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  • mistermuse 12:00 am on January 31, 2020 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Badkward Day, , , January, , palindromes, , winter,   

    TODAY IS BACKWARD DAY (aka YAD DRAWKCAB) 

    31 January >> ?know you don’t >> DAY BACKWARD is >> say sources so

    Not so fast! If you backward the numbers, today is only 13 January….which means that we’re not even halfway though the month yet. Who wants that many more winter days on top of the 29 — make that 92 — days of February (this being leap year) and 81 days of March (winter officially ends 18 March). So screw backwards!

    Of course, if you live below the equator, there’s the added downside of being upside down on top of being backward (no offense intended). But at least it’s summer down below, so you’re not freezing your backside off. Where I live, it’s so cold, I have to leave my refrigerator door open to warm up my igloo.

    Speaking of cold, have you heard the one about the mama who got the blues she can’t lose due to her feet being colder than frozen meat ‘neath an ice-cold sheet in a bed missing papa’s heat?

    Back to YAD DRAWCAB: DO GEESE SEE GOD? Whether they do or don’t, the question reads the same spelled forward and backward. This is known as a PALINDROME (which isn’t a palindrome because it’s EMORDNILAP spelled backward). However, in Alaska, they call it a SARAHPALINDROME (which is EMPTYHEADED spelled in any direction).

    Assuming you can stand more (if not, remain seated):

    Looking back on Backward Day, it dawns on me not to leave this day behind without a backward song to turn backward to when it would be a drawback not to turn backward:

    In closing, I hope today isn’t your birthday, because I wouldn’t like to think you’re a backward baby — but just in case you are, in addition to wishing you a Happy Birthday, I wish you a….

    !YAD DRAWKCAB YPPAH

     

     

     
    • The Whitechapel Whelk 1:17 am on January 31, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I can see you’ve heard about Brexit.

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    • masercot 5:29 am on January 31, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      I enjoyed you post from end to beginning…

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      • mistermuse 9:12 am on January 31, 2020 Permalink | Reply

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        • masercot 9:22 am on January 31, 2020 Permalink

          That’s funny. I was listening to the Andrews Sisters and you had to pull the modern music out on me…

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        • mistermuse 12:38 pm on January 31, 2020 Permalink

          Sinatra recorded that song as vocalist with the Tommy Dorsey Orchestra in March 1940, when the Andrews Sisters were at the peak of their popularity and Frank was just becoming the idol of the bobbysoxers. Not exactly the “modern” Frank most people remember today, which is just as well, because I think his mature voice and style beat the way he sang this (and other early-in-his-career songs) any day.

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        • masercot 2:58 pm on January 31, 2020 Permalink

          Ouch! That’ll leave a mark…

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        • mistermuse 3:15 pm on January 31, 2020 Permalink

          No “mark” on you intended. The Swing era (mid 1930s-mid 1940s) just happens to be the musical era I was born in and am most familiar with.

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        • masercot 4:21 pm on January 31, 2020 Permalink

          The music and movies from the forties are great. I’m a big Myrna Loy fan… and, Ella of course…

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    • calmkate 5:45 am on January 31, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      lol great one, that Palindrome one really made me laugh loudly … and hey don’t rubbish us for standing on our heads! The skirt creates a breeze that way 🙂
      oooh for impeachment, what is the hold up …

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      • mistermuse 9:22 am on January 31, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Far be it from me to knock a lady’s breezeway, Kate, but standing on one’s head would rub me the wrong way ’cause I don’t have any hair on top for a cushion. 😉

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        • calmkate 4:44 pm on January 31, 2020 Permalink

          I think your head might be large enough to withstand the trauma 🙂

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        • mistermuse 5:14 pm on January 31, 2020 Permalink

          That reminds me of a song (written by a guy from the same city as I) which describes my head perfectly:

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    • Ashley 8:09 am on January 31, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      According to the Celtic calendar today is the last day of winter! Tomorrow is the beginning of spring. You’re a bit behind things aren’t you?

