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Rae Dawn Chong
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Rae Dawn Chong (born February 28, 1961 in Edmonton, Alberta) is a Canadian born actress and daughter of Tommy Chong. She is of African, First Nations, Chinese and Irish ancestry. Her half-sister Robbi Chong is a model and actress. [1]

She is best known for appearing in the films Quest for Fire (1981), The Color Purple (1985), Choose Me (1984), Commando (1985), Cheech & Chong's The Corsican Brothers (1984), and Far Out Man (1990), in the latter two appearing with her father. Chong saw her most active period in films during the late 1980s and throughout the 1990s. However she has continued to be active in television acting roles into 2006.

Trivia

Rae Dawn was the topic of Stephen Lynch's song "RDC (Opie's Lament)".
Rae Dawn Chong is mentioned in the Alice in Chains song "Love Song" from their Sap EP.
MF Doom aka Viktor Vaughn, on the Vaudeville Villain album, composed a song entitled Raedawn, at one point the lyrics read, " New drink, named it after Chong's daughter, triple shot of Yak with a chaser of bong water."
Chong has been married twice and has one son. Her second husband was actor C. Thomas Howell, her co-star in Soul Man (1986). They divorced in 1990.
Redman says "And on and on to the break of Rae Dawn Chong" on Track 14, "Winicumuhround", on his second album Dare Iz a Darkside.
She was mentioned on The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air in the episode "Father of the Year," where Will Smith's character claims Rae Dawn Chong is the province of China he met the purported mother of his child in.
Popular TV website Television Without Pity maintains a Rae Dawn Chong Challenge in its Rec Room forum, in which forum posters must guess a common element among posted recaps.

Tommy Tune
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Tommy Tune (born February 28, 1939) is an award-winning American actor, dancer, singer, director, producer, and choreographer.

Born Thomas James Tune in Wichita Falls, Texas, he attended Lamar High School in Houston. In 1965, he made his Broadway debut as a performer in the musical Baker Street. His first Broadway directing and choreography credits were for the original production of The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas in 1978.

Off-Broadway, Tune has directed The Club and Cloud Nine.

Tune toured the United States in the Sherman Brothers musical Busker Alley in 1994-1995 and in the stage adaptation of the film Dr. Doolittle in 2006.

Tune's film credits include Hello, Dolly! and The Boy Friend.

Tune is the only individual to win Tony Awards in the same categories (Best Choreography and Best Direction of a Musical) in consecutive years (1990 and 1991), and the first to win in four different categories.

In 1997, Tune published Footnotes, a memoir. Despite the disjointed nature of the autobiography, Tune offers an insightful look into his then thirty-year career. It is here that he writes intimately about what drives him as a performer, choreographer and director. His obsession and desire to find everlasting love is prominent in the memoir, offering many personal stories about being openly gay and being hurt by other lovers. Ultimately though, it is his passion for theatre, dance, and people that carry him through a fruitful career full of many successful projects. Winning numerous Tony Awards and Drama Desk Awards, Tune writes mostly about his days with Twiggy in "My One and Only," in which he performed the part of Billy Buck Chandler for more than 1,000 performances, the struggles in directing "Grand Hotel" and "Cloud Nine," as well as meeting and working with his many idols.

In the same year, Tune released his first album, Slow Dancing," which featured a collection of his favorite romantic ballads.

Two years later, he made his Las Vegas debut as the star of EFX at the MGM Grand Hotel.

In 2003, Tune was presented with the nations' highest honor for artistic achievement, the National Medal of Arts.

The Tommy Tune Awards are awarded for outstanding work in high school theatre in Houston.

Tune staged an elaborate musical entitled Paparazzi for the Holland America Line cruise ship the Oosterdam. He currently is touring with the Manhattan Rhythm Kings in a Big Band revue entitled Song and Dance Man, and is parodied in Martin Short's Broadway show Fame Becomes Me by an actor wearing stilts.

At 6'6½" (1.99 m), Tune is unusually tall for a dancer. When not performing, he runs an art gallery in Tribeca that features his own work. He is openly gay [1].

