Memorial Day and the Indy 500 2023

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Enjoy your Memorial Day and if you have a moment – a prayer to the winds for fallen Military would be appreciated whatever Gods you choose.

Here’s the “Go Fast – Turn Left” portion of the weekend.
dievca and 320,000 of her close friends…
Let’s just say the Indianapolis 500 was a crazy car race in 2023!

Photos: dievca Indianapolis 500  05/2023


In Nature – Indianapolis


Fleet Week NYC 2023

Fleet Week 2023

dievca finished her swim this morning and caught sight of the Fleet Week ships entering into NYC on the Hudson River.  Note the haze from the wildfires out west.  If you would like to watch a timelapse of the Fighter Planes, Helicopters, and Ships – https://www.fox5ny.com/video/1225154


Indianapolis 500 car #6 (1947 vs. 2023)

dievca is heading to Indiana this weekend for the Indianapolis 500.  she’s a neophyte when is comes to Indy Car racing “Go Fast, Turn Left”… so she is reading up on the race and trying to choose her driver.  The advancement of car technology is amazing!


A lowkey start to Saturday

Have a fabulous weekend and send dievca good vibes as she works. XO


“Laughter is the shortest distance between two people.” —Victor Borge

Sexy humor

If I can’t joke around with a guy and hold at least a decent conversation, there is no way sex will ever be on the table.” —Julia

Both genders prefer a partner with a sense of humor, believing that it is important not only in flirting and dating, but also within an enduring relationship. However, whereas men tend to look for a partner who appreciates their sense of humor, women tend to look for a man who makes them laugh. These tendencies are complementary. Indeed, research suggests that when two strangers meet and the man succeeds in making the woman laugh, the chances of her becoming interested in forming a relationship increase (Hall, 2015; Cassata, 2016).

Humor crops up in various forms between Master and His dievca – makes for diversity and is a Joy.


Dealing with drag ~ in the physics sense

In fluid dynamics, drag (sometimes called fluid resistance) is a force acting opposite to the relative motion of any object moving with respect to a surrounding fluid. This can exist between two fluid layers (or surfaces) or between a fluid and a solid surface.

Unlike other resistive forces, such as dry friction, which are nearly independent of velocity, the drag force depends on velocity.

Drag forces always tend to decrease fluid velocity relative to the solid object in the fluid’s path.

So, dievca wore this swimsuit to WaterWorks class today:

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The class was canceled, last minute, and dievca decided to swim laps instead.  The Bleu by Rod Beattie “Walk the Line” swimsuit above has a scoop neck and an underwire “bra” which is great for bouncing in the pool, not so good for swimming laps…  The scoop neck, scooped up water and the underwire kept it in the suit longer – almost like a solid creating drag.  Let’s just say that dievca was pretty darn slow. But, she looked good sunning herself on the sundeck after her swim!


TMI

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As dievca rushes to the restroom, she wishes you the best for your week!


Sunday Morning

Car Peugeot, 1924

2537411 Car Peugeot, 1924; (Peugeot race-car taking a corner on two wheels on Mont Ventoux, France, 1924); Spaarnestad Photo.

Down the road someone is practising scales,
The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,
Man’s heart expands to tinker with his car
For this is Sunday morning, Fate’s great bazaar;
Regard these means as ends, concentrate on this Now,

And you may grow to music or drive beyond Hindhead anyhow,
Take corners on two wheels until you go so fast
That you can clutch a fringe or two of the windy past,
That you can abstract this day and make it to the week of time
A small eternity, a sonnet self-contained in rhyme.

But listen, up the road, something gulps, the church spire
Open its eight bells out, skulls’ mouths which will not tire
To tell how there is no music or movement which secures
Escape from the weekday time. Which deadens and endures.

Louis Macneice

Good Morning, Sexy!

sexy coffee

Have a good week!


toccata and fugue in d minor with Vanessa Mae

Starting out the morning with Grand Drama and a “giddy up- get it together” prod.

Happy Saturday!


M is for Masturbation, N is for…

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 …Nipples, O is for Orgasm

Master is traveling so His dievca is flying solo. XO


dawn coffee

dawn coffee

After two days of non-stop rain and dievca having to travel in it all weekend; subway delays, wild-a** bus rides, a flat bicycle tire in Times Square where the tourists walk 5 abreast with umbrellas, and wearing full rain gear…the sun has appeared. dievca is enjoying her coffee in its lovely rays. Have a good week.


Reason for the Rhyme

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Rain, rain, go awayCome again some other dayWe want to go outside and playCome again some other day

The rhyme remembers the fiasco of the Armada from the English point of view. A version very like the one we know was written about by a famous diarist called John Aubrey in 1687. He said little children used it to charm away rain so they could play outdoors.

