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Speaking of eating, listeners, our Cavfancier is in the hospital with a staph infection. Please put your best wishes here:

http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=1166117#1166117

Mrs. Cav would like to deliver the print outs to the hospital

Correctamundo! Well done Raggedy.

I thought it was Bella Noce- so I would have been wrong.
Ah, those tremulous mandolins, the singing waiters, the candles in the chianti bottles, the red checked tablecloth....

And spaghetti for one to be shared by two.

Birthday Celebs for today:

1478 Sir Thomas More, scholar and Lord Chancellor of England (London, England; died 1535)
1812 Charles Dickens, novelist (Portsmouth, England; died 1870)
1867 Laura Ingalls Wilder, children's author (Lake Pepin, WI; died 1957)
1883 Eubie Blake, composer/pianist/singer (Baltimore, MD; died 1983)
1885 Sinclair Lewis, novelist (Sauk Center, MN; died 1951)
1932 Gay Talese, author (Ocean City, NJ)
1953 Dan Quisenberry, baseball pitcher (Santa Monica, CA; died 1998)
1954 Miguel Ferrer, actor (Santa Monica, CA)
1960 James Spader, actor (Boston, MA)
1962 Garth Brooks, country singer (Tulsa, OK)
1966 Chris Rock, comedian/actor (South Carolina)

Time for a poetry reading.
Here's one I looked out earlier:

This is my own my native land

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
'This is my own, my native land'
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned
As home his footsteps he hath turned
From wandering on a foreign strand?
If such there breathe, go mark him well,
For him no Minstrel raptures swell,
High through his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim,
Despite those titles, power and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung
Unwept, unhonoured and unsung

By Sir Walter Scott

I remember seeing that quoted in "The Man Without a Country"
when we read it in school. I love the desolation of that last line.

Man Without a Country. My word, George, how did you remember that?
Who was the main character? AHA! Phillip Nolan, right?

I remember as a first time reader, I was stunned by the line:

"Damn the United States. I wish I may never hear of the United States again." (something like that)

Well, listeners. We have music, we have fun, we have seasons in the sun, and in between, some serious stuff.

So, sit right down and write us all a letter,
And we know it will be straight from you.
You can write words oh, so sweet,
That will knock us off our feet.
A lot of kisses on the bottom,
We'll be glad we got 'em.
Write and say we hope Cav's feeling better,
and close with love the way we always do.

So yawl sit right down and write us all a letter.
You know we love to hear from you.

"Let's take a trip to Niagara
This time, we'll look at the fall...."

I always thought that line was cute, from the old Sinatra song. I'm sure you know which.
Niagara was a favourite honeymoon spot, was it not, in the 1930s?

Catering to honeymooners is still big business there. Lots of hotels offer
heart-shaped tubs, vibrating beds, and other putatively romantic amenties.

Good Day All! Lots of celeb birthdays for February 8:

1820 William Tecumseh Sherman, Civil War general (Lancaster, OH; died 1891)
1828 Jules Verne, science fiction writer (Nantes, France; died 1905)
1851 Kate Chopin, novelist/short-story writer (St. Louis, MO; died 1904)
1925 Jack Lemmon, actor (Boston, MA)
1931 James Dean, actor (Fairmont, IN; died 1955)
1932 John Williams, composer/conductor/pianist (New York, NY)
1940 Ted Koppel, TV journalist (Lancashire, England)
Nick Nolte, actor (Omaha, NE)
1942 Robert Klein, comedian/actor (New York, NY)
1953 Mary Steenburgen, actress (Newport, AR)
1955 John Grisham, novelist (Jonesboro, AR)
1968 Gary Coleman, actor (Zion, IL)
1970 Alonzo Mourning, basketball player (Chesapeake, VA)



Joe: What are you gonna do on your honeymoon?
Jerry: He wants to go to the Riviera but I kinda lean towards Niagara Falls.

Oh, my Gawd, Raggedy. Tony and Jack in drag.

and here's all of McTag's Sinatra song, listeners:




Let's take a boat to Bermuda
Let's take a plane to Saint Paul.
Let's take a kayak to Quincy or Nyack,
Let's get away from it all.

Let's take a trip in a trailer
No need to come back at all.
Let's take a powder to Boston for chowder,
Let's get away from it all.

We'll travel 'round from town to town,
We'll visit ev'ry state.
I'll repeat, "I love you sweet!"
In all the forty-eight.(we can tell the age of this one)

Let's go again to Niag'ra
This time we'll look at the Fall.
Let's leave our hut, dear,
Get out of our rut, dear,
Let's get away from it all.

And from George, word for the day:
putatively.

and here's an interesting news item for all you love sick listeners:

Health - AFP


Lovesickness might be just that, experts warn

Sun Feb 6, 7:14 AM ET Health - AFP



LONDON (AFP) - The concept of lovesickness might be more than just a flighty poetic notion, as it can burden the afflicted with genuine mental trauma, a British psychological study warned.









In the most serious cases the "disease" can prove fatal, the researchers said, calling for lovesickness to be taken more seriously by the medical profession.


