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leveebreak-s · 1 year ago
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For me, music is the voice of God. I grew up virulently anti-religious, and there came a time in the early ’90s, right around when I turned 30, I got really sick with chronic fatigue. I’d been a drug-taking madman — party all night, play basketball all day. I just thought I was Superman. And all of a sudden it was like all the energy got sucked out of my body. I was like, I can’t go on tour, I feel too s—. And I was cut off from my friends because I wasn’t partying.
So I read this self-help book by this guy Jon Kabat-Zinn where he talked about how if you strip away all your thoughts and actions — your pain, your pleasure, your memories, your hopes — what’s the thing that’s left? And it really struck me because I’d been so caught up in the external. I started thinking about that emptiness, and in that moment God just made perfect sense. I mean, like I said, I’ve still never been religious. And I’ve tried — I’ve been to churches.
Flea for LA Times
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probablyasocialecologist · 3 months ago
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In 1940s Britain, at a time before fast food and ready meals were staples of the British high street and in a country struggling to deal with the ramifications of war, a popular new restaurant chain was established. It served high-quality meals at reasonable prices, attracted customers from the full spectrum of British society, and grew at a rate of 10 new sites a week at its most popular. The brains behind the operation? The British government, led by the prime minister, Winston Churchill. Churchill’s British Restaurants, a chain of government-funded canteens offering nutritious price-capped meals, were intended to counter inflation in food and fuel prices related to the war, as well as to boost community spirit. At their peak, there were more British Restaurants across the UK than there are branches of McDonald’s or Wetherspoons today. Now a new report is calling for the return of a “national restaurant service” in some form, as a way to tackle contemporary issues such as health inequality, food insecurity and even climate change in the UK. A forthcoming report entitled Public diners: the idea whose time has come, by food policy NGO Nourish Scotland, marks the beginning of a campaign to introduce restaurants as a new piece of national infrastructure, a call backed by politicians and experts. A public diner, according to the report, is a state-subsidised eatery serving quality and ethically produced food at affordable prices. Crucially, says Nourish Scotland, they are neither charity nor a treat, but rather everyday eating places for entire communities to access.
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Last year hospital data showed the number of patients in England and Wales being treated for nutritional deficiencies had tripled in a decade while a January 2024 survey by the Food Foundation found 20% of UK households with children reported experiencing food insecurity. And, Nourish Scotland says, ingredients could be sourced from organic farms, reducing unsustainable food production practices and food waste, and stimulating local economies. Public diners have already been realised elsewhere in the world. In Poland, government-funded “milk bars” (bar mleczny) gained popularity in the communist era as a way to serve traditional home-cooked food at low prices, and remain numerous today. Singapore’s “hawker centres”, market-style community dining rooms, emerged as part of the nation’s urban redevelopment following independence, and bring an array of street sellers under one roof to ensure vendors’ access to ingredients and space, as well as food hygiene standards and choice for consumers. The call for state-subsidised dining in the UK comes amid a growing international movement for public restaurants as key infrastructure.
31 August 2024
See also I Dream of Canteens, by Rebecca May Johnson
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larissaligus · 2 years ago
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New era 🔥🔥🔥
Photos from "Return of the Dream Canteen" album cover
📷 Photographer: Clara Balzary
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its-thatching · 4 years ago
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Poor love in an Earthly Inferno: An Analysis of Maynila, sa Kuko ng Liwanag
Maynila, sa kuko ng liwanag is a film about a man trying to search for his lost love in the big city of manila while going through tough times and experiencing the pains of being poor in the city.
The film shows how bad life was in the 70’s when Marcos was still on the throne ruling with an iron first over the people. The economic and political climate of that era was thoroughly reflected as the audience followed the arduous lives of Julio and the people who were close to him. During the 70s, there was a period of severe unrest in the Philippines, full of civilian protests and demonstrations against the tyrannical rule of Marcos. A lot of protesters were injured by the military as well.  Explicitly, the film depicts Julio’s desire to follow and save the love of his life from the unrelenting underbelly of Manila, a place that was commonly patterned after “the American dream” but, as we soon learn, was not as forgiving to dreamers as it was being depicted. Only after his arrival did he realize that city lifestyle requires so much for so little in return. His change from a hopeful, young swain who wanted to get his love back so they could finally live together in peace,  to a man who eventually became a victim of his unfortunate demise as an impoverished being, living only for survival and losing so many people along the way. Implicitly, it shows the exploitation of the poor as they are desperate to survive and earn money for them and their family. With each day barely earning enough to eat. 
The film is reflective of the society where we can be victims of circumstances that are out of our control and that from birth, our destinies are somehow set in stone--- if you were born poor, you will grow up poor. The system is rigged and doesn’t allow for growth, especially for the poor. For example, the construction site Julio used to work at participated in an organization wide scam where the construction workers were forced to buy their own earnings for a ten percent commission (called taiwan). Benny, one of Julio’s colleagues who had a dream to become a singer, died in a careless accident at work and was just swept under the rug without any consequences for the management. Atong, one of Julio’s friends in the construction site who offered him meals and lodging with his own family, got wrongly accused of stealing something in the workplace and met his demise under the hands of his fellow inmates. Perla, who was Atong’s sister, was forced to leave the place and sell her body for money. The film also shows that compassion is something the bourgeoisie lacks once they get into that place in society. Imo, Julio’s old friend from the site, escaped poverty by getting a business job.Once they saw each other again, it became clear that he forgot his past by being condescending toward the waitress in the canteen and telling the story of Atong’s demise and Perla’s story in such a nonchalant way. His ascent to the borgeous showed that while he escaped the life of an oppressed citizen, he just moved on as a complicit citizen to the oppressor. Another indication of this lesson in the film was when Pol was breaking the news of Ligaya’s unjust death to Julio in the canteen, the rich and the middle-class people’s laughs can be heard as the background. It was meant to show how people, once they escape the hands of poverty, may unconsciously turn a blind eye already to those who need help the most. 
The location, which is along the streets of  Binondo, plays a significant role in the film that seems straightforward on the surface, but is actually filled with symbolisms and allusions to the political and economic climate during the 70s. Ongpin is a historical street that got its namesake from a wealthy man who funded the Katipunan during the Spanish era. Meanwhile, Misericordia is a street that means pity in Latin. From the start, we see Julio  standing idly on the intersection of the two aforementioned streets. This could possibly symbolize that he is on the intersection of pity and insurrection. Pity is a feeling of despair and helplessness that stems from the suffering of others. This is an idle feeling. Insurrection requires action. This entails actively fighting to change an oppressive landscape that the oppressed are suffering from. I believe that Julio standing on the crossroads of these two streets shows the struggles of people who are living below the poverty line. Pity can inspire us to embrace the social nature of humans, but it is not enough to help others. Pity can serve as an intrinsic drive to change the state of a place. Now it can be surmised that pity and insurrection can be the two possible paths Julio may follow in order to find and keep Ligaya by his side again. Ligaya, Julio’s first and one true love, left their province to be educated in the Capital of the Philippines. Her sudden departure with Ms. Cruz’ jewelry left Julio yearning for her. Not long after, he followed her to the streets of Manila, where he had no choice but to earn a living through different low-paying jobs like construction work and prostitution. When he finally saw Ligaya in Manila, she was pregnant with her captor’s baby. She briefly worked as a prostitute to make ends meet but eventually met with a Chinese man named Ah-teng who, at first, promised to save her from the life of selling flesh and doing tricks, but who took her in essentially as a captive and a love slave in his house. Julio had  a choice on how to approach Ligaya: he could either wallow in self-pity and let the love of his life go, or revolt against the man who held Ligaya as a prisoner in his own house. In the end, Julio made a choice: he chose to avenge his beloved’s tragic although foreseeable fate: by killing the oppressor under the guise of the name Ah-tek, he stopped the cycle of abuse that Ah-teng could give to other women. However, Ah-tek is not the only man who yields this kind of desire for power. 
 Ligaya’s name itself could be an allegory for the unattainable dream of most Filipinos in this period: Ligaya Paraiso: meaning happiness in paradise. Julio’s devotion to finding Ligaya no matter what hardship comes in his way can embody our desire as Filipinos to try to reach the impossible. Ligaya was desecrated, used, and abused by men who didn’t value her beauty and humanity through paid sex work. She is seen merely as a commodity, something that money can buy. Ah-tek’s insistence to buy her and have her be constantly grateful for him, even treating him as a savior, or she’ll meet her demise, shows the conditions of life under the regime of the Marcoses. The former administration’s insistence of the masses to embrace the new society that they have built to benefit capitalists and those who are already in the top 1% of the country was a scam all along. In the end, the oppressed (Julio)’s resentment against the oppressors (ah-tek) who defiled something precious and reduced her to nothing but a hole to penetrate and throw away once done (Ligaya) ultimately led to a revolution which, sadly, also cost the oppressed’s life. The last scene where the camera panned to and focused on Julio’s face showed the last emotions running through Julio’s mind before his death: terror, most probably, but also anger to the oppressor and to those who are complicit in letting these oppressors take advantage of people like him, and sadness about the way things turned out for him and the people who cares about.
In terms of morality, I found it very amoral due to it never glorifying the struggles that people like julio and his friends experience. We say that normally filippino films glorify struggles to show that we filipinos are resilient beings.this film never used that route because it showed that its hard to become resilient when everything is against you. As for realism i find it more than realistic as it shows the struggles and extortion of the poor in manila during those times. Meanwhile, I say it has been very coherent because of its consistent story line and value it wants to portray towards the audience. Because throughout the movie it shows that it takes money to earn money and if you’re born poor you will struggle trying to go above the poverty line. Additionally, the film is somewhat complex when it comes to its storytelling. The audience are slowly plunged into the point of view of julio. Throughout his journey in trying to search for his missing lover, we get to experience the hardships and struggles that come hand-in-hand with trying to live in the underbelly of Manila, trying to barely live with just the bare minimum to survive each day. With this in mind, we start to fear the worst for Ligaya: if Julio himself is struggling to fend for himself during such a cruel time, what more for Ligaya?
