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Diane
 
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Reply Sat 17 Sep, 2005 03:25 pm
Letty, you're amazing.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 17 Sep, 2005 03:35 pm
Very Happy Ah, shucks, Diane. Not really. (shuffles feet)

Would you believe, Lady Di, that I have spent at least one hour searching info about geneology from my Mom's side of the family?

Stunned at the things I found.



Belle And Sebastian - Family Tree Lyrics

I've been feeling down
I've been looking round the town
For somebody just like me
But the only ones I see
Are the dummies in the window
They spend their money on clothes
It saddens me to think
That the only ones I see are mannequins
Looking stupid, being used and being thin
And I don't know why I hang around with them

The way they act, I'd rather be fat than be confused
The way they act, I'd rather be fat than be confused
Than be me in a cage
With a bottle of rage
And a family like the mafia

I've been feeling blue
And I don't know what to do
And I never get a thrill
And they threw me out of school
'Cause I swore at all the teachers
Because they never teach us
A thing I want to know
We do Chemistry, Biology and Maths
I want Poetry and Music and some laughs
And I don't think it's an awful lot to ask

So won't you please get up off your knees, and let me go
So won't you please get up off your knees, and let me go
Cause I'm here in a cage
With a bottle of rage
And a family like the mafia

If my family tree goes back to the Romans
Then I will change my name to Jones
If my family tree goes back to Napolean
Then I will change my name to Smith
If my family tree goes back to the Romans
Then I will change my name to Jones
If you're looking at me to be an accountant
Then you will look but you will never see
If you're looking at me to start having babies
Then you can wish because I'm not here to fool around
You can wish because I'm not here to fool around
You can wish because I'm not here to fool around

My Gawd, listeners. That is hilarious!
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 17 Sep, 2005 04:19 pm
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djjd62
 
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Reply Sat 17 Sep, 2005 04:19 pm
belle and sebastian are a great band
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 17 Sep, 2005 04:26 pm
They must be, dj, if you like them. right listeners?

Hmmmm. Wonder where our turtle man is lurking.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 17 Sep, 2005 04:42 pm
Perhaps, listeners, if we dedicate a song to our yit?

By the Turtles:

So happy together

If I should call you up invest a dime

And you say you belong to me

And ease my mind

Imagine how the world could be

So very fine

So happy together

I can see me lovin' nobody but you

For all my life

When you're with me baby the skies'll be blue

For all my life

Me and you and you and me

No matter how they toss the dice

It had to be

The only one for me is you

And you for me

So happy together

I can see me lovin' nobody but you

For all my life
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djjd62
 
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Reply Sat 17 Sep, 2005 04:47 pm
maybe we could tempt him with something sweet

http://www.oldtimecandy.com/images/candypix-pages/turtles_small.jpg
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 17 Sep, 2005 05:01 pm
Oh, my Gawd, listeners. Can you believe that chocolate turtle?

What a time we have had today, folks. Avatars and big cigars and all that kind of stuff.

Hmmm. Francis dropped in, wished McTag a pleasant journey and dropped out.

How about this song to his avatar:


The Beatles


Yesterday,

All my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here to stay,
Oh, I believe in yesterday.

Suddenly,
I'm not half the man I used to be,
There's a shadow hanging over me,
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.
Razz
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Diane
 
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Reply Sat 17 Sep, 2005 06:12 pm
DJ and Letty--what in the world are you trying to do to me??? Get yitwail right now and have him eat that turtle or I will come through cyberspace and steal it. I am shameless, absolutely shameless about sweets. Turtles, fudge, dark chocolate, aarrrrgh!

Eat It
Wierd Al Yankovic

how come your always such a fussy young man,
dont want no kaptain krunch dont want no raisin brain
now dont you know that other kids are starving in japan
so eat it
just eat it

i dont wana argue i dont wana debate
dont wana hear about what kind of food u hate
you wont gat no desert till u clean of ur plate
so eat it
dont u tell me ur full just eat it
eat it
get ur self an egg and beat it
have some more chicken
have some more pie
it doesnt matter if its boil of fry
just eat it
eat it

ur table manors are a crying shame
ur playin with ur food this is no kind of game
so if u starv to death ull just have ur self to blame
so eat it
just eat it

u better listen better do as ur told
u havnt even touched ur tuna caserole
u better chow down or its gona get cold
so eat it
just eat it
open up ur mouth and feed it
have some more yoghurt
have some more spam
it doesnt matter if its fresh or canned
so eat it
just eat it
dont u make me repeat it
have a bannana
have a whole bunch
it doesnt matter wot u had for lunch
eat it eat it eat it eat it
eat it

(guitar solo)

eat it eat it
if its getting cold reheat it
have a big dinner have a light snack
if u dont like it u cant snd it back
eat it eat it eat it eat it!!
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 17 Sep, 2005 06:23 pm
Ah, Diane. You're not the only one who is hooked on chocolate. I'm still looking for Mr. Goodbar.