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      • mistermuse 11:42 am on January 31, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Looking out the window as I write this comment, I see it’s snowing outside, so I hope the Celtic calendar is right, Ashley.

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    • Rivergirl 9:22 am on January 31, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Do geese see God?
      The more important question… is God a goose?

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      • mistermuse 11:48 am on January 31, 2020 Permalink | Reply

        Could be, R g. I’m pretty sure God’s not a chick or a duckling, because I’ve never heard a peep out of Her.

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    • magickmermaid 2:48 pm on January 31, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Tsop Nuf !

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    • Elizabeth 4:02 pm on January 31, 2020 Permalink | Reply

      Especially fond of “not now won ton.” Thanks for the laugh.

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  • mistermuse 12:01 am on January 31, 2019 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , homelessness, , , regret, , turning points, winter   

    READ MY LIPS POEM 

    Here in the American Midwest, waking up to sub-zero lows the past few mornings reminded me of a poem I wrote one January more than two dozen frozen winters ago, titled WINTERDREAM….so I dug the poem out of cold storage, blew the snow (or was it dust?) off it, and re-read it for the first time in some time. As I did, it dawned on me that, although published before (both in paper journals and online), perhaps it could stand one more exposure. Then, near poem’s end, I re-came upon the word “lips”….and that settled it (reference the last two sentences of my last post, LIPS SERVICE). Here, then, one last time, is….

    WINTERDREAM

    Suppose a homeless man
    found a tattered hat,
    abandoned, like himself,
    to the elements….
    and in that tattered hat,
    tucked inside the band,
    a winning lottery ticket
    could transform his life;

    but first, he must see it –
    and then, seeing it,
    not toss it to the wind,
    as life had tossed him.
    Let us further suppose
    the deadline to claim
    its prize came at midnight
    of that very day.

    That night, in winter’s turn,
    the man had a dream
    that he could live his life
    starting all over again,
    knowing as much at birth
    as he knew this moment,
    so that all the choices
    and hidden chances
    of wasted turning points
    lay exhumed ahead….

    but the thought made him
    cringe: regret was a fire
    that gave pain without heat.
    He awoke in cold sweat
    to the taste of blown snow
    on the cracks of his lips,
    and pulled down the brim
    of yesterday’s fortune.
    What luck to have found
    a buffer against fate.

     

     

     
  • mistermuse 3:49 pm on January 2, 2018 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , winter   

    WINTERDREAM 

    A homeless man in his 50s was found frozen to death the morning after Christmas at a downtown bus stop in the city I call home….though it might have been any city on earth where cold weather reigns this time of year.  Local homeless advocates said he was known to them: a drug addict who recently relapsed after staying clean for several months.

    The homeless here have no ‘home’ in which to stay (homeless shelters are open only overnight, not all day), but each one has a name, a face, and (no doubt at some point in his or her life) a dream. The frozen man’s name was Ken Martin. His face was invisible. His dream? Perhaps it was something along the lines of this poem I wrote years ago:

    WINTERDREAM

    Suppose a homeless man came upon
    what survived of a tattered old jacket,
    abandoned, like himself,
    to the elements….
    and in that tattered garment,
    crumpled up inside a pocket,
    a winning lottery ticket
    might transform his existence.

    But first, that paper future must be
    found, and then, having been found,
    not tossed like litter to the gutter,
    unopened and unexamined.
    Let us further suppose
    the deadline to claim its prize
    was coming at midnight
    of that very day.

    That night, in winter’s turn,
    the man had a dream
    that he could live his life
    all over again,
    knowing in his lost youth
    what he knew now
    so that all the choices
    and hidden chances
    of wasted turning points
    again lay open before him.

    But the thought made him cringe
    — regret was a fire
    that gave pain without heat.
    He awoke in cold sweat
    to the taste of snow
    on the cracks of his lips,
    pulling tight the collar
    of today’s good fortune.
    What luck to have found
    a buffer against fate.