For many centuries, the manias, depressions and obsessions associated with romantic love were considered a genuine state of mind rather than an affectation, clinical psychologist and author Dr Frank Tallis said.


However, in the past two centuries lovesickness had fallen out of favour as a proper diagnosis, Tallis said in a report for The Psychologist magazine, the official publication of the British Psychological Society.


In the modern era, while love was still associated with madness, this was only likely to be in the lyrics of a pop song, Tallis noted.


"The average clinical psychologist will not receive referral letters from GPs (general practitioners) and psychiatrists mentioning lovesickness," Tallis said.


"However, careful examination of the sanitised language will reveal that lovesickness may well be the underlying problem.


"Many people are referred for help who cannot cope with the intensity of love, have been destabilised by falling in love, or who suffer on account of their love being unrequited."


Symptoms can include mania, such as elevated moods and inflated self-esteem, depression, or obsessive compulsive disorder, such as repeatedly checking for e-mails.


The most serious cases could lead to suicide, the article said.


"Although there is much modern research into the treatment of relationship and psychosexual problems, there is little dealing with the specific problem of lovesickness," Tallis said.


"Perhaps now is the time for us to take it more seriously and take a lead from those ancient clinicians who diagnosed and treated it like any other complaint."

I'm glad to hear someone's finally realizing it's more than just a mood. It does "destabilize" a person, often resulting in profound depression and/or bipolar symptoms. So now I am really curious...how should it be "treated"?

Advice to the lovesick?
Sung to the Habanera from "Carmen". Have you got that Habanera beat?

Dat's Love

I won't pick out a man
And he won't pick out me
It don't go that way
You can't ever know
Where your crazy heart wants to go.

Love's a baby that grows up wild
And he won't do what you want him to
Love ain't nobody's angel child
And he won't pay any mind to you.

One man gives me his diamond stud
And I won't give him a cigarette
One man treats me like I was mud
And all I got that man can get

You go for me and I'm taboo
But if it's hard to get a go for you
And if I do, then you are through boy
My baby that's the end of you

The end of you

So take your cue boy
Don't say I didn't tell you true
I told you truly
I told you true
If I love you, that's the end of you.

Well, Eva. We could take the Benvolio approach when young Romeo was moping around over Rosaline:

"....Take some new infection into thy eye..."(or something like that).

Or we could use Emily Dickinson's approach in her poem "She Rose to his Requirement."

But I think this particular malady should be treated as a psychological deficit, if you will.

There ain't no cure for love
There ain't no cure for love
All the rocket ships are climbing through the sky
The holy books are open wide
The doctors working day and night
But they'll never ever find that cure,
That cure for love

L Cohen

My goodness, dys and Raggedy. Carmen and Cohen does sound rather like a couch couple.

Strangely, I am now thinking of Hank Williams and his unhappy life:

Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Words and music by irving mills and cliff friend

Capo: 3rd fret key: f play: d
I got a [d] feelin' called the blu-ues, oh, lawd
Since my baby said good-[a7] bye
And I don't know what I'll do-oo-oo
All I do is sit and [d] [p] sigh-igh, oh, lawd
That [d7] last long [g] day she said good-[g7] bye
Well [d] lawd I thought I would [b7] cry
She'll [e7] do me, she'll do you, she's got that kind of lovin'
[a7] lawd, I love to hear her when she calls me
Sweet [d] [p] dad-ad-ad-dy, [d] such a beautiful [a7] dream
I hate to think it all o-o-ver
I've lost my heart it [f#] seems
I've grown [d7] so [g] used to you some-[g7] how
Well, I'm [d] nobody's sugar-[b7] daddy now
And I'm [e7] lo-on-lonesome [a7]
I got the lovesick [d] blu-ues.

Well, I'm in [f#] love, I'm in love, with a [bm] beautiful gal
[f#] that's what's the matter with [bm] me
Well, I'm in [f#] love, I'm in love, with a [bm] beautiful gal
But [e7] she don't care about [a7] me
Lawd, I tried and I tried, to keep her satisfied
But she [d7] just wouldn't stay
So [e7] now that she is lea-eav-in'
This is all I can [a7] say.

Repeat 1st verse

Oh my goodness. Hank used a capo?

Now that I'm older, listeners. I appreciate so many types and genre of music that I thought un "uncool" when I was a brat.

"When" i was a brat?

"I got the rockin' pneumonia
Need a shot of rhythm 'n' blues...."

Well, McTag. Can you hold that thought a moment? I just gotta finish out dys' brat thing:

When I was a brat,
And old shep was a pup.
O'er hills and meadows we'd stray.
Just a brat and her dog,
We were both full of fun.
We grew up together that way.

I remember the time,
At the old swimin' hole,
When I would have drowned without doubt.

Old Shep was right there,
To the rescue he came.
He jumped in and helped pull me out.

(can't go on. It's tooooooooooooooo sad)

Now, Brit. What's this about the blues? Must be raining in Manchester. Hey, where's smorgs?

I'm off tomorrow morning earleee

To see Walter in Germaneeee

Until Sundeeee

Wish me bon voyage, and hello Walt.

I will prob write a few lines from Westphalia, and sing a few verses of "Muss i' Denn". (Wooden Heart)