A Summary of Recent Googling . . .
So here are a few of today's stops on Miz Honora's Wild Research Ride:
Breast Lift: Errrr, well, this is an awkward start. But it was all about breasts on THE List this weekend - whose rack is worthy of note; bra sites; breast lifts; to underwire or not to underwire; and on and on and ON . . . with more than a few side trips onto whose do is more noteworthy in the championships of big hair. Guess who came out well on the latter? [grin] It was all very quippy and amusing for the most part.
Thus, the need to Google "breast lift" in order to discover what other folks were truly talking about . . . and, jeeeez, I don't get it. My logic is this: If your clothes are on, so's your bra - thus, no need for lift. It's with your clothes off that you want that perky performance from your teens . . . and with the scarring involved in mastopexy, I'd never want to take my clothes off in front of man or mirror again. Thanks - I'll stick with the girls as currently configured.
Davening which led to the etymology of Omein which led to the etymology of Amen: All of which begin with re-watching the latter half of Trembling before G-d, a truly fascinating exploration of the gay experience in the Orthodox Jewish community. I'd asked questions on THE List a couple of years ago to try and better understand certain aspects of Jewish prayer but had not really gotten much response. So today's rebroadcast on Sundance Channel provided a good opportunity to follow up further. Praying and Davening - I'm still not exactly sure if the terms are interchangeable. It's time to sit down with a rabbi or two.
Death of Mussolini: Fact-checking a remark made by Mishka on THE List in response to an article posted about Seymour Hirsh's thoughts about the U.S. possibly bombing Iran. In fact, I believe she is wrong about [squick alert] Mussolini genital's being cut off and stuffed in his mouth. Not that his death wasn't violent enough, mind you. However, given Mishka's family history of escaping Nazis and the focus of her post (which centered around moral responsibility to humankind, self-interest and becoming alert to upcoming national tragedy), it would have been off-topic and small to respond on that element. But I wanted to know for myself.
Marcia Davenport: Gawd, I just love this woman. She's been a quiet, small obsession for the better part of 25 years. Her mother was a famous opera singer (Alma Gluck), her step-father a famous violinist and conductor (Efrem Zimbalist), her younger half-brother a famous actor (yes, THAT Efrem Zimbalist, Jr.) and her half-niece also a famous actor (Stephanie Zimbalist). Oh, and her second husband was pretty famous, too (Russell Davenport, founder of Fortune magazine) and her editor was the great Maxwell Perkins. Ever since I stumbled upon her autobiography Too Strong for Fantasy (literally, an unexpected treasure - sitting in a box of hard-cover books in my mother's garage), I have adored and admired this woman's talent both (1) as an author and (2) as a fascinating link to amazing events and people. Y'know, some folks just live interesting lives . . . she truly did.
Harper's Ferry and John Brown: A little refresher to round out an episode of one of my favorite PBS shows of recent times, History Detectives (although the site load time is for crap). Just how did this woman's family end up with the family letters of John Brown? Great ride tracing it back . . . and anything that lands at an early suffragette, you know I'm there!
Okay, I'll stop here - there's still Seattle Driving Schools (research request from a friend), Gulf Islands (somewhat tongue-in-cheek suggestion from Mike that we all cut and run before Bush starts bombing runs on Iran as suggested by Seymour Hersh - but the real estate looks pricier than a hippie commune could go); Internet Movie Database for a wide range of things (from who took over for Richard Harris in Harry Potter 3 to Efrem Zimbalist's appearance in Wait Until Dark); Blogger.com for various friends blogs; and more.
[sigh] I know, scary, isn't it? My parents were alcoholics (mom just celebrated her 50th A.A. Birthday!) . . . I'm a Google-holic. Admitting it is the first step . . .
Breast Lift: Errrr, well, this is an awkward start. But it was all about breasts on THE List this weekend - whose rack is worthy of note; bra sites; breast lifts; to underwire or not to underwire; and on and on and ON . . . with more than a few side trips onto whose do is more noteworthy in the championships of big hair. Guess who came out well on the latter? [grin] It was all very quippy and amusing for the most part.
Thus, the need to Google "breast lift" in order to discover what other folks were truly talking about . . . and, jeeeez, I don't get it. My logic is this: If your clothes are on, so's your bra - thus, no need for lift. It's with your clothes off that you want that perky performance from your teens . . . and with the scarring involved in mastopexy, I'd never want to take my clothes off in front of man or mirror again. Thanks - I'll stick with the girls as currently configured.
Davening which led to the etymology of Omein which led to the etymology of Amen: All of which begin with re-watching the latter half of Trembling before G-d, a truly fascinating exploration of the gay experience in the Orthodox Jewish community. I'd asked questions on THE List a couple of years ago to try and better understand certain aspects of Jewish prayer but had not really gotten much response. So today's rebroadcast on Sundance Channel provided a good opportunity to follow up further. Praying and Davening - I'm still not exactly sure if the terms are interchangeable. It's time to sit down with a rabbi or two.
Death of Mussolini: Fact-checking a remark made by Mishka on THE List in response to an article posted about Seymour Hirsh's thoughts about the U.S. possibly bombing Iran. In fact, I believe she is wrong about [squick alert] Mussolini genital's being cut off and stuffed in his mouth. Not that his death wasn't violent enough, mind you. However, given Mishka's family history of escaping Nazis and the focus of her post (which centered around moral responsibility to humankind, self-interest and becoming alert to upcoming national tragedy), it would have been off-topic and small to respond on that element. But I wanted to know for myself.
Marcia Davenport: Gawd, I just love this woman. She's been a quiet, small obsession for the better part of 25 years. Her mother was a famous opera singer (Alma Gluck), her step-father a famous violinist and conductor (Efrem Zimbalist), her younger half-brother a famous actor (yes, THAT Efrem Zimbalist, Jr.) and her half-niece also a famous actor (Stephanie Zimbalist). Oh, and her second husband was pretty famous, too (Russell Davenport, founder of Fortune magazine) and her editor was the great Maxwell Perkins. Ever since I stumbled upon her autobiography Too Strong for Fantasy (literally, an unexpected treasure - sitting in a box of hard-cover books in my mother's garage), I have adored and admired this woman's talent both (1) as an author and (2) as a fascinating link to amazing events and people. Y'know, some folks just live interesting lives . . . she truly did.
Harper's Ferry and John Brown: A little refresher to round out an episode of one of my favorite PBS shows of recent times, History Detectives (although the site load time is for crap). Just how did this woman's family end up with the family letters of John Brown? Great ride tracing it back . . . and anything that lands at an early suffragette, you know I'm there!
Okay, I'll stop here - there's still Seattle Driving Schools (research request from a friend), Gulf Islands (somewhat tongue-in-cheek suggestion from Mike that we all cut and run before Bush starts bombing runs on Iran as suggested by Seymour Hersh - but the real estate looks pricier than a hippie commune could go); Internet Movie Database for a wide range of things (from who took over for Richard Harris in Harry Potter 3 to Efrem Zimbalist's appearance in Wait Until Dark); Blogger.com for various friends blogs; and more.
[sigh] I know, scary, isn't it? My parents were alcoholics (mom just celebrated her 50th A.A. Birthday!) . . . I'm a Google-holic. Admitting it is the first step . . .
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