Magical Motes (Humming and Heaving)

Humming and Heaving from Charles Eadie on Vimeo.

The way I see it, at this point I got nothing to lose.

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“Cinema is a haunted house.”

Puttin’ on a Little Dog, inspired by silent film actress Marie Prevost (1898-1937), is a lovely short video by Charles Eadie.

Features a performance by “Jasper”, a cameo by me (as Prevost), and clips from The Godless Girl (1928). Music from “On an Overgrown Path” by Leoš Janáček.

He plays banjo, too.

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(In the event you’ve been wondering what Brian Beatty‘s been up to lately.)

“Detach from station, and may god’s love be with you”

Tomorrow, Commander Chris Hadfield bids farewell to the International Space Station, meaning we won’t get our usual dose of his tweets and videos sent from space. But he’s signing off with a little David Bowie.

Stabbin’ Cabin: World’s Swept

In the nameless midwest a puppy encounters a force he doesn’t understand.

Music: “Evil Ball” by Sinoia Caves

The Good Soldier of Cinema

Herzog on Ebert:

The good soldier of cinema. I kept calling him that and he kept calling me that. He saw in me a good soldier in cinema. I said you are even more. He was a wounded soldier. He was ill and struggled and was still plowing on relentlessly. And that was completely and utterly admirable and I love him for that.

from the archives: October 26, 2010

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Roger and Me and Lucy.

A day late and a dollar short,

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but that’s me all over.

Image courtesy of @asimone, who tweeted last week that “this feels very Sheila to me.”

“The bees make it,” noted Andrew. He knew I’d dig the bees.

Also, the upright rabbit kind of reminds me of Andrew.

Spring Is Sprung

dear clusterflock

Give me. Your dirty love.

That is all. I love y’all all up.

Perry Como: N’yot N’yow (The Pussycat Song)

With the Fontane Sisters.

I might wear underwear if a facsimile of this record embroidered on sheer nylon was sewn to it.

Don’t believe

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claims that Hello Kitty heals all hurts.

Hello Kitty has no heart.

David Cronenberg @ 70

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David Cronenberg turned seventy today. I love his films. And I love his hair.

David Hudson pays tribute at Fandor.

And if you’re serious, there’s this 90-minute interview on 3sat.

Chiditarod 2013

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Chiditarod is sort of like if you had Halloween in March for grown ups who love fast-moving parades and races and all the joy it takes you to not feel cold with the swirls of snow at your feet. It has become an art form of who can create the most elaborate or inventive float just as much as who can finish first with checkpoints all over local businesses in the Chicago neighborhood of Ukrainian Village. Sometimes, it feels like Chicago has lost so many great musicians, artists, writers to cities like NYC but whenever Chiditarod comes around, it reminds us Chicagoans why it’s great to be home. As the Chiditarod website points out, the date coincides with the Alaskan Iditarod dog sled race but I’ve always preferred shopping carts to sleds and costume lovers to dogs, anyway. And, as if you needed any more of a reason to support adults donning costumes and running through the wind and the cold, proceeds also greatly benefit The Greater Chicago Food Depository.

Favorite floats from this year’s race include “20,000 Leagues Under the Sea,” “The Beatles,” “DeadMau5,” “Ghostbusters,” “Mr. Potato Head,” “Super Mario Bros.,” “Lucky Charms,” “Unicorns,” “Draculas,” and “Happy Birthday!”

Full set of (large-sized) photographs from Chiditarod 2013 can be viewed on Flickr here.

Fast Acting™ Lime

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Say, MGS, it’s funny you mentioned a shovel and a bag of lime. I was just looking over this week’s Theisen’s Farm Supply flyer and noticed that I could buy 5,000 sq. ft. Fast Acting™ lime (reg. $14.99) for only $11.99. They say it “neutralizes dog urine.”

