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Only doing B) tonight. Have been at an after-party serving home-made wine (you must know the stuff?! Tastes just like honey, makes you fall over incapacitated after only one glass!! "What the fuck is going on?" territory.)

Yes, I have scoured my very thumbed copies of "Edie: An American Biography" ("Edie: American Girl" in the original US edition)(I have both; it's exactly the same book, but with a different cover)(these things are very important, you understand!), and of course you are correct; Baltimore is not mentioned once. Didn't think so; I practically know that book off by heart!


Feel a touch livelier now, so I'll continue...

In the spirit of "A New Look, A New Outlook", I had my hair cut this week. I fancied something different! Gone is the shaggy Mod mop, that I've sported for years. It got cut shorter than I wanted (why is it that hairdressers never listen to a word you say when describing EXACTLY what you want them to do!!!), and after crying for half a day, I got on with "dealing with the situation". I soon worked out that with a nifty sweep, I could totally channel the Jean Seberg style pixie crop that she sported in "A Bout de Souffle". Very ! Nouvelle Vague indeed!

Actually, she might run Edie close in the "Most Loveliest, Most Coolest, Best Haircut, Most Tragic Icons of the 1960's/ 20th Century/ EVER!" Academy Awards Category. Plus she had other attributes: she famously supported the Black Panther Movement, she lived in Paris (she is buried in Montparnasse Cemetary) and spoke French etc etc

Hence, I have got myself back into a creative streak. Even read a book this week (the latest Douglas Coupland), and am half-way through another (an unauthorised Cat Power biography), and I feel so much more alive. Makes me want to creatively write myself.

Only, as you have read over the last few months since we "met", I am not a writer! Wish I was; "Author" would be my dream profession. Not interested in being a "performer" of any kind (scary!); I would love the anonymity that an underground author has. No money in it, obviously, but what the hey; money isn't everything!

xxx

now.......

Oh, Sotired, I am so tired. Was out late last night with friends. So, I might not make much sense and this will be a lazy post.

Seems I've heard of that wine but haven't the pleasure of ever tasting any. What I was told was that they make this wine somewhere in Europe (Germany, I think but could be France) that is of a much better quality that they keep for themselves. It's not exported. Hey, I don't blame them. Heard that you don't taste the alcohol. It's smooth and fruity so you have to be careful or you'll drink too much. AKA: 'wtf territory'. Though I do very much love a good wine, not sure if I would like it if it tastes like honey. I usually don't like the taste of honey. Way too sweet for me. Don't like my wines sweet either unless it's a nice dessert wine complemented with a nice plate of good cheeses and appropriate fruits. Of course, there are always exceptions in my life.

Guess I'll have to travel to Europe to ever get that chance. To date, my biggest unrequited wish is visiting Europe. Would absolutely love to visit anywhere in Europe, all of Europe, even just for a week but preferably longer. With all of the suckage in my life, doesn't look like that will ever happen. Too much redistribution of wealth; meaning, the fucking banksters have stolen everyones' money and are filtering it up to the already mega rich.

Haircuts can often be tramatic, especially when a scissor happy hairdresser attacks your head. That's partly why I never use them. I cut my own hair. Have been ever since I was a teenager. Can't trust them. Having straight hair, I've found they have this mindset that's it's a very easy cut so they rush through it only for me ending up with uneven hair. Fuck it! I can do it myself, better, and for free. The bangs can get tricky but, over the years, I've learned what works best for me. In fact, I'm snipping at those things every day to touch them up.

Okay, I need to see before and after photos of your hair. You've seen mine.

Glad to hear that you're back on track. Was a little concerned about you there for awhile. You seemed to be spinning out of control for a bit.

Sounds like you have a thing for tragic females; the 'femme fatale'.

Don't worry about the publishing side of writing. That will just block up your mind and flow. Just start writing, be it a full piece via a Word program, small snippets that might merge into a whole or work as standalones, or even just a journal. If you get the meat down, there are editors who refine things for you. You'll never be an underground author if you don't write but if you write, something may come of it. Start a blog or something to get you in the swing of things.

The link I posted for the Edie book is exactly the one that I have. Well, it reads on Amazon to be. No cover photo posted. The one they had with a cover wasn't mine so I settled on being more accurate. Yes, like you, those things do matter.