 With certain scenes lightly hinting towards prostitution, we start to understand Julio’s anxiety about the state of his missing lover as he desperately searched and waited outside her last known location in the hopes that he would find her safe and alive. During the penultimate scene of the film, we find her safe and alive and in seemingly good condition. This brings relief to the audience and to Julio, who is glad to have finally found her alive. But all that hope is destroyed when Ligaya tells her experiences while traveling to Manila and the news that she already had three children with the people who had enslaved her. This subverts the audience’s expectation: thinking everything was alright and Ligaya was safe and has found her place in the city. Heartbroken but not deterred, Julio convinces Ligaya to run back home with him where they could be safe and start life anew. As Julio waited for Ligaya to escape the hands of Ah-tek, we already knew the worst had happened when she never came. In reality, it is extremely hard to escape a domestic abuser; the average attempts of women who tried to escape their abusers was 7 times.  I believe that Julio should’ve been more careful and helped her more by planning her escape thoroughly. As an audience member, we were led to a state of denial because we are used to romance movies with happy endings where the main lead would run off with the female co-star and have a peaceful and well-deserved end. This movie did not follow that convention, but later on in the movie it is confirmed that ligaya has died trying to escape. The demise of his lover prompted Julio to swear vengeance towards Ligaya's captors. In the end, during his darkest state he murdered the man responsible for Ligaya's death and, in turn, murdered himself.  I would say that the premise isn’t entirely original because this movie was created in an age of cinema  where movies would mostly show or depict the struggle of Filipinos during martial law. It was a time when creativity was limited due to the limited freedom of expression brought about by the Marcos administration. They had to find a medium where they could show and open the minds of Filipinos during that time by depicting the harsh reality around them. Most Filipino films during this period were used as propaganda vehicles against the system. One example of a film that was made in the same era is Insiang, where it also depicted life below the poverty line in Manila and a struggling female character whose dignity was stripped off of her like it meant nothing. However, I believe that Maynila, sa kuko ng liwanag is somewhat original when it comes to the ending. Not many movies would have their main character be brutally killed as the ending scene. The concept isn’t original; it has been done before I’m sure but it’s rarely used.
This story is one of the many windows to the past, it shows the way of thinking of people way back during those times and besides the upgrade in technology and fashion the poor still remain poor while the rich gets richer and everything is still the same as it was back then.
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unfortunatelysirius · 6 years ago
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╰☆☆ ℕ𝕆𝕋 𝕐𝕆𝕌ℝ 𝔾𝕀ℝ𝕃𝔽ℝ𝕀𝔼ℕ𝔻 ☆☆╮ [Sirius Black – Marauders Era] [Part 13]
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    “Regulus,” whispered Y/N, heart pounding erratically against her chest, “what is going on?”
         There was nothing—nothing but the look of disdain he wore as a mask, and the blue, tremoring veins pressed against the tightly-woven flesh of his fist, an alarming feature that did not whisk by unnoticed. Observing him, Y/N could read nothing but his obvious fatigue, the tension in his shoulders, the way his hair appeared uncombed. The wrinkled composition of his robes. The resemblance he bore to Severus Snape at that moment was unsettling, though Y/N could tell it was not something he wanted—not in the slightest—and that alone caused an ache of sympathy to shoot through Y/N’s heart—
         But observations aside, there was a reason she was called away from her obligations of sitting and dissecting pumpkin crumble to assist him as a conservational partner. The last part was certainly dubious. Of course, this was Regulus Black she was associating herself with; the boy was antisocial, and clever beyond a wit’s measure, and Y/N never saw him talking to anyone but a select few housemates and occasionally Sirius. The two of them weren’t friends. This had to be a serious matter, though the prejudiced part of Y/N wondered if his unsubtle request was a cruel joke, one he would allow Mulciber and Rosier and Goyle to perform on her.
         “You’ve been Obliviated,” said Regulus, finally, in such a tone—dripping in finality—that Y/N startled. “Do you remember anything?”
         Y/N pushed his words aside, her fear overruling rationality, the side which wanted to listen and understand what has caused everything to go so terribly wrong. She bit her lip, and frowned. “We shouldn’t be talking to each other—it could wind up getting you or me seriously hurt—“
         “That’s not what matters here, Y/N!” Y/N, in all her years at Hogwarts, never thought Regulus to be capable of raising his voice. This caused her to blink, and to internally shrink, previous fight slowly faltering, like a dying animal. “I know the stories. I know the rumors. And I know you’re being a pawn to a bigger player’s game.”
         Y/N’s frown deepened. “How did you know I was Obliviated? How do you know any of this?”
         “Not the point,” Regulus said dismissively, and then hissed, “Any proper potions brewer can manipulate the potion to perform a supplement of its actual effect. Take Veritaserum; with proper handling, and proper instruction, any person with a brain can tamper it to make everything out of your mouth a lie, not truth.
         “The same can be done to a love potion. You can tamper it, enchant it, to make whoever sips it temporarily smitten with the first person they see. But the strong brewers can use their words, make whoever you become smitten with whoever they want. And sometimes, they can mix it with other elements and ingredients, make it where you’re in a different mindset and following the heart of whoever it is. The last one’s easier. All you need is a lock of someone’s hair.”
         Y/N gasped, horrified to think everything was suddenly making sense, then thought back to that fatal outing she had with Sirius:
{…} “The stars do look rather beautiful tonight,” said Y/N, raising her canteen at Sirius. She was the first to take a sip.
Then, she mumbled something. It was a hollow, throated sound, filled with monotonous desperation. And Y/N’s entire mind clouded, replaced with the thoughts of someone foreign, the feelings as foreign to her as water was to fire, and thoughts appeared, all at once.
I wonder if Father will allow me to marry Lucius. He’s the only kind one of my suitors. Oh, but Alex! He may be young, but he has an adventurous soul, though it is rather limited. I remember the flowers he brought me on Valentine’s…
Her gaze was now clearing and her eyelids were thickening, raising higher and higher and higher—all until she looked like a madwoman, breaths falling from her mouth in uneven intervals. “Alex. Alex. Oh, Alex.”
Sirius looked horrified. He reached across the table and grabbed her hands into his, ignoring how she recoiled at his touch—ignoring the repulsion on her mouth. “Y/N,” he said softly. “Who is Alex?”
Y/N—Narcissa—snatched her hands away from him. “Oh, Alex,” she whimpered. “How could he bear to know that someone with the name Black has touched my hand, has branded me a blood-traitor? He will never ask for my hand in marriage now. Never, never, never.”
         Alex will never take the hand of a blood traitor. I am no blood-traitor. I am Narcissa Black, the only Black not crazy or a traitor, and Alex will take my hand in marriage.
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         “Oh my god,” said Y/N, no longer able to stand on her own two legs. She slowly slumped to the ground, bringing with her whatever dignity she had left.
         Regulus crouched down, bringing up a hand to lay on Y/N’s knee. It may have looked suggestive to any mere passerby, but Y/N knew it was empathetic comfort, nothing more. “I’ll need to help you get back your memories, Y/N,” the boy said lowly, quiet enough that they were the only two souls to hear it. “But we cannot do it here. Meet me in the Restricted Section tonight, at midnight.”
         Before Y/N could get a word out—specifically her affirmation for the idea---Regulus was standing and turning, leaving with a swish of his robes. It left Y/N with a rotten taste in her mouth, one that caused her to sink further into the ground, wishing she could be swallowed whole.
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         “Oh, Merlin,” Remus Lupin whispered, turning to look at Sirius after the four Marauders watched Regulus stride off and Y/N collapse. They’d heard most of everything, and the broken, remorseful expression on Sirius’s face was enough to make any living person’s chest ache. “Sirius…”
         But Sirius wasn’t looking. And he wasn’t listening. He had his eyes clenched shut, looking to be totally void of any sense for the modern day, as he pulled at his hair, angry, angry, angry, like the only one he now wanted to punch and kick was himself.
         Similarly, James wasn’t looking at either of them. And he held no attention for Peter, who was nervously looking at Remus, like he was the only one with any real sense. Instead, James was staring at Y/N. Watching her with this look of heart-churning realization, like his gut had wrenched itself inside-out. He’d been so angry at her, thinking she’d played some sick game with his best mate’s head, when in reality, they were all pawns to a bigger pawn’s game—just like Regulus had said.
         And Regulus. James knew it was shameful for the four of them—the Marauders, known for their wit and intelligence—to be so stupidly blind. To allow Y/N to be hurt, and to hunt for answers all by herself, while they patted their friend on the back, brooding over the betrayal of someone who did nothing but wear her heart on her sleeve, like a true Gryffindor.
         James was disappointed in himself. He should have known something was amiss, especially when Y/N came knocking on their door, desperate to reconcile. If she were truly ill-intentioned, she would not have come looking to apologize. She wouldn’t have seemed ready to cry when James had snapped at her, telling her to leave his best friend alone.
         It was all a bloody mess. One that James had no clue how to fix.
         One that Remus had no clue how to fix.
         One that Peter had no clue how to fix.
         One that Sirius had no clue how to fix.
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         Y/N stood, onto shaky legs. She could feel her heart pounding, and her body aching, as though she’d been pummeled by the sky a thousand times over. And she could feel her heart hurting, more than it had ever hurt before, because this time it was due to fallen memories, dying from the absence it held of answers she needed, ones made complicated by the flourish of a fucking wand.
         She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. She wanted to pound her fists into the dirt, yelling for a mercy that no one—not even Merlin himself—would grant.
         This situation was painful. So painful and so consequential that Y/N was looking to a stranger for guidance, a boy who she once thought washed with insensible, parental bullshit, now capable of compassion, and willing to help her, even though she was broken—broken beyond prepare.
         And here was the broken girl, walking slowly away from the place where she’d lost her dignity, heading to where she’d stay until it was time for answers, her dormitory, because she had nowhere else to go, and not a single soul to curve into for comfort.
         And even now, she was hallucinating the idea of Sirius, for he was standing in the next corridor, there with his friends, three blokes once dearly close to Y/N, before she’d lost them. And he seemed so real, too, because he was staring at her, with these round, bloodshot eyes, just staring, so terribly sad and heartbroken that Y/N just wanted to hug him.
         She ached to touch him again, to hold him dear and close—just as she dreamed and just as she now deluded herself into imagining. It was beautiful. And heart-wrenching.
         Something Y/N kept thinking, and yearning for, that she could hardly feel or return the hard, abrupt, and clumsy hug she suddenly received from Sirius Black himself.
         She was frozen. She was concerned. She questioned her own sanity because his arms felt so real, his hair felt so real, his tears felt so real. Was he real? Was this a ghost of the past? Was this a dream? Or would he get brutally ripped from her, leaving her in the essence of a nightmare?
         She was unsure. She was stuck. Until he murmured three words, against the base of her throat, words that brought air bubbles into her heart’s pitter-pattering beat, that had a hiccupping sob erupting from her mouth—
         “I’m so sorry.”
         And Y/N’s arms returned the hug, feverishly, like she might never hug again. Like he might disappear, and she’d be left with nothing. But he was physical flesh. He was physical bone. He was a beautiful canvas, one Y/N desperately sought to ruin, over and over again, until he was her flesh, until he was her bone.
         “I love you,” he sobbed into her hair. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.”
         And though Y/N wanted to pound at his chest and scream at him for shredding apart her heart and leaving her with nothing, she felt no other feeling than love, than wholeness, for her heart was no longer shredded. It had come back together into a puzzle of pieces meant only for one man, whose name was Sirius.
         He was here, living, breathing—and he still loved her. And that was all that mattered.