Loved your "Eat it parody". Razz

and now, listeners, it's that time of evening...dark and chocolate <smile>

Looks as though I'm.....



- I been looking for love
In all the wrong places
And now I finally found
Someone who cares for me
No matter the storm
It was you who helped me face it
And now it's safe to say
That you really care for me

Just like the wings
You took me, flew me away, yeah
And now my ground is underneath my feet
This woman had nowhere to go
Then you gave me direction
And now the rest of my days
I can't help but give you the praise


You saw my needs, forgave my faults
You cleansed my heart, you changed my thoughts
You brought the sun into my life
When my world had seemed dark, yes you did
And you're the only one
Who was there when I needed a friend
You're the only one who can place joy
When there's pain in my heart

Repeat 1
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Diane
 
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Reply Sat 17 Sep, 2005 06:38 pm
Goodnight, ms amazing. I thought of Amazing Grace, but was mystified by the Aerosmith song: (I really prefer Amazing Grace)..


AEROSMITH lyrics - "Amazing"

I kept the right ones out
And let the wrong ones in
Had an angel of mercy to see me through all my sins
There were times in my life
When I was goin' insane
Tryin' to walk through
The pain
When I lost my grip
And I hit the floor
Yeah,I thought I could leave but couldn't get out the door
I was so sick and tired
Of livin' a lie
I was wishin that I
Would die

[Chorus:]
It's Amazing
With the blink of an eye you finally see the light
It's Amazing
When the moment arrives that you know you'll be alright
It's Amazing
And I'm sayin' a prayer for the desperate hearts tonight

That one last shot's a Permanent Vacation
And how high can you fly with broken wings?
Life's a journey not a destination
And I just can't tell just what tomorrow brings

You have to learn to crawl
Before you learn to walk
But I just couldn't listen to all that righteous talk, oh yeah
I was out on the street,
Just tryin' to survive
Scratchin' to stay
Alive
[Chorus]

Desperate hearts, desperate hearts
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 17 Sep, 2005 06:44 pm
Perfect, Diane.and that leads us to:


Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man: no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around
Since I was born.
And now it's all right. it's ok.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
The new york times' effect on man.

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin',
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.

Well now, I get low and I get high,
And if I can't get either, I really try.
Got the wings of heaven on my shoes.
I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose.
You know it's all right. it's ok.
I'll live to see another day.
We can try to understand
The new york times' effect on man.

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin',
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.

Life goin' nowhere. somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere. somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah. stayin' alive.

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man: no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm,
I've been kicked around since I was born.
And now it's all right. it's ok.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
The new york times' effect on man.

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin',
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.

Life goin' nowhere. somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere. somebody help me, yeah.
I'm stayin' alive.
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 17 Sep, 2005 06:57 pm
Well, listeners. We get inspired by other true running threads, so this is a dedication to Jeb's wife:

My Baby Out Of Jail
Lyrics: Karl Davis, Harty Taylor
Music: Karl Davis, Harty Taylor

Played by Jerry with the Jerry Garcia Acoustic Band in 1987 and 1988.

I'm not in this town to stay
Said a lady old and grey
I'm just here to get my baby out of jail
Yes, warden, I'm just here to get my baby out of jail

I will wash all your clothes
I will scrub all your clothes
If that will get my baby out of jail
Yes, warden, I'm just here to get my baby out of jail

I will pawn you my watch
I will pawn you my chain
I will pawn you my gold diamond ring
Yes, warden, I'm just here to get my baby out of jail

When those gates swung wide apart
She held her darling to her heart
She kissed kissed her baby boy and then she died
Yes, warden, in the arms of her dear boy there she died
Yes, warden, in the arms of her dear boy there she died

Sure, listeners Rolling Eyes
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Letty
 
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Reply Sat 17 Sep, 2005 07:37 pm
goodnight, my friends, listeners, and contributors:










Dark Is The Night For All
It's time we said goodnight.
Time now to decide
O' don't you feel so small
Dark is the night for all

It's time we moved out West
This time will be the best
And when the evenings fall
Dark is the night for all

It's time...yeah, to break free
It's time to pull away
For you and for me

It's time...yeah, to break free
We need to celebrate the mystery

It's time we said goodnight
Time for you and me
O' don't you feel so small
Dark is the night for all

From Letty with love
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 18 Sep, 2005 03:54 am
My, my. It's very quiet in our studio this morning, and this is the perfect time to think about the world and all that therein lies, right listeners?

