My Baby Just Cares for Me on the Finally Friday Freakout

I needed Friday to happen around Monday morning. Egad, it was a long day at the Salt Mine. To tell the truth, I have been looking for my Valentine's present.

Yes, I am gifting myself. The only thing is I can't buy a camera or camcorder. I have to go beyond the usual desires. It is one of those conceptual gifts that once I get it I can pass it around.

I know it exist but finding it has been a challenged. Might have to improvise.



So this is a bit of fun from the great folks at Aardman Animation. The vocal is Nina Simone's My Baby Just Cares for Me.

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Incomming - Response to the Dodge Super Bowl Ad

First came the Levi's Dockers Male Reclamation advertisement. Now Dodge want to shore up masculine identity.

You've sacrificed a lot, but surely there is a limit to your chivalry. Drive the car you want to drive.

These are the good old days because there is now the ability to respond. Check it out:



They say pick your battles and not fight every war. I say pay attention to the words that lead to war. Then look to the war profiteers.

Make love, not war. Reduce unnecessary consumption. Don't believe the hype.

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The Gift of Curiosity For The Imaginary Box

Curiosity is my birthright. I am curious, color spectrum; not just yellow. In my teens and twenties I was trying to understand the mechanics. In the thirties it was about energy containment. Later it became an understanding of the creative spiritual nature of sex and communion.

Here I am standing a degree or two away from where I started. I have loved. I have lusted. I have been bone hungry. I have been on sabbatical from the noise of contention.

One thing I do know is that I need to explore. I need to listen (still working on that one) and remind myself that love, communication and sex are all on a continuum.

There is a charge point that is transcendent. You don't need a partner to get there but it is nice not to travel alone. Then again going it alone lets you decide what you want, need and there isn’t anyone around to say no.

Go with the perks.

In the meantime, I open up to the next plane which I am finding is the most challenging; to operate on the innate love within and connecting to, well, whatever you want to call it.

Some folks say resonance, others Spirit and still others don’t have a name for it; it just makes them feel good. This is very hard when people are pumping fear or hate all over the joint.

I go in search of finding the love within.
I place the gift of curiosity inside of the imaginary box.

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Love In the Spirit of The Sun Magazine

With that dang book about compromising on a marriage partner still bouncing around and other folks are fighting to get into and out of marriages it makes me almost proud that i am single woman.

Yes. I'm holding out for the relationship thing. I was re-evaluating my thoughts on free range thumpety thump. If it was just the sex we'd all be perhaps not quite so tense.

The Sun Magazine has heart pounding writing. Each and every month there is gold coming out of North Carolina. Sy Safransky is the editor and publisher.


Sy has been known to write about his wife and his feelings about her. There is a part of me that wants to be wanted like that I don't think it is buying into the mythology. I'm not hooking up with a bump machine to get a cardboard version of a companion.

I want the real thing and it seems to be possible.

He isn't perfect. He also writes about his dreams that don't involve his wife. This would be ok with me because I understand a vivid dream life.

I read about the curl and soothe my spirit for a time. I needed to remember that there are fellas who feel this way about their partners.

The Sun Magazine encourages solid writing and photography. It is a narrative storytelling that isn't a selling point or a way to establish credibility.

It is my heart to your heart via text and photos.

I long for the day when the magazine will have digital or .pdf copies for sale because the magazine is hard to find at chain bookstores. The few remaining newsstands in Los Angeles are disappearing.

If I could I'd send a copy overseas to show we are not as ignorant and stupid as we appear to be via television.

We are flawed, yes, but there are places where our true spirit lives. This is one of them.

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The Gift of Permission For the Imaginary Box

This is one of those moments that smacks you upside the head. I have had a mental loop of a scene in a movie that comes back to me from time to time. The movie is The Devil in Miss Jones. The link is to the specific scene in the movie and nothing more.


For those on work lock down it or otherwise video prohibited it is the scene where Miss Jones is about to be enroll in the School of Carnal Knowledge. Miss Jones meets "The Teacher."

The Teacher removes the inhibitions that probably caused Miss Jones to take the express train out of life in the first place. The scene has always been my favorite part.

Now I know some of you are not happy that she bowed down to a man and he was the one to remove her blockage. I get where you are coming from really. In 1973, and even much later when I saw the movie in college, the removal of inhibitions was hot stuff.

When you turned 18 and was free to do it but you were unclear as to what it was or how to get going. Truthfully, some of us needed help. So no, I can't do the revisionist history thing. This is how it was expressed at the time.

Did the scene cause me to go buck wild? No.

It does serve as a on-going mental talisman about constructing my own personal spheres of sexual permission. What do I like? What is the about and does it fit with where I am now? What are my boundaries? What is the limit?

The photo below is of modern day Georgina Spelvin. Many years later I find myself reading her web site. She is a real person who writes about how she really did not expect people to see the movie.

Older. A woman with perspective of the path that got her where she is today. Georgina tells a bit of the story in the (NSFW) video. You can click the photo for the video.

The older woman in the video is a hoot. I like her. Does it take away my appreciation for that scene? No. It is more like looking at a painting. That scene and what I bring to it is separate and apart from the artist who created it. One is imaginary. The other is flesh and blood.

So the first gift in the imaginary box for Valentine's Day is the gift of remembering to honor and validate internal and external (if you choose to) expressions of sexuality.

Those with faith based restrictions or who believe that it is only for procreation purposes shouldn't have been reading this deep in to the post in the first place.

For the rest of us, well maybe a reclamation project is in order. For some people try a new stroke or meet a new bloke. For other folks perhaps a time to pull back and review how thin you are spreading yourself around.

On this day, I place the gift of permission into the box.

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Prelude to Gifts I Should Remember to Give Myself

I have decided that I'm going to do February 14th differently this year. I was staring to get irritated with the VD ads for underwear, chocolate and the implicit messages, instructions and tutorials on how to please your man. I don't have one, a man I mean. It is not like I can stroll into JCPenney's and flip the racks in the men folk's department until I find the guy that fits.

Now if JCP decided to get innovative and have a registry where you could obtain a vetted and verifiable man of your desires I do think it would brighten the profit outlook of the chain. Then again, the return policy would be a nightmare. The idea needs more thought.

Yeah, like I was saying, I could gripe about this but I want to start transmuting problems into solutions.

There has to be a different ways to accommodate the spirit of love, affirmation, sex, libido without being partnered or insulted. Or offended. A counter balance to the mercantile syrup that passes for reminders of romantic attention.

Because it is not wrong to remind yourself that you are loved. That you have the right to nurture yourself. It is not wrong to buy lacy undies for yourself. Or romantic or sexual literature or 65% cacao powered chocolate.

Still, those things don't do it for me. I'm thinking about considering creating a non-partner intimacy kit. Which is technically impossible because even if you are alone there is another person somewhere that is helping your out.

It is an experiment. Not promising every day but I want to create a kind of memory for people who some day might give a damn.

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All Night Long on the Finally Friday Freakout

Keely Smith? I had never heard of the woman until I stumbled into a video. Keely was performing during the transition time between the poodle skirt and the mini skirt. Think of the Mad Man years. In between was Keely.

This is Keely singing All Night Long.



For a time she hung out with a cat named Louis Prima who was a force a nature by himself. This was classic fire and ice and sometimes you had to work out which was which. Usually Keely was the ice as Louis was burning up the joint.



This is their rendition of Don't Worry About Me. Mr. Prima passed away in the 1970s. Keely Smith is still performing. For more info on her check out her Wikipedia page.

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