Tuesday, January 31, 2012

CLASSICAL MUSIC, FOR PETS

Salud, Kids!

Is classical music good for the ears of pets?

I have no idea, but this cool-kitty doesn't need anything to keep calm.

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Monday, January 30, 2012

NEW YEAR, NEW BLOG

Salud, Kids!

Get yourselves over to my new blog (no, I'm not ditching this one)...it's where we will discuss all sorts of people, places and things.

Rant about them...then...rate them. In a manner of speaking.

Today?

It's all about a restaurant called, Brio and Arnold Palmer (the drink).

See ya there.


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THAT YANK ARCHIE LEACH HITCHED IT WITH HITCH

Salud, Kids!

SAG Awards were last night and Clooney lost to that French guy from, The Artist!

If you saw a prior blog post you know I don't think ANY of the nominees can touch a glorious hair on the head of, Cary Grant.

Now, we still have to endure the Oscars (and the ridiculous interviews on the Red Carpet...wish they would present the carpet celeb-stroll like, The Artist...SILENT-with music.), so Clooney COULD bring it all home, but I doubt if he will. We saw his little movie, The Descendants, and it was good. And, excruciating. So, if he wins; he wins.

British Brian chimes in with his 'Two Pounds' on Cary Grant and the fabulous Hitch (cock, of course).

Yes, Hitchcock movies are in my library and I am a huge fan of most of his tales. His later flicks just got gory and weird (not in a particularly fun way).

The Civil War aside, I think we can all assure Bri that we are, indeed, Yanks-when it comes to a point of reference for the UK.

So, read on...

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Submitted by Brian Wilson
Bath, UK
All rights reserved and copyrighted

Cary Grant - Alfred Hitchcock - like so many Brits, they had to cross the pond to "make their fortune."

Now,. we look forward to the you folks from USland coming over here

Cary was born, Archibald Alexander Leach (IU NOTE: Forgive that I will ALWAYS think of both Cary AND John Cleese when it comes to this name...if you don't know why, just move on), in 1904 in Bristol, England (we only live a few miles away from Bristol) - so he was a Brit - well English actually.


Horfield, Bristol BS7. Birthplace of Archie Leach better known as Cary Grant.


He was an only child (IU NOTE: We like only children) and had an unhappy start in life.

His mother lost a child and went into a clinical depression.

When Archibald was only 9 years old, his father placed her in a mental institution and told Archibald that she had gone away on a long holiday.
What a xxxxxxxx of a father (IU NOTE: agreed) - just think of the effect on a little 9 year old.

To make matters worse when Archibald was 10, his father abandoned him after remarrying and having a baby with his young new wife.

His father must have been such a nice man - I think not!!

Archibald believed this story; only finding out the truth in 1935 when he was 31!!

How would you feel if it was you?

One can only guess at the effect on Cary.

As Cary Grant he immediately came back to Bristol and sought out his mother - who was still alive in a mental care facility!

Just try to imagine the mixture of emotions that must have coursed through his mind.

Even though he had a very disturbed early life, Archibald was no academic slouch - he passed his scholarship exam to attend a Grammar School, but was expelled in 1918 (aged 14) - I wonder why?

At the age of 11 children took a special exam (the 11+) and, if you passed; you had a place.

But, only 35 to 45 % passed and studied what we would call today a very academic series of subjects - the majority had to go to a Secondary Modern School and studied technology and practical subjects.

Today our schools are Comprehensive - they enrol students of all skill and attainment levels.

There is some debate as to which system is best - but, as Mo and I can confirm (we both passed the 11+) the old system enabled bright students, from poor backgrounds, to get as top flight education.

I was even more lucky - I got a scholarship to attend a boarding school - one where you lived at the school - shades of Hogwarts eh!!

Back to litte Archibald. He joined an English travelling troupe of player, even performing as a stilt walker!!.

Archie Leach (Cary Grant) with the Bob Pender troupe (sitting, far right).

Aged 16 he crossed the pond, with the Troupe to New York in 1920 for a two year tour.

But, when they returned Archibald decided to stay.

Our loss - your gain.



What's your favourite (sorry favorite) Cary Grant film (IU NOTE: See photo for answer to that question, and NEVER apologize for using English spelling, etc.) - for me it is North by North West - directed by yet another Brit - Alfred Hitchcock!!


It's behind you!!!

The fantastic last reel.

During the World War 2 Cary was devastated when he was told that his family home had been destroyed during the bombing of Bristol and that his whole family (uncle, aunt, cousin and their families) were killed as well.
So much sorrow in his life.

There are so many books about Cary, but suffice to say that, after working under his own name, when Hollywood called he decided to change his name to Cart Grant and became a US citizen. He was known for his transactlantic accent, debonair demeanour and "dashing good looks". Pam - does this describe me (IU NOTE: Absolutely)??!!! (only kidding).