Its thought the song dates back to the reign of Queen Elizabeth I of England, over 450 years ago. At the time, there was a rivalry between England and Spain, and the Spanish planned to invade England with an enormous fleet of ships.

In 1588, the Spanish set off with over 130 huge ships called galleons. Each galleon needed 2,000 oak trees to build, cost the equivalent of several million pounds and needed a crew of more than 200 men. It was a huge investment for Spain.
The Armada ran into the English, who had faster ships, and then a terrible storm that scattered the galleons. Only 65 made it home. The rhyme remembers the fiasco of the Armada from the English point of view.

dievca just has to get through the workday and PT – the rain is going to be a pain-in-the neck…will it please go away?!?!


Coffee and a strange sight~

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What’s with the pink tree on the High Line and 10th Avenue?

A 25-foot-tall fluorescent pink tree, a sculpture by the Swiss conceptual artist Pamela Rosenkranz, will land on New York’s High Line next April like a synthetic being, rising amid its budding-green brethren where the elevated park bridges 10th Avenue at West 30th Street. Reading as a tree (but obviously artificial), this rendition will have visceral qualities, with branches tapering into blood vessels and roots reaching over the earthen-clad plinth as though poised for flight.

“The whole tree might remind us of an organ,” said the artist, 43, who is based in Zurich and is the winner of the third High Line Plinth commission, a rotating program for monumental public artworks on view for 18 months at a time. (The first artists were Simone Leigh and Sam Durant.) Rosenkranz’s work, “Old Tree,” was selected from 80 proposals solicited from artists in 40 countries, nominated by international advisers and posted on the High Line’s website in 2020 for public feedback.

Digitally merging scans of actual trees with those of human circulatory systems and muscles, Rosenkranz fabricated an armature in metal on which she is sculpting layers of tactile polymer, tinted with pigments of vivid reddish pinks. “This color has a history of being quite attractive,” she said in an interview, “but I’m looking for a dissonance, something that also awakes or repulses.”

She was inspired by Louise Bourgeois’s monumental sculptures of spiders when designing her tree’s animated roots that appear to be scrambling from the plinth. “There’s a bit of a humoristic aspect,” she said, “as if the tree would like to leave its planter.”

From a NYT Article from Hilarie M. Sheets

Photos: dievca NYC High Line 04/2023

View of the Earth via NYC

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Photos: dievca – NYC and th Hudson River 04/2023


Wishing you the best for the Weekend. d~

Friday Pin Up


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coffee confused

Master and dievca figured it out.

We hope you do, too.

Happy Monday!


Just poured and ready to go!

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Good Morning – have a good week.


Happy Easter!

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Hop, Hop, Hop!


Killed it!

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dievca had a project and it blew up larger than expected!
She hit it out of the ballpark.
That doesn’t always happen.
Shazam!
Enjoying a glass of wine to celebrate.
dievca hopes you have had something good happen, too. XO

Holmegaard 'Canada' cocktail glasses by Per Lutken 3


Master caught dievca muttering to herself~

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It’s a learned behavior, dievca’s Dad would talk to himself, too.
The good news is dievca is willing to look at both sides of the story and she always wins the argument.
Do you talk to yourself?
Have a good week!


Coffee at the Airport

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It was a “pound it out” type of weekend. dievca is shipping a box of photos back to NYC for sorting.  The three Aunt’s photos her parents never went through and her Parent’s photos/slides make for a nice pile.  dievca projects it will take 5 weekends to complete – so a 5 year project.  At least there is storage for the leftovers and a number of boxes were consolidated. 

Why is dievca doing this? Her middle brother had a fire or flood or something that destroyed their family photos.  The extras will go to their local portion of that family and be distributed to siblings. Yes, that brother did nothing for Mom/Dad and dievca’s sister-in-law is a “challenge” – but going through this stuff with this portion of the family is ALWAYS a treat! And one feels good after hanging out with kids and doing a good deed.

PS. Her oldest brother looks great after Stage 2 cancer – PET scan is clear.


It’s gone now~

But it made for a GREAT snowball fight when needed.

Photo: dievca, Midwest Snow 03/2023


Friday Night Fish : Andalusia vs. US Midwest

Whelp – more fresh color on the Spanish version of “Fish for Lent”. Mayo-based coleslaw can’t compete with fresh tomatoes. dievca will argue that her Lake Perch was lightly breaded and cooked to perfection. And the experience is not something you can find in NYC. Even through she grew up in the Midwest, dievca felt like an Anthropologist watching the behaviors of a new species. 

dievca’s Dutch friend is enjoying the sun and heat of Spain.

Photos: Fish Fry in Antequera, Spain and Fish Fry in Wisconsin, USA 03/2023


Mussels with Master and Sylvia Plath

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Master and dievca enjoyed a an evening of mussels at the B. Cafe on the UES

Mondays are a quiet dining night in NYC, so the experience was low-key and relaxed.  The mussels were fresh and well-cooked. 

