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My friend Johnny cuts my hair.  Over winter, we decided to let my hair ‘go’ longer.

Okay.  Then, the Corona lockdown came about.  Since my last snip, my locks have not seen scissors for twelve weeks.

We weren’t even aiming for ‘David Byrne’, but here we are at ‘David Lynch’.

Help.

I know what you’re thinking, but this is actually a type font you can buy from Linotype, FontShop, or Adobe.

I think it’s called ‘Halfwit’…

Today is the hub’s birthday; he is sixty-nine, or as I like to express it, he has begun ‘participation’ in his seventieth year of life.

I am about to retell the ‘duration’ part — again! — so, if you want to bail out of this post, now’s your chance.  Some time between our first date on April Fool’s Day forty-three years ago and his birthday, we were a done deal.

This Corona lockdown has made us wonder if that was a wise decision…

Here is a photo taken a Winter or so ago by our photographer friend who teaches in California.  He sent it this morning with birthday wishes.  In this photo I look exactly like my older brother: genes will out.

I hope everyone is doing well.  And that lockdown remark I made an instant ago, I didn’t really mean it.

Well, I sorta meant it, but it’s his birthday, so…

My very good and very longtime friend Will W from NY sent me this.

Stanley Tucci is the most adorable man.  And Will is very nice, too…

https://www.harpersbazaar.com/celebrity/latest/a32225544/stanley-tucci-negroni-video-tweets/

We watched the movie ‘1917’ last week.

I found myself considerably weepy throughout, but I’ve been considerably weepy all year.  I don’t know if I’ve always been this way (I don’t think so), but you would not want to watch me watch a movie these days.  Within my own physical space, I’m very ‘active’ with what’s being offered on the screen; it’s probably a little pitiful.

The movie is quite an experience, but age has taught me that recommendations are a fool’s errands.  Or, something like that.  Constructed as one continuous take, as someone who was professionally on the periphery of cinematic craft, I made an effort to not be on the lookout for the sleight of hand involved.

What did trip me up was being marginally distracted by the actor Mark Strong in a small ‘anchor’ of a role.  His brief interaction with the main character, dialog and performance, is an oasis.

In the process of mining this photo, I came across another of Mark Strong, with Stanley Tucci.

Not the best photo of either, I’ve always been crazy about Stanley Tucci, pictured below on the cover of his not-just celebrity cookbook.  Photos clickable.

The widest possible shoulders available on a gentleman, here he is in a Levi’s 501 jeans commercial from the Eighties.  And, in addition to the ‘vivid’ brief on the cover of the cookbook, a ‘saucy’ exchange with Graham Norton follows.

Am I forgiven for yesterday’s post?

 

For my semi-monthly-ish contribution to this remnant of a blog, I had in mind something frivolous, like a photo of myself with no fresh haircut, and no hope of one for the foreseeable future.

Then along came this article in the New York Times today about where the lost Bernie Sanders supporters are trending.  Click the photo for the caption.

Whatever implication/insinuation/accusation this may have about the intelligence of the rest of the human race, I think at this point it’s time to hand off the globe to the whales.

Absolutely serious, I’m afraid.

During the second half of the Seventies, before he and ‘everyone’ else we knew moved to New York City, our friend Greg Whittington would drop by my workplace to say hello.  Sometimes, the boy featured in these photographs by Arthur Tress would be in tow.

While there, this pale youngster would never once make eye contact with me.  Greg told me I frightened him.

Can you imagine anything more ridiculous?

 

Last month, on the way slightly further up the East Coast, we stopped off in Augusta GA, home of that golf event with the green jackets, to see an exhibition at the Morris Museum, of work by our friend and neighbor Richard Olsen.

The final stop on the trip was for an opening at a gallery featuring work by another friend, Noah Saunders.  Noah’s works must be seen in person, as photographs fail them.

While at the Morris, I became fascinated with a painting in its permanent collection by Gladys Nelson Smith (1890-1980) called ‘Afternoon at the Beach, Chesapeake Bay’.

I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a tableau of this kind use shadow in 3-D fashion this aggressively.

Also works pretty well selling a suit and a handbag.

I have another couple of photographs, with another tale attached, for you.  I predict you’ll like those much more than the present (clickable) ones.

Can there be any point in imagining that I’m wrong?

Unlikely as it may be, if the opportunity to speak to Pete Buttigieg presents itself during the next few months, after identifying myself as gay and a veteran (which would make us buddies, you see…), I would tell him that I would support him if I thought he could defeat Donald Trump in November.

Realizing this would diminish the luster of my pledge of support for him, I would follow by admitting that I would also support Liza Minnelli if I thought she could defeat Donald Trump.

As a disciple of the inane, I don’t feel the least bit conspicuous making a statement like that, in fact, at this point in time, I would follow the lead of my friend Andrew T, who in a text message last week wrote: ‘As I’ve said before, I’d vote for Charlie Manson’s reanimate corpse if it was running against Trump.’

I live in mild dread that Pete B may become the Democratic Party candidate; intelligence and articulateness does not play well in the USA at this point in time.  And he ist ein homosexueller.  On that count alone, I give Liza and Charlie better odds.

Remember ‘Thistle Fawn’ from last post?  Thistle says Dave is a big downer.

Since nothing seems to be lifting me from the doldrums brought on by the abject insanity of these last three years, I have decided to take a radical departure from my life heretofore.

I plan to explore my fairie nature this year.  Not ‘fairy’, already done, rather the Fairie one.

First order of business is to assign myself a woodland sprite name:

I have chosen ‘Thistle Fawn’.

I recently ran all this past a few friends, including the idea of referring to myself in the third person: ‘Thistle Fawn loves the flowers of the meadow’ and ‘Thistle Fawn doesn’t like loud noises’, etc.

Rather than supporting me in this endeavor, they find the root idea unsettling, and the third person aspect even more so.

Stephen has decided to humor Thistle in the short run, but will unhelpfully, I believe, mis-address Thistle as ‘Thimble Thong’.

Thistle Fawn’s inner peace and seraphical calm prevent him from taking offense…

Why am I telling you this?

I started blogging in 2009, but in October 2016, I ditched the previous posts in a fit of cyber housecleaning. Some of it was really nice writing, but alas, as my old friend Susan once said: ‘Compulsion is a cruel master’.

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