     

     

     

     
    • Carmen 4:50 pm on January 2, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      A person has to really wonder about their chances not taken, eh? We’ve just been adversely affected by a death of a homeless relative. He had been living on the streets for five years, with no apparent direction to his life or want to do anything constructive, it seemed. Only 25 years old and had many opportunities but didn’t act on them.
      So terribly sad.

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      • mistermuse 5:15 pm on January 2, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        Sad indeed, Carmen. Please accept my condolences on the loss of your homeless relative.

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    • Lavinia Ross 7:28 pm on January 2, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      I am sorry for the loss of this man’s life, and all his missed opportunities, hopes and dreams. May he rest in peace.

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      • mistermuse 7:45 pm on January 2, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        Freezing to death on the street of a downtown city should never happen in a civilized country. Thanks for your comment.

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    • arekhill1 8:34 pm on January 2, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Nicely penned, Sr. Muse.

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    • mistermuse 11:34 pm on January 2, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks, Ricardo. I thought the poem was pretty good when I wrote it years ago, but now I think perhaps I overdid the pathos and should stick to humor. Decisions, decisions….

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    • D. Wallace Peach 11:37 pm on January 2, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Beautiful poem and so moving. All those what if’s and the fear and pain and regrets and choices and lack of choices. There is no reason for anyone to be so alone and left out in the cold in this country.

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    • Garfield Hug 12:39 am on January 3, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Really sad! Nice share and I do empathize with the homeless.

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      • mistermuse 9:26 am on January 3, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        Thanks. I’m sure you would never leave Garfield out in the cold (and vice versa). 🙂

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        • Garfield Hug 9:30 am on January 3, 2018 Permalink

          Lol! No way…when the aircon is too cold for me, Garfield gets to wear a jumper suit too😊

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        • Carmen 9:55 am on January 3, 2018 Permalink

          Which reminds me, mistermuse – I hope you’re bringing your brass monkeys in on cold nights! 😉

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    • mistermuse 11:44 am on January 3, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Carmen, I’ll thank you to leave my brass monkeys out of this. 🙂

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    • Don Frankel 2:21 pm on January 4, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Right now we are under the maelstrom of a Bomb Cyclone. In this extreme weather they send out the police to pick up the homeless. The rest of the time… nothing. What’s the difference?

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    • mistermuse 6:53 pm on January 4, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Beats the heck out of me, Don. Cities somehow usually manage to come up with the money for their pet projects. Too bad the homeless aren’t pets — they’d probably have a better chance of being taken care of.

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    • Don Frankel 7:00 pm on January 4, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Muse I think you’re onto something. if I remember this correctly I think it was Noel Coward who speaking about the Holocaust said it if were six million dogs no one would have stood for it.

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    • moorezart 10:43 am on January 5, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Reblogged this on From 1 Blogger 2 Another.

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      • mistermuse 4:45 pm on January 5, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        Thank you once again, moorezart. May all your winterdreams be happy ones.

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        • moorezart 9:02 pm on January 5, 2018 Permalink

          This very same thing recently happened in Portland Oregon. Fresh on my mind. Your poem was powerful. And… you’re welcome!

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    • Cheryl Wright 4:02 pm on January 23, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Stories like this really sadden me. People take so much for granted and often look down on those who are homeless. We never know what life has in store for us and many of us may be a few bad circumstances away from being homeless as well. Great poem!

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      • mistermuse 4:42 pm on January 23, 2018 Permalink | Reply

        Thank you, Cheryl. Your comment reminds me of the old phrase “There but for the grace of God go I.” However, many persons in positions of power and/or wealth apparently lack the empathy to picture themselves in the other guy’s shoes (assuming the other guy has shoes).

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    • mentalnotes1 12:11 am on January 31, 2019 Permalink | Reply

      — regret was a fire
      that gave pain without heat.

