I know.. weird choice of film and setting for the music.
None of the four looks attractive, or to die for… grabbing clothing, and vamping with it, as though mightily entitled, while practically destroying that store.
I kept thinking of my own vintage store… I’d have kicked them out in a few stanzas.
On the other hand, if you swing north, you can pick up MontanaLady (3,323 miles / 49 hours = 67.816326530612244897959183673469 miles/hr average speed.) and the two of you and StelBel can have a good gabfest at the end of the trip.
You’ve really captured the fin de siêcle look of the production… sunset oranges and blue shadows.
(I once had a drawing book for children, from around 1905… all the pictures were taught using only two colors of chalk: blue and orange.)
…
This is a more “cartoon-y” sort of basset than your usual ones… quite suitable for that lengthy snout.
The human copy you posted is so narrow… they didn’t even have room for your traffic jam of soldiers and war machines.
And yeah, I know that actor’s nose is long-ish for a human…
But why even try to compete with a basset hound?
…
Anyhow… the last time this production came to town…. I believe I told about reading Cyrano as a child…
It was in fourth grade… the year I discovered that books can break your heart.
And Cyrano was first… the Rosthound play, of course, the one featured in Stel’s poster… not the historical basset figure.
The teacher I had that year liked to encourage my writing…
She sometimes lent me books and poems to read…. including, at one point, a children’s translation of Cyrano de Basset.
Oh my… I felt insulted by a children’s version… hmphff …
till she showed me her copy of the original, which was in French, which I didn’t speak…
andbesides, she told me, it was in old French… in tiny print, and a zillion rhyming verses.
OK, fine, kid’s version it is.
(Right… finding an English translation for adults never occurred to me.)
…
She said I’d like it, because the hero wins the lady with his writing.
All I can say is… she must not have re-read it very recently when she said it.
First…Cyrano was not a very likeable fellow, for a hero… a braggart and peacock, it seemed to me.
I did develop some sympathy for his unrequited love… but couldn’t understand his helping his rival… which, as a child, I saw as stupid, rather than self-effacing.
…
Second… Roxanne wasn’t likeable either… manipulative, and spoiled, with frivolous reasons for loving this man or that.
Third…even though I’m sure they left out some characters in the children’s book…the plot was still too convoluted to follow,
what with various overlapping ranks and loyalties of French nobility and soldiers… betrayals and battles included.
…
And lastly… the heartbreak I mentioned. KInd of devastating for a kid to absorb.
Even though I didn’t actually like him… as I said, my sympathy was burgeoning…
From: The Calvert Party Encyclopedia Your Complete Guide to Home Entertaining Compiled and edited by Calvert Distillers Company (Best guess: 1960)
“Hot Buttered Rum”
2 Oz. Dark Rum
1 Twist Lemon Peel
1Stick Cinnamon
1 or 2 Cloves
Boiling Cider
Butter
Place Rum, lemon peel, cloves
and cinnamon in a pewter
tankard or heavy mug. Fill
with boiling cider. Float pat
of butter on top and stir well.
Notes from me:
A pat of butter is 1 to 1 1/2 teaspoons, you decide.
From:
“The Bartender’s Bible” by Gary Regan
Published by: Harper Collins 1991
Library of Congress Catalog Card Number 91-55104
“HOT BUTTERED RUM”
teaspoon brown sugar
4 ounces boiling water
1 whole clove
2 ounces dark rum
1 teaspoon unsalted butter
1/8 teaspoon grated nutmeg
In an Irish coffee glass, combine the brown sugar with the
boiling water. Stir until the sugar is dissolved. Add the
clove and rum. Float the butter on the top and dust
with the nutmeg.
I think I’d like to see the Peter Dinklage version. It looks good.
The only problem I have with it is that Cyrano de Bergerac, in the book and in other films, is presented as looking and feeling unacceptable to women because of his nose.
That’s why he doesn’t court Roxanne for himself, and what drives the plot.
It’s hard for me to see the handsome and charming Peter Dinklage as feeling that way, or to picture everyone mocking and rejecting him, even if he is rather short.
…
Steve Martin’s “Roxanne”might be good too, if he can keep a bit of a lid on it.
From “WuMo” on today’s Gocomics: A moth walks into a podiatrist’s office.
