've written this because it's my nature to be philosophical, but also because I sincerely wonder what went through your mind, besides terror, being held under those waves. Did you say "damn, this is it!" or did you struggle against it? Could you even struggle against that kind of force or do you just try to hold your breath and hope the bouyancy pops you up before the next wave strikes and all the while being strapped to a board that could conk you in the head? Was getting the strap off your ankle a thought going through your mind? Of course the current was going to drag you though through the rocks, so that had to be another fear. I can almost feel it now thinking about it. Brrrr!
See, I have a thirst to know how these things affect others...the imprint they leave, if any. I have a feeling they'll leave one with you. I could be wrong, but no, I don't think so.
My daughter is going surfing in Costa Rica with her new guy in January. He's a surfer, diver, etc...and I'm a little nervous for her. She says she's at home in the water, but I don't believe it. She grew up around the surfers, but it's not until recently that she's taken lessons. But then I have to remember that she was the only female on a father-son trip to do some "individual rubber canoe" white water rafting and her dad was so proud of his skinny little daughter holding her own with all the gung ho guys, most of them six footers. When she came home she just said her arms and shoulders ached, but she just kept paddling, going with the flow....and....how on this trip, sitting around the camp fires at night, as the guides cooked dinner, she realized how brilliant her father and his friends were...as she listened to their conversations about science, the earth, physics and everything else.
It was a wonderful experience for them. For him, it was having that pride in her... and for her...well, none of us could foresee then that he wouldn't be around in another two years.
I'll try not to worry about her now because, hopefully, she has good common sense along with the fact her boyfriend is very experienced and will be looking out for her. And, if she gets in over her head, like the rest of us sometimes do, she will gather her wits, push past the fear and do what she has to, like she did with the white water rafting.
As for you, I'm so glad you're okay, dear Muse! On this blog, I've kidded about the sharks and the whales, but I was glad the waves hadn't tested you. Well now they have and you will have a healthier respect for them and perhaps some residual fear. That's okay. It's human.
It will be interesting to hear your comments later on. I know you will have them and give them some humor. However, for now the incident may push you to examine a little more about life and how precious and how fleeting and how quickly it turns on a dime. I've seen it. You've seen it.
Be safe! And even if you've used up another of your lives, you still have a few more to go. I think you have a guardian angel looking out for you, you know? But don't push it too far. Even guardian angels are out to lunch some times!
Does life feel a little sweeter today? If it does, enjoy it! You don't have to go all the way out to the edge for the thrill. It will come to you when you least expect it! I expect you know that by now....
Fondly,
Z
Songs out of tune, the words always a little wrong...Canzoni Stonate
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Should men wield fingers, when tongues speak truer?
Dearest Muse,
If I may borrow a line from one of your movies and play around with it a little to come to your rescue (and have a little fun) after you were so rudely photographed and filmed during a recent luncheon in La La Land with some friends, I hope you'll forgive me. While fingers and "swords" are sometimes interchangeable for some forms of recreation, I fear that you need a better substitute for this particular instance.
While you are not the first man (nor will you be the last) to enjoy your food, uninhibited by convention and heedless of Dorothy Manners or Emily Post, it might behoove you to be a little more cautious where you let your lovely locks down when out and about. I would like to make several suggestions in this regard.
Knowing that your every step is dogged by the paparazzi and being possessed of a very nice pink and agile tongue whose dexterity you have gone out of your way to display in photo and film alike, one would think you would put said agility to good use to dislodge food from your teeth, like the rest of us.
If that doesn't float your boat, how about hiding behind a napkin (as you've done before) while picking the troublesome debris from your pearly whites?
Failing that, you could always take a drink and swish the water around a little. That might do the trick, with no one the wiser.
I have to say it's a good thing you pushed your hair back (with a very familiar gesture) before you cleaned your teeth. Good grooming is essential when you are always in the spotlight.
I am sure you are either laughing or mortified to find out they caught you again! I hope it is a lot of the former and maybe just a little of the latter. A little mortification is always good to keep us on our toes and remind us that the world is so bloody overcrowded, that when we are out in public, someone is always watching.
To make the point, I once caught one of your past movie co-stars very busily digging into his nose on my way to the movies. He was driving a very jazzy white, late model Mercedes and I was patiently waiting for the arrow to turn into a parking garage at the theater and just happened to look over as he passed by, window wide open.
