Saturday, December 31, 2011

Midnight Kiss

As Donna and I were ringing in the new year, and, apparently, this year is a leap year
(The exact quote from me was, 'February 29 is international leap year day-this country can count to four!), we kissed at midnight night. Four minutes into the new year I turned around only to find out that we are high enough above the city to watch the celebration that is shown on television from her terrace. It was beautiful, but I couldn't get to my camera, which is on my laptop, which is a Dell that doesn't require wifi. To film, it takes a minute to go to a You Tube, or similar camera. But the display could be seen reaching up over the buildings with its different colors of light. She had been saying that we have been together, have been lovers, for six months, seven really. I asked her to go out on terrace with me to look. She invited me to film the celebration in July from the terrace. This was from a different angle, the Harbor, not the river, but the night sky was black as distance and space, with large green circles in the air. Half of the pizza from New Years Eve is still left for tommorow- I brought her Christmas photos home for her for the new year; I had bought her a dvd player and six films for Christmas and there was the luck of the photos being printed on a DVD.







Saturday, December 24, 2011



REVISED SILENT FILM GRETA GARBO PAGE HOT OFF THE PRESS!!!

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REVISED GRETA GARBO SILENT FILM PAGE!!!

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Donna took me to another movie, I gave her a poinsettia.



The poinsettia that I gave Donna is still healthy after two weeks. It's a four inch tall miniature poinsettia, which I like better.
Tonight we went to another movie together. The last one was My Week With Marilyn, and the trailer should be included in this blog under the appropriate label. We attended an all you can eat pizza buffet last night and had planned another buffet for this afternoon, but neglected to go. Its seldom that we have pizza together (I had nearly stopped altogether when I was lifting daily).

new entry

Scott Lord

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Donna said Thank You for Last Night-Scott Lord: Universal Sherlock Holmes Trailers



Postscript: This morning Donna said, "Thank You for last night." We were awake untill late and showered in the middle of the night. Within my new novel, I want to work on her having said, "That's because you make me feel beautiful."- I had given her a compliment just as we were about to go to bed and may interweave the responsorial into fiction.

I wrote what is below last night. It happenned to be that I was listening to "The Speckled Band", the last words heard spoken during a night of murder, and an installment in the series entitled "Double Zero". Interstingly, it was an adventure that was depicted on the airwaves of radio by Basil Rathbone, but the earlier screen version starred Raymond Massey, which would be of special interest if you were listening to the radio broadcasts, which are more numerous than the films, after having seen all of the Basil Rathbone-Nigel Bruce films.

While with Donna I have returned to a NIGHTLY practice of listening to old time radio. The New Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, with Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce are better than I once thought.
In the past week they have covered Holmes under the name of a Norwegian explorer in Tibet, the daughter of Irene Adler appearing in Sussex 1909 and Moriarty appearing in a 1908 stage play version, much like the William Gillette version, playing himself on stage in front of Holmes.
After the half hour I try a new Old Time Radio show that I've never heard before- last night was Boris Karloff in Lights Out (The Suspense-Escape series), sometimes I'll try a Weird Circle or a Murder at Midnight or a Murder by Experts- the CBS Radio Mystery Theater and The Shadow were the two that I listened to when young, and am stilled more than pleased with.
Tonight it seems like I'll be listening to another in that I'll be typing at the computer and it is easier than listening to music while typing.

I need to look for more trailers that will combine with these.

Scott Lord

Monday, December 12, 2011

Donna and Jane Eyre



Donna was out this afternoon and unavailable for a screening of Jane Eyre. Although we had lunch together, she had an appointment during the afternoon. The version that was screened that we were invited to apparently is fairly recent.

Scott Lord

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Boston:Donna and I;another quiet Friday Night,passionate Thursday midnight.




The key is that there is a search box on the top of the internet archive if you use the text section, therefore, any book can be searched for its index- quickly.