He says “Doc, I’m not doing so well. My wife, Mrs. Moth is thinking of leaving me, my son Julio Moth hates me, my daughter Cindy Moth is a failure, and my boss Gregory Linovich is an evil person who feeds off my very demise. You see, I work at a factory and I’ve been at the place for 20 plus years. Everyone in my rank has gotten some kind of promotion or recognition besides me. It has been the same never ending hell of a rut for a mere two decades! Two I tell you doc! By god, when I lay down to rest my tired eyes after a long day of welding and clanking, and operating, and steering, and weeping- I not once but twice a night look over to my bedside to find a gun. A gun lying beside me just waiting for me (a lonely man) to finally end the charade to which I keep living on and on- repeating the vicious cycle I call my life. Doc, I am depressed!”
“Well, Jesus!” Says the Podiatrist. It seems like you need some serious help! But I am a podiatrist. What you need is a psychiatrist to help you!”
“Yeah. I know that, doc”. The moth says.
“So what the heII are you doing in here?” The Podiatrist asks.
“Because” the moth exclaims. “Your light was on.”
So the video is some kind of women’s shopping frenzy?
I know.. weird choice of film and setting for the music.
None of the four looks attractive, or to die for… grabbing clothing, and vamping with it, as though mightily entitled, while practically destroying that store.
I kept thinking of my own vintage store… I’d have kicked them out in a few stanzas.
Michelle’s a real cutie (this video doesn’t really convey it).
Always liked that song. I enjoyed seeing the performance.
There is a profile worthy of a Supreme Court Justice.
Indeed, a worthy portrait.
Jack Cormac
Is that a basset curled up on the floor? That guy better be careful where he puts his foot.
Easthampton, MA
Oh! It was French toast!
That’ll certainly do this time too. I love French toast.
I’ll be right there!
Let’s see… Santa Rosa to Easthampton…
Google says if I leave now, it’s 45 hours???
Wow…. I might be a little late for breakfast.
Like… 11:30 pm Wednesday.
…
Wait a minute, anyway… that’s 3,000 miles.
Even 45 hours would be — doo-de-dooh… 67 miles an hour!
Freeway speed every minute, no sleeping, meals or pit stops?
No rain, snow, detours, side roads, or cities?
….
Maybe we should say Saturday morning?
Will there be bacon?
(I can bring some turkey bacon for the ones who can’t eat pork, and veggie bacon for the veggie people… and some blueberry pies.)
On the other hand, if you swing north, you can pick up MontanaLady (3,323 miles / 49 hours = 67.816326530612244897959183673469 miles/hr average speed.) and the two of you and StelBel can have a good gabfest at the end of the trip.
thanks, alexi. on the way, we can stop and pick up perky.
and, we can share driving, too.
I could really use a good road trip about now. Would rather wait until Spring or Summer, but I’m game!!
At first glance, I thought the frilly lace of his collar was his teeth in a friendly grin.
Me too!
So hard to tell, with shallow WordPress indentation, what comment or image the comments and replies are referring to.
At first I thought you guys were referring to the Cormac painting.
I just realised it’s NOT a reply to anybody, and you mean Cyrano de Basset.
…
I hadn’t noticed that, but now I see it.
Please help me UNsee it!
i wasn’t sure, either! glad you came along.
Twenty minutes well spent.
Thanks.
I like his stuff.
He’s entertaining as well as educational.
i’ll have to come back later, when i have more time. 🙂
Cyrano’s snout pales in comparison to the average Bassett snout.
Is that from “Roxanne”?
Yes…
Oooh… Cyrano….
Nice work, Stel!
You’ve really captured the fin de siêcle look of the production… sunset oranges and blue shadows.
(I once had a drawing book for children, from around 1905… all the pictures were taught using only two colors of chalk: blue and orange.)
…
This is a more “cartoon-y” sort of basset than your usual ones… quite suitable for that lengthy snout.
The human copy you posted is so narrow… they didn’t even have room for your traffic jam of soldiers and war machines.
And yeah, I know that actor’s nose is long-ish for a human…
But why even try to compete with a basset hound?
…
Anyhow… the last time this production came to town…. I believe I told about reading Cyrano as a child…
It was in fourth grade… the year I discovered that books can break your heart.
And Cyrano was first… the Rosthound play, of course, the one featured in Stel’s poster… not the historical basset figure.
The teacher I had that year liked to encourage my writing…
She sometimes lent me books and poems to read…. including, at one point, a children’s translation of Cyrano de Basset.
