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Some recent musings on my own short-comings.

Warnings: Spirituality, God, 12 Steps, Recovery. (Apologies to my atheist friends. This will probably not be your cup of Chai.)




As part of my recovery from compulsive overeating, I’ve set intentions to eliminate behaviors related to my binge-eating that go beyond the binging itself.

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100 tv shows-#89-New Tricks

Speaking of embarrassing...FIVE YEARS I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS MEME!!!! Holy shit. My whole life has changed since I started this. This morning my Yoga teacher was once again asking, "What's not serving you?" About a year ago that same question led me to cut off a lot of hair and have what was left dyed a much lighter color than the one I'd been sporting. Today it's got me wondering if it's worth it to get to the end of this thing, when it's pretty much only my ego that wants to keep going because I'll be embarrassed not to finish and honestly...is anybody still paying attention? Also is there anyone out there who started this meme when it first appeared and actually did finish?

New Tricks




I really like this show. I found it on Netflix while looking for more British Mysteries, hoping it would be more Midsomer/Morse/Lewis and less Frost/Luther/Life On Mars. Because I've learned that hubby will start noping out quickly if things are too dark and the characters aren't quirky/lovable.

The premise was interesting enough and the characters definitely quirky enough to get through the first series, although almost from the beginning, Hubby referred to it as "The Old Farts."

We made it through the first five series on DVD, but quirky just wasn't enough, especially when he arcs did get somewhat dark and kind of repetitive. It was definitely fun seeing a lot of the usual "only five actors in the UK" turn up in somewhat unusual roles and I loved how the theme song was SUCH a rip off of "End of the Line" by the Traveling Wilbury's. Also...I reallyreally wanted the UST between Gerry and Sandra to go somewhere. Clearly that was never going to happen, but Sandra's various failed relationships got to be a bad brick joke.

I also got really unhappy with the depiction of Brian's drug/alcohol addiction. (Will no TV show ever get this right?) The character himself and the acting was amazing, but the idea that his going back to AA because he knew he was on the verge of relapse was somehow a BAD thing really annoyed me.

So we finished up series 5...and the first disc of Series 6 arrived. And sat here for months. I kept mentioning to Hubby that we had it and he basically kept not expressing any interest.
The disc has gone back and I have a sneaking suspicion we're done and I'll never find out what happens...although I know eventually all the original guys leave anyway...just not the details, including which one dies. (That's not a spoiler, just a suspicion.)

Presumably, I could check Wiki and find all this out. I'm just not sure I care enough.

Kind of like finishing this meme.

Well that's embarrassing!

First of all, everything's fine! I had a lovely trip to Phoenix last week. The short version: Yes, it was hot! Two free hotels. Relaxing time with relatives. Floppy hat worn to protect alabaster skin. Two museums in two days might not have been the best action plan. WAY TOO SPREAD OUT!!! Gorgeous scenery. Yes, I stayed abstinent. I stayed about 98% sane, with one afternoon of getting a bit shirty when my blood sugar crashed and I got panic-stricken at the idea of not being able to get a "security blanket" piece of fruit. I managed to do Yoga AND Karaoke in one night. Hubby got to an Irish music session held at a Quaker Meeting House. Pictures to come as soon as I get all my devices and various apps synched.




Now the embarrassing bit:
I'm still trying to sell that extra Bryan Ferry ticket, preferably to someone who will convey to me to the concert and squeeeee with me throughout. At least that's the story going on in my head and I thought Craig's List was the way to find this person.

Instead I was contact via text (because I put my cell number in the ad...LIKE AN IDIOT) and someone offered me the price I was asking for the ticket. Even though they didn't give me a name and had really bad English and said they were not in the area, I just assumed it was some kind of dealer or scalper and OK, I wasn't thrilled, but was just corrupt enough to go for it.

THEN, the cashier's check (you all know where this going right?) arrived in the amount of (wait for it) $2000.10. And I was like what the fuckety, fucking fuck, but I still didn't get it.

I texted back asking "What's Up?" The English on the other end got even worse and was talking about my depositing the check IMMEDIATELY and giving the extra to the person who would pick up the ticket.

I know there are many, you should pardon the expression, devout atheists on what's left of my F-list, but at this point all the bells went off in my heart, head and gut. And I do call that voice Krishna, Ganesh, Shiva, Buddha, Jesus Motherfucking Christ, or Higher Power.