John Turturro
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Birth name John Nicodemus Turturro
Born February 28, 1957 (age 49)

Notable roles Pino in Do the Right Thing (1989)
Bernie Bernbaum in Miller's Crossing (1990)
Barton Fink in Barton Fink (1991)
Herb Stempel in Quiz Show (1994)

John Nicodemus Turturro (born February 28, 1957) is an Emmy Award winning American actor noted for his performances in To Live and Die in L.A. (1985), The Color of Money (1986), Five Corners (1987), Do The Right Thing (1989), Barton Fink (1991), Men of Respect (1991), The Big Lebowski (1998), and Monday Night Mayhem (1999). He has appeared in over sixty movies, and is well known for his ability to change both his demeanor and physique.





Early life and film career

Turturro was born in Brooklyn, New York to an Italian-American Roman Catholic family, the son of an Apulian father (emigrated from Giovinazzo, in the province of Bari, Apulia) and a mother of Sicilian origin. He majored in drama at the State University of New York at New Paltz, and completed his MFA at the Yale School of Drama. He worked as an extra in Raging Bull (1980).

John Turturro created the title role of John Patrick Shanley's Danny and the Deep Blue Sea at the Playwrights Conference at the Eugene O'Neill Theatre Center in 1983. He repeated it the following year off-Broadway and won an Obie Award.

Spike Lee liked Turturro's performance in Five Corners so much that he chose to cast him in Do the Right Thing, in which he played the explosive racist Pino. This movie initiated a long-standing collaboration between the famous director and John Turturro.

A versatile actor comfortable with both comedy and drama, Turturro also had an extended collaboration with the Coen Brothers, appearing in their films Miller's Crossing (1990), Barton Fink (1991), The Big Lebowski (1998) and most recently, O Brother, Where Art Thou? (2000). He also appeared as a severely disturbed patient of Jack Nicholson's in the comedy Anger Management and played Johnny Depp's antagonist in Secret Window. Turturro is also an occasional guest star on Monk as Adrian's eccentric brother, Ambrose Monk. Before becoming a household name, Turturro made a cameo in the Woody Allen film Hannah and her Sisters.

Turturro was the producer, director and actor of the film Illuminata (1999), which also starred his wife Katherine Borowitz.

He wrote and directed the film Romance and Cigarettes (2005). He recently appeared in Robert DeNiro's The Good Shepherd as the right hand man of C.I.A. man Edward Wilson (Matt Damon.

John's brother is actor Nicholas Turturro, actress Aida Turturro is John Turturro's cousin.

He has two children, Amedeo Turturro and Diego Turturro born in July 1990 and December 2000, respectively. Turturro is Catholic and his wife is Jewish.


Awards

Won an Emmy award for his portrayal of Adrian Monk's brother Ambrose Monk in the USA Network series Monk. He has also been nominated and won many awards from many film organizations such as SAG, Cannes Film Festival, Golden Globes, and others.[1]

Trivia

Despite his many acclaimed performances, Turturro has never been nominated for an Academy Award.
Turturro's last name is from the Italian tortora meaning "turtle-dove" (a name used in Italy in the past), a fact slyly alluded to in the Monk episode "Mr. Monk Goes Home Again" when Ambrose Monk (Turturro) tells Adrian's assistant Natalie (Traylor Howard) that their father named him Ambrose after his beloved pet turtle.

Robert Sean Leonard
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Birth name Robert Lawrence Leonard
Born February 28, 1969 (age 37)

Notable roles Neil Perry in Dead Poets Society
A.E. Housman in The Invention of Love
Dr. James Wilson in House

Robert Sean Leonard (born Robert Lawrence Leonard on February 28, 1969, in Ridgewood, New Jersey) is an American actor who is most noted for his role as an aspiring actor Neil Perry in the 1989 film Dead Poets Society.

He is a three-time Tony Award nominee (1993, 2001 and 2003), winning in 2001 (Best Actor - Featured Play) for his role as A.E. Housman in Tom Stoppard's The Invention of Love.

