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Friday, May 8, 2009

Friday Mieography


Dora Angela Duncan (Isadora) was born in May of 1878 in San Francisco, California. She was the youngest of four children born to Joseph and Dora Duncan. Her father was a poet, and her mother was a pianist, and music teacher. Her father was 30 years senior to her mother. He supported their family by running a lottery, publishing three newspapers, owning an art gallery, directing an auction business, and, owning a bank. (whew!). The bank fell into financial ruin, and he abandoned his family, moving to Los Angeles, where he married, again. Not surprisingly, Isadora ended up not believing in marriage. She and her mother and siblings moved to Oakland. Isadora went to school, briefly, but, related to her "individuality", she soon dropped out. She and her sister gave dance classes to local children to earn money. She eventually joined a theater company in New York, but quickly became disillusioned with it, and moved to Europe. She started in London, then moved on to Paris, and was successful within two years.

     In Paris, she rented two large apartments, and used the first floor as her dance school. She dressed herself in clinging scarves, and faux Grecian tunics, and danced barefooted. Her primitive dancing style was much different than the rigid styles of her time. She rejected traditional ballet, leaning more towards improvisation, emotion, and the human form. She thought classical ballet was "against nature". She became very famous, and inspired many other crafters of her time to create poetry, novels, even jewelry.
     In 1922 she found it in her to move to Moscow. She did not last long there, because the "new" Russian government did not fulfill its promises to her to support her work. The country was too spartan for her, and she headed back West within two years. 
    She did not like the commercial aspects of public performances, such as touring,  and   negotiating contracts.  She concentrated more on education, and founded three schools dedicated to teaching her methods, all in Europe. The most famous one was in Germany, and the students were titled as "Isadorables". Her sister, Elisabeth, ended up taking over that school.
     In her personal life, she flouted the traditional ideas of morality. She did actually marry once, a Russian poet whom was eighteen years her junior. He, unfortunately, was frequently in a drunken rage, which gained her much negative publicity. He left her within a year of their marriage, went to Moscow, had a mental breakdown, was committed, and, eventually, committed suicide.
     She bore two children out of Wedlock, Deirdre and Patrick, to two different fathers. Sadly, they both were drowned in an accident with their nanny on the Seine River. They had been riding in a car that went over an embankment. She spent much time in Italy recovering from this.
     In 1923, she did a tour of the United States, where she raved a red scarf, and bared her breast on the stage, proclaiming "This is red, and so am I!" She also came out as a bisexual.
    Her career dwindled, and she became notorious for her financial woes, scandalous love life, and her public drunkenness.  She also published a few autobiographies.
     Her fondness for long, flowing scarves led to her demise. She was 50 years old, wearing a hand painted silk scarf given to her as a gift from a Russian born artist, Roman Chatov. She was a passenger in a Bugatti, and her last words as she was getting into the car were "Adieu, mes amis. Je vais a l'amour" (Goodbye, my friends, I am off to love!") When the driver drove off, the scarf, which was large enough to to be wrapped around her body, and neck, and still hang out of the car, got wrapped into one of the open spoked wheels, and rear axle. At the least, it broke her neck.
     Her ashes were buried next to those of her children in the Pere Lachaise Cemetary in France. 

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Thursday 13

This weeks 13 was inspired by our trip to the store last night to pick Mother's Day cards. It has nothing to do with Mother's Day, however.


13 disgusting things I've seen in the grocery store.... follow the links at your own peril...

1. Microwave Pork Rinds. The poor young man who was working at the counter told us that these were so bad, that when they got a new delivery the "low man on the totem pole" (him, unfortunately) had to unpack them....

2. Pickled pigs feet my Grandfather used to eat these, thank goodness, not when I was around....

3. Coffee foam admittedly not disgusting, but stupid that someone would actually buy foam for their coffee....

4. Tofu Pups now most hot dogs are bad enough. But Tofu pups?...

5. Seaweed Candy how can they call this candy? Evil people

6. Tequila Pop with the worm because THIS is what you want your kids to have, right?

7. Tripe. Just. eeew

8. Canned Haggis I have blogged about this, as well....

9. Fish Assholes No really- go look! I coudn't believe it, either!

10. Kimchi. yep, a cabbage thang. Ick

11. Anchovies I don't like these on ANYTHING

there is nothing cheese about this. Gross...