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greensparty · 2 years ago
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Album Reviews: Red Hot Chili Peppers / John Carpenter, Cody Carpenter and Daniel Davies
This week I got to review not one but two high profile group’s second new release of the year!
Red Hot Chili Peppers Return of the Dream Canteen
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The Red Hot Chili Peppers are coming up on 40 years as a band. The core of the group has always been singer Anthony Kiedis and bassist Flea. The wild punk antics of this group have sometimes overshadowed the music itself. They’ve had a ton of lineup changes over the years, but once drummer Chad Smith joined in 1988 along with guitarist John Frusciante, that became the classic lineup. I first became aware of them in the late 80s, but really became a fan around Mother’s Milk era. The group’s mixture of funk, metal, rap, rock, punk and jazz set them apart from a lot of their peers during that era. 1991′s Blood Sugar Sex Magik is the band’s magnum opus and it broke through to mainstream radio too. Over the years Frusciante has come and gone. There’s a perception among music geeks that any other guitarist was just a placeholder for Frusciante. While I liked Dave Navarro and Josh Klinghoffer, the band as a whole really played off each other well with Frusciante. I got to see RHCP in 2000 in their co-headlining tour with Foo Fighters. That lineup is easily there best. Ever! 
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In 2019, Frusciante re-joined the band. Earlier this year saw the release of the band’s Unlimited Love, which was their best album since 2002′s By the Way IMHO. Instead of having to wait five years for the next RHCP album, the group is releasing Return of the Dream Canteen today on Warner. The album was recorded during the same sessions as Unlimited Love. It would be easy to regard this as “all of the leftovers not good enough to make it onto Unlimited Love”, but that’s not the case. This works as its own album and Unlimited Love works as its own sequential album as well. I thought the band’s double album Stadium Arcadium was a little long and could’ve been a better album as a single disc. By releasing two separate albums, the Chilis are having their cake and eating it too: no double album with a lot of filler, but two separate albums that can be appreciated as their own separate release. There are some serious bangers here including the recently released single “Eddie” (a tribute to Eddie Van Halen), “Shoot Me a Smile” and “The Drummer”. It is a long album at 75 minutes over 17 tracks, but it feels like the slightly mellower side of the recording sessions with a side of funk. I can only hope we get a new album in another six months!
For info on Return of the Dream Canteen: https://music.redhotchilipeppers.com/collections/return-of-the-dream-canteen
4 out of 5 stars
John Carpenter, Cody Carpenter, and Daniel Davies Halloween Ends soundtrack
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One of the coolest things I’ve gotten to do since starting this blog is that I’ve gotten to cover John Carpenter’s revitalized music career.  In 2017, Carpenter along with his band including son Cody Carpenter and his godson Daniel Davies went on tour and I was lucky enough to see their Boston show performing film scores along with movie clips. In 2021 I got to review John’s album Lost Themes III: Alive After Death and earlier this year I reviewed the trio’s soundtrack to Firestarter. But the really exciting thing for this trio is that they scored the soundtrack to the 2018 Halloween movie, David Gordon Green’s direct sequel to John’s 1978 best-of-the-entire-series original. The trio referenced John’s original score in a very innovative way. I even named that soundtrack my #5 Album of 2018. Last year, they did the soundtrack for Green’s sequel Halloween Kills. Not lying when I say their soundtrack score was the best thing about that film. Now for the release of Green’s final film in the series (or so they say) John, Cody and Daniel have done a soundtrack score for Halloween Ends, opening this week. The soundtrack drops digitally today and will be released physically on January 14, 2023 from Sacred Bones.
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At this point, John, Cody and Daniel are a tight unit and they all are playing off each other so well. In reviewing this album, I have not seen the film yet, so I was reviewing this solely based on the music and not based on the cinematic context of how the music plays with scenes. There is an undercurrent of terror throughout this entire soundtrack. It is ambient and synth-heavy, but there’s also an element of danceable rhythms bubbling up, similar to John’s early 80s scores. As a soundtrack album it didn’t blow me away the way that the 2018 Halloween soundtrack did, which was super exciting to see John doing a new Halloween score for the first time since Halloween III. But it is a solid score and I certainly hope the film itself can live up to the soundtrack this trio has done!
For info on the Halloween Ends soundtrack: https://www.sacredbonesrecords.com/products/sbr315-john-carpenter-halloween-ends-ost
3.5 out of 5 stars
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melody-inwonderland · 5 years ago
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Character sheet - Melody Kotobuki (season 1-3) It looks like it's done by hand but it's actually done thanks to the Clip Paint pencil The card is obviously on 1-3 season - Name: Melody
Nickname: Melly, Mel, Melody-chan, Sweetie and Little-angel Lastname:Kotobuki "Kimizuka" * (Kimizuka is the surname of her adoptive parents) Age: - 1 season - 15 and a half years - 2 Season - 15/16 - 3 Season - 16
Height: 1.62 cm Deck: Fairies and Angels Relatives: Dark Lillian The Eternal Queen/ Princess Lillian (Ancestor) Rose (Victorian Age)(Ancestor) Relatives: Mother: Lily Collins Kotobuki (Deceased) Father: Koichiro Kotobuki Aunt (Lily's sister): Angie Collins Twin sister: Ashley Kotobuki Kimizuka Seiji (Adoptive Father) Jolene Lopez (adoptive mother) Zodiac sign: Libra Date of birth: October 17th Favorite food: Fried shrimps, egg sandwich, crambled eggs and poochy Hated food: Oysters School: Duel Academy Dormitory: Slyfer Red
Character: Melody is a girl with a shy and caring character, but it is difficult for her to make friends because of shyness, but when she gets comfortable with people she is equally kind.
She throws herself headlong to help people in need without knowing who they are, given that for her kindness is what puts her first, but often her naivety does not often help her to distance good from bad, it's only because she thinks that there is more of a good side in people than a bad side. She gets embarrassed many times when she has to show up in front of a group of people or when they compliment her. Despite everything he knows how to be available and very sweet with the people he cares about. She is able to see the spirits, most converse with her friend Kuribon (and other spirits) but she hides this talent to prevent it from looking like a strange girl in front of the others.During the duels she becomes decidedly brave, even if sometimes she takes that slight panic, puts aside the fear and becomes more determined not to give up easily, she always tries to find new techniques with her deck to win, but it does not always happen. It is clear that she is available, the proof is when she helps Mrs. Dorothy / Tome-san to cook for the Slyfer dormitory. Melody she has not had any love experience, it is clear from the beginning that she is inexperienced, considering her naivety even on two-way speeches but being a girl who loves romance she daydreams us, and is committed if she wants to demonstrate the his feelings to someone. Often she is afraid or worried about others, and for this reason she wants to protect all her friends and loved ones, without thinking especially of herself, as she has a great fear that she keeps hidden from everyone, the only thing she has thought of , is that phrase that always remembers her mother that makes her strong. She is easily frightened when she has nightmares or strange dreams, and this intimidates her because she wants to know the truth, even if this can scare her, she wants answers.Melody proves to have a heart of gold and pure, not only because it is a part of herself but it is also because she is the heir to the power of Gentle Light, a pure and innocent power, but very powerful as it becomes complete. Enveloped, she influences people or animals next to her in a positive way, for example when she sings her voice, she lifts people's minds and makes them calm and calm.
Relationship (in progress): (These female characters that I am listing are from my OCs and I will also make them depicting drawings to introduce them to you.) Ashley Kotobuki: She gets on very well with her sister, and their bond is even more united after that tragic event in their past that made her separate happened. Since then Ashley becomes protective with her enough to make her look like an older sister, they are twins but they have a different mentality even when it comes to boys, which protects her from boys who don't like her, threatening them with her exits, for Melody she is not very quiet when Ashley takes it out on Judai, despite having done nothing and her sister can't stand it. She knows he can always count on her when she needs it. Lucy Suzuki: In the beginning she found it difficult to make friends with her, indeed Lucy hated girls who had big breasts, and Melody did not even get to understand the reason but she still tries to chat with her and find nice topics that they could open a conversation, even if Lucy was silent she did not give up. This amazes her so much that she doesn't know if she considers her stupid or kind. They manage to become friends enough to make Melody look like an older sister. Lucy calls her "Nee-baka" (stupid big sister) affectionately ... maybe?
Judai Yuki:
They are roommates with Sho and Hayato, she met him at the lake when he was looking for her, since Daitokuji-sensei / Professor Banner was worried about her and asked Judai, Sho and Hayato to look for her. being a new student who arrived and feared she might get lost.  From that moment on she started to have a crush on him, but most of all you feel a sense of familiarity as if he has always known him, and the same also applies to Judai, even if he thought it was just his impression. growing this feeling more and more, she tries to take courage to open up with him. (during the second season timeline) Knowing that he always finds the food she prepares for the canteen Slyfer good, she feels happy when he receives a compliment from him. In the adventure there at the academy she claims to be noticed by him, albeit so light, and in a shy way, but she simply tries to be herself even if she does not mind showing herself and does not want to be the center of attention. of all, but it is easy to worry about Judai when trouble arises that hovers over him
Gentle Light:
There are dreams that Melody often makes, and in those dreams a girl appears who has the physiognomy of a pure girl, is one of the many skills of Gentle Light, she can appear in people's dreams. Initially she rarely appeared in her dreams as the power in her is mild but when she is complete, she often appears to give advice to Melody and give him the right answers to every question. Melody feels protective of her and makes sure to protect her at all costs from Darkness of Distruction and her brother Light of Distruction.
Eternal Queen / Princess Lillian:
The ancestor of Melody, was the princess of the kingdom of Light and Water (Symbology of each monster that belongs to the "Light" "Water" category). Lillian was also an heir to Gentle light and was the betrothed of the Supreme King. In the arc of the "Dark World" Melody will understand the truth about who she really is and what binds her to Lillian, thus freeing Lillian from the darkness, thus becoming one with her to stop with Judai, Yubel and Heriel, and returned in their world..
Heriel: The angel who in childhood was next to a melody together with Splendid Venus, belonged to a Lily before being switched to a Melody, held, his mind was corrupted after the fire that killed Lily, believed that the family had abandoned her, since Melody's father exiled her by sending her into space, accidentally finding himself with the capsule where Yubel was also kept, since then he vowed to take revenge together with "Her", Yubel, her lover. In the final battle between her and Melody, Melody decides to combine her soul with Heriel's so as not to make her suffer anymore and to bring her back to see the truth, never abandoning it again, remembering that in the Lillian era they were linked by a deep and unique bond .