Currently, he plays Dr. James Wilson, head of the oncology department, on the Fox TV series House.

He is engaged to Gabriella Salick, an equestrienne and a classics scholar, whom he met at Columbia University.

I'm already two years ahead on my daily fat allowance. I'm
looking for skinny people to see if I can borrow theirs.

..

I've really put on weight. I've gone from pinch-an-inch to
rub-a-tub.

..

I have no idea how much I weigh because I can't weigh
naked. Without my glasses I can't see the scale.


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Mirror, mirror on the wall
Do you have to tell it all?

Where do you get the glaring right
To make my clothes look just too tight?

I think I'm fine but I can see
you won't cooperate with me;

The way you let the shadows play
You'd think my hair was getting gray

What's that, you say? A double chin?
No, that's the way the light comes in;

If you persist in peering so
You'll confiscate my facial glow,

And then if you're not hanging straight
You'll tell me next I'm gaining weight;

I'm really quite upset with you
For giving this distorted view;

I hate you being smug and wise
Oh, look what's happened to my thighs!

I warn you now, Oh mirrored wall,
Since we're not on speaking terms at all,

If I look like this in my new jeans
You'll find yourself in smithereens!

Before we acknowledge Bob's funnies for the day and the great information on the notables:

Announcement; Announcement

Nair said yes

She and Bob are officially engaged, folks, so to cover all, we have a herald on a horse. (not dys' dead one) and a newfoundland pup from hbg bringing brandy for the occasion, and a celebration song from three dogs.



Slippin' away, sittin' on a pillow
Waitin' for night to fall
A girl and a dream, sittin' on a pillow
This is the night to go to the celebrity ball
Satin and lace, isn't it a pity
Didn't find time to call
Ready or not, gonna make it to the city
This is the night to go to the celebrity ball
Dress up tonight, why be lonely?
You'll stay at home and you'll be alone
So why be lonely?
Sittin' alone, sittin' on a pillow
Waitin' to climb the walls
Maybe tonight, depending how your dream goes
She'll open her eyes when he goes to the celebrity ball
Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music
Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music
Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music

Mark Spoelstra, an associate of Bob Dylan, Rick Von Schmidt, Dave van Ronk. Mark Spoelstra was an old friend of Joan Baez; they dated in high school. Richard Fariña met Spoelstra at the Big Sur Folk Festival where Richard & Mimi performed their first professional gig in June of 1964. Mark died 4 days ago. A tremendous loss to those who love original/traditional folk music.

Been searching, dys.



I think he did this one.

On a cold winter's night not a star was in sight

And the north wind came howling down the line

With his sweetheart so dear stood a brave engineer

With his orders to pull old No 9

She kissed him goodbye with a tear in her eye

But the joy in his heart he could not hide

Oh the whole world seemed bright when she told him that night

That tomorrow she'd be his blushing bride

Oh the wheels hummed a song as the train rolled along

And the black smoke came pouring from the stack

And the headlight agleam seemed to brighten his dream

Of tomorrow when he'd be coming back

He steered around the hill and his brave heart stood still

For a headlight was shining in his face

And he whispered a prayer as he drew on the air

or he knew this would be his final grace

In the wreck he was found lying there on the ground

And he asked them to raise his weary head

As his breath slowly went this the message he sent

To the maiden who thought she would be wed

There's a little white home that I built for our own

Where I dreamed we'd be happy by and by

But I leave it to you for I know you'll be true

Till we meet at the golden gate goodbye.

Well, we celebrate at a wake, too. It's all about the circle, no?

I met Mark in the late 50's in Denver Co, he was riding a Vespa motorscooter and had a 12 string slung across his back. He played that night at a club called "The Exodus Club" Judy Collins did the opening act, she was still, in high school in boulder Co at the time. He later recored some tunes for a folk/blues anthology titled "The Blues Project" which was one of the best folk/blues anthologies I ever heard.