Oh my… I felt insulted by a children’s version… hmphff …
till she showed me her copy of the original, which was in French, which I didn’t speak…
and besides, she told me, it was in old French… in tiny print, and a zillion rhyming verses.
OK, fine, kid’s version it is.
(Right… finding an English translation for adults never occurred to me.)
…
She said I’d like it, because the hero wins the lady with his writing.
All I can say is… she must not have re-read it very recently when she said it.
First…Cyrano was not a very likeable fellow, for a hero… a braggart and peacock, it seemed to me.
I did develop some sympathy for his unrequited love… but couldn’t understand his helping his rival… which, as a child, I saw as stupid, rather than self-effacing.
…
Second… Roxanne wasn’t likeable either… manipulative, and spoiled, with frivolous reasons for loving this man or that.
Third…even though I’m sure they left out some characters in the children’s book…the plot was still too convoluted to follow,
what with various overlapping ranks and loyalties of French nobility and soldiers… betrayals and battles included.
…
And lastly… the heartbreak I mentioned. KInd of devastating for a kid to absorb.
Even though I didn’t actually like him… as I said, my sympathy was burgeoning…
when SURE… he “wins” the lady…. as he lies DYING.
…
Thanks ever so much.
The fin de what?? Never mind. I looked it up. Good book report!
Here’s two versions.
From:
The Calvert Party Encyclopedia
Your Complete Guide to Home Entertaining
Compiled and edited by Calvert Distillers Company
(Best guess: 1960)
“Hot Buttered Rum”
2 Oz. Dark Rum
1 Twist Lemon Peel
1Stick Cinnamon
1 or 2 Cloves
Boiling Cider
Butter
Place Rum, lemon peel, cloves
and cinnamon in a pewter
tankard or heavy mug. Fill
with boiling cider. Float pat
of butter on top and stir well.
Notes from me:
A pat of butter is 1 to 1 1/2 teaspoons, you decide.
From:
“The Bartender’s Bible” by Gary Regan
Published by: Harper Collins 1991
Library of Congress Catalog Card Number 91-55104
“HOT BUTTERED RUM”
teaspoon brown sugar
4 ounces boiling water
1 whole clove
2 ounces dark rum
1 teaspoon unsalted butter
1/8 teaspoon grated nutmeg
In an Irish coffee glass, combine the brown sugar with the
boiling water. Stir until the sugar is dissolved. Add the
clove and rum. Float the butter on the top and dust
with the nutmeg.
I think I’d like to see the Peter Dinklage version. It looks good.
The only problem I have with it is that Cyrano de Bergerac, in the book and in other films, is presented as looking and feeling unacceptable to women because of his nose.
That’s why he doesn’t court Roxanne for himself, and what drives the plot.
It’s hard for me to see the handsome and charming Peter Dinklage as feeling that way, or to picture everyone mocking and rejecting him, even if he is rather short.
…
Steve Martin’s “Roxanne”might be good too, if he can keep a bit of a lid on it.
never cared much for steve martin. he remakes all the ‘classics’….
yikes. stel captured one feature of cyrano de basset……… his NOSE!!!
Cyrano de Basset ~ a handsome devil dog! Even his nose looks good (on him).
Good job on the poster, Stel~
From “WuMo” on today’s Gocomics:
A moth walks into a podiatrist’s office.
He says “Doc, I’m not doing so well. My wife, Mrs. Moth is thinking of leaving me, my son Julio Moth hates me, my daughter Cindy Moth is a failure, and my boss Gregory Linovich is an evil person who feeds off my very demise. You see, I work at a factory and I’ve been at the place for 20 plus years. Everyone in my rank has gotten some kind of promotion or recognition besides me. It has been the same never ending hell of a rut for a mere two decades! Two I tell you doc! By god, when I lay down to rest my tired eyes after a long day of welding and clanking, and operating, and steering, and weeping- I not once but twice a night look over to my bedside to find a gun. A gun lying beside me just waiting for me (a lonely man) to finally end the charade to which I keep living on and on- repeating the vicious cycle I call my life. Doc, I am depressed!”
“Well, Jesus!” Says the Podiatrist. It seems like you need some serious help! But I am a podiatrist. What you need is a psychiatrist to help you!”
“Yeah. I know that, doc”. The moth says.
“So what the heII are you doing in here?” The Podiatrist asks.
“Because” the moth exclaims. “Your light was on.”