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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,
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 in this world
That can bring your heart comfort!"


August 21
The Mountain Winery
Yummy Bryan


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.


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


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.)


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 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


"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.

RIP Peter Sarstedt

Singer-songwriter who topped the charts in 1969 with Where Do You Go to (My Lovely)

I sang this song on Saturday afternoon at the Mint. (I fell in love with the song from seeing "The Darjeeling Limited" and bought my own karaoke version, since it was so NOT in the bar's collection.) Yesterday afternoon, I was tagged in a FB book post the KJ, noting the singer's death on Sunday.

(Now I'm even edgier about the health and age of Mr. Ferry.)


100 TV shows-#85 Ashes to Ashes

Ashes to Ashes

Ashes to Ashes fic

Such a roller coaster. Some great moments, especially in the third series and lots of Gene Hunt awesomeness, but since John Simm wasn't there in the flesh, the show had a definite Sam Tyler sized hole which poor Keeley Hawes wasn't really capable of filling. Keeley was awesome in "Spooks," but just not strong enough to carry a show, especially up against the Mighty Glenister.

Plus the scripts...oh Alex Drake, I tried to like her...and there were times I almost got there, but the writing made it so, so hard, especially when she'd get up on her high-horse. "The Smoking Gun," was the WORST, which is even more unfortunate given an early Russell Tovey appearance. I can't imagine ever sitting through that cringe-fest again.

I did get through the whole series one time only...and I got some good fic out of it, but Life on Mars, it wasn't.

I am glad that Ray got a redemption arc, even if it was a bit too obvious and melodramatic. I think Shazz was a potentially great character who never got properly developed and between my Sam/Chris ship and a bit of a Alex/Chris one, I never really got into her and Chris's relationship.

I won't spoil the finale, but it is a satisfying ending for both series...just not the emotional brilliance of the Life on Mars ending. Sorry, LoM was perfect and probably should have been left where it was. In my head and heart, it did.

Holiday Cheer

From Hubby: An Instant Pot! Basically an electric combination Pressure Cooker/Slow Cooker/Steamer. At the moment the main use is for me to be able to make the elixir of life bone broth. The slow cooker took three days and drove me nuts with house smelling like bone broth for that entire period. The pressure cooker took a good four hours and required keeping the stove on for that period and me getting up in the middle of the night to turn it off. Yesterday I set the timer, the broth cooked in about three hours and then turned itself off and the result has gelled beautifully. The bones were reduced to absolute rubble so I know that all the collagen goodness is in the broth.

I got the Montgomery Clift/Elizabeth Taylor fic of my dreams including actual sex, along with all the angst, Hollywood dirt and twisted emotions I see in those two beautiful creatures.

If that's your jam, please go HERE and bestow the love it deserves.

From Yoga:
We're in the month that Laughing Lotus devotes to Saints, Sages, Gurus etc. and my beloved teacher, Adrianna has shared this poem by Hafiz with us in a few classes. It speaks to me and always makes me smile. I share it with you. It says a lot about the journey we are all on, even the horror-show that has been this year for so many of us. (Really, 2016? George Michael...really?) I haven't had the time to do the RIPs much this year, and honestly...it's been such an onslaught it would be a full-time job.

Cast All Your Votes for Dancing by Hafiz

I know the voice of depression
Still calls to you.

I know those habits that can ruin your life
Still send their invitations.

But you are with the Friend now
And look so much stronger.

You can stay that way
And even bloom!

Keep squeezing drops of the Sun
From your prayers and work and music
And from your companions' beautiful laughter.

Keep squeezing drops of the Sun
From the sacred hands and glance of your Beloved
And, my dear,
From the most insignificant movements
Of your own holy body.

Learn to recognize the counterfeit coins
That may buy you just a moment of pleasure,
But then drag you for days
Like a broken man
Behind a farting camel.

You are with the Friend now.
Learn what actions of yours delight Him,
What actions of yours bring freedom
And Love.

Whenever you say God's name, dear pilgrim,
My ears wish my head was missing
So they could finally kiss each other
And applaud all your nourishing wisdom!

O keep squeezing drops of the Sun
From your prayers and work and music
And from your companions' beautiful laughter
And from the most insignificant movements
Of your own holy body.

Now, sweet one, be wise.
Cast all your votes for Dancing!



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