I was embarrassed for him and won't mention any names. That would be cruel.
I am writing this, not to laugh at you but to playfully tease you, because as you will undoubtedly know from much experience, Murphy's Law being what it is, there is always someone waiting to expose celebrities as being human, like the rest of us, so they can bring them down from the pedestal some people mistakenly put them up on, thereby feeling better about themselves. It's a world that you choose every day, so keep laughing in the face of adversity because what else can you do?
Besides, on a one to ten scale (like on the Richter), this temblor barely rates a 2. Only the meanies will keep talking about it.
By the way, dear man. You know all that crying and the emotional roller coaster you were on during the Machine Gun Preacher promotion blitz? Did you ever stop to think that some of it was due to the Chantix you were using to get off the smokes? Check the side effects, love!
In the meantime, keep doing good work and having fun at it because life is too bloody short to sweat the small stuff. And this incident is small stuff, believe me...
Everyone will quickly forget it if and when they get to see Machine Gun Preacher or they watch Tullus Aufidius go mano a mano with Ralph Fiennes' Coriolanus in the movie of the same name.
Although I must say, I almost like the scene where Aufidius shaves Coriolanus' head the best!
Stay warm and keep on watching out for the sharks!
Always fondly,
Zoni with a Z
Songs out of tune, the words always a little wrong...Canzoni Stonate
If I may borrow a line from one of your movies and play around with it a little to come to your rescue (and have a little fun) after you were so rudely photographed and filmed during a recent luncheon in La La Land with some friends, I hope you'll forgive me. While fingers and "swords" are sometimes interchangeable for some forms of recreation, I fear that you need a better substitute for this particular instance.
Knowing that your every step is dogged by the paparazzi and being possessed of a very nice pink and agile tongue whose dexterity you have gone out of your way to display in photo and film alike, one would think you would put said agility to good use to dislodge food from your teeth, like the rest of us.
If that doesn't float your boat, how about hiding behind a napkin (as you've done before) while picking the troublesome debris from your pearly whites?
Failing that, you could always take a drink and swish the water around a little. That might do the trick, with no one the wiser.
I know, darling. Talk about taking the fun out of life!
I have to say it's a good thing you pushed your hair back (with a very familiar gesture) before you cleaned your teeth. Good grooming is essential when you are always in the spotlight.
To make the point, I once caught one of your past movie co-stars very busily digging into his nose on my way to the movies. He was driving a very jazzy white, late model Mercedes and I was patiently waiting for the arrow to turn into a parking garage at the theater and just happened to look over as he passed by, window wide open.
I was embarrassed for him and won't mention any names. That would be cruel.
I am writing this, not to laugh at you but to playfully tease you, because as you will undoubtedly know from much experience, Murphy's Law being what it is, there is always someone waiting to expose celebrities as being human, like the rest of us, so they can bring them down from the pedestal some people mistakenly put them up on, thereby feeling better about themselves. It's a world that you choose every day, so keep laughing in the face of adversity because what else can you do?
Besides, on a one to ten scale (like on the Richter), this temblor barely rates a 2. Only the meanies will keep talking about it.
By the way, dear man. You know all that crying and the emotional roller coaster you were on during the Machine Gun Preacher promotion blitz? Did you ever stop to think that some of it was due to the Chantix you were using to get off the smokes? Check the side effects, love!
In the meantime, keep doing good work and having fun at it because life is too bloody short to sweat the small stuff. And this incident is small stuff, believe me...
Everyone will quickly forget it if and when they get to see Machine Gun Preacher or they watch Tullus Aufidius go mano a mano with Ralph Fiennes' Coriolanus in the movie of the same name.
Although I must say, I almost like the scene where Aufidius shaves Coriolanus' head the best!
Stay warm and keep on watching out for the sharks!
Always fondly,
Zoni with a Z
Songs out of tune, the words always a little wrong...Canzoni Stonate
Thursday, November 24, 2011
It's Thanksgiving in America...
... and what nicer way to start the day than with a photograph of a Scottish lad turned California surfer.
Hoping the Muse has found someone to cook him a nice bird with ALL the trimmings and wishing him a nice tryptophan induced snooze afterwards.