Thought for Today: ``Your joys and sorrows. You can never tell them. You cheapen the inside of yourself if you do tell them.''

Greta Garbo, Swedish-born actress (1905-1990).



09/17/05 20:00

To me, folks, that's an interesting observation about personal feelings and interpersonal relationships.

Yesterday, our Raggedy noted the birthday of William Carlos Williams and I found a memory amidst this wild flower:

William Carlos Williams (1883-1963)
Queen-Anne's Lace
Her body is not so white as
anemony petals nor so smooth -- nor
so remote a thing. It is a field
of the wild carrot taking
the field by force; the grass
does not raise above it.
Here is no question of whiteness,
white as can be, with a purple mole
at the center of each flower.
Each flower is a hand's span
of her whiteness. Wherever
his hand has lain there is
a tiny purple blemish. Each part
is a blossom under his touch
to which the fibres of her being
stem one by one, each to its end,
until the whole field is a
white desire, empty, a single stem,
a cluster, flower by flower,
a pious wish to whiteness gone over --
or nothing.

Lovely, no?
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Letty
 
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Reply Sun 18 Sep, 2005 04:54 am
and a song, listeners, to accompany the wild wood flower:

Queen Anne's Lace

Queen Anne's Lace grows
All along the picket fence
Accompanied by fern
And English clover.

As the dew gives the whole world a morning rinse,
The early morning voices
Talk it over.


In the yard there are
Summer flowers here and there
Surrounded by an uncut
Summer lawn.

The oak tree and the apple make a handsome pair
In these
The first, dim, hopeful rays
Of dawn.


And I can't help thinking
When I think of you
How you used to long for someplace
where the air was clear.

And if I could write you,
Even just a post card,
I'd say "Hello,
I'm doing fine.
Wish you were here."

Queen Anne's Lace grows
All along the picket fence
Accompanied by fern
And English clover.

As the dew gives the whole world a morning rinse,
The early morning voices
Talk it over.

And I can't help thinking
How much you'd like it here,
Surrounded by an uncut
Summer lawn;

For I have never seen a day so bright and clear
As in these
First, dim, hopeful rays
Of dawn.
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Sun 18 Sep, 2005 05:19 am
Samuel Johnson
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Dr Samuel Johnson (September 7, 1709 Old Style/September 18 New Style 1-December 13, 1784), often referred to simply as Dr Johnson, was one of England's greatest literary figures: a critic, poet, essayist, biographer and lexicographer whose bons mots are still frequently quoted in print today.


Life and work

The son of a poor bookseller, Johnson was born in Lichfield, Staffordshire. He attended Lichfield Grammar School, and from 1728 to 1731, Pembroke College, Oxford. Though he was a formidable student, poverty forced him to leave Oxford without taking a degree. He attempted to work as a teacher and schoolmaster, but these ventures were not successful. At the age of twenty-five, he married Elizabeth "Tetty" Porter, a widow twenty-one years his senior.


In 1737, Johnson, penniless, left for London together with his former pupil David Garrick. Johnson found employment with Edward Cave, writing for The Gentleman's Magazine. For the next three decades, Johnson wrote biographies, poetry, essays, pamphlets, parliamentary reports and even prepared a catalogue for the sale of the Harleian Library. Johnson lived in poverty for much of this time. The poem "London" (1738) and the Life of Savage (1745), a biography of Johnson's friend and fellow writer Richard Savage, who had shared in Johnson's poverty and died in 1744, are important works of this period.

Johnson began on one of his most important works, A Dictionary of the English Language, in 1747. It was not completed until 1755. Although it was widely praised and enormously influential, Johnson did not profit from it much financially, since he had to bear the expenses of its long composition. At the same time he was working on his dictionary, Johnson was also writing a series of bi-weekly essays under the title The Rambler. These essays, often on moral and religious topics, tended to be more grave than the title of the series would suggest. The Rambler ran until 1752. Although not originally popular, they found a large audience once they were collected in volume form. Johnson's wife died shortly after the final number appeared.


