Too much of a good thing

I’m longing for normal days again. Making meals, doing laundry, sweeping floors. Too much ecstasy is almost as bad as not enough. Almost…

All A-Gaga

Well, we did it, so I guess that means we’re not, what, “virgins” anymore. (Does anybody really use that word?) Once you’ve done it, you really can’t go back to the place you were before. Things aren’t the same. You feel … different. Changed. You want to tell everyone, maybe even people you don’t know. And yet you can’t seem to find the words that express your … hmmm, your experience? Your feelings? I don’t k now.

But I do know one thing: I will never be the same. Because, dear reader, we went to see Lady Gaga! Tuesday, 1 March 2011, Van Andel Arena, Grand Rapids, Michigan.

What to say? It’s not like any concert I’ve been to, and I’ve been to many. It’s not like a Broadway musical, which I’ve also seen. It’s more of a combination—Quite an astonishing combination! Costumes and dancers and monsters, oh, my!

And what a well-behaved crowd! I’m pretty sure every sexual orientation was represented,

probably even some I’m unfamiliar with! Women dressed as men, men dressed as women—someone even dressed like a unicorn! Young people, old people. All sorts were mingling in a sort of fantastical soup of self-expression. And all this in really cold weather! Both Sophia and I had hoped to dress up, but felt that the chilly weather and uncertainty of how long we’d have to wait to get into the arena precluded wearing anything other


than pants.

But that clearly didn’t stop some people. Witness the delightful young man in the Beanie Baby jeans (right). He was just great! And after the concert we ran across a couple of other young men who were happy to pose with Sophia (left).

I have never been to any concert, at venue, that seemed so drug free. That was

great. Although, frankly, I can’t imagine why you’d want any alteration in this experience, since it was already so mind-blowing that I wouldn’t have wanted to miss a single second.

From the minute she appeared to the closing curtain, the show ran like a well-oiled machine. Even the costume and set changes were accomplished in an astonishingly short time span.  She is really amazing!


My life has never been the same

B Dalton Southtown 

Wow, what can I say? Twenty-four years ago tomorrow at 9:20 p.m. was the day my life changed forever—but I didn’t realize it at the time. This picture shows where it happened: B. Dalton Bookseller, Southtown Mall, Fort Wayne, Indiana. I was working at the time at the Merle Norman Cosmetic Studio, and this bookstore was where my own personal bookseller, Roger, worked (sort of like a personal shopper, but much better). It was after the mall closed at 9:00 p.m. and I had headed down that way to meet him after work. And then it happened! We were standing behind the Sidney Sheldon display (just to the right of center in this photograph) and Roger, always the perfect gentleman, asked if he could kiss me. And from the moment of our first kiss, my life has never been the same.

Gentlemen, if any of you are reading this post, I tell you from the bottom of my heart: women want to be treated like ladies. I had been kissed by many men before, and I’ve been kissed by many men since then (but no more—these lips are taken—by the man who kissed them that night), but when this man asked if he could kiss me, I was utterly smitten. How could I refuse? And it was wonderful . . . and it is wonderful. Roger, I love you.

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Hmmm . . . should I add this picture?

It’s so beautiful . . . 



Gian Lorenzo Bernini’s The Ecstasy of St. Teresa of Avila

I was trying to work in into my header picture some way, but no luck yet. I’m not much of a Photo-Shopper, I’m afraid. I just can’t believe how Bernini was able to sculpt, in marble, a woman in such a rich and soft moment. Even though St. Teresa describes her ecstasy in great detail, and it’s clear from her description that it’s a religious ecstasy, Bernini does quite a job in making her look as if she’s in some sort of sexual ecstasy. When seen in that light, it’s almost too intimate, and I feel a subtle sense of embarrassment. Almost like a voyeur.

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