Years ago, a bartender explained to dievca how you can have excellent mussels all year on the East Coast.  The mussel are sourced from the Maine on down the Atlantic Coast depending upon the season.  Hence, good mussels all year.  At the time, dievca was confused because the mussel season in Europe was shorter (as far as she knew).

Let’s honor the joy brought by a messy job with Sylvia Plath:

Mussel Hunter At Rock Harbor

I came before the water —-
Colorists came to get the
Good of the Cape light that scours
Sand grit to sided crystal
And buffs and sleeks the blunt hulls
Of the three fishing smacks beached
On the bank of the river’s

Backtracking tail. I’d come for
Free fish-bait: the blue mussels
Clumped like bulbs at the grassroot
Margin of the tidal pools.
Dawn tide stood dead low. I smelt
Mud stench, shell guts, gulls’ leavings;
Heard a queer crusty scrabble

Cease, and I neared the silenced
Edge of a cratered pool-bed.
The mussels hung dull blue and
Conspicuous, yet it seemed
A sly world’s hinges had swung
Shut against me. All held still.
Though I counted scant seconds,

Enough ages lapsed to win
Confidence of safe-conduct
In the wary other world
Eyeing me. Grass put forth claws,
Small mud knobs, nudged from under,
Displaced their domes as tiny
Knights might doff their casques. The crabs

Inched from their pygmy burrows
And from the trench-dug mud, all Camouflaged in mottled mail
Of browns and greens. Each wore one
Claw swollen to a shield large
As itself—no fiddler’s arm
Grown Gargantuan by trade,

But grown grimly, and grimly
Borne, for a use beyond my
Guessing of it. Sibilant
Mass-motived hordes, they sidled
Out in a converging stream
Toward the pool-mouth, perhaps to
Meet the thin and sluggish thread

Of sea retracing its tide-
Way up the river-basin.
Or to avoid me. They moved
Obliquely with a dry-wet
Sound, with a glittery wisp
And trickle. Could they feel mud
Pleasurable under claws

As I could between bare toes?
That question ended it—I
Stood shut out, for once, for all,
Puzzling the passage of their
Absolutely alien
Order as I might puzzle
At the clear tail of Halley’s

Comet coolly giving my
Orbit the go-by, made known
By a family name it
Knew nothing of. So the crabs
Went about their business, which
Wasn’t fiddling, and I filled
A big handkerchief with blue

Mussels. From what the crabs saw,
If they could see, I was one
Two-legged mussel-picker.
High on the airy thatching
Of the dense grasses I found
The husk of a fiddler-crab,
Intact, strangely strayed above

His world of mud—green color
And innards bleached out blown off
Somewhere by much sun and wind;
There was no telling if he’d
Died recluse of suicide
Or headstrong Columbus crab.
The crab-face, etched and set there,

Grimaced as skulls grimace: it
Had an Oriental look,
A samurai death mask done
On a tiger tooth, less for
Art’s sake than God’s. Far from sea —-
Where red-freckled crab-backs, claws
And whole crabs, dead, their soggy

Bellies pallid and upturned,
Perform their shambling waltzes
On the waves’ dissolving turn
And return, losing themselves
Bit by bit to their friendly
Element—this relic saved
Face, to face the bald-faced sun.


Re-Post: Lips Like Sugar: Kissable Lips

Kissable Lips

‘Twas not my lips you kissed but my soul.’
Judy Garland

Spring Cleaning: Kissable Lips
Honey and Sugar Lip Exfoliating paste:

-A tablespoon of brown sugar or white sugar
-A dash of honey (just enough to make the sugar really stick together) OR a bit of olive oil/coconut oil
-A teeny tiny little drop of vanilla (to make the paste smell yummy.)
-Rub a small amount on your lips in a vigorous circular motion to remove dead skin.
-Apply lip balm.
-Ask your Sir if you may Kiss Him.

Oh, and if you are wearing any of the outfits that Siouxsie Sioux is wearing in the video ~
dievca knows that your Sir will kiss you back.


Happy Saint Patrick’s Day: Passion and sensibility

Maureen O'Hara

Maureen O’Hara was a native Irish and naturalized American actress and singer, who became successful in Hollywood from the 1940s through to the 1960s. She was a natural redhead who was known for playing passionate but sensible heroines, often in Westerns and adventure films. per Wikipedia

Born: August 17, 1920, Dublin, Ireland

Saint Patricks Lingerie

Saint Patrick’s Day Lingerie from Etsy.


Are you ready for the week ahead?

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Good Morning!


And the wind knocked dievca off her bike

Windy Weds

An eye-opener, for sure~