Johnson began another essay series, The Idler, in 1758. It ran weekly for two years. The Idler essays were published in a weekly news journal, rather than as an independent publication like The Rambler. They were shorter and lighter than the Rambler essays. In 1759, Johnson published his satirical novel Rasselas, said to have been written in two weeks to pay for his mother's funeral. At some point, however, Johnson gained a reputation for being a notoriously slow writer, and poet Charles Churchill wrote of him that He for subscribers baits his hook - and takes your cash, but where's the book.[1]

In 1762, Johnson was awarded a government pension of three hundred pounds a year, largely through the efforts of Thomas Sheridan and the Earl of Bute. Johnson met James Boswell, his future biographer, in 1763. Around the same time, Johnson formed "The Club", a social group that included his friends Joshua Reynolds, Edmund Burke, David Garrick and Oliver Goldsmith. By now, Johnson was a celebrated figure. He received an honorary doctorate from Trinity College, Dublin in 1765, and one from Oxford ten years later.

In 1765, he met Henry Thrale, a wealthy brewer and member of Parliament, and his wife Hester Thrale. They quickly became friends, and soon Johnson became a member of the family. He stayed with the Thrales for fifteen years until Henry's death in 1781. Hester's reminiscences of Johnson, together with her diaries and correspondence, are second only to Boswell's as a source of biographical information on Johnson.

In 1773, ten years after he met Boswell, the two set out on A Journey to the Western Islands of Scotland, and two years later Johnson's account of their travels was published under that title. (Boswell's The Journal of a Tour to the Hebrides was published in 1786) Their visit to the Scottish Highlands and Hebrides took place when pacification after the Jacobite Risings was crushing the Clan system and Gaelic culture which was increasingly being romanticised. Johnson proceeded to attack the claims that James Macpherson's Ossian poems were translations of ancient Scottish literature, on the basis that the Gaelic language "never was a written language." This reveals Johnson's undoubted anti-Gaelic and anti-Scottish prejudice, but also perhaps some of the paranioia left-over after being fooled by a Scotsman called William Lauder into proclaiming John Milton a fraud, before consequently being made to look ridiculous by yet another Scot, John Douglas.

Johnson's final major work was the Lives of the English Poets, a project commissioned by a consortium of London booksellers. The Lives, which were critical as well as biographical studies, appeared as prefaces to selections of each poet's work.

Johnson died in 1784 and is buried in Westminster Abbey.

Large and powerfully built, Johnson had poor eyesight and was hard of hearing. His face was deeply scarred from childhood scrofula. Johnson suffered from a number of tics and larger jerky involuntary movements; symptoms described by his contemporaries suggest that Johnson may have suffered from Tourette's syndrome and possibly obsessive-compulsive disorder. He tended towards melancholia. Johnson was a compassionate man, supporting a number of poor friends under his own roof. He was a devout, conservative Anglican as well as a staunch Tory. He admitted to sympathies for the Jacobite cause but by the reign of George III he came to accept the Hanoverian Succession.

Johnson's fame is due in part to the success of Boswell's Life of Johnson. Boswell, however, met Johnson when Johnson had already achieved a degree of fame and stability; Boswell's biography puts disproportionate emphasis on the last years of Johnson's life. Consequently, Johnson has been seen more as a gruff, lovable clubman than as the struggling and poverty-stricken writer that he was for the greater part of his life.

His time in Birmingham (after leaving Oxford and before he moved to London) is remembered by a frieze in the city's Old Square, an area much changed from when he lived there. Birmingham Central Library has a Johnson Collection. It has around 2,000 volumes of works by him, and books and periodicals about him. It includes many of his first editions.


Notes

1 After Britain's change from the Julian calendar to the Gregorian calendar in 1752, Johnson celebrated his birthday on September 18.

2 Dr. Johnson (played by Robbie Coltrane) featured in the third series of Blackadder (in the episode titled 'Ink and Incapability'), presenting his dictionary to Prince George for his patronage, whereupon it is believed to be burnt by Baldrick; Blackadder then attempts to rewrite the whole thing in one night.
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Sun 18 Sep, 2005 05:25 am
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Sun 18 Sep, 2005 05:31 am
Greta Garbo
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.


Greta Garbo (September 18, 1905 - April 15, 1990) was a Swedish-American actress.