Background:
Melody was born into a very rich and famous family in the working field, since it is the third richest family after Maximilian Pegasus and the Kaiba corporation, Kotobuki Enterprises is very united with the company precisely with the latter, in terms of business and work on the production field of Duel Monsters. Lily Collins gave birth to twins: Ashley and Melody, of which the latter suffered from a weak constitution as a child, easily got sick but was somehow strong and for this she was able to recover positively, but they avoided making too much effort, living in one of their villas, one of which was located in the countryside. She and Ashley had a happy and normal childhood with their family, they were united and helped each other. They spent more time with the servants, their nanny and their mother, not many times they spent it with their father as he was often busy with work, the times they saw him usually was on weekends. She was the first to see the spirits of Duel Monsters, at her 7th birthday, her mother gave her her first two cards: Splendid Venus and Heriel Angel of Light. After their 7 years, in December, someone lit the fire in the villa, the flames gradually destroyed everything that was in the villa and there Melody and Lily separated from Ashley and the housekeeper. They tried to escape by finding a loophole in the secret streets of the villa, but they met someone. That someone, or rather a man, killed his mother Lily, and the girl entered a state of shock, crying and screaming, creating a light that surrounded herself, by away the man from her to her unbeknownst and then, she disappeared into thin air, saving herself. Nobody knew what happened to Melody, they said she had died at the fire like her mother, or disappeared. Ashley believed that she was still alive and would keep her pendant every moment of her life until she found her missing sister. Melody was found in Domino City, in a family home no longer remembering who she was, she remembered very few things like her name, she only had Splendid Venus with her, feeling that it was an important card of an important person for her. For months she frequented the family home by being with his peers in which she lived, always having questions about who she really was or if they had abandoned him, yet even if he got sad, she always found hope. She is eventually adopted by the Kimizuka family, taking care of her, treating her like a real daughter. After that he passed a quiet and safe childhood, and growing up he engaged with his studies and became kind every day, often remembering those words he remembered: "Strength, kindness and courage are the keys to being a heroine or princess but she must not forget to be loving and sweet towards others."
Trivia: - She and Ashley are twins, the first to be born is Melody even though she herself calls Ashley big sister - His favorite subject is the story of Duel Monsters - She is Nippo-American, born of an American mother and a Japanese father. - When she was a child, she suffered from a weak constitution, which, growing, seems to improve little by little. - She is able to see the spirits. - Heir to Gentle Light's power - It's the reincarnation of Princess Lillian - She is afraid of thunderstorms and fire because of a shock that occurred when she separated from Ashley when she was a child. - Can play the piano - His singing relieves the soul of people and many other creatures, giving a positive effect. - Communicate with Gentle Light through dreams.
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cometladyicarus-blog · 8 years ago
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Goodnight, darth Vader, Don’t Let the Wampas Bite chapter 8
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“You live on a ship.”
Luke looked up to the Togruta woman and tilted his head. “Why do you say that like that?”
Ahsoka shook her head with a shrug. “I should be more surprised, but Master Skywalker liked his ships back in the war.”
“What kind of ships did Dad have?”
“Junkers, really. Ask him about the Twilight sometime. I’m still not certain it had engines when he took it.”
“What kind of a ship was it?
Leia rolled her eyes. “Luke, it’s a ship, who cares?”
“I asked, I care!”
“Well I don’t! Aunt Ahsoka, Uncle Rex and Dad have told us about Christophsis. Can you tell us about it from your side?”
The former Jedi shrugged and looked up to see Rex dozing in a chair near the doorway. “I guess, but it’s getting late. Why don’t you change into your sleep clothes and get into bed, and then I’ll tell you about my first battle in the Clone Wars, okay?”
“Okay. But Dad still owes us a chapter from our book.”
“Uncle Rex! Uncle Rex!”
The poor clone jolted and reached for his hip and the empty holsters at both sides before groaning. “Blast, I need to stop falling asleep like this.”
“Uncle Rex, Aunt Ahsoka’s gonna tell us about her first battle in the war!”
Rex nodded for a moment before he stopped nodding. “Commander, why are you telling these kids that story? It’s bad enough the gold clanker gets after me for telling my war stories….”
“I was twelve. You were ten. They’re not that much younger. Master Skywalker destroyed a Trade federation ship when he was nine – you said so yourself.”
“They’re Skywalker’s kids, sure, but they’re neither Jedi nor soldiers.”
Leia grinned as she finished arranging her pillows into a support so she could sit up. “We’re going to be Sith. Jedi betrayed the Emperor, Dad tried to stop them, but when he went to end the war, the Jedi almost succeeded in hurting the Emperor again. The Jedi sent a – uh – ass-ass-assin to kill Mom and Dad too. Of-ishy-ally, they did.”
Ahsoka frowned. “Who taught you that?”
“Our teacher at school. And in Pre-school too.”
“He didn’t teach you?”
Luke frowned. “Dad doesn’t like to talk about the end of the War. It makes him sad, and then he gets a whole bunch of broken droid bits that he works on. Sometimes I help. Leia doesn’t like to help.”
She glared at her brother. “I keep them clean and pretty!” She turned back to the ex-Jedi. “You promised to tell us about your first battle in the War.”
“Alright. Rex! I’ll need your help to keep some of the facts straight.”
The thirty-something looking clone looked into the bedroom, half of a messy sandwich in his mouth and a couple canteens in his hands. “Wiff wha?” He offered one canteen to her.
“Christophsis. You know how it started better than I do.” She didn’t open it when she took it, and looked around for a second chair to bring over to where both of the twins could see them without favoritism.
With one hand free, he chewed the bite of the sandwich and swallowed before speaking. “Alrigh’. It’s caf’ Commander. Should keep us awake a bit longer until Lord Vader gets back.” He took the chair Ahsoka had used the Force to bring over and sat, looking very out of place, wearing his armor in the bedroom for children and sitting in a chair meant for much smaller forms, his knees were halfway up his chest as he balanced the half-sandwich on a knee and set an open canteen of caf’ on the floor. “So, the evil Separatists were blockading Christophsis from any ships getting in. Not even trade goods could get through, and the people were starving, sick, and injured.”
“What’s a blockade?”
He smiled, and his eyes seemed to be looking far beyond anyone in the room. “It’s when a number of a military force are used to keep things from getting past them to a place. Like the Stormies out in the hangar are keeping bad guys from getting to your home, except in a blockade nothing good, bad or neither gets in.” Rex paused a moment, shaking his head a little before picking up the story. “So, nothing from off-world was getting to Christophsis, and the blockade fleet was facing off with the Republic’s fleet in the system. We’d sent ships time and time again with relief supplies, but nothing was getting through the blockade. General Kenobi and some of the Republic’s top scientists had developed a top-secret tool to try and get through the blockade with supplies, but there would only be one chance, and they needed everything they could to make it the best chance they could.  
“So they called for General Skywalker, his fleet, and the 501st to come, help out, and trade places so the tired and injured soldiers could get better, and the damaged ships could be fixed up. So we arrived. General Skywalker nearly broke his nose on the top-secret tool….”
The twins were asleep before Ahsoka got to speak, had in fact fallen asleep after hearing how the General got through the blockade, before Rex could tell them again about how he and Cody found a traitor Ventress had bought.
After washing down a mouthful of sandwich, the veteran Captain spoke. “Good seeing you again, Commander.”
“Why am I not being shot at?” She fidgeted with her hand.
Rex shrugged. “Me, my 501st, lot of the others, we took out the chips in our heads that Fives died telling us about. But even then, you weren’t a Jedi anymore. You’re still not a Jedi, and you were taken off of the Order 66 list when you left or something. He thinks the chips were used to make us obey the Executive Order, just in case we had gotten too attached to our Jedi COs. Officially, because you were betrayed by a Jedi, you went into hiding for an undercover mission to look for other Jedi traitors. You still hold rank in the 501st.”
“Rex, what really happened? Why is Master Skywalker a Sith, and in that suit? Who is the mother of those kids?”
He shrugged, shoving the last of his sandwich into his mouth as he stood to collect the canteen and put the chair back. “Haf th’ ash him. Or d’kiths.”
“Chew, swallow your food, and we can try that again. You had better food manners during the war.”
He washed down the sandwich with caf’. “Didn’t usually have to talk while eating. Or I was eating food that was easier to move around in case I had to talk.”
“You just ate dinner too.”
“Fast metabolism for accelerated aging, Tano, don’t you remember? Anyway, you’ll have to ask Lord Vader. The kids might know some things. There’s always the official records as well. Goldenrod might be happy to tell you all about them. Artoo would be a more reliable source for other details.”
A dark shadow approached the two veterans of another era. “Thank you, Rex. Ahsoka. I did not expect the Emperor to contact me after my meeting.”
“Krayt Drakelings have fallen asleep, sir.”
“The what?”
“My children. Rex called them terrors who could kill without knowing they would when they were only two and running off on him. Like Krayt Dragon young.”
“Right.” She shrugged. “So, yeah, I got captured. What’s your big plan, Skyguy? Execute me?”
Vader shook his head. “You’re not a Jedi. Rex, would you update the Commander on the 501st please? I imagine she would like to know what she had been doing officially.”
“One question first – who is the mother of those kids? They said something about assassins going after you and their mother at the end of the war, and you weren’t close to any woman in my memory. Well, maybe Senator Amidala, but you and she had different-“
“Padme Amidala. They are children of Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amidala. To the Jedi assassins, Amidala was the enemy for being a politician, even if she did not support turning the Republic into an Empire.”
Apparently Rex didn’t know, since his canteen clattered to the ground and he groaned. “Now it all makes sense. You went after her on the <EMP Ship from the first TCW arc>, then there was the whole Banking Clans thing with her, when the Seppies went after Naboo, blast it all, how did that manage to stay a secret and unnoticed?”
“No wonder she looked at me weirdly when I said you and she thought so much alike.” She nodded. “Rex, he said something about updating me on the 501st?”
“Right, ma’am. Sir.”
Vader waited for the last two allies who knew him from before the armor to leave before looking into the room with his sleeping children.
“I’m not afraid to die. I’ve been dying a little bit each day since you came back into my life…. I love you.”
“You love me? I thought we had decided not to fall in love. That we’d be forced to live a lie and it would destroy our lives.”
“I think our lives are about to be destroyed anyway.”
Proof she had loved him, and he loves her was in that room. The glowing stars were bright spots in his red vision, but he smiled under his mask. Once his master was overthrown, he might finally be able to see both of them with his own eyes, but for now, he couldn’t let himself be seen outside of his chambers without any part of the suit.
“One day, I will become the greatest Jedi ever. I will even learn how to stop people from dying.”
“Not from a Jedi.”
He frowned at the last two memories as they came to mind. Ahsoka was with the Rebels, if he could convince her to return to the 501st, maybe convince her to use her position to help her rebels, he could feed information to them, wear out the Stormtroopers the Emperor insisted on using….
Luke turned over and muttered something about “bad motivators” and “blue milk.”
