patricia

:lol: Always do.

PATTY, Pardon my impertinence but..IS YOUR NAME JSANGRY!!?? DEEP Your impertinence is pardoned. If you post your story, is it only for JSangry?? If so, I'll avert my gaze, as will all who view this thread, out of respect for your and JSangry's privacy. I just checked my passport and, having viewed the picture and the identity details, I am, indeed, NOT JSangry. My apologies for my own impertinence.

Please do. You're right about the WW1 guys. There were still some around when I was a kid and they were certainly not as gung-ho as my dad and his war buddies were, many of whom lived in the same town where I grew up. However, I saw "All Quiet On The Western Front" with Dad and he said that that is far more indicative of the plight of the foot soldier than any other film he'd seen. I was surprised at his empathy, considering that it was told from the German point of view, about WW1. Back then, they quite often saw their adversary, close up, rather than just dropping bombs from a plane. Different world then.

Beautiful, Jazz. My favourite poem was written by Francis W. Bourdillon [1852-1951] Here it is: The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one. Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done. [And you thought this was a Bobby Vinton composition.]

Sounds good to me. Love the board. I'll try to control myself.

Women are just so darn sensitive. I guess his having received the Croix de Guerre didn't amount to a hill of beans, to his wife, compared to the hot chickie pic. Come to think of it, my late father had similar pictures, wisely kept in a box in his junk drawer, along with tons of tin and his German lugar. He told me it was "taken off the body of a Nazi", but he winked when he said that. I gather that they could be picked up all over the place in little shops that specialized in war memorabilia. So, who knows how many were actually acquired as the spoils of war?? There are so many of them around that it's a lot like slivers from the true cross.

HEY NOW. I'm sensuous, but not STUPID. I will not risk my dignity, nor my integrety as a serious Organissimo poster by doing such a provocative thing and thus getting banned. Otherwise I would. I wonder if the one of me in just my Viking headgear and knee-high leather boots would preserve the dignity of the board and, at the same time, demonstrate my bravery in battle. Perhaps not.

Thank you Chris. As you see, it's elegant, without being gaudy or ostentatious.

I don't know what the hell that is but I *AM* AROUSED!!Any chance of you posting a photo of you attired in it?? DEEP Just the Krigskorset itself, with my usual toque and athletic socks??? It's the War Cross [with sword], awarded, in Norway, to civilians and military people who have distinguished themselves by exhibiting personal bravery in service. It was instituted in 1941, by King Haakon V11 and equivilant to the Knights Of The British Empire. Looks great on a black dress, which is how I display mine, usually.

Remarkable and unusual that the Croix de Guerre would be awarded to an Italian, once removed, but I know that I wear my Krigskorset, with pride. It is true that the Croix de Guerre was awarded to many more Americans, but there was a joke about the WW11 Italian army tanks, involving their burned out reverse gears. Military people joke like that, apparantly.

I never thought I'd ever say this to a man but,.......YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND. :blink: Now there's a HUMBLE HAND MAIDEN!! Don't say you heard it here (or from me) but: Woman are to be OBSCENE and NOT HEARD. Patty, For your welcomed subservience please allow me to extend to you a kiss (and there is some tongue in it). DEEP Received and appreciated.

Yes. Interesting concept and it's nice to see Joe Montegna in a supporting role. I like it.

I never thought I'd ever say this to a man but,.......YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND. :blink:

You bet. Following your lead and ankling on out as well.

You're not alone. That's good. I was worried. Evan, It is good, [in The Christmas Mood] isn't it?? There is a Mr Jekyll in there.

Yeah, those are the people that cruise bars for fights. I, however, thrive on the mundane and routine, so I'm in no danger of succumbing to bored violent outbursts! I guess that we all like to hope that, when the occasion presents itself, we can somehow take the high road. Of course, that's not always possible, but, we can try. It's almost impossible to change someone else's mind about anything they have cast in their mind in stone. As the blood soaks into the cyber-cobblestones, what does it actually accomplish, if anything?? Yeah. Barfights are a kind of sport for some people, much like vandalism is for others. I don't try to understand it. Excitement for me is meeting new people and experiencing new things, not pissing people off for no reason. Sometimes I think I'm out of the loop, living in some parallel universe.

Some of the best, most interesting conversations are composed of knitpicking, or, as we say in Canada, nitpicking. Someone once said to me that conflict is kind of a holdover from caveman days when it was a case of survival of the fittest. Perhaps that's what it's all about. Now I suppose that it provides interest and excitement in otherwise mundane, routine lives. I like to argue about ideas and concepts and find that stimulating. However, the one fight in which I was inadvertantly involved, at fourteen, resulted in my being sat on by a big-ass schoolmate, being pounded. All I could think of was that I hoped she would get tired, before she killed me.