I fessed up to Hubby (again!) and told Mr. (or MS) Buyer that I wasn't comfortable with this and would only go through with the transaction as originally laid out. You buy the ticket. I send the ticket. I offered to send the check back and asked for the address...because I still thought it might be someone remotely wanted to buy the actual ticket. That's when the texts got super pushy, threatening, cajoling and I started reading about on-line scams, especially via Craig's List.


So, yeah, I dodged the bullet, but boy...it was close. I feel quite the fool on many levels and rather disappointed in the Universe and especially Craig's List, where I honestly thought I'd find someone to bond with my Bryan Love who would get a great deal on the concert in return for driving me.

My heart is a little broken, but my bank account is intact.

Of course I STILL need someone to buy the ticket, but I'm doing my best to turn it over to the Universe and trust that something will work out.

Another poem by Hafez.

This one was read to us on Wednesday by my Yoga teacher. It resonated with me BIG TIME!!!

And Applaud


Once a young man came to me and said,
"Dear Master,
I am feeling strong and brave today, And I would like to know the truth
About all of my-attachments."
And I replied,
"Attachments?
Attachments!
Sweet Heart,
Do you really want me to speak to you
About all your attachments,
When I can see so clearly
You have built, with so much care,
Such a great brothel
To house all of your pleasures.
You have even surrounded the whole damn place
With armed guards and vicious dogs
To protect your desires
So that you can sneak away
From time to time
And try to squeeze light
Into your parched being
From a source as fruitful
As a dried date pit
That even a bird
Is wise enough to spit out.
Your attachments! My dear,
Let's not speak of those,
For Hafiz understands the sufferings
Of your heart.
Hafiz knows
The torments and the agonies
That every mind on the way to Annihilation in the Sun
Must endure.
So at night in my prayers I often stop
And ask a thousand angels to join in
And Applaud,
And Applaud
Anything,
Anything in this world
That can bring your heart comfort!"

BRYAN!

August 21
The Mountain Winery
Saratoga.
Yummy Bryan


I AM SO HAPPY!

At first I thought there were no US dates and then no West Coast dates and then no Bay Area/Northern California dates. I spent a completely unseemly amount of money on two tickets, knowing my husband has no interest, so dear readers, if you know someone in my neck of the woods, who IS willing to pay a portion of an unseemly amount of money and spent time squeeing over Bryan Ferry with me, please put them in touch. I'm on Facebook and can be messaged that way. If you IM me through LJ, I'll get back to you. Some of you have my email. Don't be afraid to use it.

Velvet Bryan


Basically I put it up to the Universe and my form of prayer was to sing as many of the songs Bryan covered on his first solo album as possible at the Mint. Apparently it worked.

I'm also excited about seeing Krishna Das this month, but it ain't remotely in the same category of excitement.

Sunglasses

Interestingly, my Bryan Ferry obsession predated and outlasted my Barrowmania phase. Still love John, but don't listen to his music on a regular basis or think of him much at all these days, except with a mixture of fondness for him and horror at myself for the depths I went to as a human being during that period.

In other news.

My 4th and 5th step are done.
Food abstinence now includes NOT eating or drinking while standing up.
Not being online, watching television, or reading while I eat. I'm allowed to listen to music or podcasts, but not do anything that requires engaging my vision and therefore being in denial that I'm actually eating.

I've purchased and started playing the Harmonium

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SCldTLF30uw

I recently saw Donnie Darko for the first time. (Big Screen at the Roxie.) Good movie, but the Jake Gyllenhaal obsession of Fandom in general continues to elude me.

I haven't seen a contemporary (non-documentary) movie or TV show (except for more recent episodes of Midsomer Murders) in forever.

I am still doing compulsive shit, including spending an unseemly amount of money on Bryan Ferry tickets and not telling my husband beforehand. OOPS!


Smiling Bryan

100 tv shows-#88-Mannix

I have a feeling my last 12 posts to finish this project are going to be driven by the deaths of heroes and my acceptance of more shows that I'm giving up on. Somehow it is important to me get to 100, even if there are fewer people reading and I have less and less to say. It may be the last gasp of this blog at all. As part of the recovery process, I'm letting go of being online while eating, which takes away a LOT of the remaining time I've got to do this. There's a big post on the topic of What Do I Really Care About, or some such navel-gazing coming up soon. But that's not what we're here for today.


Mike Connors, Long-Running TV Sleuth in ‘Mannix,’ Dies at 91
(Yes, this happened two months ago.)