He was missing out on time with them the longer Palpatine lived and had him in meetings or out hunting down the last of the survivors of that stupid order. Only the very youngest of the escaping younglings from then were really left, and Kenobi. Part of him wondered if his master truly managed to kill Yoda. He didn’t see the old green Jedi Grandmaster’s body at that time, and he wasn’t quite as good at fighting with a lightsaber or the Force as he once claimed he was.
“I am as good as Master Yoda.”
“Only in your dreams, my young Padawan.”
“So, I have permission to act against the Inquisitors? How nice. I had to rebuild my lightsabers because of them. Twice they dragged me into a droid facility, and one time, both of my lightsabers got cut in half. Damn near took my arm while the machines were at it.”
“Could file for replacement parts.”
“They’re expensive considering how illegal most of them are now as ‘Jedi Artifacts.’ At least I managed to recover the crystals, and Master Skywalker taught me to keep extra parts on hand all the time.” Of course he did, Ma- Kenobi was fond of lecturing him on losing a lightsaber, and he in turn lectured her on not having lightsaber construction materials nearby at all times in case she lost her weapon.
“Where are they anyway? Thought those things were your life, like my Deeces.”
“He took them. Didn’t trust me with them in the speeder, though my leg’s still broken. Or the ship. Or here. Why does he use another ship when he lives on one?”
“Who knows what goes on in the mind of a Jedi, or a Sith.” Rex sounded like he was repeating something he had heard from long ago.
He stepped into the door-less doorway of the guest bunkroom to look at them both. Considering the room used to be a brig, it was repurposed well for a guest room. “I could finish your training, and you could resume your position in the 501st, if you wanted.”
She looked at his mask and frowned. “I’m not a Sith.”
“You don’t have to be.” He’d rather she wouldn’t anyway. The Sith ways didn’t work either as they were.
She crossed her arms and shook her head. “You’re teaching your kids to be Sith. I know how the Sith work – there are only two.”
He sighed, the noise translating poorly from his mask as merely another exhale. Instead he paced the hallway for a moment. “Not really. They’re learning the basics of the Force, but I will not follow Darth Bane’s teachings. I will go to an older Sith Order’s model.”
She snorted. “The Sith Order? They fell apart fighting each other, manipulated by their emotions.”
“Repressing emotions didn’t help the Jedi either, when they were blind to a Sith leading their government.” Her frown deepened, but the pause before her counter argument told him she agreed with his point.
“The Emperor will want me dead.” She had a point, but he was working on that. For now, he could make himself look like he was doing as Dooku once did and training a ‘secret’ apprentice. The Emperor would expect him to do so eventually, why not the student he already had taught?
“I can distract him enough for a while.”
She looked to be considering her options before turning to Rex. “So, Rex, you got used to not taking orders from me. Are you sure you could handle taking orders from someone younger than you?”
He smiled. “You? Younger? Nah, I’m, what, two years younger than you? Three? I still have more experience than you with months of combat service before Christophsis.”
“I won’t be your apprentice. But I’ll be part of the 501st. I don’t kill kids. And I can use a blaster if you don’t trust me with my lightsabers.” She didn’t look away from his mask as she spoke.
Rex paled a moment before forcing himself to smile. “Good to have you back, Commander.”
“I accept the alternative terms of the deal. There will be a uniform for you to wear, and armor, in the morning.”
Hours later, his helmet’s HUD alerted him of a message being sent out on an encrypted signal.
The plan has changed. I have a new source of intel for the cells and will not be out in the field. –Fulcrum out.
He chuckled to himself. She was learning to be a very good leader before the Jedi, and he, turned their backs to her. Of course she wouldn’t simply be taking orders.
And he just gave one of the main inner circle of the Rebels an almost complete free-access over Imperial information. Not truly free access, she would find much still classified to her, but it would likely be more information her spies elsewhere would get.
He did hope she wouldn’t get the 501st killed, however. He was lucky to get many of the original clones that were left under his command. The others in the military could have the Stormtroopers. And the bad knock-off clones who only lived for three years now.
He switched over to view the twins, still asleep.
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agent-7-at-your-service · 8 years ago
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Future Plot: Project Titanomachy - Chapter 20 (Part 1)
(( Camille belongs to @inklingleesquidly
The green moth belongs to @son-of-joy and @twelvetailedkitsune  
Those not mentioned belong to @myzzy @agenttwo @alpinesquid @a-demo-of-a-hero and others. 
Author's note: The mental breakdown was based offKatniss Everdeen’s breakdown near the end of Hunger Games Mockingjay. I kind of fear that this scene ould be reviewed as kind of poor, and you guys might want more from it.))
For the past 3 days, Camille was exiled to the Strofades, still in her green tunic-like dress. This was before she was stripped of her divine champion role and tortured by facing 12 fights against creatures that Heracles fought or obtained for Olympus. However, Agent 0 and Hermes were clever enough to convince Choadis to sent her to the islands immediately, and that was while she was facing a deer she refused to fight.
The island has been left abandoned during the Mollusc Era, the rocky beaches have been turned into sandy shores from water erosion. The vegetation on the island had created forests and fields while willows were introduced to the island. Birds continue to visit the island during migrations, and crabs and turtles roam the beaches.
Camille had to use sail tarps from a shipwreck for blankets, towels, and a cloak, grass and washed up wood for tinder, and some metal scraps for tools. She lacks all the survival skills one should have in the wild, but at least she can try to acquire them while she's in exile. She didn't think of leaving the island.
She also worried about her family back in Inkopolis. She has never been away from her family for this long. She's starting to miss them and her friends.
At one time, she stumbled into an abandoned monastery that once housed monks.
She noticed a green moth at the entrance room and sighed.
"Get out..." Camille ordered.
The moth didn't move. Camille, at this point, has had enough being an Olympian, but not like this. The deaths of Emerald and Sapphire are haunting her like ghosts of warriors killed. She didn't want to be reminded of these great failures of an Olympians.
"I said get out!" Camille yelled at it.
Again, the moth didn't move.
"Get out! Emerald's gone!" Camille noticed some small porcelain ornaments on a shelf and threw it at the moth, but each throw misses. "Emerald’s gone! She's gone! She's gone! And she's not coming back! Get out of here! Don't--!"
Camille trips and almost collapses. As she was on her knees she covers her face, beginning to weep. The moth opens and closes her wings and flew towards her. She notices the moth come close and she reaches out to it to let it land on her index finger.
While tears still ran down her cheeks, she looked carefully at the moth. Could it be her? She thought.
All that matters was that she can't go back. She was scarred and betrayed, and now she was pushed to the point where this exile was her ending. Her dreams, shattered; her future, non-existent; her hope.... there was no hope.
An Exile's Beach, Strofades (Strofadia), Greece - Morning
Iris, the rainbow-haired inkling in divine radiance and clothes, has been Camille's only companion during exile. She made sure the Harpies never bothered Camille during her exile.
Iris has been visiting Camille to listen to her story while delivering food, clothing, and supplies to her by the request of Hermes. In addition, she provided her home -- the monk's monastery that was once a fortress-- to her along with orchards and necessities that make the place a small town. It's least she can do for someone that's so helpless during exile.
Whenever Iris asked Camille to continue telling her story in the mornings, Iris would offer some sweet bread and grape juice, sit at the beach, and sink their feet into the sands. It would get cold in the morning, so Iris offered a blanket for warmth.
Camille was already finishing up her story.
"Chaodis was Strife... I gave the Omphalos Stone to Strife," Camille narrated, "I am such a fool for loving him." She then looked at Iris. "And I was deemed a traitor for swearing some oath to Eris... Now everything I did as a champion is gone to waste."
Camille took a bite of her sweet bread, chewed, and swallowed. She then takes a few gulps of grape juice from a canteen.
"Hermes is aware of this too," Iris confesses.
Camille looks at her. "He know's my innocence?"
"And you expect him to defend you during that time?" Iris raised an eyebrow while taking a serious pose.
"...Good point." Camille sighs. "So is this story enough to prove my innocence?"
Iris nods. "I just need to tell this last bit to your friends and they'll decide--"
Soon Nyctimene, the large little owl, crashes into the sand, moving Camille and Iris out of the way.
"Nicky!?" Camille walks over to the owl. "Don't ever do that!"
"Who..." Nyctimene gets up and looks dizzy again. "Who....Who...."
"Hermes sent you?" Camille is surprised to see her bird companion again. "To tell me what?"
"Who..." Nyctimene turns her head all the way.
"My exile's shortened.... for how long?" Camille asked.
Iris walks over and saw the size of the little owl. She didn't expect Hermes to do this.
"Who..." Nyctimene shakes her head and no longer looks dizzy. She sits down and sleeps.
"2 days..." Camille said to herself, "Today and tomorrow....." She looked at Nyctimene. "Why?"
"Who..." Nyctimene was not going to tell her.
The simple message actually changed her. Her story has not ended yet, and the message proves it.
Iris decided to stay with Camille to accompany her. Camille was still thinking about Chaodis and how she was going to beat him up once this is all over. For now, she has to just last today and tomorrow, and she'll return the day after.
Somehow, she still has Mnemosyne's amulet and Phoebe's book, but she hasn't used it, there wasn't really anything in the book that can help her now.  There was nothing else she had in her inventory, but then found something: a magenta racer's scarf. The same scarf her mother gave to her. The good luck charm for racing is now a memento that keeps her close to her family.
When it was night, she was personifying Princess Camilla again in her dreams, finding herself in the piers of Troy with Athena. The two were meeting in secret. The dream was longer than she expected, and it's Turf War wasn't like any turf war.
All Camille and remember as Camilla was that they were spending their last days before the war. Camille taught Athena how to play her invention, the flute, Athena taught her how to play the lyre with a plectrum, and the two enjoyed racing in the wilderness near Athens while exploring the forests.
All that was behind her now in this dream. Athena was ready to go her separate ways with Camille.
"Before you leave, Camilla... get on one knee..." Athena takes out her spear.
Camille did so and wonder what it was for.
Athena gently places the head of the spear on Camille's left shoulder and then on her right shoulder. She then puts the spear away and places her hand on Camille's forehead. She rubs her thumb on her forehead.
"With my blessing... please... guide those you find worthy to be my champion," Athena blessed.
Camille looks up at Athena and nods. "I will, Athena."
Soon after, they go their separate ways.
For the next few days, Troy will be at war. Camille will be leading Amazons under the orders of Artemis, fighting for the Trojans. Apollo, Ares, and Artemis were there to support their sister Aphrodite, Leto was there because of Apollo and Artemis, and a few Greek Heroes were there to support the gods that helped them.
During the war, the Trojans were already losing their Greek Heroes while the Amazons that Camille led were uncontrollable yet they pushed the Greeks back.
It was only on the second-to-final day where Camille was going to meet Camilla's demise.
Camille has already organized the Amazons on that day, and their mastery in archery has always been valuable to Troy. Every time they fire, the Greeks always retreat to the beaches every time and wait for their ammunition to go out.