Meaning, I'm in a coffee in Boaton looking at existant architecture. Henry Cabot Lodge, if you use the regular, or first wave, of search, wrote a book entitled Boston, which consists of the history of tne Revolutionary War.
To go on, Oliver Wendall Holmes wrote a volume on his college experience in Boston. Search that for street names or sections of Boston in the next wave of search and it is exactly four minutes past the hour. That fast- during coffee- and I can continue to find what we have on the buildings downtown that are across the street and how they looked in the 19th century.

I can meet Donna for the second coffee and bagel; usually, most often,I have a french toast bagel with either cream cheese or with egg, ham and cheese.

Scott Lord

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Christmas Scene: Boston From A Downtown Coffee Shop


This is where I am now. Having been at my desk during a movie last night, I'm wondering how pressed for time i am in regard to writing. I jotted down notes on a novel and an its accompanying poetry. Some were based on the emotions of yesterday.
Donna and I were were talking this morning and I think she would still like a blender for Christmas to make "dietetic smoothies", but she didn't have her a dvd player, so I brought her one. She bought me a winter coat and gave it to me early. It's nice. This morning I put on a Christmas album, one that I had given her, while she was hurriedly getting dressed and she happenned to have liked the idea.
I listened to The Limping Ghost last night, which was based on the Sherlock Holmes story, The Adventure of the Crooked Man.
I am right now having coffee in Boston near the birthplace of Ralph Waldo Emerson and the photograph above is how it looked in the year 1910.
Of course Google Sites and its rss night be better for writing a novel in progress than a quick blog almost disc-jockeyed from a coffee shop. Not only that but why it takes longer is that its a translation of perceptions and observations, therefore emotions, into fictions.
I was in fact , and in Cambridge, fact here yesterday on a parallel street. There are somethings about it that I just do not right now know, and can only surmise.

Scott Lord

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Scott Lord: Op and Modern Art 1972; Video-optical art



Donna and I were talking about Ring Around the Collar over a cup of coffee.

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"I came in with Halley's Comet in 1835- It is coming again next year (1910)"K


King Arthur might not exactly be the Almighty. Halley's Comet may have actually put him in office. It happenned to, according to Edmond Halley, who wrote Synopsis of the Astronomy of Comets in 1705, appeared at the call of either Harold II of England and William the Conquerer who had the battle to decide divine right at Hastings, and most probably a battle to death. It also put's Stonehenge under the historical retrospective of whichever rode upon a rainbow into heaven to rain light through the sky.

I probably have a silent film for you, Mr.Twain.

As for William Dean Howells, we could bother with some of these:



Friday, November 25, 2011

Donna took me to another movie, invited me to Thanksgiving Mass and a full turkey



The calendar that Donna was given at Thanksgiving Mass includes the paintings of Simon Vouet,Sandro Botticelli,Ghirlandali,Crivelli,Cagnacci, Guercino and Zubaran. A Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres, whom I have always liked as a painter of the human form seems the exception in the time frame during which they were painted. The are painterly and painstakingly accurate in being true to life, irregardless of their theme. i didn't realize how near Ingres was to the Pre-Raphaelite and Symbolist time periods.
Donna and I had had lunch together, which she was happier with than I thought she would be-and then surprisingly she brought home a full, cooked turkey, my guess being one more than ten pounds. For whatever reason she was happy with lunch before the windfall of the turkey, which in turn made it a long weekend of Thanksgiving dinner.
She was looking forward to the movie and the weather was nice enough so that we could walk.

Scott Lord

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

What would Donna be writing? Hallmark Movel Channel ,Lifetime Movie Network

What would Donna be writing?



Nightly? Either Hallmark Movie Channel or Lifetime Movie Network.

I can't get a classic movie in, so as a writer, I went back to listening to Old Time Radio, which recently has included The CBS Mystery Theater, Murder at Midnight, The Shadow, Weird Circle, Murder by Experts and could include any radio drama broadcast between 1930 and 1949. I haven't yet listened to the Basil Rathbone-Tom Conway Nigel Bruce series yet, but shall. I acquired the taste for it when I found out that while you're typing, you can play an MPG file. I'm sure they listened to radio drama while typing back in 1938, this just consolidates the keyboard with the amplitude modulation.