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  • mistermuse 12:00 am on November 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , covered bridge, , , Maxwell Anderson, Never In A Million Years, , Once upon a time, , , winter   

    HAIKU AUTUMN \ AFTERWORDS 

    SHORTFALL

    The days early down….
    winter nears by degrees….no
    wonder….November

    • * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

    BELITTLE SHORT DAYS? NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS

    Oh the days dwindle down/To a precious few…./September…./November….
    And these few precious days/I’ll spend with you/These precious days/I’ll spend with
    you
    –Maxwell Anderson, lyricist

    ….and they lived….happily ever after….once upon a time….once in every lifetime….

    bridge-of-dreams-near-danville-oh

     

     

     

     

     

     
    • scifihammy 4:21 am on November 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Not heard this song before – nice one 🙂
      And a very interesting bridge photo 🙂

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    • mistermuse 5:20 am on November 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      The sign on the bridge says “Bridge of Dreams” — here is how it came by that name:

      https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bridge_of_Dreams

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    • Cynthia Jobin 10:30 am on November 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I really enjoyed the subtleties in your haiku. In fact, everything about this post is a delight, in a wistful sort of way….Alice Faye, of course, and then the tendency of a bridge of dreams to become a bridge of sighs….

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      • mistermuse 11:23 am on November 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        Thank you, Cynthia — I can think of no more appropriate choice of words than “subtleties” and “wistful”….and “bridge of sighs” reminds me of a wonderful film titled A LITTLE ROMANCE in which the Bridge of Sighs in Venice plays a vital role. Here’s the trailer for the film:

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    • Cynthia Jobin 11:30 am on November 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Sometimes “a little romance is everything”…..indeed.

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    • D. Wallace Peach 1:31 pm on November 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      A beautiful post. Very serene. 🙂

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    • Mark Scheel 1:37 pm on November 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Lately, having succumbed to a severe bout of the flu, I’ve been contemplating death. The song “The Autumn Leaves” keeps running through my head and I hear the implications in a much different way now. Your haiku reinforces that. Have you ever toured, really, the bridges of Madison County? Anyway, all covered bridges are special and beautiful.

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      • mistermuse 3:46 pm on November 5, 2016 Permalink | Reply

        I have indeed toured the bridges of Madison County — long ago, before the book and movie even came out (if I recall correctly). I especially remember a man on a rainy Iowa morning going out of his way to get in his pickup truck and lead us to one of the bridges when I asked for directions. Friendly folks, those Iowans!
        And, Mark, while we may not agree on politics, we certainly agree that “all covered bridges are special and beautiful” — I should know: I’ve photographed over 500 of them in the U.S., Canada and Europe.

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    • Don Frankel 8:09 am on November 6, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      It used to seem like a long long time from May to December but not so much now.

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    • mistermuse 9:55 am on November 6, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Don, “That long long time” (May to December) has been replaced by the time from the Democratic & Republican primaries to election day — and now, given the intransigent animosity that has developed, it looks like it won’t even end on election day, no matter who wins.

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    • Don Frankel 6:40 pm on November 6, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Muse, my theory is everyone should vote on July 4. Because I think that most everyone makes their minds up during the Primary process and the rest is all show biz.

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    • mistermuse 7:15 pm on November 6, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Good idea, Don. Not only would voting on Independence Day free us from four more months of insufferable political posturing, but it would give the winner four extra months to put together the best possible administration and time to try to work on mending fences with the opposition (if such a thing is possible).

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    • inesephoto 5:42 pm on November 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Love your ‘no wonder November’!

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    • mistermuse 8:01 pm on November 15, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Thank you. I don’t write many haikus — probably because I struck gold with that one and haven’t had such luck since!

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  • mistermuse 12:01 am on December 20, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: chance, , , , , , social issues, , winter   

    WINTERDREAM 

    Suppose a homeless man found
    what survived of a tattered old jacket,
    abandoned, like himself, to the elements
    ….and, in that tattered garment,
    crumpled inside a pocket, a winning
    lottery ticket could transform his life.

    But, first he must find it, and then,
    having found it, not toss it aside to be
    blown wherever discarded debris blows.
    Let us further suppose
    the deadline to claim its prize
    came at midnight of that very day.