But that was about to change: An Aegean blue inkling named Achilles gathered his bravest chariot men and attempted to climb the walls that protect the Trojans and Amazons. He had his men bring light shields on their chariot charge and disguise the horses as deer. And this has worked on the Amazons, but not Camille.
One at the walls, Achilles and his chariot men proudly climb their way to Troy and attacked the Amazons once at the top. In addition, he used his chariot to kill a Trojan named Hector just to break the morale of the Trojans defending. Only Camille had the mind to fall back and try to regroup, but Achilles's attack has turned the tides. The Greeks leave the beach and join with Achilles on the siege. Troy now had to fight with doors open to the enemies.
Camille decided to go after Achilles, leaving what's left of her Amazons to help Troy. She chased him down a city street and then a racing alley where she freed a dead Hector from Achilles's chariot. But now she had to deal with Achilles chasing her down.
And with just a few turns and u-turns to try and fight back, Camille's chariot crashes into a garden where she ends up injured. She can see the Trojans and Amazons fall back to an inner part of the city, the Citadel. The Greeks were victorious for another day with red ink staining a part of Troy.
Achilles approaches Camille with a spear prepared in his hand.
"Please no...," Camille begged, "By Athena's blessing, please don't..."
The spearhead was dipped in ink. He grabs the injured Camille and has her pinned to a wooden pillar. When he was going to deliver a thrust to the heart, he stopped, looking into Camille's eyes.
"I...I can't do it." Achilles said to himself, lowering his spear. "I just can't harm a beauty like you....."
But an Achaean Hero and his battalion arrived and were shocked to hear him say it.
"She's an Amazon, Prince of Skyros!" An Achaean Hero argued.
Achilles and the Achaean began to argue until the Achaean decided to kill her for him with just one stab to the chest.
Camille gasped.
"No!" Achille attacked the Achaean Hero, but a deformed commoner knocks him out.
Camille quickly wakes up from the dream. She would no longer dream as Camilla. As she woke up, she finds herself in an antique bedroom in the monastery where Iris was sleeping on a sofa.
She quickly grabbed Phoebe's Book and Mnemosyne's Amulet and decided to find out why the Trojan Turf War happened and what happened to Achilles and the Olympians. From the book, it revealed everything:
Eris was the one that planted the idea of the Trojan War in Zeus's mind. Zeus liked the idea since he, like his Quaternary incarnation, has been tired of heroes and demigods living among mortal. When the war ended, he exiled every surviving hero and demigods to a paradise far from Greece where it sunk into the ocean years later.
Eris also stole the Omphalos stone from Zeus to give to Achilles who swore an oath so that he can avenge Camilla. To avoid the blame, Eris blames Heracles who was exiled to Orthys where he committed suicide.
Eris then left Zeus to take the blame for bringing mortals to near-extinction again; However, this time, the oath of not fighting one another is broken, causing the gods to turn on each other and wipe off nearly all of the pantheon. They were now worse than the mortals who fought each other. Eris retreated to somewhere to avoid death.
Hermes and Hephaestus managed to be the only survivors and asked the minor Olympian gods to scatter and help mortals. Afterward, gods and goddesses would be among them as normal mortals.
Back with Achilles,  he did get his revenge but ended up dying with an arrow in his heel. As he died, he made one more oath to Eris, asking for a descendant to continue his legacy. She was obliged to do so as she found an advantage.
Camille quickly closes the book and can guess the rest of the events.
It was night.
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Across three stints with the Chili Peppers, Frusciante is widely regarded as one the greatest guitarists of all time. But while he returned for 2022’s excellent ‘Unlimited Love’, John had been widely absent from the band he first joined as the tricky fourth member in 1988 for 15 years — replaced by Dave Navarro from Jane’s Addiction in the 90s and later by Josh Klinghoffer. It’s not the focus of our chat today but as a fan, it’s so good to see him back in the band: after all, John’s role in the Chili Peppers, in my opinion, kicked them up a gear when he first joined for ‘Mothers Milk’ and then up sixteen gears with the era-defining ‘Blood Sugar Sex Magic'. 30 years later, it’s still one of the biggest records Warner has ever released, with a cool thirteen million copies sold to date. On 1999’s ‘Californication’ he solidified his position as one of the best guitarists and songwriters of his generation, and that record went even further, with over 15 million copies. In short, he’s helped write songs that will be around for generations to come.
“It's rare in life when you have a really good chemistry with people, where you can bring in a little piece of something and you can watch it turn into fully realized music," he says. "I also have that with Aaron Funk, because we can just sit down with a couple of machines and make music from nothing — without even talking about it we just start programming together. There's something about that real-time communication that I have with the people in the band. It's just a gift, and it's just something to be valued. It's something I’ll value till I die.”
 John Frusciante, Venetian Snares and Chris McDonald reunite as Speed Dealer Moms
New album 'Return of the Dream Canteen', like its predecessor and spiritual other-half 'Unlimited Love', was produced by the mighty Rick Rubin. While John admits that Warner wasn’t sure about the initial seven-piece, 40-song vinyl set — a compromise was found by splitting the project into two separate albums. The clear winner in the pack is ‘Eddie’, which already sounds like a classic Chili Pepper track. The idiosyncratic guitar line from John chimes clear as a bell, but it’s also a clear band effort — with Flea on fire and vocalist Anthony Kiedis’ line about their lost comrade Eddie van Halen is a beautiful tribute to the musician who cruelly died of cancer in 2020.
“As far as the electronic aspect of ‘Return of the Dream Canteen’ being subtle, I think it depends on what you’re listening for," John explains. “It’s not 'Red Hot Chili Peppers-go-electronic', Instead what I’m doing has its roots in Brian Eno’s work in Roxy Music — where synths and other gadgets are used to alter the sound of a live group, create atmosphere, sonic movement, and generally have unexpected sounds come in every so often. Another influence is David Bowie’s use of synths on Iggy Pop’s ‘The Idiot’, where it’s a raw-sounding live band, and then some really weird filthy synth sound comes in, which makes it no less raw sounding. The synths are supportive of the song and the band, but at times take over with weirdness. A little bit can go a long way towards taking a live band out of the real world and into an alternate reality. Also, a lot of the lead vocal treatments, which I did with delays and reverbs and sometimes synths, are things I do in my electronic music to samples. I do these things to all the instruments. The electronic part of it has as much to do with using the studio in a creative way as it does with synths.”
Although initially hard to pin down his creative thought process, we soon find common ground in a shared love of The Human League and Depeche Mode and also his leftfield-leaning electronic taste; Venetian Snares, Adrian Sherwood and Aphex Twin. "I have a lot of memories associated with [The Human League], especially by the time we were writing ‘By The Way’. I would blast ‘Reproduction’ to-and-from rehearsal every day. I especially love the first two albums and their early singles. And you have stuff like that all-instrumental ‘Dignity Of Labour’ EP [released in 1979], the basis for a lot of ambient music. Those guys were just going into the unknown!”
Likewise stadium rockers Depeche Mode, whom he discovered in the early eighties with ‘Songs of Faith And Devotion’ — 1984 single ‘Master And Servant’ is a particular favourite. “I'm a huge fan of Depeche Mode, when the Red Hot Chili Peppers started writing ‘Californication’ back in ‘98, I was 28 and had just restarted my life. When I came back into the world, I was a different person and Depeche Mode became my favourite band. I bought every 12” of theirs at a place near me called Vinyl Fetish that stocked a lot of UK imports. 'Master And Servant' is one of the weirder ones.”
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in thick dirt.
Jan 13, 2018
last night dirty spying eyes pestered me a lot. I saw lots of sexual scenarios, esp my familiar individuals around me, like dorm canteen operative woman, a staff of the canteen to whom my laundry outsourced. Its normal dusk when I went to canteen. When I felt good I asked some wine from the operative woman & handed over ¥5 as reward. I just want to be joyful & sharing my gratitude. Then sexual emotion likely aroused in the dorm canteen, esp in the 2 women. After dinner I went to joy as usual. On the road I saw lots of sexual scenes mindfully I once experienced when in doomed love which broke me up back to 2001 when I left Qiqihar to Nankai Univ, Tianjin, seeking my master degree. I know mostly women there love me, and I sometimes inspired by them. But I dislike unreal sex esp out of my loved one. I always pray for my peaceful soul partner, not indecent ones. That heaps of unblessed illusions reminded me this week an elder man I didn't know approached me in my dusk jog twice. He likely the husband of an elder woman who frequented me in my jog and some cases when I on way to visit my son 3 bus stop away. Every time she rode a bike. I at once thought in her elder what business can she have for such a busy route. Especially a time on my way to visit my son, she rested aside street and acquainted me. I just wonder how she made a living wilder around the street. I quit curiosity at once, as none of my business in that moment of probing mind. Now I'm almost sure that the insane elder woman in her show cheating me out her stalking me. Each time she talked to me, her husband, the old gay would appeared in my jog and trying talk to me, but I just reckoned him among QRRS workers once known me for I worked once in their factories soon after I employed, and never lingered more in my mind as unpleasant nod. Now I know the man's real ID. In this week after the insane woman acquaintance on her evasive riding away in my jog, the man stealthily pushed his way aside me arbitrarily, each time in dark area of my route. First time he claimed he noticed me watching my watch, which I never did. I mistaken him as passenger ask for time, so I search my pants pocket for watch to help me, the coward at once exiled, likely thought weapons in my pocket. After 2 days disappeared, he approached me again in front of QRRS square, claimed he noticed my usual route against normal people's there exercise, trying selling his research of me, or proof of his stalking. I just noticed aside a car turning around and the gay shamed then scattered again. I never looked him nor look back. The dirty illusive scenes all likely exerted by the sinful couples, they abused my well behavior. From my poor mother's grass root, I always resolved for poor diligent women, but didn't know the difference between normal elder woman's life, and those of out of shape. Last night I struggled to escape the fallen & dishonored, till I research my chromebook's replacement, new chromebook with android apps. I found amazon China selling this kind of products usually blocked within PRC. In the night I dreamt a lot purchasing the 2 notebooks for my son & my own notebook evolvement. I dreamt fought in sea with 2 battleship with same name derived from new chromebook I found at the e-commercial website. I saw fighting area on their functional dissected deck. When my son & I almost purchased the notebook, I woke up for the emptiness of wanting. God, dad, grant us sooner to have new set of chromebook for our workspace. Bring me sooner my Royal China, esp Asoh Yukiko, my Crown Queen from Japan. Grant us sanctum of love & privacy. Put self-esteem among people I concerned. In the lunar new year eve, grant us securer ownership over our adorable domains, ie renewal.