Jazz, Interesting points that you have made and I can't disagree. Perhaps "logical" was the wrong word. "Sensible" might have described what I meant more clearly. Choosing to impune one's ethnicity, family or personal trait would seem to be the lazy person's road to certain conflict. But, to what end? I know, I know, the person is, as they used to say "spoilin' for a fight", but is that really it?? It's so much more difficult to single out an actual offence, committed by the person standing in front of you in order to justify violence, either verbal or physical. Do we actually have some sort of primal need for constant disharmony?? Simply treating the insult as if it hadn't been uttered is seldom chosen as an option. As you say, that almost always works, but is hardly ever the avenue chosen. So, I wonder if we have some sort of inborn need for a low-level form of violence?? Cage-rattling seems to be almost a national and international past time.

Absolutely. So, you see, we're on the same side. My ethnicity is Norwegian/Scottish and I'm not sure if there ARE any ethnic slurs that can be directed at me because of it. History and age-old disputes and hatreds come back to affect people, hundreds of years later and it is totally illogical, as we see, demonstrated worldwide, on practically a daily basis.

This is a very disrespectful statement that I do not wish to condone with my silence. That is all. Jazz, Your objection to ethnic slurs is valid. They are, and have always been a red flag in front of an angry bull. However, there is nothing more predictable than rage at insults regarding our ethnicity, the one thing over which we have no control. Why do all of us, no matter what our origin, become so proud of our heritage that we're willing to fight anyone who uses it as an insult, even if normally we don't give it a second thought in our day to day life?? It's a serious question and one that I often ask, without ever getting a satisfactory answer. Wars have been fought over the apparant differences between disparate cultures, , so there must be a logical explanation. No, I am not being naive. For example, my mother, who was Scottish, refused to recognize the present Queen of England as Elizabeth the SECOND, because she was still furious that the first Queen Elizabeth [whom Catholics judged as illigitimate and thus not the rightful successor to the throne] executed Mary Queen of Scots, who was traditionally next in line to the throne of England, in a power stuggle in the sixteenth century. To this day, there is no love lost between the Scots and the English, and, by extention the Irish and the English, due to more recent events. And, so it goes. Power and greed, by the few, affecting thousands of their countrymen, poisoning the air for centuries. Maybe this could be the millenium that we could all start hating individuals for what they did to us, personally. Now THAT would make sense. Never happen, but I can hope. So Jazz, do you have any thoughts about this puzzling problem regarding the human condition??

Canadians...Sheesh! An accident of birth. Oddly, I never say "eh" and don't ever eat back bacon, since I'm a vegetarian. So, maybe I'm not really Canadian.

Jazzmoose, I know I'm shocked. Shocked. For some reason I'm reminded of the stand-up Lenny Bruce used to do, de-fanging the base vernacular, as well as racial and ethnic slurs. His contention was that they were all just words. I don't know if I agree with him. I tend to think that as insults they lack imagination. One's ethnicity is an accident of birth and means nothing. A black heart, whatever one's nationality, means everything. BTW, what happened to your old avatar?? That darling little moose, cavorting around was, well, I'll say it, sexy in a weird way and hypnotic, at least to me. I miss him.

Carefull, Patricia. You might get a warning for that one, maybe even two warnings for "In the Nutcraker Mood" alone. Thanks for havin' my back, John. I'll watch it from now on.

Before the solid waste hits the electrically-powered cooling device and somebody gets banned, or worse, I'd like to recommend the two Christmas collections, on Laserlight by the Glenn Miller Orchestra. Since it is, after all, The Season, I have been listening to "In The Christmas Mood" , as well as the very excellent "In The Nutcracker Mood", by the Glenn Miller Orchestra. I find that they are a welcome antidote to the constant Christmas collections, by EVERYONE, from country, to God knows who, playing constantly, constantly, constantly at work. By the time that Christmas is actually here, I won't care. However, good jazz, in a sea of hackneyed, overly sentimental pap, rampant at this time of the year is a welcome change. It's bad enough that it's dark as your pocket, it seems, for half the day, but if I hear Perry Como, or Bing Crosby sing Christmas carols, one more time, I am going to lose it. So, you might say that these two collections are an oasis of tranquility in a desert of forced, festive phoniness. At least it's good jazz, always welcome, any time of year, particularly now. Worthwhile.

Although almost everyone, of every genre of music has covered Dylan in one form or another, I still think that The Byrds and Peter Paul and Mary epitomized his music. I still can't hear "Don't Think Twice" by PP&M without tearing up. But, I like his own version of "A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Come", as well as the ONLY version worth listening to of "Leopard Skin Pillbox Hat". Who else could write, or perform lines like: "It sat on her head like a mattress on a bottle of wine" Still makes me smile.