Leavin’ on a Jet Plane

Photo: dievca NYC 07/2018

All my bags are packed
I’m ready to go
I’m standin’ here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin’
It’s early morn
The taxi’s waitin’
He’s blowin’ his horn
Already I’m so lonesome
I could die

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you’ll wait for me
Hold me like you’ll never let me go
‘Cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane
Don’t know when I’ll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time
Let me kiss you
Then close your eyes
I’ll be on my way
Dream about the days to come
When I won’t have to leave alone
About the times, I won’t have to say

Oh, kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you’ll wait for me
Hold me like you’ll never let me go
‘Cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane
Don’t know when I’ll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

Songwriter: John Denver

Leaving on a Jet Plane lyrics © Reservoir One Music, Reservoir Media Management Inc.
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Coffee, heat, Jury Duty, ships~

Good Morning!  It’s going to be warm and humid in NYC the next couple of days.  It looks like the Southwest is going to be REALLY toasty, too. but its a dry heat ~ she whines

dievca has planned a leisurely coffee before working the morning and then a jaunt to Jury Duty….she has to defer, as she is leaving for Europe  later this week. The travel? It’s mostly work and a bit of pleasure.  Master has returned from the West Coast, did a quick hit with dievca, then took off for Europe.  Master and dievca will be ships passing in the night.

Falls of Halladale (ship, 1886) Wrecked off the coast of Victoria, Australia in a fog – 1908.


rapture

Joan Crawford & Douglas Fairbanks Jr

Lay back
Absorb the Sun
Allow the beauty of Summer to seep into your Bones.


Searching for the Key

Master’s drinking beers at a double-header
and dievca is drinking one beer, pondering Life.
Who is having more fun?
Definitely Master…

dievca is just…wandering in her mind.
Trying to decide what she wants.
Enjoying the silence.

The heat is back. Not quite as bad because the humidity is much lower. Still its hot enough to strip down and drink a beer. Modelo in dievca’s case.  The Carlsberg can was too large. dievca has to work in the morning.

dievca is in the “zone” pondering what she wants out of Life.
No answers are coming forth~

Life is rather like a tin of sardines – we’re all of us looking for the key.

Alan Bennett


The Day Begins = Strawberry Moon = Moody Blues

Where dievca’s head is, this morning, and what is coming up.

Good Morning!

Breath deep
The gathering gloom
Watch lights fade
From every room
Bedsitter people
Look back and lament
Another day’s useless
Energy spent

Empassioned lovers
Wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love
And has none
New mother picks up
And suckles her son
Senior citizens
Wish they were young

Cold hearted orb
That rules the night
Removes the colours
From our sight
Red is gray and
Yellow white
But we decide
Which is right
And
Which is an Illusion

Photo: Inverse

Look for the Strawberry Moon on June 28 12:53 am in NYC

Days Of Future Past~The Day Begins

Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight,
Red is gray and yellow white,
But we decide which is right,
And which is an illusion.

Pinprick holes in a colourless sky,
Let incipient figures of light pass by,
The mighty light of ten thousand suns,
Challenges infinity and soon is gone.

Night time,to some a brief interlude,
To other the fear of solitude,
Brave Helios, wake up your steeds,
Bring the warmth the countryside needs

To grow these:

Make a Wish.


Grief Bacon: Words we don’t have in English, but should!

Sometimes you are looking for that word and you just cannot find it in English,
perhaps another language can help:

  1. Kummerspeck: literally means “grief bacon,” but actually means gaining weight from eating your feelings (German)
  2. Abbiocco: a feeling of drowsiness after stuffing yourself full of food (Italian)
  3. Forelsket: It is not love. It is not passion or lust or infatuation. It is a kind of bliss. A kind of effervescent joy. The unbearable lightness of being that accompanies falling in love.
  4. Schemomedjamo: to eat past the point of being full because the food is that good (Georgian)
  5. L’appel du vide: a feeling familiar to anyone who has climbed to the top of a mountain, looked over a bridge or stood on the edge of a balcony. It translates to “the call of the void.” It is the siren song that faintly compels you to jump. (French)
  6. Tartle: The nearly onomatopoeic word for that panicky hesitation just before you have to introduce someone whose name you can’t remember. (Scottish)
  7. Gigil: The urge to pinch or squeeze something that is irresistibly cute. (Filipino)
  8. Bakku-shan: Describes the experience of seeing a woman who appears pretty from behind but not from the front. (Japanese)
  9. L’esprit de l’escalier: Literally, “stairwell wit” — a too-late retort thought of only after departure. (French)
  10. Bilita Mpash: An amazing dream. Not just a “good” dream; the opposite of a nightmare. (Bantu)

And sometimes there are just no words:

 

 

 


Lust for Life: Iggy Pop at the Brooklyn Museum

Master has a favorite Iggy Pop song, it’s:

In college, dievca was interested in:

The version dievca is interested in right now is:

Due to her Life and issues, plus this offering from the Brooklyn Museum:

It appears that Lana del Rey has a Lust for Life, too: