Any girl can look glamorous, all she has to do is stand still and look stupid.

That quote was made by Hedy Lamarr. I’ve loved her since I first saw Samson and Delilah (1949). I even have a copy on DVD.

OK, I’m back…I HAD to watch that movie again…

‘Kayso, not only is Hedy Lamarr the epitome of my Archetype, she was also one of the most glamourous and beautiful women of her day.

But I bet you didn’t know that she was fucking brilliant, too. She was an INVENTOR who pioneered the technology that would one day form the basis for today’s WiFi, GPS, and Bluetooth communication systems.

So it is fitting that we end Women’s History Month celebrating the unique beauty and brilliance of Hedwig Eva Maria Kiesler. Miss Hedy Lamarr.

National Women’s History Museum

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I Confess

It should come as no surprise that I love horror movies. Not the slasher films that pass for “horror” these days, though. Nope. I love good old-fashioned horror movies. In fact, in 2017 I published a series of Posts on my favorites by decade, beginning with 2010-2017 and working backward to the 1950s. (With Diego contributing a PAWS-UP to those starring Fab Felines!)

Countdown to Halloween: My Favorite Films (2010-2017)

However, my movie preferences tend to be broader than with music. (Where I admit to being more myopic.) Looking at my DVD collection I see everything from Action (Fathom, 1967) to “period pieces” (such as Marie Antoinette, 2006).

But what may come as a shocker to you, Dear Reader, is that I LOVE LOVE LOVE a good Romantic Comedy. Yep. Whether Coming-of-Age or Adult, I love Rom-Coms!!! (If they’re from the 80s, so much the better.)

10 Things I Hate About You
13 Going on 30
*40 Days and 40 Nights
About Last Night
*As Good As It Gets
Can’t Buy Me Love
*Chasing Amy
Confessions of a Shopaholic
*Deliver Us from Eva
*Doc Hollywood
Easy A (Smartly written.)
*Fever Pitch
Flirting with Forty
Foul Play
Green Card (What I wouldn’t give for that greenhouse.)
Head Over Heels
How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
Just One of the Guys
Juwanna Mann
Kate & Leopold (Romantic comedy with a touch of Period piece.)
Modern Girls
My Big Fat Greek Wedding
Practical Magic (WITCHES!!!)
Pretty Woman
Pretty in Pink
*Sabrina (1995)
Shallow Hal (Another smartly done film.)
*She’s All That
Some Kind of Wonderful
Someone Like You
*Something’s Gotta Give
*Sydney White
*The Bishop’s Wife (Although I wrote a Post mentioning it.)
The Perfect Man
*The Proposal
*The Truth About Cats & Dogs
The Wedding Planner
*Three Can Play That Game
*Two Can Play That Game
*Two Weeks Notice
Valley Girl (Like TOTALLY 80s.)
*What Women Want
*Working Girl
Worth Winning
*You’ve Got Mail

* means I don’t own a copy (yet).

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Spring ~ Life, Joy, Hope, and the God of War?

March 20, 2022. Happy Ostara. Spring (or Vernal) Equinox, where day and night reign equally. Here in the Northern Hemisphere it marks the official start of SPRING.

Hope Springs Eternal – endlessly renewing itself. Indeed Spring celebrates renewal/rebirth, regeneration, resurrection, fertility, and new life. JOY. When Spring arrives and the days grow longer and warmer, Nature bursts with joy. The birds welcome the morning sun with their songs – a celebration of Life itself. In the Concrete Jungle my Green Dragon is coming out of hibernation and I awoke to the trumpeting of a Canada Goose. He must’ve chosen our rooftop to serenade his lady love because the honking sounded very close and VERY LOUD!

I’ve posted this once before but it deserves a repost:

You have to believe in happines

You have to believe in happiness,
Or happiness never comes.
I know that a bird chirps none the less
When all that he finds is crumbs.

You have to believe the buds will blow,
Believe in the grass in the days of snow.
Ah, that’s the reason a bird can sing,
On his darkest day he believes in Spring.

You have to believe in happiness –
It isn’t an outward thing.
The Spring never makes the song, I guess,
As much as the song the Spring.

Aye, many a heart could find content
If it saw the joy on the road it went,
The joy ahead when it had to grieve,
For the joy is there – but you have to believe.

– Douglas Malloch

Astrologically, March 20/21 marks the beginning of the year and signifies the first seven years of life: ARIES. The Ram. Aries is ruled by Mars. In ancient Roman religion and myth, Mars (the son of Jupiter and Juno) was their God of War. The Greek equivalent to Mars is Ares – which is how the astrological sign of Aries became entwined with Ares. To make matters more convoluted, The Emperor is the Zodiacal Trump of Aries (ruled by Mars with Sun exhalted).

WTF? How did we go from life-affirmation to War, Conquest, and Domination?!? Let’s take a deep breath…

The Emperor is also referred to as “Sun of the Morning” (Makes me think of birdsongs.) and represents leadership, courage, individuality, independence, passion, and the Archetype of the Earthly Father. He is the consort of The Empress who symbolizes the Earthly Mother, abundance, Nature, love, and the source of all life. They represent the harmonious balance which exists in every living thing: The Divine Spark.

Joy is an expression of Love.

We forget to play. We forget to be happy. “Whales and elephants, humming gnats, and invisibly small mischievous microbes, all are warm with divine radium and must have lots of fun in them.” – John Muir.

