This would have gone up earlier, but it has been a heck of a day around here—you name it, it has probably happened! Second Mondays are never my favourite. But TCM has the cure tonight: A terrific lineup of mobster films for our enjoyment! Right now, they’re screening 1931′s The Public Enemy, starring James Cagney, Edward Woods, and Jean Harlow; it’s followed up with 1949′s stupendous and famous White Heat (another Cagney vehicle, though this time his moll is played by Virginia Mayo) at 8PM Eastern.
My husband chuckled when I excitedly told him about the night’s lineup, noting that “nothing says Christmas like Public Enemy and White Heat“, but he’s also sitting beside me watching the films, so there you go!
There’s also Cagney, Bogey, and Priscilla Lane in The Roaring Twenties (1939, 10PM), Glenn Ford and Gloria Grahame in The Big Heat (1953, 12AM), Bogey, Bacall, Edward G. Robinson and Lionel Barrymore sparring off in Key Largo (1948, 2AM), and Bette Davis melting over Leslie Howard under the heartless eye of Bogey within a stone’s throw of The Petrified Forest (1936, 4AM). These are worth staying up all night for!
Also note that tomorrow night also marks the start of Fred Astaire’s reign as Star Of The Month at TCM, beginning with 1933′s Flying Down To Rio. Tune in!
I certainly would not mind finding one of these in the driveway on Christmas morning—but then, who wouldn’t?
(Hey, a girl can dream—and save her pennies!)
An intentionally bad manipulation featuring one of the pets and entirely for the sake of plain old fun has become a minor holiday season tradition ’round here.
Happy Thanksgiving! And please, as you celebrate, keep our men and women in uniform as well as their families, so often parted this time of year, on your heart and mind.
Here in the States, it is the evening before Thanksgiving. People from sea to shining sea are baking and cooking up a storm in preparation for tomorrow’s feasts—and I dare say (after a minor fluttering about whether or not I was preparing enough dishes to our own) people are gearing up for the month of what can only be termed “holiday insanity” that kicks into high gear.
My temporary self-doubt reminded me of the realization that struck me earlier this month: I was dreading the coming of the Christmas season because of what it has become, and that alone told me I was myself missing the point of it—and due to my health, my levels of holiday-related activity are forced to be lower than most people’s. If I was already fighting anxiousness, how does everyone else feel?
There are countless anti-Christmas madness screeds out there, and my adding to them is unnecessary. I simply want to remind you that this is supposed to be a season of joy, not panic, not overspending, not hyper-scheduled madness. It can be difficult to resist the tide, but if there’s no time, no moment of peace to reflect upon what we are celebrating, there’s no point to it at all—it’s emptiness. Continue reading
A fellow photographer noted that this growth on a discarded (read: ready for use in the garden) poplar branch looked like lace agate, and it really does. Little glimpses of beauty such as this are all around; we need only seek them out.
None of that for me today, though. Continue reading