Ugh, I need to wake up. Not tired enough to take a nap yet too toasty to do much of anything. Maybe I should make dinner. Ugh... I don't feel like it.

Could use a little sunshine except sunlight makes me sleepy. The curse of the nocturnal!

Be back later looking for those pics.

DJ Jaguar wrote:Okay, I need to see before and after photos of your hair. You've seen mine.

Be back later looking for those pics.

Hahaha...You're not going to "get" me that easily, young lady!

There is absolutely no chance of me posting photographs of myself on the internet. Who do you take me for? If you are so egotistical as to do that, for the likes of me to find, then that's your fault! I personally like to hide behind the "Beauty of Anonymity" that forums allow. Besides, I may well be 60 and bald, and all this is an elaborate wind-up. (I'm not, and it's not, as it happens!)

(That sounds really suspect, now that I read it back. I am NOT an "internet groomer", Web Police!)

Seriously, I hate having my picture taken, and don't own a camera of any kind. I even refuse to buy mobile ("cell" to you) phones with cameras on them. So I don't actually have any photos of myself anyway, even if I felt so inclined to post any! You'll just have to use your imagination.


As for the wine conversation, perhaps I didn't word it very well. All I meant was that it was "home-made" wine, made by one of the girls' parents or relatives or something! And I didn't mean that it really tasted of honey (that would be vile!); it just slipped down really easily, but was of lethal strength! It is probably pretty nasty when one is sober, but I wasn't at the time, so it seemed OK. (Ooh, you are playing Indian Jewelry again. ) I have absolutely no idea what "exclusively European" wine you were going on about!!! My taste in wine is normally / generally very delicate; favourites are Burgundy (pinot noir) and Beaujolais (gamay), but I'll drink just about anything when drunk.


Just as you have never been to Europe, I have never been to the USA. Much for the same reasons, as it happens: Money, and the lack of it. Let's get saving, and we can do a cultural exchange program. I'd like to go to New York City, and where can we send you?..... Of course, Paris! Lovely city, and you already speak the language.

Speak soon.

A) What? Are you afraid that I'm going to steal your soul or something?

B) Uh, huh. Now who's ego are we really talking about here? I think thou does protest too much. That's okay, I've already found your picture.
I've also seen it on MySpace: Sotired .... and heard your band: Sotired

Understand where you're coming from with the camera. I too absolutely hate having my picture taken because the camera usally hates me. You've seen some of the only rare few that I can deal with. But, I'm not so freaked out that I won't own a camera. All you have to do is make sure you stay on the other side of it.

Yes, for all I know, you could be laying eggs instead of waking farmers up. Of course, though you've seen some photos of me, doesn't mean that you would recognize me in person. On a number of occasions, I've had those who know me in person, not recognize me. I tend to be a weird mix of consistent yet cameleon like.

You can email a photo to me. No one else will see it.

What about a drawing?

(Whatever letter) No, don't think it was your explanation. Probably me. I was very sleepy and don't think that my reading comprehension was up to snuff. Just made me think of that wine that I had heard and read about. Years ago, I use to only like reds, when it came to wine, that is. After a little more wine drinking experience, I realized that it all had to do with drinking cheap wine. It's not too hard to stomach a cheap red but a cheap white is unbearable. At the time, everyone around here was raving about all this Sauterne that was all the rage. Not my favorite of the whites. Worse yet, the biggest fans were drinking it out of a box!!! How disgusting!!! You know how when a well aged bar acquires a certain rank stench from all of those years of beer sopped up in everything? Well, that's what that shit tastes like! Now I very much like both reds and whites, providing they aren't like those imitation wines I just mentioned. Depends on my mood, what's available, if it's with a meal and such, whether I select a red or a white. Then again, there are a whole lot of cocktails and liquors I like. Then on the odd occasion, a beer. Actually, there is a very nice bar along the beach in Delaware that knows me as Pernod & water on the rocks. (That's how a bartender thinks.)

Yeah, Indian Jewelry is pretty cool... and very twisted! Much like you. (Running my ass out of here. )
Very nice to know that you actually listen!

A cultural exchange program sounds good. Now, if we could only save up enough. LOL. NYC is great. That place really resonates with me. Weird how I always run into people I know whenever I've been up. Everyone always thinks that I'm a local too. You would love it.