Use this time of new beginnings and growth to rejuvenate your own life. Take time to appreciate the absolutely beautiful World around you and spread some JOY of your own. “Reviewing the day’s delights often yields surprises, and serves as a reminder of how full a life is, how lucky some days feel and how even stressful days may contain glowing nuggets of peace, pleasure, or joy.[1]

As I write this I am enjoying a lunch brimming over with foods celebrating Ostara: eggs (Quiche Michelle), asparagus, a salad of baby arugula, and Bourbon Milk Punch (recipe below).

Bourbon Milk Punch

2 oz. bourbon
3 oz. milk
1 oz. simple syrup (you can substitute Agave syrup)
2 dashes vanilla extract

Add bourbon, milk, simple syrup, and vanilla extract to a shaker filled with ice. Shake until well-chilled. Strain into a glass and garnish with freshly-grated nutmeg.

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[1] Ackerman, Diane (2009). Dawn Light. W.W. Norton & Company, Inc.. p. 237.

Small Farms are Fantastic!

We are blessed to have 12 Farmers’ Markets in Silicon Valley. We normally frequent Sunnyvale’s on Saturdays and have come to know many of the vendors. (Several received loaves of my famous Christmas Cake last December.)

This year I have heard many stories of empty supermarket shelves. I’m not sure if it’s our location or the fact that we don’t shop at big name chains (Safeway, Lucky, Walmart, etc.) but we’ve not seen that problem. (Exceptions: Cat food and litter, and distilled water.) We also don’t consume processed food – unless it’s labeled “organic”, and then it’s a treat.

I’m always telling people that if they are lucky enough to have a Farmers’ Market near them to purchase food from the local, small and family-owned farms (many of which grow organic produce). It keeps these wonderful folks in business AND the food is so much better, and better for you. It’s a win-win for everyone.

I apologize for not getting these photos up sooner but time gets away from me sometimes; however, they’ll give you an idea of how bountiful and FUN these markets are! I hope you enjoy and are inspired to seek one out (or get one going in your community).

The synthetic fertilizers that plump up our crops
churn out more nitrogen than all of the plants and microbes do naturally.

– Diane Ackerman (The Human Age)

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The Witching Hour


I wrote about the Witching Hour last year. Although some imagine it to be midnight, others maintain it’s the hour between 3 and 4 in the morning, believing that witches and psychics are the most powerful at that time. In any event, when I wake up during the night most times it’s between 3 and 4. My Witching Hour.

I awoke with many thoughts swirling in my mind but I wasn’t quite sure if I wanted to get up or try to go back to sleep. Nope. Couldn’t turn off the brain. Ramses follows me downstairs, even though I tell him it’s not time to “get up”; but being a cat he, of course, pays me no heed. I go into the kitchen to heat a cup of milk, and left him in the middle of the living room as I climbed the stairs with my tryptophan-laden drink. (Note: If I need/want to go back to sleep I usually take a couple melatonin, as well.)

Once in my room I had a small sneezing fit. For no apparent reason. These small “fits” are not allergy-related, but rather the spirit world trying to engage. So instead of getting back in bed with a book I sat at my desk and wrote in my journal. Streams of Consciousness…

LIFE. The fierceness of it. The FEARLESSNESS of it. Hope. MAGICK.

Break all spells that keep you asleep to your own Magick.
– Chani Nicholas

I subscribe to Rob Brezsny’s ( weekly newsletter. In addition to astrological forecasts, Rob includes wise quotes and thoughtful passages…

Lately, our work has seemed almost comically impossible. Many of us have given in to the temptation to believe that everything is upside-down and inside-out.

Ignorance and inertia, partially camouflaged as time-honored morality, seem to surround us. Pessimism is enshrined as a hallmark of worldliness. Compulsive skepticism masquerades as perceptiveness. Mean-spirited irony is chic.

Stories about treachery and degradation provoke a visceral thrill in millions of people who think of themselves as reasonable and smart. Beautiful truths are suspect and ugly truths are readily believed.

So no, at this peculiar turning point in the evolution of our 14-billion-year-old master game, it’s not easy to carry out our mission. We’ve got to be both wrathful insurrectionaries and exuberant lovers of life.

We’ve got to cultivate cheerful buoyancy even as we resist the temptation to swallow thousands of delusions that have been carefully crafted and seductively packaged by those messiahs among us who bravely volunteered to play the role of know-it-all deceivers.

We have to learn how to stay in a good yet unruly mood as we overthrow the sour, puckered mass hallucination that is mistakenly referred to as “reality.”

Maybe most importantly, we have to be ferociously and single-mindedly dedicated to the cause of beauty and truth and love even as we keep our imaginations wild and hungry and free. We have to be both disciplined and rowdy. (Emphasis mine.)

That fence between Light and Dark? That’s where I live. That’s where I have ALWAYS lived. Rejoicing one moment and snarling the next. This is where LIFE exists, too. Every living thing on this planet straddles that fence. Why should I be any different? Why should you?

I’ve finished my cup of milk. All that’s left is the “skin” that forms on milk when you heat it. I fish it out of the mug – because I love the texture of it as it melts on my tongue…

Ah, Ramses is back and strolling around my desk. “What the hell are you DOIMG?” He’s not used to seeing me here during non-waking hours and is probably wondering why I haven’t brought him breakfast.

Spring is coming, as it always does. As it always will. Bringing with it the Magick of Life, Hope, Ferocity, and Fearlessness.

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