    Late that night, in winter’s turn,
    he dreamed a new-day dream
    that he could live his life over again,
    knowing as much in his youth as
    he knew now, so that all the choices
    and hidden chances of wasted
    turning points lay exhumed ahead.

    But the thought made him cringe; regret
    was a fire that gave pain without heat.
    He awoke in cold sweat to the taste
    of snow on the cracks of his lips
    and pulled tight around his neck
    the collar of yesterday’s fortune.
    What luck to have found
    a buffer against fate.

     

     

     

     
    • mistermuse 12:04 am on December 20, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      In the spirit of the not-merry-for-everyone season, I have given this previously published poem a new life here, almost 25 years after I first wrote it.

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    • RMW 12:20 pm on December 20, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      This started me thinking, would I rather find that lottery ticket (I do buy them from time to time) or be able to start over again with today’s knowledge (something I have to admit appeals to me). But in the end, rather than sitting around wondering about either, I am grateful to be where I am with what I have compared to so many other people. Thank you for sharing this lovely poem.

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    • mistermuse 2:54 pm on December 20, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I can’t think of a better attitude to have, RMW. What’s done is done – still, I can’t help but question the depth of people of middle age & older who say they have no regrets in life. I find it hard to believe that anyone goes through life without having hurt someone, either by words or deed. This tells me that the “no regret-er” is either a surface person or an “it’s all about me” person to whom others are mere bit players in the movie of his/her life. Lacking such regret, it seems to me, the “no-regret-er” hasn’t earned the right to say “What’s done is done.”

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    • Don Frankel 6:21 pm on December 20, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Ah Muse a lot of money only gets me in trouble. And, regrets… “I’ve had a few but then again too few to mention.” Do it all over again? Wouldn’t that be Deja Vu all over again?

      “regret was a fire that gave pain without heat” Great line.

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    • mistermuse 9:03 pm on December 20, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Don, there IS one thing (love) about which one need have no regrets:

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    • Resa 4:52 pm on December 21, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Pretty great!

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    • arekhill1 3:17 pm on December 23, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Having regrets does come with the territory. Not dwelling on them has to as well.

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    • mistermuse 9:31 pm on December 23, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Robert Frost pretty much said as much: “In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”

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  • mistermuse 11:49 am on January 7, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , winter   

    BABY, IT’S COLD OUTSIDE! 

    I don’t know what the weather’s like where you are, but where I am, there was snow yesterday, today’s wind chill is below zero, and tomorrow morning’s predicted low temperature is minus-five degrees….but do I mind?

    SNOW JOB

    Take this job
    and shovel it!

    NORTHERN EXPOSURE

    Around here, when you say
    “Have a nice day” —
    You won’t seem a fool….
    Believe me, it’s cool.

     
    • arekhill1 12:32 pm on January 7, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Spring is here in San Diego. We suffered through a chilly week where the daytime temperatures barely rose above 60, but we’ve left that burst of Arctic air behind us, and today will be in the mid 70’s. Yeah, we just watch the Weather Channel to gloat. Have a nice day.

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      • mistermuse 4:26 pm on January 7, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        I knew when I was writing this post, that I was setting myself up for some sub-topical – er, sub-TROPICAL — gloating, but that’s OK. Come spring, I’ll be enjoying mid-70s temps, and….so, still, will you. WAH! Life ain’t fair!

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    • scifihammy 12:42 pm on January 7, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Sorry, it’s 30C here today, but it is mid-summer! Spring can’t be too far away? Someone has just posted the first snowdrops 🙂

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      • mistermuse 4:46 pm on January 7, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        That’s 86 degrees Fahrenheit, for those who have to look up the conversion of C into F (like me). I hope your power grid has been holding up down there in Cape Town, scifihammy. As I recall, you were having problems.