As we in America give thanks for all our blessings this day, we send good wishes to all those around the globe who share the planet with us and hope that you also have many blessings to be thankful for.
Songs out of tune, the words always a little wrong...Canzoni Stonate
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| "Sweet dreams, may moonbeams find you..." |
As we in America give thanks for all our blessings this day, we send good wishes to all those around the globe who share the planet with us and hope that you also have many blessings to be thankful for.
Songs out of tune, the words always a little wrong...Canzoni Stonate
Monday, November 14, 2011
Deja vu?
Last night during "after the play" dinner at Drago Centro in downtown Los Angeles with friends, I was looking over Celestino Drago's very prodigious wine list and was enchanted by the name of a 2008 Venetian Pinot Nero called Red Angel on the Moonlight. We had ordered several different salads to share, two orders of their special White Truffle pasta with porcini mushrooms entree to serve as a pasta course, and three different fish and one chicken entree. The dry Pinot Noir would go nicely with all.
As usual, we drank a toast to each other's health and happiness. I then made a toast to the date, 11-13-11 and what has always been two lucky numbers I never fail to play in Vegas (my father having been born on the 13th of another month and that making it a special number for all his children). Of course I raised a glass in a silent toast to G on his natal day, which, auspiciously for him, happens to fall on the 13th.
One of my friends present had finished reading one of my stories and I asked them what they thought of the main theme, only to find out that, though they had really loved the story, they had missed some of the nuances entirely. I ended up thanking them for taking the time to read the tighter revision of a draft I had unsuccessfully sent out to a few people a few years back and let the subject drop.
When I got home I decided to post some birthday wishes for the Muse, making it just under the wire and hitting the "post" button at 11:59 p.m. Pacific Time. After that my curiosity got the better of me and I wondered if there was anything about Gerry's birthday and how he had actually spent it, on the web and found my way to a link to a twitter on an Italian site that mentioned he had been seen at Cafe de la Presse in San Francisco. Experiencing a very quick moment of deja vu, I started laughing.
Is all of life merely a coincidence or is there an orderly way of things that we sometimes stumble upon by sheer serendipity? I often wonder. To me those little moments of deja vu are often regarded as "messages from the universe" with insight into a question I need answered or a problem that has plagued me. For one who once wrote a novel on "timing" and its importance in people's lives and the scheme of things, I found this little moment a sure sign that it was time to kiss this particular story we had been discussing tonight over dinner, good by and send it out into the world one final time to sink or swim, as it will. Nervous as I have been about doing it, it is time and so I shall.
As for the Muse, I wonder if he encountered any ghosts last night in said establishment. The eatery, which was remodeled several years ago and appears entirely different from its earlier version, was that kind of place, among the many, for me. San Francisco itself always conjures up so many lovely memories and serves as such a wonderful backdrop on which to place a story.
I hope he's enjoying his visits to one of my favorite cities while working nearby, and wonder if he took a ride down Powell Street? The new and improved Gerry, with all his cardio workouts, could easily make the trek up on foot now and the ride down is so much more fun if only one didn't have to make any stops along the way.
I'll never forget one very irate Pakistani taxi driver, doing a Steve McQueen "Bullit" type of car flying thing, purposefully jostling three of us in the back seat and another up front, after picking us up from a club, where we had gone to keep partying after a wedding and lavish reception in Sausalito, and he telling us, in his broken English, that "GOD does not love San Francisco!"
Of course we (and most other mortals) didn't share that notion and we just all rolled our eyes at each other and grinned! Life was good in the city by the bay. It still is!
As usual, we drank a toast to each other's health and happiness. I then made a toast to the date, 11-13-11 and what has always been two lucky numbers I never fail to play in Vegas (my father having been born on the 13th of another month and that making it a special number for all his children). Of course I raised a glass in a silent toast to G on his natal day, which, auspiciously for him, happens to fall on the 13th.
One of my friends present had finished reading one of my stories and I asked them what they thought of the main theme, only to find out that, though they had really loved the story, they had missed some of the nuances entirely. I ended up thanking them for taking the time to read the tighter revision of a draft I had unsuccessfully sent out to a few people a few years back and let the subject drop.