Morions for the Millions

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Morions for the Millions is a Facebook group “dedicated to the reintroduction of the 17th century comb morion helmet as an article of everyday wear.”

I have already learned through a post to this group that a mix of old and new morions may be found within the Militaria offered on eBay, and I am reviewing the options.

Herero People of Namibia

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I could do without the Daily Mail‘s screaming headline (AMAZING African tribe!), as well as the article’s potted Explanation from Anthropological Experts, but the Herero people in Jim Naughton’s National Geographic-style portraits are possessed of a beauty that I found humbling.

Thousands of litres of whisky flushed down drain in Dumbarton

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A statement said: “We are currently investigating an accidental loss on the 26th of February at our Dumbarton site, where some spirit was released to the local water treatment plant.

“There has been no release of spirit to the River Leven or any other local water course. We have informed Scottish Water and all other relevant authorities.”

This is the puppet show to which I wake

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each and every morning.

I did not paint the skeleton, by the way. Nor the lobster.

Tastes like ketchup soda

Michael Grant Smith doesn’t think tomato juice should ever taste fizzy. Experts agree.

Recently, in a storefront laboratory in Chinatown, Piper Kristensen, a bartender and occasional lab assistant who works for the avant-garde bar Booker and Dax in the East Village, studied a SodaStream Penguin. It had arrived fitted with a new feature, a device that was preventing him from carbonating the clear tomato juice he had purified in a centrifuge. He probed the carbonator’s dispensing valve, figured out that its plastic collar had to be raised, and twisted on a rubber band. In short order, he poured a fizzy cocktail of tomato juice, vodka and sugar into elegant cordial glasses.

He handed one to his boss, Dave Arnold, formerly the director of culinary technology at the International Culinary Center as well as an owner of Booker and Dax. Mr. Arnold sipped. “It tastes like ketchup soda,” he said. “Maybe you should go back to the egg cream.”

Mrs. Herschel Parker

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Bain News Service, publisher. Mrs. Herschel Parker. From the Bain Collection, Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division.

Mr. Parker (Herschel Clifford Parker) was a Columbia physics professor and a founding member of the Explorers Club. In the spring of 1911 he married Evelyn Naegele. They honeymooned in Alaska.

Mrs. Herschel Parker last saw Professor Parker in 1919. In 1925 she petitioned a Brooklyn court to grant a divorce, citing abandonment and failure to support.

According to Mrs. Herschel Parker, the professor had said, “I am tired of looking after a wife and family. A man with my genius owes himself to mankind in general and cannot be tied down by family routine.”

Birthday appreciation: Nina Simone

Nina Simone (February 21, 1933 — April 21, 2003). Live in London, 1968. “Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood.”

‘Cause if I’m misunderstood
All my life would have been in vain
And Lord knows I don’t want to come here again
So don’t let me be misunderstood

Give me a clear mind
Give me the words to say what I mean

Don’t let me be misunderstood

Farewell, George “Shadow” Morton

Shadow Morton, a guy you may confuse with Phil Spector, has died. Morton’s NYT obit will set you straight, if that’s the case.

I’m not positive Morton produced the Shangri-Las’ “Out in the Streets” (a Greenwich-Barry tune that I’ve loved for ages), but if he didn’t, close enough as makes no difference. What matters is this Shindig production of the song, which just flat out stunned me when I viewed it tonight for the first time.

Dang me!

So Brian Beatty (y’all know Brian Beatty), he posts on Facebook

Sitting here high, just getting ideas
You’d have to be a big fool to live like I do

(quoting, more or less, Roger Miller)

which he (Brian) says “may be the best country lyrics ever”

so I post a link to a clip of Miller singing a snippet from “Chug-a-Lug”

and my friend Lou, she pipes up and tells how

I was on a plane with him once flying from LAX to Albuquerque. The luggage thingy was chewing up our luggage and he picked up his mangled garment bag and said “Dang.” True story.

and I’m thinking, Dang me, that’s good.

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