Posted in Word of the Day....Thelmese Fictionary

Today’s Word…flippant

Flippant — [noun; Thelmese] a child’s game with a pair of plastic blue jeans with suspenders and a set of tiddlywink-type plastic ants to flip into the pants; also known as the Ants in the Pants game. (Does anyone remember tiddlywinks, by the way?)
Flippant — [noun; Thelmese] a parent’s sister who is also an acrobat

Posted in Motorcycles, Monkeys, Mischief, and My Life

Theatre stories…a starter set

Backstage, onstage, from the bridge…stories from the theatre days abound!

Following are some of my favorite memories.

During a production of A Streetcar Named Desire, the actress playing Blanche Dubois breaks a bottle during a scuffle. The bottle is, of course, supposed to be a “sugar” bottle which is designed to break without injury. Unfortunately, during one performance, the bottle somehow turned out to be real glass. Breaking it resulted in severe slices in Blanche’s wrist. Because “the show must go on”, the actress reblocked herself with dramatic gestures in which she would fling that arm (fortunately covered by a bell-sleeve dressing gown) off stage through various openings in the set. At each of these opportunities, the props crew continued throughout the show to add layers of bandages to the bleeding arm. After the final curtain fell, the actress zoomed to the ER for stitches. What a trooper!! It was an impressive “save” to observe from the sound bridge.

Speaking of the bridge, a memorable learning experience for yours truly occurred during Crimes of the Heart, my first show ever working lights. Back in the old days, prior to the high tech equipment used now, the lightboard consisted of panel with two sets of controls so that lighting for two different scenes could be set. Then the lights person would cross-fade from one scene to the next by moving a lever (and then proceed to set the following scene on the dormant board). I got distracted by spotting a friend in the audience during one performance (distraction not being a good thing when you are operating equipment that affects the technical aspects of a play). The first act ended at night, and the second act took place in the morning. When I pulled the lever to bring up Act 2, lo and behold — still night!! Oops!! The stage manager panicked, of course, and insisted I cross-fade the lights. Because I had been a good student when tutored on setting the lights, I was able to point out to the stage manager that cross-fading would only bring back the “curtain warmer” from intermission so that the scene would be lit at knee-level for the actors. I assured him the sun would rise and proceeded to bring up the lights slowly so that dawn could occur as the performers went through the scene. Whew!! Crisis averted, and a huge thank-you to the technician who ensured that I knew how the equipment actually worked.

My favorite bridge memory involved another sound crew stint during a wonderful historical drama, The Last of Mrs. Lincoln. Well, it was wonderful the first couple of weeks, anyway. It was a five-week run and a three-act play. Shall we say……long. And there was only preshow and intermission music to worry about. So lo o o ts of downtime. Sound, in those “olden” days was on a reel-reel tape recorder; but there was also an 8-track tape deck which included settings such as crickets, birds chirping, thunder, rain, and toilet flush. By the third week of the run I was struggling — STRUGGLING — to restrain myself, every time an actor walked off-stage, from pushing “toilet flush”.

Posted in A View from the Soapbox, Journeys into Weirdness....

Paranoia: Questions that hurt my brain…

Have these trends not bothered anyone else?
Reliance on Artificial Intelligence? The fact that Siri, Alexa, computers, and cell phones control our lives? (We think they are doing us a favor! Hah! Are they grooming us for a takeover? Think “2001: A Space Oddysey” and HAL.)
The fact that grocery stores and restaurants (even McDs) have, for awhile now — PRE-virus — been marketing curbside pickup and phone-ahead grocery shopping? Why would this suddenly become a “thing”? And, gosh!! Now we seem to need it!!
Genetically modified seed (GMO), seed that (for the ostensible purpose of food safe from varmints, thus more productive) cannot reproduce itself like seed in nature is programmed to do? So, if the GMO seed is used up, how does new food grow? (I may need to do more research on this, but….)
Encouragement for people to work from home? This one has been in the works for a couple of decades now. But, lo and behold, we have been largely set up to be able to do that. “The cloud” lets us work from anywhere.
Home schooling? Also in the works for quite awhile. (Started off with “distance learning”.) Handy now, eh?
Attempts to get people to rely on mass transportation? Energy issues, crowding issues, etc. But now the people who rely on mass transportation — guess what?! — cannot use it for fear of contagion.
Jobs being divided up by countries? The far east gets to manufacture; the U.S. has the “service” jobs. Hmmmm…..
Discouragement of organized religion? Why? Why not allow people to share their faith in groups?
Reliance on computers for records? What happens if the computers go down? Or if someone takes total control of them?
Reliance on artificial “currency”? Again, if you cannot hold it in your hand, how can you prove you actually have it?
The agenda to remove good people’s ways to protect/defend themselves? Who does that benefit?
Availability of and reliance on pharmaceuticals? Again, who does this benefit?
Things to fear outside the home? Crime, riots, disasters, illnesses…..
Why? Who? To what end?

Posted in Poems and Songs (mine and more....)

Poems from John V.A. Weaver’s “In American”

As a teenager, one of my “second mothers”, a librarian for whom I babysat, introduced me to the poetry of John V.A. Weaver. His book In American, published in 1939, contains the following poems which I came to love.

“Emotion Bourgeoise”

You thought it was the Spring, the river crinkled
Like creamy ribbon in the moon’s incandescence.
The stage was set: here was the very essence
Of middle-class romance: some far bell tinkled.

And down a warm wind came a sudden flood
Of lilac! Then you shuddered at my lips
Brushed on your cheek; your hair, your fingertips…
And, “Don’t!” you said, “I’m just not in the mood!

You wrenched away, laughed a self-conscious titter,
Spoke some banal something about the Spring,
Entered the doorway with a little fling,
Leaving me somewhat flustered, somewhat bitter.

Twenty! And May! (And several years ago, —
Hell! … That the smell of lilacs should hurt so!…

“Dilemma”

Gee, she's sweet!  So sort eyes wide open
  And shiny, like the streetlights do at night
When rain is on the sidewalk.  They's a somethin'
  About the way her whole face has that light

Whenever she looks at me.  It always says,
  "I believe in you!  Oh, I believe in you!"
That face like a little flower, starin' at me--
  It scares me!  What should I do?  What can I do?

I tell her not to go and dream about me,
  I ain't no fine guy, and I tell her so;
She keeps on thinkin' I'm just kiddin' her  
  And answers back, "You can't fool me!  I know!"

And just to think; that lovely dream about me
  Has got to smash all up some awful day
When she finds out how I am really ….
  It'll hurt her so … I ought tp get away

Where she can't never see me any more
  Before that dream and all that sweetness dies....
But can I do it?  Can I do without her?  
  Can I stand not seein' that lovin' in her eyes?