Last night Donna took me to dinner again, which to me is a compliment as I appreciate actually getting the date and to her its a thank you that I implore her to accept; it came in the middle of three very beautiful late nights, where we we hopping into the shower at two in the morning after having made love. Three out of five nights.
Thinking of Cajun that I had had with her sometime last week, I ordered creole Shrimp with rice. Here's the secret: "a ton of shrimp". I thanked her the entire way back to her apartment. It was nice.

What would she be writing? Because it is part of a romantic affair, I linked the two channels she has interest in. She loves a movie after dinner, but stays with only two networks: Lifetime Movie Network and The Hallmark Channel.

Are her parents in New Jersey giving her a lot of unnecessary difficulty about my existence? Maybe. Do I need or ask for their approval? Probably not.

If I read in bed while she's watching a film it will first be finishing The Moon and Sixpence.

Postscript:

Was Shakespeare Dead?

For a culture so adept at pinpointing when Paul McCartney died, it very may well be that there were two William Shakespeares, BUT was Shakespeare held in retirement? Only to write sonnets after being presumed dead?
Let me rephrase my question: Was Shakespeare alive during the reign of the Scottish James I and could Shakespeare have written after being handed a fake death by the King? Was he Elizabethan, not Jacobian?

Was Shakespeare in fact Alive? Is the two Shakespeares a post-humous afterthought?

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

CBS Radio Mystery Theater Dracula

www.cbsrmt-shows.com/1974/74-05-02 CBS Radio Mystery Theater Dracula.mp3



Although we went shopping together yesterday- she reminded me that I was intending to get new pants and she brought back a new sweater- today we spent a twilight and evening together that seemed uneventful. And yet, after dinner I found The Mystery Theater again. Please click on the above link to enjoy the broadcast.

Monday, November 14, 2011

I showed Donna the Swedenborg Chapel-Yard Closed-Coffee



I showed Donna the Swedenborg Chapel off of Kirkland Street. After we went to King's Chapel, on Tremont, months ago, I told her that any church that we pass we could go inside and she could pray. If I find a church of historical or architectural interest i try to bring her in; today The Wedding Chapel was closed to the public, but they do have study groups on Emmanuel Swedenborg. i explained it was Helen Keller's church.
Harvard Yard closed to the general public- consider the impact, particularly to open air poetry happenings. The ramifications of it not being open to the public. Matters or what? There is a statue given to them by Moore in there that is my favorite work of Modern Art-it could be more erotic for abstract and as a child I did a soap sculpture very much like it: space age.
The yard in the middle of the University is closed and identification is required to enter. So we went for coffee in the Square and they played Donovan (and D'yer Maker) the weather is true, pure New England Autumn. I cooked dinner for her, not her favorite rice, cheese soup and tuna, but something very much like it with noodles and peas.
We in fact has a beautiful walk together- the leaves are changing.

Scott Lord

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Another weekend with Donna- The Moonstone

We began another weekend together friday with a buffet. There are still flowers on the table that I brought her. In effect, we slept late for the last two days, but I did return to the gym to lift. I'm not lifting as much as when I left the gym in June, but in one week of three lifting seesions I pumped the bench press back up to 190. I had it at 200 when we began seeing each other every day.
Because I'm in the middle of reading The Moon and Sixpence, I thought it would be good also to resume my listening to "Old Time Radio", "OTR". This weekend I listened to an excellent dramatization of The Moonstone from Weird Circle, which was on air between 1947 and 1949. Another was an episode of The Strange Dr. Weird. It is well worth my keeping copies both and, if you haven't really been introduced to the on air radio plays that were popular before the advent of televsion and need to arbitrarily pick a radio adventure or mystery to begin with, these are two that I plunged into in the middle of needing to "just pick any one" out of the thousands of radio mysteries of the 1930's and 1940's.

As a thank you letter to Donna, I very much appreciate having an afternoon where i can listen to these, (particularly with quiet company that may be watching a film.)

Classic Mystery and Horror Literature from The Weird Circle



The Thrilling Mystery Adventures from The Strange Dr. Weird



Scott Lord

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Donna took me to yet another film:how did it end?