Jan 4, 2018
dreamt of Elon Musk, or Chinese version of Musk. he interviewed us from job applicant. then we take care of his family: his wife and his only son. an older staff also attending his family. his house in a lofty mountainous architecture, we have to clime in risk to reach it. when we returned to his house, the old staff throw Musk's boy onto a floating cushion, for no other shortcut to transport the kid bare hand in the harsh environment. even dangerous but the boy safely landed onto his house. Musk also challenged us with his famous product design. last night a bit relentless. after dinner in canteen, I first time felt hungry & dorm gate snack vendor out of service. so I bought myself a bread and ate it deliciously after dusk jog & watching TV in my dorm. then I reviewed recent talk to my 2nd elder sister. how she hated me & faked orthodox. I told her about world food crisis report online, she at once responded if I take pills recently. last time decade ago she forced me into asylum with plot with my other siblings, ignored dedicated cares healing. she is a coward, not only she married with a beast and suffered regret all life, also she currently trying push our niece into marriage with her nephew who likely a poor gay. she found her family doomed then tried her best to help attending my kid brother's first son, who turned out much less educated, and left her second son, also a cheap soul, followed my kid brother and successfully earning a life in southern China as my kid brother, and seized himself a tall girl as trophy wife from peasants labor flood there. she consumed my old family so many credit & merit to save her cheap family she once hopelessly sold herself into when she getting old & dependent to my eldest sister who committed suicide in her 30' partially caused by the kid sister who stayed awkwardly in my eldest sister's house after her senior middle school my parents hardly supported. she totally a betrayer & cowardice. then I reviewed all my brilliance lightened so many people in my living sphere, esp my home town villagers, my siblings, our relatives. my powerful influence was a gift of my era, my national atmosphere in which we believe in growth, scientific, and moral uprising under God's shine, ie. Christian, out of people's self-esteem. I saw society mindset and its efforts in molding reality for generations, and my development as the chosen. I review my failing siblings and praying forgiveness, exactly for their painful giving: hurt in guise. I reviewing love of my 3rd elder sister since childhood put me in peace so many decades. our road towards independence past and ahead. God dad, yesterday I almost first time felt panic of hunger. grant me anxious free upon food security. fed me with clean food & safe life. bring me sooner my Royal China and new family in which I likely bring one more child. God dad, bring me my Crown Queen, Asoh Yukiko from Japan, when it matters us. dad, grant us a peaceful and merry lunar new year.
Jan 1, 2018
first dreamt in school. the subject of experiment is to distill starch from stem, for final bean curd or jelly separated from paper tissue. then found I was studying my Doctor degree course. my old family members mostly proud of me. I likely in vacation and visiting my old family's relatives at hometown, Zhudajiu village or local municipal, Wuxue. then found my purse missing. I was very concerned. then my 2 elder sisters help me search in fields for it. we exam carefully every inch of earth, hoping find it back. I was so distressed that I woke up for it and found at once I didn't miss it, but now I can't figure out how my property safe in reality while when I just exit from dream, I know dreamy concern dissolved. This is first day of 2018. after 3 hours I will bring my son to dine out in Qiqihar downtown via groupon and aid financially by alipay credit. the holiday approached so quietly that I didn't prepare. I barely borrow ¥150 for usual weekend reuniting my son from QRRS Dorm canteen. after found my mistake, I search web carefully using the virtual credit to buy service online to make ends meet. in half day I setup alipay, Meituan on my raspberry pi and ordered 3 meals in cyberspace. yesterday we dined dico's franchise. on bus I prayed God allowing our coupon working and our holiday won't run short of cash. when we got there, there were not crowd. our groupon handled perfectly. we enjoy the meal so much. in fact, my deficit of meat healed quickly. I told my son Warren Buffett advises that youth should refrain from debt, and how Taiwan people inspire me, including dico's service. I urged him we are blessed to visit the franchise more frequent for it's just in its wane due to PRC economic hard problem, and eroded customer base among both richer Chinese and average Chinese family, for expenditure power just wears away in sinking PRC. I felt lucky to be served by the fast food chain in time when it's still graceful, and sale girls still so decent. I also told my son how I satisfied by my charity activity to offer a laid-off motorcycle worker begging for his hard life alongside street, on way my visiting my son, with ¥5: how its cost efficient & my emotional sanctified. after luncheon, we hangout in RT-Mart for my shampoo & toothpaste. my son definitely refused buying goods for him. so we only spend about 60 CNY there, among heavy carts and long queue of people at checkout. dad God, this week I will arrange installment with alipay credit. promise us smooth operation, grant us to complete paying back credit in time in coming year 2018. bring me sooner my Royal China, and my Crown Queen from Japan, Asoh Yukiko, for my lonely post mid age. grant us more offspring, esp Billing Zhu 's role in anticipated capable of billing, harmony with the Holy. God dad, in this pale morning, You ignite me with this post, let 2018 burning brighter & enlightened.
Dec 25, 2017
dreamt at my hometown village my passed mother sent me among other new enrolled undergraduates into college. my 2nd elder sister also prepared my package at home. there were near dozen of youth passed the entrance exam & enrolled. my nephew, ie. my 2nd elder brother's first son, also the lucky one. I query the richer family's kid, if he travel by airline. most kid will go to their campus via train, while I already had experience by air with my son recent years which let me proud, but I likely took train for poor economy. most of the village kids carried rice in bag. my family also prepared me rice in bag for dispatching, but I managed to persuade my relatives gave up for campus canteen does offer the food. it's touching moment for my elder brother's children never complete their senior education in reality. This is a cloudy morning. I at first felt gloomy, for last week I refrained from my son's anticipated joy of new SWAT suit, and a new pair of boots amid our cyber shopping. but my son likely didn't feel it, at least he didn't refute the spitting coward, the grandma's scorn of coat's qualifies being heavier from put on at once the new clothes' arrival, and also his new boots didn't put on right & sluggy for he didn't leave the high ankle standing, likely his mom & grandma refused guiding him. our only meal together in a week, in the downtown hotel restaurant, also disappointing for it cheatingly remove our once ordered dish with rich meat, replaced with poor quality & quantity meat, after some relentless exchange viewpoint upon our insisted tips for the gorgeous dining hall & cuisine in months. that reminded me time to shift away now that our tips left the hotel boss at a loss. but fortunately our salon buzzed in half hour ago, the shop owner settled our missing renewal in July & admit our membership extends nearly 5 months, values ¥200 after dispute arose last week. that affirms my faith in goodness, understandability of hearts. God, dad, even this month salary removed near ¥400 from usual standard, I still believe year end bonus will surprise me. now new year day of 2018 just a week away, and this wonderful christmas, dad God, reinforce us with plentiness and supportive, remove vain in our materialism seasonal heart. grant me treating my son in next weekend KFC or Mcdonald's or Dico's. shelter us from needy & wanting, instead warm us by powerful & functional of our new gears, esp from US & google. thx Dad.
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Kaye Ballard, star of ‘The Mothers-In-Law,’ dies at 93
Kaye Ballard, star of ‘The Mothers-In-Law,’ dies at 93 Kaye Ballard, star of ‘The Mothers-In-Law,’ dies at 93 http://bit.ly/2TaU9rV
LOS ANGELES — Kaye Ballard, the boisterous comedian and singer who appeared in Broadway musicals and nightclubs from New York to Las Vegas and starred with Eve Arden in the 1960s TV sitcom “The Mothers-In-Law,” has died. She was 93.
Ballard died Monday night at her home in Rancho Mirage, California, after a fight with kidney cancer, her friend Marguerite Gordon said Tuesday.
“The Mothers-In-Law,” in which Ballard starred with Arden (of the 1950s sitcom “Our Miss Brooks”), aired from 1967 to 1969. It marked a high point in a career that began when Ballard was 12 and lasted into the 21st century.
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She was on hand last week when a documentary on her life and career premiered at the Palm Springs International Film Festival.
Choreographer Troy Garza, actresses Candy Brown , Kaye Ballard and Carol Channing, director Rick McKay and actor Lou Gossett Jr. attend the World Premiere of “Broadway Beyond the Golden Age” at the 27th Annual Palm Springs International Film Festival on January 7, 2016 in Palm Springs, Calif. (Vivien Killilea/Getty Images for PSIFF)
“She was so excited to be able to tell her story,” said Dan Wingate, the film’s director. “She was really anxious for young people, especially, who are going into the arts to understand the full breadth of a life in the arts, the ups and downs.”
The audience’s response was gratifying for her, “to hear that applause and feel that love,” Wingate said, and she was thrilled when the documentary was singled out for festival honours.
“The Mothers-In-Law” was set in a Los Angeles suburb and featured its stars as women who become thorns in their married children’s lives, with comedic results influenced by the screwball style of “I Love Lucy.”
Desi Arnaz, who starred with wife Lucille Ball in that classic sitcom, produced and directed 24 episodes of the Ballard-Arden show. The “I Love Lucy” team of Bob Carroll Jr. and Madelyn Pugh Davis were the show’s creators and lead writers.
Ballard made a mark in every form of show business except movies. She did appear as a secondary player in a few films, including 1958’s “The Girl Most Likely” starring Jane Powell and in 1964’s “A House Is Not a Home,” but her high-octane personality may have been too potent for the big screen of that era and its more restrictive portrayals of women.
Movie stardom was her first dream, as it was for others of her generation, filmmaker Wingate said, and he wanted the documentary to be seen on the big screen to help fulfil that goal.
But even falling short of a big film career, “she was able to reach and endear herself to so many people,” he said.
Rest In Peace Kaye. Thank you for all the kind words of encouragement you gave to me. I adore, admire and love you. You were one of a kind. #KayeBallard pic.twitter.com/PtYIDZvKrQ
— Mario Cantone (@macantone) January 22, 2019
Ballard’s first real break came when she was singing in a Detroit nightclub, The Bowery. Comedy bandleader Spike Jones dropped in one night and quickly drafted the exuberant young singer into his musical contingent. For two years she toured with Jones’ troupe, singing, playing the flute and tuba and engaging in the band’s antics. She also sang with the bands of Vaughn Monroe and Stan Kenton.
In 1945 she moved to New York and sought work in theatre, appearing on Broadway in a small part in the revue “Three to Make Ready.” She toured in summer stock and finally made a dent in New York as a madcap Helen of Troy in 1954’s “The Golden Apple,” drawing applause with her song “Lazy Afternoon.” One critic called her performance “a wonder of insinuation.”
She also won critical praise for her role as “The Incomparable Rosalie,” the magician’s assistant and mistress in 1961’s “Carnival!,” a musicalized version of the movie “Lili.” She sang “Always, Always You” while stretched out in a box the jealous magician was piercing with swords.
Ballard began working on TV in the early 1950s, becoming an in-demand performer on network variety programs including “The Mel Torme Show” and those of Ed Sullivan and Perry Como. She also became a favourite of talk show hosts, making repeat appearances with Jack Paar, Merv Griffin and Johnny Carson.
