In my research for all things (actually just fabric) fire retardant (but only with a certificate of compliance with local and state laws, please) I have run across some very odd companies.  Take, for instance, Forever Preserved, which I am pretty sure preserves palm trees and other shrubs so that they look real, but have been coated in something that stops decay.  This immediately made me think: Well, this is likely for pet palm trees. “Good bye, old friend” as you run your hand over the rough bark, and then it’s off to be dipped.

Since I liked my last post so very much, I’ve decided to make a big photo post of all the images of  the two of them I liked best.  Newman and Woodward were married for fifty years, and when asked why he never cheated, Newman famously said “Why go out for hamburger when you’ve got steak at home?”

These are roughly in chronological order.

1958

Celebrating her Oscar win for 1958’s “The Three Faces of Eve”

Look at the way he’s looking at her.

A bit of context for the above photo, Joanne decided to go back to school to get her B.A., and graduated from Sarah Lawrence in 1990 alongside their granddaughter Clea.  Paul Newman gave the commencement address.

Newman was an avid car racer, and Joanne hated it.  I read one anecdote that said one time she fell out of bed and broke her collarbone and he said “I don’t want to hear any more complaining about the dangers of racing.”

They were married for fifty years, until his death in 2008.  They mostly lived in Connecticut and did not consider themselves “Hollywood” people, which is probably why their marriage lasted.  Joanne also said that looks fade, but the secret was to marry someone who made you laugh every single day.

“I’ve repeatedly said that for people who have as little in common as Joanne and myself, we have an uncommonly good marriage. We are actors. We make pictures and that’s about all we have in common. Maybe that’s enough. Wives shouldn’t feel obligated to accompany their husbands to a ball game, husbands do look a bit silly attending morning coffee breaks with the neighborhood wives when most men are out at work. Husbands and wives should have separate interests, cultivate different sets of friends and not impose on the other … You can’t spend a lifetime breathing down each other’s necks … We are very, very different people and yet somehow we fed off those varied differences and instead of separating us, it has made the whole bond a lot stronger.”

volley. folly. windpipe crusher.

A children’s poem somewhere in that.

A friend recently fanned the flames of my obsession with figuring out what would happen if an actor in a movie could rent a movie and see themselves in it. Or is it that I wonder if each movie is simply set in an earth-like place, but obviously one where certain films don’t exist?

Bill Murray and Woody Harrelson were both in the 1996 film Kingpin.

In the movie Zombieland, Woody Harrelson plays a character named Tallahassee, but Bill Murray plays himself. Tallahassee tells Bill Murray that he’s seen every film he’s ever been in. It then follows that he would have seen Kingpin, in which he stars, alongside Bill Murray.

ALL I’M SAYING is that this is impossible. Kingpin must not exist in that world.

‘I hope no great sorrow ever will come to you, Anne.’ said Gilbert, who could not connect the idea of sorrow with the vivid, joyous creature beside him, unwitting that those who can soar to the highest heights can also plunge to the deepest depths, and that the natures which enjoy most keenly are those which also suffer most sharply. – found via the littlest stenographer

there are a few things I day dream about, one of them is running a lifestyle etsy/ebay shop. Filled with clothes, little trinkets, small furniture items, books, records… you know.

To do that, I would need:

a. a capable computer
(a2. also a wacom tablet and photoshop) 
b. more income with which to purchase the clothes and sundries to sell
c. a good camera

I am always finding things at Buffalo Exchange for super cheap that could be marked up if styled correctly.   Anyone want to invest two grand in a style-wise enterprise?

I am sitting on the couch, with a blanket. It is Saturday night and I am watching all the television I did not see last week. In my hand is a knife, and on that knife is some brie.

After about ten minutes I look at the knife and giggle, and sing-song-say something like ‘night chee…” and then I stop because this is not only sort of like the Night Cheese incident, this is Night Cheese.

A sobering thought if I’ve ever had one in my entire life.

My hair seems to be growing, finally.  Next year, it will be as long as it should be, but probably won’t be as long as I want it for another two years.  I don’t want shoulder-length hair, I want crazy Burberry model long hair.  My hair will be the perfect length as soon as I graduate from grad school.  I’m going to grad school, can you believe that? And as soon as I’m done with my first semester, I’m going to look at continuing on in the PhD program offered through my school, which hopefully wouldn’t add more than another 2 years to it all.

There is definitely something to be said for waiting.  In so many areas, I wish I had been more patient.