When I got home I decided to post some birthday wishes for the Muse, making it just under the wire and hitting the "post" button at 11:59 p.m. Pacific Time. After that my curiosity got the better of me and I wondered if there was anything about Gerry's birthday and how he had actually spent it, on the web and found my way to a link to a twitter on an Italian site that mentioned he had been seen at Cafe de la Presse in San Francisco. Experiencing a very quick moment of deja vu, I started laughing.
Is all of life merely a coincidence or is there an orderly way of things that we sometimes stumble upon by sheer serendipity? I often wonder. To me those little moments of deja vu are often regarded as "messages from the universe" with insight into a question I need answered or a problem that has plagued me. For one who once wrote a novel on "timing" and its importance in people's lives and the scheme of things, I found this little moment a sure sign that it was time to kiss this particular story we had been discussing tonight over dinner, good by and send it out into the world one final time to sink or swim, as it will. Nervous as I have been about doing it, it is time and so I shall.
As for the Muse, I wonder if he encountered any ghosts last night in said establishment. The eatery, which was remodeled several years ago and appears entirely different from its earlier version, was that kind of place, among the many, for me. San Francisco itself always conjures up so many lovely memories and serves as such a wonderful backdrop on which to place a story.
I hope he's enjoying his visits to one of my favorite cities while working nearby, and wonder if he took a ride down Powell Street? The new and improved Gerry, with all his cardio workouts, could easily make the trek up on foot now and the ride down is so much more fun if only one didn't have to make any stops along the way.
I'll never forget one very irate Pakistani taxi driver, doing a Steve McQueen "Bullit" type of car flying thing, purposefully jostling three of us in the back seat and another up front, after picking us up from a club, where we had gone to keep partying after a wedding and lavish reception in Sausalito, and he telling us, in his broken English, that "GOD does not love San Francisco!"
Of course we (and most other mortals) didn't share that notion and we just all rolled our eyes at each other and grinned! Life was good in the city by the bay. It still is!
The song is still a little out of tune, but I think the words are mostly right this time.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Happy Birthday to My Favorite Muse
I was searching for something new to say in my birthday wishes this year, and went to your astrological chart online to see if there was anything there that might give me some inspiration. I noticed that we share some dominant rulership by the planet Venus which rules my Sun and your Ascendant. We both also share a Venus in Scorpio. My dominant planets are Venus, the Moon and Pluto which rules Scorpio and yours are Uranus, Venus and Jupiter.
I don't really know what any of that means, except as some more trivia to clog the mind, but for some reason (not to do with Astrology), I "get" you.
While many fans are always looking back and lamenting that the look of the boy that was, is no longer, I am seeing growth in the man that you are becoming as a result of your experiences, your travels, in your search for the spiritual (even though I kid you), and your work and generosity on behalf of those less fortunate. It shows on your face and I like what I see written there these days. I love it that even with that growth, there is that irrepressible part of you that is forever a kid. Don't lose it.
This has been a good year for you, artistically speaking, with two bloody good performances to show for it, if not a ton of money. I must tell you that you've never done anything better on your knees (well perhaps you have) than the scene in front of the slain family in Coriolanus. I have yet to finish my review of that movie, which I will post when I can stop musing over how unlikable a character Coriolanus was. Suffice to say that you did yourself proud, holding up your end in a movie with such steller performances by everyone, but especially by Vanessa Redgrave and Brian Cox. To my way of thinking any overacting that was done in this one was NOT done by you, dear Muse. I found Aufidius, next to Menenious and the poor Virgilia, the only redeeming characters in the story and you did a bang up job bringing him to the screen.
As for your birthday, looking back on last years wishes, I wish you those again and more. In addition, I hope (if you desire it) that you find that "other" who can fill you up for more than a night, or a week or a month, if that person exists somewhere in the universe. If they do not or they do not cross your path this year, then I wish you joy for joy's sake and that you experience many moments of bliss and enough temporary loves to warm your cockles.
Remember to "live in the moment" (I think you already do) and keep on being kind to the little guys. That is one of your most endearing traits.
Hope you had a wonderful party to celebrate your life and your year. Stay well, be happy and keep striving for balance.
With affection and getting in just under the wire,
Zoni
Songs out of tune, the words always a little wrong...Canzoni Stonate
I don't really know what any of that means, except as some more trivia to clog the mind, but for some reason (not to do with Astrology), I "get" you.
