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Eternity in Sydney City   Leave a comment

“Sydney is rather like an arrogant lover. When it rains, it can deny you its love and you can find it hard to relate to. It’s not a place that’s built to be rainy or cold. But when the sun comes out, it bats its eyelids; it’s glamorous, beautiful, attractive, smart, and it’s very hard to get away from its magnetic pull.”

Baz Luhrmann

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Summertime, and the Livin’ is Easy   Leave a comment

Summertime, and the livin’ is easy
Fish are jumpin’ and the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy’s rich and your ma is good-lookin’
So hush, little baby, don’t you cry

“Summertime,” lyrics by DuBose Heyward and Ira Gershwin

One of the things I don’t like about living in the South is the heat in the summer.  As I always say when someone thinks I’m insane for wanting to move back to Michigan year round, “You can dress for the cold.  You can’t undress for the heat — legally.”

Well, at least you can dress as lightly as possible; that helps a little.  This outfit by Liziaah does the trick quite nicely.

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Late For the Train   Leave a comment

… Have to catch an early train
Got to be to work by nine
And if I had an air-o-plane
I still couldn’t make it on time
‘Cause it takes me so long
Just to figure out what I’m gonna wear
Blame it on the train
But the boss is already there ….

— “Manic Monday,” lyrics by Prince Rogers Nelson

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A Moveable Feast   Leave a comment

I was intending to do something much more casual this time, but I fell in love with this month’s Tres Chic, and so here I am glammed up again.

“…There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it ….”

— Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

“When good Americans die, they go to Paris.”

— Oscar Wilde

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What is Reality?   Leave a comment

What is reality?
Is it the cool embrace of winters chilling winds?
Or is it the tingle you get while walking in the sun on a summer’s afternoon?

More photos and verses on the next page.

The Ivory Dame Caper   Leave a comment

Full-size photos at my Flickr stream

It had been a long day, a day in a string of days filled with lots of nothing. Business lately was flatter than a Martian flat cat; and brother, that’s flat. Even the weather was depressed; it had been spitting rain all day, the kind of rain that ate holes in ceramacrete here on Chania 3, nice and acid.  Anyway, I was sitting in my office, fighting the latest battle in the age-old war between income and expenses. As usual, the expenses were winning; I hadn’t seen a clipped credit in weeks.  I was already a month behind on the rent; the landlord was beginning to give me the fish eye and tap on the commlink on his belt every time he saw me, which was turning into every morning as I walked in the lobby.  I knew what that meant; he kept the name of his favorite bouncer on speed dial there, some critter big and blue and with six arms.  When that guy bounced you, you stayed bounced.

I was getting ready to give it up for the day, when there was a knock on the door.  A knock on the door meant one of two things:  the landlord’s bouncer, or a paying client.  Right at the moment, I couldn’t be fussy.  If it was the bouncer, he’d just rip the door off if I didn’t open it, and the landlord was in the right, anyway.  If it was a client, I might just make enough out of this to stave off Blue Boy’s advent.  I keyed the door….

…and knew that this case was probably gonna be worth big credits, and that I was in a whole lot of trouble from the get-go.

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“Laissez le bon temps rouler!”   Leave a comment

mardi-gras

Bienvenue sur le Rue Bourbon, dans le ville de La Nouvelle-Orléans!  At this time of year, the biggest parties of the world are held in Mobile, Rio de Janiero, the Caribbean islands, and especially to American minds, in New Orleans, where Mardi Gras provides the traditional closeout to the church calendar season of Epiphany.  Jem and I took it a little farther than short tops and tons of beads this year; it looks like we should be on a float for one of the famous Crewes!

And no, Peter Minuet, we won’t flash you our boobs for beads.  (Laughing)

Full-size photo (1920 / 16:9 wallpaper size) at Flickr

What are we wearing? Turn the page and see.

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