13 Kopi Luwak coffee.  MM has seen this one, not I. Thankfully

for other participants, as usual, go here

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Wordless Wednesday

 Introducing..... Gnome Be Gone.......

we love him.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Rainy Tuesday and a birthday wish

still rainy here, should be until Thursday or so. Which kind of sucks because I have some painting to finish in our bathrooms, and it will take forever to dry in this weather.
I had a good direction to go here, but MM is IM'ing me with these various You-Tube things, including, "Gangsta Folk", and some Undignified Way's to die. This includes teasing a Scot wearing a kilt, slapping the head of a bald sailor, approaching a helicopter on stilts, renting a basement apartment in Venice. Among other, silly things. 
So this blogpost just kind of went sideways, didn't it.
Mooning some cannibals who haven't been fed. Nice. 
So, rain.
I don't mind it. Love the sound of it, whether it is gently falling, or if its a "gullywasher", which we've had plenty of in the last few days. I like it even better when we don't have to go out in it. 
Oh, look, its Cinco de Mayo. The 5th of May. SOMEONE I know is having a birthday. He doesn't read my blog, but certain relatives of his do, including, at times, MM. So happy birthday to MM's big brother. Last year we went to Arrid Zone-Ah! for the big event, and had a blast, looking at the ass floating in the pool, drinking tequila shots, and giving the birthday boy a big can of Nacho cheese from Costco wrapped in a Baja Fresh bag. Good times...... despite the heat. 
It seems I am easily distracted today, doesn't it? Hmmm, have to go try and get my focus back. Maybe.
Happy Tuesday all!
 

Monday, May 4, 2009

The story of Willow

We have some friends, who have four children. 3 boys, with the age range of 17-12, and then, surprise! They had a girl. She is now 5. We'll call her Willow.

Willow and I first met on Halloween a few years ago. I met her first, though I didn't know it. MM was at my apartment for Halloween, and his friends and their children were due to be trick or treating at my domicile. So, I opened the door, and was not surprised to see Mrs. Clancy, and their kids. And they needed to use the restroom. So I let them in, and as they passed through, I counted one extra child. A little black cat. Hmm. I thought. She must know Mrs. Clancy...
I go back to the kitchen to say a few things to MM, when there is a loud knock on the door. Must be a hungry teenager I think as I go back to the door, candy in hand. Instead of the hungry teenager, I looking at a man with a kind of wild look in his eye.
Do you have my daughter? He demands to know. My mind immediately bounces to the little black cat that ambled in with Mrs. Clancy, and I am horrified. Did a complete stranger, a little girl, just follow them in, to go with the flow? Did I accidentally kidnap a child here?
Just then, MM says from the kitchen 
"She's in the bathroom with Mrs. Clancy, Kilt" (yes I changed his name to kilt. sue me.). Visible relaxation occured when he heard MM's voice. As their youngest child, and only daughter, Willow is the apple of Kilt's eye. As Mrs. Kilt likes to say "I have three boys, and he has a daughter."
As the years have gone by, Willow has gotten older. She dances now, and we got to attend one of her dance recitals this weekend "Broadway in the Foothills". The kids did a pretty respectable version of "Annie Get Your Gun" (with the exception, that, at one point, the kids were dancing to the hip hop sampled version of "Rhinestone Cowboy". My brain seized during that, I think). Willow looked adorable in her cowgirl outfit, and danced so well that she got TWO My Pretty Ponies when the recital was over.
The second half of the recital was "The Wizard of Oz". Now, one would think that it is a reasonably safe bet. But I am still confused by this version, which was attempting to be a combination of The Wiz, The Wizard of Oz, and Wicked. Confused? Me too. Add to it, because whomever wrote the script also decided to toss in Global Warming, just to make it fun. Thats right, they were asking the wizard to fix Global Warming.
My brain seized again. And so did MM's, I am pretty sure.
He did remain astute enough to appreciate the "Solid Emerald Dancers", though....

Friday, May 1, 2009

my new wordle

Wordle: what its like to be Mie

Sorry

No Mieography today. I was unexpectedly tossed from the house this morning so that the floors could get TOTALLY finished, and that man out of my hair. Its all good, it's worth it. I am at Celtic Rose's house, and we are going to work on our story... maybe... if I can stay awake....