Although Grant was only 62 when he retired from the screen, he remained active in other areas.

In the late 1960s, he accepted a position on the board of directors at Fabergé and later joined the boards of The Academy of Magical Arts, Western Airlines and MGM amongst others.

He died on November 29, 1986 at the age of 82 (IU NOTE: Sadness. Just sadness).

A Statue was erected in memory of Cary in Bristol - the town of his birth and childhood.

See there are so many links between us (IU NOTE: We are happy about this).

Long may it reign - sorry is that OK when speaking to a citizen of a Republic? - Sorry for the daft English joke (IU NOTE: Yes, it is very okay and don't apologize...we adore English jokes).

Finally - if we are called "Brits" what do we call you over there in USland?
I understand that "Yankee" means people who supported the North in the Civil War - Americans could mean people from both North and South America - or do folks over in Florida want to be called "Floridians"?

Anyone got any ideas?

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Love to all - Brian and Mo


Brian Wilson - brian@europaassociates.co.uk
P.S. Like to try Croquet this winter?
When: - Every Monday, Thursday and Saturday from 1.00 to 4.00pm.
What is the cost?: - £3/session.
What is needed?: - No booking or equipment required - just flat shoes and warm clothes.
Where do I go?: - Camerton and Peasedown Croquet Club, Redpost Ground on Whitebrook Lane, opposite Red Post Inn, Peasedown St John, Bath. BA2 8JH

Friday, January 27, 2012

INDIA IS SOCIAL DITCHING AND DANCING

Salud, Kids!

Oh, Facebook-Facebook, I have abandoned you...again! And, I am not alone (more on that in a second). I am just to the point of being Facebooked-Out (just invented that word) and have taken a much-needed break.

Twitter?

Yeah, I'm still Tweeting, but it is random and scarce. Mostly, I use it to promote the blog, stay in touch with a few folks and cast a squint-eye on idiotic Tweets of celebrities (if you check my Follows, you will see I use that term loosely).

Now, this brings me to India.

Oh, India-India, I love how you honor special days of Republic by rocking it on a plane.

Plus, your savvy youth seem to be seeking the true meaning of life-after-social-media. Apparently.

Yep, According to ChannelNewsAsia, India'a youth seem to be ditching social-media to immerse themselves in something other than on-line shenanigans. Maybe they are even seeking something radical like real life. You never know.

I'm not saying I won't go back to Facebook, but, like India's youth, it really is exhausting.

And, let's not even discuss how boring it can be to read details on someone making a tuna sandwich for lunch and then how they went for a power-nap.

Read on...


ChannelNewsAsia...
NEW DELHI: India's urban youth are suffering social-media "fatigue," prompting a number to delete their Facebook and other accounts, according to a new study.

"Youngsters have started finding social media boring, confusing, frustrating and time-consuming," the survey commissioned by by the Associated Chambers of Commerce and Industry of India (ASSOCHAM) found.

India's youth have "started experiencing social-media fatigue" and are tending to log less frequently onto social networks like Facebook, Google+, Twitter, Orkut, and others than when they signed up, the study reported.

Some 55 per cent of respondents said they had "consciously reduced" their time spent on social media websites and it was no longer a "craze" for them.

More than half of the 55 per cent who had cut down on their activity on social media sites said they had actually deactivated or deleted their accounts and profiles from these websites.

Of nearly 200 young people interviewed in New Delhi, 60 per cent said they found it "boring and sick to see constant senseless status updates."

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Gotta run. I have LOTS of time to fill now that I am not social-networking.

What do I do now?

Help!

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Wednesday, January 25, 2012

OSCAR AWARDS, CLOONEY IS NO CARY

Salud, Kids!

I am stifling a yawn as I peruse the Oscar nominations for this, well, last year.

Yes, The Artist, is excellent and unique.

Yes, many of the films and performances are worthy of a nod.

Yet, when I cast a squinted-eye upon the list of BEST actors, to me, they seem an overall boring lot.

The man in the the YouTube clip for today is anything BUT, and his reward? An honorary statue, toward the end of things.



His personal life aside (and we should all try to do a better job of keeping our fat noses out of the private affairs of others), this man was witty, urbane, handsome, real, unreal. And, has a man EVER looked so perfect while hitting the dirt in an open cornfield (see: North By Northwest)? I think we all know the answer to that question.

Cary Grant.

In my opinion (which doesn't mean much), no one will ever touch the hem of his perfectly creased trousers (wearing plain pants is for the ordinary).

But, keep trying George and Brad and Collin (he comes kinda close), and Johnny.