While many fans are always looking back and lamenting that the look of the boy that was, is no longer, I am seeing growth in the man that you are becoming as a result of your experiences, your travels, in your search for the spiritual (even though I kid you), and your work and generosity on behalf of those less fortunate. It shows on your face and I like what I see written there these days. I love it that even with that growth, there is that irrepressible part of you that is forever a kid. Don't lose it.
This has been a good year for you, artistically speaking, with two bloody good performances to show for it, if not a ton of money. I must tell you that you've never done anything better on your knees (well perhaps you have) than the scene in front of the slain family in Coriolanus. I have yet to finish my review of that movie, which I will post when I can stop musing over how unlikable a character Coriolanus was. Suffice to say that you did yourself proud, holding up your end in a movie with such steller performances by everyone, but especially by Vanessa Redgrave and Brian Cox. To my way of thinking any overacting that was done in this one was NOT done by you, dear Muse. I found Aufidius, next to Menenious and the poor Virgilia, the only redeeming characters in the story and you did a bang up job bringing him to the screen.
As for your birthday, looking back on last years wishes, I wish you those again and more. In addition, I hope (if you desire it) that you find that "other" who can fill you up for more than a night, or a week or a month, if that person exists somewhere in the universe. If they do not or they do not cross your path this year, then I wish you joy for joy's sake and that you experience many moments of bliss and enough temporary loves to warm your cockles.
Remember to "live in the moment" (I think you already do) and keep on being kind to the little guys. That is one of your most endearing traits.
Hope you had a wonderful party to celebrate your life and your year. Stay well, be happy and keep striving for balance.
With affection and getting in just under the wire,
Zoni
Songs out of tune, the words always a little wrong...Canzoni Stonate
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Swimming With the Fishes and Other Wonders of the Deep?
Looks like Gerry may be be sharing camera time with two of the ocean's larger inhabitants if they do any more "in water" filming for Mavericks. Not only have there been white shark sightings off the California coast, but now there are larger than usual humpback whale sightings, as they are coming closer to shore to feed and have popped up surprising surfers and boaters.
With the shark attacks on the rise, hopefully the movie crews will have extra people stationed to keep watch for any unwanted visitations by the toothy critters and the playful mammals. A professional surfer just pulled out of a contest and cited the amount of sharks being spotted in the waters as the reason why he withdrew.
Time constraints aside, I am sure the director and others involved in the shoot will ere on the side of caution to keep their cast and crew safe and sound.... and out of harms way. We share the oceans with these creatures, but it is their home and a healthy amount of respect for their presence is certainly warranted.
No one likes to be shark bait and a sweet, Scottish lad, a tasty morsel to many humans, would certainly appear more so to a hungry shark or make a lovely toy to flip for a majestic humpback. It is not a laughing matter, but when something scary threatens, levity sometimes lightens the worry.
Move cautiously and keep your eyes open G! And if you hazard upon any of the creatures, give them your best 300 Leonidas roar and show them your own pearly whites and, if that doesn't scare them off, paddle like the dickens and get the hell out of the water and into the nearest boat!
Songs out of tune, the words always a little wrong...Canzoni Stonate
With the shark attacks on the rise, hopefully the movie crews will have extra people stationed to keep watch for any unwanted visitations by the toothy critters and the playful mammals. A professional surfer just pulled out of a contest and cited the amount of sharks being spotted in the waters as the reason why he withdrew.
Time constraints aside, I am sure the director and others involved in the shoot will ere on the side of caution to keep their cast and crew safe and sound.... and out of harms way. We share the oceans with these creatures, but it is their home and a healthy amount of respect for their presence is certainly warranted.
No one likes to be shark bait and a sweet, Scottish lad, a tasty morsel to many humans, would certainly appear more so to a hungry shark or make a lovely toy to flip for a majestic humpback. It is not a laughing matter, but when something scary threatens, levity sometimes lightens the worry.
Move cautiously and keep your eyes open G! And if you hazard upon any of the creatures, give them your best 300 Leonidas roar and show them your own pearly whites and, if that doesn't scare them off, paddle like the dickens and get the hell out of the water and into the nearest boat!
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Songs out of tune, the words always a little wrong...Canzoni Stonate
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