Oui, Paris! Moi? Je ne peux pas parler le français.

A votre sante!

As you finished your last post in French, I will start by saying:
"Happy Bastille Day!"
So, what would that be, then: "Jour de Bastille heureux"? Probably not; let me look it up....... Well Wikipedia says that in France it is known as "Fete Nationale", "Fete de la Federation", or simply "le quatorze juillet". Ah, it also says that Baltimore has a large Bastille Day celebration each year at Petit Louis in the Roland Park area. Did you go?

How cool. A celebration of kicking out the scumbag royalty and becoming a republic! Why can't a revolution happen here? "Salut!" to the French. That reminds me; Scott's latest Northern Star compilation "Revolution in Sound" arrived today. Very nice indeed; great cover!

Moving on. Jesus Christ!! I am going to have to change my online moniker. I share it with a 101 year old drawn person in wrap-around shades from Michigan, and worse, a cheesy covers band who raid the fancy-dress box from Massachusetts!!! Oh, the shame....
Very very sad of you to look this up, by the way; but it made for a good laugh.

As to regard sending a photo by email, I will repeat: I DO NOT OWN ANY PHOTOGRAPHS OF MYSELF! Except the one of my left eye, on the right there, that is. Let that be the end of it. Or a drawing? I am not the artistic type, so I'll decline on that one too.

And so to our favourite subject, Drink. I seriously hope that you don't do a cocktail of all your favourite alcoholic beverages in one sitting! I tried something similar on a mate's stag do a few years ago, and ended up so completely out-of-it that I was found passed-out in a corner of a club! Then at the wedding a week later, I fell over a bass-bin situated on the edge of the dancefloor! Champagne was involved both times, so I've never touched that stuff since; and I haven't mixed my drinks (much) on a night out since, either. I only really drink beer and red wine these days, anyway. I'm way to old for the strong stuff; makes me gag. Oh, the other reason for giving up spirit type drinks is the hazy memory of too much Absinthe in Prague a while ago. Yuck!!

Til next time........ x

Shame on me! Totally missed that yesterday was Bastille Day. (Thanks for decorating the place up for the celebration! ) Kind of ironic; Roland Park is somewhat of an upscale neighborhood. You'd think they'd want to keep we underlings quiet. Then again, they are notorious for taking all of our fun away from us and claiming it for themselves. Just look at all the cool little divey artist neighborhoods and communities that they take over and push us out of after we've revitalized dying neighborhoods.

"How cool. A celebration of kicking out the scumbag royalty and becoming a republic! Why can't a revolution happen here? "Salut!" to the French."
Tell me about it! We could sorely use another one here with the Nazification of America that's taking place! It's now like early Weimer Germany and the many brain dead sheeple can't or refuse to see it. La mort au roi! Vivent longtemps les Français! J'aime les Français!

So that one eye pic explains those wrap around glasses. Are you wearing eye make-up? Or does it just appear that way due to the extreme close-up? What about the green eyeliner? Eyeliner or is the photo touched up? Looks pretty cool from the tiny, tiny bit that I can see. You ought to get a little more confidence and experiment with some self photos, even if you end up Photoshopping them. They might turn out better than you fear. If not, there's always the delete button, assuming you use a digital camera. I know, I know. You don't 'own' a camera. Borrow one or get a trusted friend to take a few. Get them to download them into your computer and then make them delete them from their camera before they leave if you are too freaked out by them.

I'll remember that if you ever do make it to Baltimore, not to take you on the 'champagne tour'. I love a good champagne but the ones on the lower end are nasty. One of the worst hangovers too! Horrendous headaches! The best champagne that I've had was a bottle I sprung for years ago. It was a bottle of a Venice Simplon Orient Express champagne. Simply delicious! Much, much better than a Dom Perignon. Delicate reds are good. Like I said, I like all kinds but drink very lightly so I can enjoy it; not suffer from it. Kind of like driving down the highway. You get up to a certain speed but then you level off and/or maintian or the results would surely be disasterous.

Who does your make-up? Was it you or did you get someone to do it for you? (Seriously though, I have no problems at all with men wearing make-up. I just like ragging on you. )

Ta ta, Pretty Boy. Talk to you later.