She was born Greta Lovisa Gustafsson in Stockholm, Sweden, the youngest of three children born to Karl Alfred Gustafsson (1871-1920) and Anna Lovisa Johansson (1872-1944). Her older sister and brother were Alva and Sven.


Becoming an actress


When Greta was fourteen, her father, to whom she was extremely close, died, and her relationship with her mother was, at best, strained. Consequently, she was forced to leave school and go to work. Her first job was as a lather girl in a barbershop. She then became a clerk in a department store, where she would also model for newspaper ads. Her first motion picture aspirations came when she appeared in an advertising shot for the department store where she worked. That led to another short movie, which was seen by comedy director Eric Petscher. He cast her in a small part for the movie Peter The Tramp (1922).

From 1922 to 1924, she studied at the prestigious Royal Dramatic Theatre in Stockholm. While she was there, she met the Swedish director Mauritz Stiller. He trained her in cinema acting technique and cast her in a major role in Gösta Berlings Saga (1924) (English: The Story of Gösta Berling). He also gave her the stage name Greta Garbo. She starred in two movies in Sweden and one in Germany.

When Stiller went to the United States in 1925 to work for Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, he insisted that Garbo be given a contract as well. But their relationship came to an end as her fame grew. He was fired by MGM and returned to Sweden in 1928, where he died soon after.


Life in Hollywood

The most important of Garbo's silent movies were The Torrent (1926), Flesh and the Devil (1927) and Love (1927). The latter two she starred in with the popular leading man John Gilbert. Her name was linked with his in a much publicized romance, and she was said to have left him standing at the altar when she changed her mind about getting married. The actress reportedly had several lesbian lovers, including the actress Louise Brooks and the writer/socialite Mercedes de Acosta. She also had an on-and-off affair with the primarily homosexual British photographer Cecil Beaton, to whom she was briefly engaged.

Having achieved enormous success as a silent movie star, she was one of the few who made the transition to talkies. Her low, husky voice with Swedish accent was heard on screen for the first time in Eugene O'Neill's Anna Christie (1930), which was publicized with the slogan "Garbo Talks." The movie was a huge success, but Garbo personally hated her performance.

Unfortunately, her one-time fiancé, John Gilbert, whose popularity was waning, did not fare as well after the advent of sound and his career faltered.

When she was filming, if something happened that she was not pleased with she would say, "I think I'll go back to Sweden!" This would frighten the movie studio heads, who gave in to her every wish. She was known for always having a closed set to all visitors. No one could watch as her scenes were shot. Garbo appeared very seductive as the World War I spy in the title role of Mata Hari (1932). The censors complained about her revealing outfit shown on the movie poster. She was next part of an all star cast in Grand Hotel (film) (1932).

She then had a contract dispute with MGM and did not appear on the screen for almost two years. They finally settled and she signed a new contract, which granted her almost total control over her movies. She exercised that control by getting her leading man on Queen Christina (1934), Laurence Olivier, replaced with Gilbert. David O. Selznick wanted her cast as the dying heiress in Dark Victory in 1935, but she insisted on being cast instead in another screen version of Tolstoy's classic Anna Karenina. She had made a silent version, Love, with John Gilbert in (1927).

Her performance as the doomed courtesan in Camille (movie) (1937) was called the finest ever recorded on film. She then starred opposite Melvyn Douglas in the comedy Ninotchka (1939) by director Ernst Lubitsch.

Garbo was nominated for the Academy Award for Academy Award for Best Actress for Anna Christie (1930), Romance (1930 movie) (1930)), Camille (movie) (1937) and Ninotchka (1939).

Greta Garbo was considered one of the most glamorous movie stars of the 1920s and 1930s. She was also famous for shunning publicity, which became part of the Garbo mystique. Her famous byline was, "I want to be alone," spoken with a heavy accent which made the word 'want' sound like 'vont'. Except at the very beginning of her career, she granted no interviews, signed no autographs, attended no premieres and answered no fan mail. According to private letters released in Sweden in 2005 to mark the centenary of the film star's birth, she was reclusive in part because she was self-obsessed, depressive, and ashamed of her latrine-cleaner father. They also show that Garbo remained single in the United States because of an unrequited love for her drama school sweetheart, the Swedish actress Mimi Pollak [1].

Ninotchka was a successful attempt at lightening Garbo's image and making her less exotic, complete with the insertion of a scene in which her character breaks into joyful laughter which subsequently provided the film with its famous tagline, "Garbo laughs!"

