Courtesy of Mindy, puh-leese go see Insubordiknit for the most dead-on, hysterically wonderful, handspun, hand-dyed yarn names (yes, on the home page you will find this:
That is Flatchested Carnival.
And silly me. Did I forget to tell you that a friend sent me Celestia? Go now. I'll wait. Celestia is to those of us born too soon for intergalactic exploration as Goo.gle. Ear.th is to Nat.ional Geo.gra.phic magazine geeks. If you can dream it you can star travel it. Our solar system, our galaxy, and beyond. Go see, for truly it is wonderful. It requires a download (quick).
And if you, like me, never believed that Pierce Brosnan was anything more than a shallow, ever so slightly cross-eyed, can't act his way out of a paper bag film actor who never should have been allowed off the small screen? Go see The Matador. He can ACT?!! and spoof himself, and look as bad (in a skinny-assed way) as Jack Nicholson allowed himself to look in About Smith. He and the movie are quirky and weird and wonderful and lead you down all sorts of dark alleys and low comedy. And Greg Kinnear and all the other actors are just dead on perfect. And a lot of it takes place in the Camino Real hotel in Mexico City. Where I used to stay when I worked in Mexico. Deja vu all over again, in the best possible smarmy way...
Um. Flatchested Carnival. Can you just see it up on the marquee for the new Cir.que du Sol.eil production??? sort of the anti-Hoo.ters. I cannot stop saying it out loud to myself. Just when you thought the world was a dark and mingy place and no good at all would come of it, Woot! faith restored.
That is all from feeling-the-love in paradise.
oops. I lie. Here's the soundtrack for all of the above:
Sex Kills, track 2 from Turbulent Indigo, Joni Mitchell's 1994 gem of a CD. Catch the wall of sound and
especially the bass line behind the amazing lyrics. I mean, who do you know who has lines like
"...since Robespierre slaughtered half of France..." ??? Huh?
Bill Frisell, I Heard It Through the Grapevine and EVERYTHING ELSE on the double CD East-West pay me now and I'll tell you where you can find fingers like his...
Black Cadillac, Roses & Thorns, from Black Cadillac CD by Roseanne Cash
Auberge, Chris Rea from the CD of the same name.
Is the olympic knitting over? is it safe to come out now? oooooh, my bad. don't hate me.
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