Sorry boys, you will just never make it to the top of the Cary Grant heap.

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Tuesday, January 24, 2012

HAGGLING FOR A MOROCCAN MAGIC CARPET RIDE

Salud, Kids!

Those zany Brits...Brian and Mo sent us a little something (more to come) about their MOST recent shenanigans (vacay to Morocco), but I thought I would kick it off with a little something from Bob and Bing. Just to get you into the spirit of things with a camel (NOT the smokes).



That world-weary twosome put us all to shame with their exotic jet-setting. So, read on...

Contributed by Brian Wilson
All rights reserved and copyrighted
(IU NOTE: Indicates comments inserted by Indiscreetly Us, editor)

"Like Webster's dictionary, we're Morocco bound" - so said Bing Crosby and Bob Hope - as so were we.

We took off from London Gatwick (IU NOTE: I love the sound of this airport and have utilized their services with Gaz...Gaz at Gatwick...sounds like a poem) and, after a straightforward flight we arrived at Marrakesh.

But, the problem was - so did 3 other flights - who schedules these flights to land one after the other (IU NOTE: Morocco?)?

Mo and I were sitting at the rear of the plane (IU NOTE: Gaz and I always prefer that section, it's great for observing the hi jinks of other passengers. Who wants first class? All the fun happens in the REAR of the plane) - so we were the last to get off.

It took us over 1.5 hours (IU NOTE: What sort of system allows jet-setters to WAIT?) - yes 90minutes just to clear passport control!!!!!

But, the hotel pool made up for it at Riu Palmerie (IU NOTE: Agreed. Now, THIS is what we call jet-set-savvy ).


But, if you are looking for good food (IU NOTE: Yes, we always are) you may want to give this a miss (IU NOTE: Thumbs down!)- it was very bland and the specialist Italian restaurant was a joke (IU NOTE: We NEVER joke about food)- lamb in a rosemary sauce was lamb in a brown sauce (which tasted very much like a Moroccan meal we had a day prior!!

But, we were in Marrakesh - have you been (IU NOTE: Nope. And, don't taunt us, Bri) -the old town (the Medina) is worth a trip.

The snow-topped Atlas Mountains (IU NOTE: We feel this is just another taunt, Bri, but carry on)were only an hours's drive away - from our hotel we could see them clearly - what a sight!!

These are the old wall of Marrakesh with the snow topped Atlas mountains calling you (IU NOTE: Well, we couldn't hear them all the way from South Florida, so we have to take your word for it) towards them.

We went shopping in the main souk or bazaar. But take care as you are hassled all the time by vendors of all ages and genders wanting to sell you something .

In the souks you must haggle(IU NOTE: I try to haggle at the grocery store. I'm cheap like that.) - it is part of the "game" of shopping (IU NOTE: Bri, I have a black-belt in this, and let me say shopping is no GAME where I am concerned).

We - well actually Mo - bought a 150 year old carpet from the Atlas Mountains - a real bargain at £200 (IU NOTE: Well, I love a bargain, so bravo, Mo. But, for that price we hope it is a magic carpet).


The souks are usually crowded with people!!

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Who could ask for more?

Well, you gonna get more...from Brian and Mo...so, stay with us, Kids!

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Friday, January 20, 2012

SLEEPING WITH ORANGES


Salud, Kids!
So, yesterday, a little sleep-deprived, I made Britt a dreamsicle cake (SCRATCH) for her birthday (the other B helped).



Dreamsicle sounds so, dreamy, but is really an orange cake. It was topped with a decadent buttercream orange frosting that was exquisite.

All this delectable orange-sugary-delight dreaminess, immediately make me long for a tiny snooze sleep under groovy orange light bulbs.

Seriously, I JUST (I am WAY behind this orange-curve as the science world yapped about it back in 2011) now discovered that white light bulbs are B-A-D for sweet dream inducing slumber and the glow of an orange one causes you to drift sweetly into dreamland.

It is all about Melatonin and stuff. The orange glow is good for you.


Come ON...let's get brainy (we can TRY) today and cast our eyes upon a colorful tidbit from Science Daily...

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ScienceDaily (Sep. 12, 2011) — Exposure to the light of white LED bulbs, it turns out, suppresses melatonin 5 times more than exposure to the light of high pressure sodium bulbs that give off an orange-yellow light. "Just as there are regulations and standards for 'classic' pollutants, there should also be regulations and rules for the pollution stemming from artificial light at night," says Prof. Abraham Haim of the University of Haifa.

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Kids, the thought of replacing a zillion light bulbs is exhausting, so I was wondering if tossing in a gaggle of the real deals (oranges) would cause the same effect. We do dwell in the land of oranges, so how hard could it be to just go find a grove and grab a load of 'em?


Probably not!

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