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Pending said:
ooooh, gotcha. That's nice to know.
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You don't see it much anymore, though Cormac McCarthy was a modern proponent. Basically the POV is like a literary camera that can see whatever it wants to, but it can't peak inside anybody's head. Ever. Very hard to do.
 
Louanne Learning said:
Gesundheit
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It's funny the things that stick in ones head. Back in the '90's, I think, there was some movie about the grunge scene in Seattle, I think, but what I do remember is the leading character was looking for love and, hopes dwindling, decided someone who'd say "bless you" when she sneezed might have promise as a potential partner. The last scene, I think, was her sneezing in an elevator and the grunge dude who'd looked less likely than the clean cut guy says "gesundheit" and we, the audience, are left to think that maybe he was the one. Matt Dillon was the grunge dude. I think.

Ok, some of the details are sketchy and didn't stick, but the "bless you" part comes into my head every time someone in the office sneezes and I say "bless you."
 
Homer Potvin said:
Like all culinary Chicago things.... highly overrated. They can keep their pizza too.
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Back in the eighties, my husband and I used to drive almost two hours one way to Riverton so he could have a New York style pizza created by a gen-you-ine Noo Yawk Italian guy named Danny. When Danny and family uprooted to return to the East, I thought I might have to shoot my husband. He took the loss of that pizza shop hard. Only an hour and a half into the trip was Yellowstone Drugstore in Shoshoni which made the most fabulous malts in the world. The ice cream was made specially for the Yellowstone by a local dairy and had a butterfat content that was enough to cause heart attack just contemplating it. The best steakhouse in the state was in between the two in a wide spot in the road called Hudson. All gone now, alas and alack.
 
Rigor Mortis said:
I think, there was some movie about the grunge scene in Seattle, I think, but what I do remember is the leading character was looking for love and, hopes dwindling, decided someone who'd say "bless you" when she sneezed might have promise as a potential partner. The last scene, I think, was her sneezing in an elevator and the grunge dude who'd looked less likely than the clean cut guy says "gesundheit" and we, the audience, are left to think that maybe he was the one.
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I love this! I wish I would get such simple but profound ideas
 
Rigor Mortis said:
It's funny the things that stick in ones head. Back in the '90's, I think, there was some movie about the grunge scene in Seattle, I think, but what I do remember is the leading character was looking for love and, hopes dwindling, decided someone who'd say "bless you" when she sneezed might have promise as a potential partner. The last scene, I think, was her sneezing in an elevator and the grunge dude who'd looked less likely than the clean cut guy says "gesundheit" and we, the audience, are left to think that maybe he was the one. Matt Dillon was the grunge dude. I think.

Ok, some of the details are sketchy and didn't stick, but the "bless you" part comes into my head every time someone in the office sneezes and I say "bless you."
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That was Singles. Brigette Fonda was the woman and Matt Dillon the guy. Chris Cornell and some of the dudes from Pearl Jam had cameos, and I think Cameron Crowe directed it. I don't remember it being a very good movie.
 
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Homer Potvin said:
That was Singles. Brigette Fonda was the woman and Matt Dillon the guy. Chris Cornell and some of the dudes from Pearl Jam had cameos, and I think Cameron Crowe directed it. I don't remember it being a very good movie.
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No, wasn't great by any means. Shit sticks?
 
As I get older, it seems like mid-afternoon is my tired time, then I always get a second wind.

Hey old folks, do you find this for you?
 
Somewhere between 4:00 and 6:00 in the evening, my energy takes a dive. I only allow myself a nap if I'm half sick with the crash. Nap or not, by 7:30, I'm back up and ready to rock until 2. One of the positives of keeping such erratic hours is that most of the time, jet lag just feels like a slightly sleepier day.
 
That's what my husband thinks, too. Decades ago, I hit on the idea of giving him an assortment of Weird Cheeses for holidays. Then I hit on the even better idea of sending him to the specialty deli to choose his own cheese. The owners were always offering me nibbles when I went in to buy his gift, but my taste in cheese is pretty plebian. The noshing is not wasted on him.
 
And I, too, have learned much new, of the true art of haiku.

I've been doing such a great job of avoiding Olympics spoilers so I can watch the replays in the evenings, but today I was compromised. By what? A freakin' EMAIL. I subscribe to The Athletic, and when checking my email this afternoon, I saw that they sent me a "breaking news" email that also revealed the winner of the women's hockey gold medal game (without me even clicking on it!). Boooooo
 
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