Dys, I had forgotten that you were a dj, buddy. While searching out some more ballads, I came across this lovely song:

We were born before the wind


Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won
as we sailed into the mystic

Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly
into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it

I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float
into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when thst fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don't have to fear it

I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float
into the mystic

Come on girl…

Van the Man

I'll Never Get Out Of This World Alive


Now you're lookin' at a man who's gettin' kinda mad
I had lots of luck, but it's all been bad
No matter how I struggle and strive
I'll never get out of this world alive


Well, my fishing pole's broke, the creek's full of sand
My woman run away with another man
No matter how I struggle and strive
I'll never get out of this world alive


Well, my distant uncle passed away
And left me quite a batch
I was livin' high until the fatal day
When they proved I wasn't born, I was only hatched


Everything's agin me and it's gotten me down
If I jumped in the river, I would probably drown
No matter how I struggle and strive
I'll never get out of this world alive


These old shabby shoes I'm wearin' all the time
Is full of holes and nails
Hey brother, if I stepped on a worn out dime
I bet a nickel I could tell you if it was heads or tails


Well, I'm not gonna worry wrinkles in my brow
'Cause nothing's ever gonna be right anyhow
No matter how I struggle and strive
I'll never get out of this world alive
No matter how I struggle and strive
I'll never get out of this world alive

This just in from the A2K newsroom. Sometime tonight A2kers will have posted 2,500,000 messages here. Thanks, Craven, and to the hamsters, big and small.

Wow! Virginia John. Thanks for that statistic, honey.

edgar, sounds as though your feller had only hobson's choice.

Here's one who thinks a wee bit differently, Texas.



This one is from Meatloaf's Bat out of Hell albumn.

Meat Loaf - "Alive"

Album: "Bat Out Of Hell III" (2006)

I'm still alive
Must have been a miracle
It's been a hell of ride
Destination still unknown
It's a fact of life:
If you make one wrong
move with the gun to your head
You better walk the line
or you'll be left for dead

I'm a runaway train on broken track
I'm a ticker on a bomb,
you can't turn back this time
That's right
I got away with it all and I'm still alive
Let the end of the world come tumbling down
I'll be the last man standing on the ground
As long as I got blood rush trough my veins
I'm still alive

Lost in the night
Feeling so invisible
Oh, a dead man walking the wire
I have broke the devils net
That's made of fire
And it's a long way down
from the top of the world
You better look around
or you gonna get burned

I'm a runaway train on broken track
I'm a ticker on a bomb,
you can't turn back this time
That's right
I got away with it all and I'm still alive
Let the end of the world come tumbling down
I'll be the last man standing on the ground
And as the dust wheels look in my eyes
I'm still alive
I'm still alive

The darkest night ain't black enough
To keep the morning light from shinin'
The highest wall ain't tall enough
To keep the smallest man from climbin'

The more that you resist the tide
The more it pulls you in
The more you hang on for your life

(I'm a runaway train on broken track)
(I'm a ticker on a bomb,
you can't turn back this time)
(that's right)
That's right
I got away with it all and I'm still alive

I'm a runaway train on broken track
I'm a ticker on a bomb,
you can't turn back this time
That's right
I got away with it all and I'm still alive
Let the end of the world come tumbling down
I'll be the last man standing on the ground
And if my saddle is all that survives
I'm still alive
I'm still alive...

The baby on the record sounds pretty authentic.

Baby Sittin' Boogie
Buzz Clifford

[Words and Music by Johnny Parker]

(Gggggggggggggggg, da, da, da-da-da-da)

My girl, baby-sits for someone on her block
Then I come up to join her and we start to rock
The baby hears the beat and man it is a shock
When he goes (ggggggggggggg, ggggggggggggg)

A rockin' type a boogie is a kind a song
That makes this little baby wanna sing along
And though he maybe gets the tune a little wrong
He still goes (boogie-on-na-day)

He isn't too young to really feel the beat
He rocks back and forth in his little seat
He claps both his hands and he taps his feet
And he sings (doo-doo-da-da-da-da-da)

