Moxie Supper (Thylias) was in a bit of an accident recenly. My natural waist-length multiracial hair caught fire when I was preparign to cook, and half the hair on my head burned off!
My scalp was not singed at all. What luck, or maybe more. I am so glad that I had the love of my Thing through every-Thing. You do not realize how grateful I am that life brought this rare opportunity to me at such an advanced age, my being 64, and my Thing being 70.
In the photo, my Thing is right by my side. And I am right by his side. Exactly where we both should be..
And just the joy of knowing he exists fills me with splendor the likes of which the mere world has yet to know. For if he did not exist, I would not yet know the very meaning and possibility of love. He tells me that he finds me “Breathtakingly Hot!”
Just as it should be for going through the fire for him! I am now hotter than ever!
And in honor of those survivals of me and the hotness,
I’m not dead yet, y’all!
and as Buster Poindexter sings, Feeling Hot, hot, Hot –a great dessert.
The real woman behind the character: Vashti (Thylias Moss) and the real man behind the character: Thomas Robert Higginson (Bob Holman) now have a “Thing” in real life, and this author is delighted to be in Love (at age 64) with such a wonderful man (age 70!)
–in the book New Kiss Horizon
I have known him about 40 years; what started out as a friendship has already withstood the test of time.
Here’s a photo of us in Chicago where I fell in Love with him! Will wonders never cease!
I adore this poem and I am happy to share it!
Dear – ,
Thank you so much for the sparkling wine glasses,
what beautiful additions to our cabinet they will make!
Thank you for the darling yellow apron, which curtails
my waistline, which kisses my kneecaps in the kitchen.
Thank you for the cantaloupe, the rounded rhododendron
of fruits. Thank you for unclaimed baggage, for forgotten
bank accounts, for the whittled souvenir badger that peers
over my dashboard. I appreciate the first draft of indigo,
the open bar, the fog machine that aggravated my asthma,
the opportunity to wear red cowboy boots. Thank you for
“Sweet Child of Mine.” Please thank your mother for “Jolene.”
I adore the barking black sky, the crestfallen bundle of balloons.
I can’t wait to attempt the Mississippi recipes, the watercress
cucumber salad, the virgin petticoat punch. Thank you for
the shrillness of the morning, the jar of salt that fosters
superstition, the cautionary tale…
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Nothing better than Columbo!
Columbo remains such comforting viewing that it can be hard to imagine any of its stars suffering from untimely ends – no matter what happened to their characters on-screen.
However, not all were lucky enough to live to a ripe old age. And today I’m examining the tragic real-life fates of three Columbo guest stars – including one of the best loved of all, Jack Cassidy.
Be warned, these are genuinely sad stories so if you are feeling in any way heavy-hearted, please consider reading at another time.
Appeared in Murder by the Book (1971); Publish or Perish (1973 – pictured below); Now You See Him (1976)
The greatest of all Columbo killers, in this correspondent’s opinion at least, Jack Cassidy’s tragic demise still wrenches the heartstrings over 40 years since it took place.
“Cassidy’s legacy is such that all other Columbo killers are compared to him.”
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FREE International poetry contest ($3200 in prizes!) – Cha Int’l Poetry Prize, DEADLINE: Nov. 30, 2017
Great opportunity! I plan to try this (despite how unsettled my life is right now)
This is a themed contest and all poems entered “Each poem must be a translation (loosely defined) of a text (loosely defined) from/about Hong Kong or China, written originally in English or Chinese, into a poem that is about contemporary Hong Kong.” Per the Cha Facebook page, “Writers are asked to write NEW poems in response to or updating or in dialogue with, etc. existing texts. ‘Translation’ is loosely defined here.”
DEADLINE: November 30, 2017
ENTRY FEE: None
THEME: NEW poems in response to or updating or in dialogue…
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Hurry with these sets!
I got to have one or two or three, etc.
Columbo collectibles are pretty hard to come by. There are some vintage novels and some ultra-cool 70s’ film posters to be had, but by and large fans have to suffice with just the DVD boxset.
That’s why the idea of a Columbo Lego set really appeals to me. Everyone likes Lego, after all, don’t they? And seeing our favourite Lieutenant immortalised in brick format would be pretty sweet.
I even had a Columbo Lego set on my wishlist of items I’d like to see to commemorate the show’s 50th anniversary in 2018 (read the full list here). Most will never happen. But there is a slim chance Lego Columbo could come to pass if enough fans support the cause.
Lego Columbo: here’s how you can help
An enterprising chap known only as ‘ThomasW’ is trying to get a rather delightful Columbo Lego set through Lego Ideas – which…
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It starts in Miami, with this photo that Kyle Wohlmut took there last weekend and posted on Facebook:
Green iguanas are an invasive pest in Puerto Rico and south Florida; the obvious solution is that they be cooked and eaten, the way they are in Mexico (and elsewhere in Central America). So it was natural for a Facebook reader to ask what sauce you use on an iguana.
Well, clearly, Lizard Lick barbecue sauce.
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Sums it up well. Now for some Russian beluga and caviar,
Yesterday’s medical adventure, set off by my shortness of breath during exertion, especially in hot weather (which we’ve been having a lot of; my symptoms became worrisome on a weekend in May when the temperature in Palo Alto reached 107 F). I was referred to a cardiologist; alarmed, she set up yesterday’s myocardial perfusion imaging (MPI) test, specifically via single photon emission computed tomography (SPECT). Details to follow.
The test involved hours at Palo Alto Medical Foundation, much of it sitting around between its parts. The actual imaging parts of the test took place in astonishingly icy rooms — which I came to refer to as medical Antarctica — so that I was shivering with cold when I left after 5 hours.
In the sitting-around parts of the event, I read through most of the latest (August 7th and 14th) issue of the New Yorker. To leaven the stark…
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