She was a regular on “The Doris Day Show” in the 1970s and the 1990s TV series “Due South.”
Her nightclub act played in first-class venues including the Blue Angel in New York, Mr. Kelly’s in Chicago, the Flamingo in Las Vegas and the hungry i in San Francisco.
I’m so sad to hear of the passing of wonderful Kaye Ballard – one of the truly great entertainers. She could do everything…what a voice, what a talent & wow, she could make me laugh. I love this pic of us in ‘66 with dear Liza & Jayne. Thank you Kaye. #KayeBallard pic.twitter.com/sbUE7PCdWb
— Mitzi Gaynor (@TheMitziGaynor) January 22, 2019
She was born Catherine Gloria Ballota to Italian immigrant parents in Cleveland, Ohio, on Nov. 20, 1925, according to her 2006 memoir “How I Lost 10 Pounds in 53 Years.” (She noted she had always said she was born in 1926.)
She changed her name to Kaye Ballard when she entered show business. On the advice of a numerologist she switched to Kay in midcareer.
“He said my luck would change if I dropped the ‘e’,” she told a reporter in 1983. “It did. It went steadily downward.”
She eventually returned to being Kaye.
Determined to become an actress, she would not be discouraged by a high school teacher who rejected her for a drama class, concluding she “wasn’t pretty enough,” nor her parents, who didn’t understand the business.
She sang at service clubs and appeared at a “Stage Door Canteen” in Cleveland. After graduating from high school she worked at a burlesque theatre, not as a stripper but as straight woman in comedy sketches. She went on the road with her act of songs, comedy and impressions of famous stars and in Detroit made the fortuitous connection with Jones.
In the early 2000s, Ballard toured with other stars in a musical comedy “Nunsense” and joined the touring company of the Broadway hit “The Full Monty” as piano player for six men who stripped to make money with a musical show.
Ballard was engaged four times but never married.
“I didn’t want to,” she told The Associated Press in 1999. “I could have, many times. But I just wanted a career too much. I was smart enough to know, if you get married and have children, that’s it. Being Italian and raised as a Catholic, I took children seriously. Maybe I made a mistake. Who knows?”
She purchased her Southern California desert home from Arnaz in the early 1940s.
“It’s a stone’s throw from Gerald Ford,” she said of her presidential neighbour in a 1981 interview. “When he moved in, he upped my property value. It made me think of becoming a Republican.”
A non-starter was ever leaving show business, even as the years passed.
“I’m not going to retire. I don’t believe in retiring,” she told the AP in 2001. “I do take more time off now to enjoy life and my three dogs and house. But if something wonderful comes up, I’m ready.”
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May 16,2018
dreamed in my hometown in a raining night. my mother locked a panther in house, or a lion or tiger. my sinful 2nd elder brother tried to risk me to feed it. I feared and escaped, gathered in other villagers' kids. my mother help me in the dangerous situation. we discussed together including infants in the village. when the panther released to us, we found safely treated it and enjoy ourselves each one. last night it drizzled, with thunders. in the morning it was sunny and I sunburned my quilt. then I busy with sorting my contacts in google accounts and on my mobile, till I found it drizzling. I hasted to collect my quilt but the dorm keeper woman shown me my quilt already shift by someone from yard to dorm hall sofa. it smells with sunburn crisp. seemingly I should appreciate the anonymous helper, but why he or she knew that was my quilt or at least belong to Dorm No. 1, not other dorms share the central garden? last Sunday my son first time brought his new flip chromebook out when we dined out before shower. for he changed his bag, he forgot bringing wallet with. we penniless and without membership card we blocked from checkout the spa. I first haunted nearby barbershop to borrow ¥30, but the mean hair dresser to whom I tipped quite some times refused. my son had to return to his mom's house to fetch our membership card. however, after returned home after the frustration, my son now more enjoys his flip chromebook, esp android games on it. that's Mother's day. my son's mom's girlfriend visited, with her son there to receive tutorial from my son's mom. the sinful woman preferred my son's bedroom and lingered there recharging her mobile when I arrived the house where my son absent, in his painting class elsewhere his mom arranged. I even doubting the woman spying my son's gadgets there. she soon shifted to bedroom of my son's mom's, when I launched to prepare my son bootable rescue disk with ubuntu 18 and windows 10 installation iso. we dined in Japanese cuisine noodles restaurant. the boss' son at a loss over my son's new ultrabook, evaded gathering my son but sit neighbor table. his dad queried our new gadget and that's all response we received in our gear's first public appearance, except additional some gaze in public spa from graduates of nearby colleges. woz's old dell notebook, aided by my Nankai alumni decade ago as woz first laptop, shifted to his mom. still the vengeful woman tasteless, complained my eating her grapes her mom prepared at home, without least gratefulness. Dad God, so many shameless mob on the earth. like this monthly cinema experience, "avengers: infinite war", we need cleanser, need decent extinguisher. the world of plants and animals, the Nature already can't afford human rubbish population. grant us vision to discipline, and unbearable pains of breeding rat race, and disgusting of animality among humanity. grant us sooner vision to rid off nasty Mideast, African, Hispanic cheap human cattle. enliven again our mother Earth, our Nature sustainable human friendly. bring me sooner my Royal China to pillar world strategy stage. bring me sooner my Japanese Queen, Asoh Yukiko, to spread Merit of Japan, heritage of the Empire. grant me financial independence in this coming salary day. rid me off my mean younger brother, who promised to aid me to buy a pair of shoes then next day ate his own words and cold shoulders to my adversity. let my coaching in air in wind and free any obligation between us to dilute my disappointments. thx dad God, in this misty morning.
May 8,2018
dreamt at my hometown in my summer school vacation ran a startup, cake and dispatching shop, like pizza hut. the shop likely founded by our neighbor, the first son of village Mao era teacher and a long time secret copycat of my dad's role model. later I found there is another established competitor, a cake shop ran by 2nd son of village's CCP secretary. they both treated me with barbecue for the startup and trying invite my partnership, esp in the secretary's house the CCP cadre and his first son, my once friend and now a bank manager, appeared, and soon I found the arena challenge, in time and season sensitive. its easy to rotten a new cake in your hands at your cost. last night I saw threat against my mean while stable income from QRRS, a SOE I worked for more than a decade till my breakup in an adventure to gain a master degree of politics. I saw nowadays PRC how people insanely reckless just for a job and its salary. I saw since Marxism and modernization, people earn from job and drove by money, and burning out of reserved. heritage and merit ditched, enthusiasm buried by post. I wouldn't work for a job. I will commit in my vision, unshakable faith and inspire of reason and grace. I saw so many cheap souls, even in elegant complexion among nowadays VIPs in CCP and PRC main stage. the tyrant just whipping hardship of living to coerce obedience from weak mob. God dad, even myself under pressure of my son's mom, to accept rule of jobbing, to support my family under her stinky guide, stumbling and crawling as PRC main stream. God dad, let me work independently, under your influence of life long career of stone works, regardless orders. let me inherit and abide with my nation. let my people self-rely and self-efficient. bring me my Empire of China, my Crown Queen from Japan, Asoh Yukiko. bring me my new baby, billingzhu. in this sunny morning and newly improving canteen breakfast, let me sing and chord in praises of Goodness.
May 4,2018
dreamt with my son woz on journey. we needed to return to my hometown. the ground very muddy & shitty. we managed to aboard, but soon the driver found tourists to my hometown too few so outsourced us to another bus. then we passed a historical famous Chinese china factory, yuyao汝窑(于姚)as Song Dynasty chartered china craft. that remind me my 2 once QRRS colleagues, a woman in surname Yao姚, and a guy surname Yu于. they both offspring of once PRC privilege families. Yao's dad is the company's deputy secretary of CCP, while Yu's parents is scholars redirected to QRRS implies Mao's training in rural policy. this week esp busy with updating windows with April 2018 release, linux with ubuntu 18. it's quite smooth, except during my installing necessary tools I was deadly blocked from vpn. last week almost all time waiting our Amazon China parcel, Asus flip chromebook. at first its vendor delayed several days to dispatch after our order accepted. then it went from British to Germany and Poland. then it traveled to HK. then soon clear customs and arrived Beijing, where it deterred 3 times and finally refuted by PRC authority and denied us our shopping. but amazon China didn't disappointed me, I got my parcel next 2 days through a mid man. my son likely amazed by the gift, I accompanied him setup accounts and then left his own to play with the wonderful product. this Sunday I will check its charisma my own. in this meaningful April, my credit debt mounts to ¥1000, including 3 kinds purchases, cushions for my dorm's coldness which results in my painful waist, pants for woz esp his mobiles portable, and wire k/m combo replacement of my wireless k/m which malfunctions possibly under nearby attacks. they all dispensable. dad God, what a beautiful early 2018 for us turns out in pressing environmental adversity! God dad, PRC's most fatal weapon against our secure informative web is to disable our down stream traffic, and it kills. in recent encounters it occurred more and more frequent, each time as soon as vpn once built connection. ugly dog just out of my door. our dangers in your mercy, God dad. free us from digital wasteland and brutal surveillance and disrespects in the last barking shameless China tyrant. God dad, let me cruise glorious founding of my Empire China, let me enjoy my Royal China with people concerned, esp my Crown Queen from Japan, Asoh Yukiko. bring life vivid with my son, my new baby in my armful. in this summer, let's wholeheartedly fly higher and atop. dad God, grant us ward free web in nowadays siege of ghost communism in China in deepest darkness.
Apr 25,2018
dreamt in my hometown village opens a new canteen, whose breakfast quite rich, including hundreds of dishes. I hangout there and sat aside a young couple to enjoy my meal. my coat accidentally got dirty with food stains there. It's a brilliant morning, when I can't help but first to do is check my parcel's delivery status after got up. unfortunately it stopped by Beijing customs 3rd times. yesterday I let amazon China called me to assure my parcel on its delivery road, amazon did and assured the forecast of arrival: we will receive our parcel on Friday, Apr 27th, out of its website warning of returning our ordered chromebook back. this week I mostly relentlessly expecting arriving of our purchased gift, and 2 OS, ubuntu 18 and windows RS4, for preparing rebuild our work space. it's not a torture but let you review your life in pale and constrained. my salary also first time delayed to 24th of the month, while usually it varies from 19th to 23rd. so many awaiting tasks makes April 2018 so special. after all time will win us a better world, equips us better in the world changed largely by Christian. God dad, pave our road the goods sending to us. let PRC surveillance attempting defies our purchase in vain. bring me sooner my Royal China, and my Crown Queen from Japan, Asoh Yukiko, in time as they matter so much. grant me new monuments in building the earth a more fortitude portal of China Royal and world infrastructural of future. bring more obvious worldview of my visionary. thx dad God, in every ray of sunlight we are blessed with hope.
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