He is a hully gully bouncin' baby boy
You know the record player is his favorite toy
And don't forget he's eveybody´s pride and joy
When he goes (ooo-ah-ge-he)

(Yo-a-ah-ah)

(La-da,la-da,la-da)

I know there isn't anyone to take a bet
But surely he's the youngest teenager yet
And probably the hippist of the diaper set
Cause he goes (go man, I like that)

He strolls in his stroller with the radio on
He doesn't go to sleep until the music's gone
He imitates the singer in the group
(With a low down voice)
(Low down, dug-a-dug-a)

And when it's time to tuck him in his little bed
With all that music runnin' through his sleepy head
The little fella doesn't say, goodnight
Instead, but he says (boog-ooo, boog-ooo, boog-ooo)
Aaaaaaaaaaallllllllllll gone

it's a bit late for wishing Bob & his fiancee the greatest happiness, but i'm 2 time zones west of my usual location. so here's a local wedding song for the happy couple:

This is the moment
I've waited for
I can hear my heart singing
Soon bells will be ringing

This is the moment
Of sweet Aloha
I will love you longer than forever
Promise me that you will leave me never

Here and now dear,
All my love,
I vow dear
Promise me that you will leave me never
I will love you longer than forever

U-a, si-la
Pa-a ia me o-e
Ko a-lo-ha ma-ka-mea e i-po
Ka-'u ia e le-i a-e ne-i la

Now that we are one
Clouds won't hide the sun
Blue skies of Hawaii smile
On this, our wedding day
I do love you with all my heart

It's never too late, Yit. Be assured I'll hand deliver a copy to her. Thank you for the considerate rendering. I'm sure it will touch her as it has me.

warmest regards,

Bob

obviously wasn't too late for you, Bob. you're very welcome.

Good morning, WA2K listeners and contributors.

Hey, edgar. Love your baby boogie song, Texas. It rather reminds me of David Bowie and his dancing baby.

Isn't it nice, folks, to see the hawk and the turtle exchange niceties?

So, for the both of them.

Hawk Roosting


I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.
Inaction, no falsifying dream
Between my hooked head and hooked feet:
Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.

The convenience of the high trees!
The air's buoyancy and the sun's ray
Are of advantage to me;
And the earth's face upward for my inspection.

My feet are locked upon the rough bark.
It took the whole of Creation
To produce my foot, my each feather:
Now I hold Creation in my foot

Or fly up, and revolve it all slowly -
I kill where I please because it is all mine.
There is no sophistry in my body:
My manners are tearing off heads -

The allotment of death.
For the one path of my flight is direct
Through the bones of the living.
No arguments assert my right:

The sun is behind me.
Nothing has changed since I began.
My eye has permitted no change.
I am going to keep things like this.

Ted Hughes


My beloved spake, and said unto me,

Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of the singing of birds is come,
and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
The fig tree putteth forth her green figs,
and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

THE SONG OF SOLOMON, I. 10-13

Good afternoon WA2K and

Congratulations Bobsmythhawk.

Remembering:



and wishing a Happy 80th to Harry Bellafonte and 53rd to Ron Howard.

And a good afternoon to you, too, puppy with pictures.

Well, folks, we're looking at David, Harry, and Ron. Hey, researcher, does time really fly?

Time Flies

Aloud the Prof's computer spoke,
a recently made refinement,
and with its sweet dulcet tones awoke
us to give us our assignment.
Take the common housefly. You may say
that plenty of those exist.
But these, the Prof had given their DNA
a four dimensional twist.
We were to take these gnarly bugs
and examine how they age.
So we pumped them full of drugs
and placed them in a cage.
It was bogus. We finally realised plenty
left, we didn't see them go.
But it seemed we, totally, lost twenty
Time Flies, like, in a row.
©Adam Rulli-Gibbs 2002 - 2006

Then, folks, according to H.W.L

The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls


The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveler hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveler to the shore.
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Quote for the day: Time and tide wait for no man. How about us women?