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        • scifihammy 1:12 am on January 8, 2015 Permalink

          haha Funny you should mention that! We have been promised lots more power cuts this month, while they get the new power station up and running. Can’t wait! 😉

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    • Michaeline Montezinos 1:39 pm on January 7, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I noticed that the Artic air has hit the Ohio Valley according to the Weather Channel with snow for your area, mistermuse. Then the Clipper will stop that and again the high winds and below freezing temperatures. Be glad you don’t live in the mitten of lower Michigan. My family near Lake Michigan will experience the lake effect snow bombarment with even lower temps. Detroit will have the usual icy, snowy weather. It will be like living in a freezer. Yet they will go to work and school like we always did while living there. Hang in there, Muse by your gloved fingertips.

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      • mistermuse 4:51 pm on January 7, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        Michaeline, it’s hard to type this with glo ves no, btu im’ ha-ing in thar.

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    • ladysighs 3:41 pm on January 7, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I’m at my computer
      At my posting post
      Sitting on a heat pad
      Feeling just like toast 🙂

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    • mistermuse 5:01 pm on January 7, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I’m also sitting on a heat pad – my rear end – but unfortunately, there’s too much pad and not enough heat. I thought about getting an electric chair, but I got cold feet.

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    • Don Frankel 5:35 pm on January 7, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      I’m sitting on my back massage machine that comes complete with a heating pad. I’m staying inside as it’s 7 degrees out there and I don’t care what’s implied, it’s better than getting “pneumonia and died”.

      Stay warm Muse.

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    • mistermuse 8:19 pm on January 7, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      You do the same, Don….and, if you’re trying to recall where you may have heard the title of this post:

      http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FTNheCEUP_A

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      • Michaeline Montezinos 6:13 am on January 9, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        I checked the youtube connection and was delighted to hear Margaret Whiting sing the song, Baby It’s Cold Outside. Then I listened to Lady Gaga and Joseph Gordon Levitt sing the song as a duet from her Christmas show on television several years ago. Thank you, mistermuse, for this musical journey down memory lane. 🙂

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    • mistermuse 2:22 pm on January 9, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      You’re welcome. Among the versions I’ve heard, I’m partial to the Margaret Whiting/Johnny Mercer duo (especially the Mercer half), but I haven’t heard the Gaga/Levitt duet. I’ll have to give it a listen when I have time.

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      • Michaeline Montezinos 8:30 pm on January 9, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        I like Lady Gaga. She may have worn outlandish outfits when she attended award shows in the past. But this was to attract attention. The duet is nice but she and Levitt were also acting out the lyrical part and doing a bit of a dance. So her vocalization is a bit too low at times. She reminds me of onewho is a mezzo alto. However, other parts of her old Christmas show were delightful.When she sang aduet with Tony Bennett, her voice was so pure and sweet Her renditions of clasic songs almost made me cry.

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    • mistermuse 8:41 am on January 10, 2015 Permalink | Reply

      Listened to (& watched) the Gaga/Levitt clip – pretty good, especially for contemporary singers doing an old song. I must admit she’s a talented vocalist.

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      • Michaeline Montezinos 11:41 am on January 10, 2015 Permalink | Reply

        mistermuse, when you have a few moments, I suggest you listen to the videos from her Christmas show. I did see that they were on the “Utube” list. She sang one of her finest vocal renditions on that show. Lady Gaga can compose and sing her own music. Of course, some of the contemporary music appeals to a younger audience with its hip hop beat. I don’t like most rap songs but the hip hop ones are good when I exercise.

        Gaga was close to her grandfather who played in an orchestra most of his life. He encouraged her to use her talent. She seems to enjoy singing his classic and jazzy blue songs. The duet with Tony Bennett is so enjoyable as she can blend in with her range of harmonious tones.

        Obviously I am a fan of Lady Gaga. A Detroit girl who grew up with a long, lovely name. She listened to various kinds of music that I enjoyed, too. The Motown sound; the jazzy blues and soul music; the rock and roll these genres developed into and the beautiful renderings of the Detroit Symphony Orchestra.

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