Mannix





In putting this post together, I was surprised to see how long the show actually lasted and I can't remember if I was watching it all the way through. I'm positive I shipped Joe and Peggy, although I REALLY had a crush on Joe Mannix and lusted hard for his womanizing to be aimed in my pre-pubescent and adolescent direction. This HAD to be a show I watched with Mommy, so she must have been equally interested in Joe or Mr. Connors. I was very, very interested in Mr. Connors, although through all my way old-movie watching obsession days, I never actually got around to watching "Where Love Has Gone,". I read about it over and over, but somehow it was never on and even after VHS got big...just never did it.

What's even weirder is that aside from the womanizing, and the groovy turtlenecks, and the UST with Gail Fisher, I have no memory of actual plots. The episodes that I do remember watching are the ones from the first season when Joe worked for Intertect unlimited with those giant, clunky, state-of-the-art, punchcard spewing computers. And Joe Campanella...I think proto-fan me saw some interesting chemistry there as well.

So here's an interesting moment of cringe from the Chronicles of K-gal.

Details are vague, but the one important fact is that at my High School, the co-director of the school musicals was one Joyce Campanella. I think she was either a teacher or the school nurse. Joyce Campanella, it turned out, was the sister of Joseph Campanella, and he came to the final dress rehearsal of the Senior Musical of 1982-Grease. I was the assistant stage manager of said production, and Mr. Campanella was prominent enough that we were given an opportunity for some Q&A....given my little moment, I asked something about Mannix. I believe Mr. Campanella was a bit taken aback...and my fellow students gave me the "weirdo" look...not for the first or last time during my childhood.


I have fond, if vague memories of the show, especially that first season. I'd love to go back and see it again, but not with Hubby, just in case it's aged as badly as those groovy turtlenecks.

The Punchline

Me: Uh...sweetie...SO I'm going to tell you something and I'm giving you the opportunity to laugh your ass off at me, cause I have it coming.

Him: What is it?

Me: I'm kind of sort of considering possibly getting a harmonium.

Him: Oh, I was planning to get you one.

*****

So it looks like this is going to happen. And he just bought himself a bansura. He's envisioning us playing Indian music together and I'm not even sure I'll be able to get a sound out of this thing.

Here's the one I'm probably buying sometime next week, from one of my teachers at Laughing Lotus:

Harmonium

Harmonium Case

It wouldn't be cheap, but considering the number of instruments that Hubby has bought and continues to buy, he can hardly object.

For instance, we will soon be receiving a flute from Ireland made by Eamon Cotter.

The big question is whether I'll have the commitment to learn to play it, especially the courage to get through the potential "sounding terrible" phase.

RIP Mary Tyler Moore

The Mary Tyler Moore Show



Rhoda



"Who can the world on with her smile?"


The recent passing of Ms. Moore hit me hard. I'm not sure I watched this show from the very beginning, when I was 6, but I feel like I was there with my parents pretty early on, and I vividly remember watching Rhoda from the first episode. By 1974, I was 10 and I knew I was much more of a Rhoda, than a Mary, being a New York Jew with a pretty wacky Jewish family. If I'd known about shipping then I would have said I totally shipped Rhoda and Joe and was really pissed when the show broke them up.

I LOVED LOVED LOVED Carlton, your door man. (I used to do a great Carlton your doorman imitation.)

As far as MTM was concerned. I don't have the same memory of watching actual episodes, but I do remember the Chuckles the Clown funeral. I also recall hating Sue Ann and having a feeling that I didn't have words for then that the Ted/Georgette relationship was actually abusive. I really hated Ted. I realize he was a parody of an overbearing jerk, but maybe Ted Knight (who I hear was actually a lovely person) played it just a little too well.

I did like the topical jokes to the extent I understood them.

I MAY have shipped Mary/Lou, although I remember the one episode where they tried to kiss and ended up embarrassed.

I don't think I could re-watch without a massive case of the cringe factor, but I'm pretty sure my Sunday nights were all about the MTM family shows for a long time. It's also one of the first TV Theme songs I could do by heart. (For a long time I could recite the Rhoda opening, but I don't have it memorized anymore, aside from the first and last lines.)

It's amazing how many sit-coms I used to watch and now it's a form I can barely tolerate. Not sure if that's me or the way the genre has developed, especially work-place sit-coms. I know was still up for one in the early 80's when Cheers went on, but lost my interest after that.

I also watched the Phyllis spin-off, but barely any memories, so not going to add it to my count because that would be cheating.

For the record, my father LOVED "Lou Grant," but I don't have strong memories of that one...it may have been too "grown-up" for me at the time.

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