A follow-up film, Two-Faced Woman (1941), attempted to capitalize by casting Garbo in a romantic comedy, where she would play a double role that also featured her dancing. The film, directed by George Cukor, was a failure. It was Garbo's last screen appearance.

It is often reported that Garbo chose to retire from cinema after this film's failure, but already by 1937 she was becoming more choosy about her roles, and eventually years passed without her agreeing to do another film. By her own admission, Garbo felt that after World War II the world changed, perhaps forever.

In 1949, Garbo filmed a screen test as she considered reentering the movie business, but otherwise never stepped in front of a movie camera again. There were suggestions that she might appear as the "Duchess de Guermantes" in a film adaptation of "Remembrance of Things Past," but this never came to fruition. She withdrew from the entertainment world completely and moved to a secluded life in New York City, refusing to make any public appearances. Up until her death, Garbo sightings were considered sport for paparazzi photographers.


Secluded retirement


Garbo felt her movies had their proper place in history and would gain in value. On February 9, 1951, she became a naturalized citizen of the United States. She was awarded a special Academy Award for her unforgettable performances in 1954. In the mid-1950s, she bought a seven room apartment in New York at 450 East 52nd Street, where she lived for the rest of her life.

She would at times jet-set with some of the world's best known personalities, such as Aristotle Onassis and others, but chose to live a private life. She spent time gardening flowers and vegetables and was known for taking walks through New York streets dressed casually and wearing large sunglasses, always avoiding prying eyes, the paparazzi and media attention.

Garbo lived the last years of her life in absolute seclusion. She had invested very wisely, was known for extreme frugality, and was a very wealthy woman. It is rumored that she wrote an autobiography just before her death but this book has yet to be published if it exists.

She died at age 84 as a result of renal failure in New York and was cremated. She had previously been operated and treated for breast cancer, which she apparently beat. She left her estate to her niece. Her ashes are buried at the Skogskyrkogården Cemetery in Stockholm, Sweden.

Greta Garbo has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 6901 Hollywood Boulevard in Hollywood.


Garbo's legacy

As part of a series of stamps issued by the U.S. Postal Service commemorating movie stars, it was announced in May of 2005 that Greta Garbo will be appearing on an American postage stamp honoring her enduring status as an icon.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greta_Garbo
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bobsmythhawk
 
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Reply Sun 18 Sep, 2005 05:46 am
Rossano Brazzi

Actor : Born September 18, 1916 - Bologna, Italy
From All Movie Guide: Bologna-born Rosanno Brazzi abandoned his law studies at San Marco University when his parents were killed by fascists. Becoming an actor, Brazzi rapidly rose to matinee-idol status after his film debut in 1939; but while making faces before the Mussolini-controlled cameras by day, he was tirelessly active in the Resistance by night. He made his first Hollywood film, Little Women, in 1949, but it was his multi-hued portrayal of the impotent Count Vincenzo Toriato-Faurini in The Barefoot Contessa (1954) that won him international stardom. He went on to play such suave Europeans as Renato di Rossi in Summertime (1955) and Emile DeBecque in South Pacific (1958), after which his film roles tended to become routine and repetitive. An occasional visitor to television after his first small-screen appearance on a 1960 episode of The June Allyson Show, Brazzi was a regular on the Harold Robbins-created series The Survivors (1969), playing Onassis clone Antaeus Riakos. Turning to directing in the mid-1960s (sometimes under the nom de film of Edward Ross), Brazzi's best-known effort in this capacity was the modest family-oriented film The Christmas That Almost Wasn't (1966). From 1940 to 1981, Rosanno Brazzi was the husband of actress Lidia Bartalini; after her death, he married another actress, Ilse Fischer. ~ Hal Erickson, All Movie Guide
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lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein II, music by Richard Rodgers
from the musical "South Pacific"


Some enchanted evening you may see a stranger
You may see a stranger across a crowded room
And somehow you know, you know even then
That somewhere you'll see her again and again

Some enchanted evening, someone may be laughing
You may hear her laughing across a crowded room
And night after night, as strange as it seems
The sound of her laughter will sing in your dreams

Who can explain it, who can tell you why
Fools give you reasons, wise men never try

Some enchanted evening, when you find your true love
When you feel her call you across a crowded room
Then fly to her side and make her your own
Or all through your life you may dream all alone

Once you have found her, never let her go
Once you have found her, never let her go
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