Donna took me to dinner one night, a pizza, and its been seldom since July that we've had one, and a movie the next.
But how did it end? She needed to go to the bathroom and by the time we got back to our seats, the credits had finished. The movie was exceptional and she actually said it was her favorite that we've seen at that theater. The light play from the begining of the film was nice; geometric shapes accentuated by contrast ratios. I eventually said to Donna there was too much soft-focus in the film, but I generally find that there is in many films. His shot structure varied so that he cut from shot to shot for an entire scene before using a tracking shot, his finally using a reverse angle cut in the middle of the film and then only using a combined dolly, a tracking shot during which he stops to zoom in, later after that.
But the story line to the film is established by cutting back and forth between the present and numerous flashback scenes, which becomes interesting when the two female characters are contrasted in the present.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Caviar on a crumpet with Donna, return to the gym to lift, Castle Films



I returned to the gym for the first time since June to lift. Of course I didn't finish the regular lift and didn't try to lift the same amount of weight as in May. Earlier blog entries have me weighing 135 and lifting 200 on most machines. Today I benched, curled and pulled down with abdomen and torso. After that Donna brought home caviar (whitefish) and I tried it on a toasted crumpet.
These three videos are the same films that I bought when I was in Jr High between 1972 and 1975. I would splice three plastic 150 reels together on to a 300ft metal reel and put that in a metal can.

Scott Lord


Tuesday, October 25, 2011

A bagel and cream cheese waiting for Donna at Holyoke Gate."I don't know what to say.I'm disappointed that you didn't call me after work."




Last night I thinking of going to the gym and resuming some type of lifting program, when Donna changed our plans for lunch today. In bed I just said, "It caught up with me.", meaning the entire scene. The night before I asked her about making love and when she explained how she felt I said, then that was my best to date. Whether it was or not I had added some lengthy foreplay that may have been more than sensitive enough to make it conducive later to a deeper intimacy. Today I called and said, "I don't know what to say." She may have been uptight about her schedule and I just added, "You can call me anytime. Then I'm disappointed that you didn't call me right after work."
    If I did happen to see my ex-wife walking in the cold while I was riding the bus, I'm going to try everything to keep that from Donna, even if it amounts in some double standard about men and their emotions. My memory of the ex-wife only comes back in spurts and last night they were slightly heavier and Donna has no idea what might inadvertantly on her part might all of a sudden jog my memory (peanuts-elephants? could be anything really),  but being reticient , if not taciturn, is the only need. It looked like I rode by her on a bus while she was walking in Donna's direction, so Hari Krisna, Nami ho rengay kyo: God Love You and Blessed Be- i don't need your life story just beacause we're are no longer married.
    I'm picking up Donna after an appointment; I went to Harvard Square to buy Norwegian Shag. I asked someone from the University why we play Holy Cross if we are Ivy League, but told him that I could easily just get a ticket to a game and enjoy it without a question if I just show up. I then went to one her favorite coffee shops, and when I asked for credit, telling the store person that I was waiting for my girlfriend and plans had left me down here without money, he offered to add a bagle and cheese. I owe him the later patronage, if not for a coffee and bagel. I was honestly short. If your my reader, it could be any coffee shop near Holyoke Gate and The Porcelain Club, it just happens to be one that Donna and I go to.

Scott Lord



ps. Embed my video if you'd like, I sincerely need to accelerate my study and or enjoyment of literature. What you read during a love affair is a significance: I'm presently in the middle of The Moon and Sixpence.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Why are there Mormons at the grave of Marry Baker Eddy? Donna and I want out of the evangelical movement.

There actually weren't any Mormons there while we were visiting, but I was trying to locate the grave of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and was a half a football field off. But I'm sure they were there and might be there now.
Donna and I are looking for a new, hopefully more traditional church. Feel free to invite us.
I want her out of the Evangelical, which she has attended with me in a converted Baptist. Problem- she wants to go because of an interest in the Bible and a desire to sing hymns. She had asked for pastoral counseling and was only given it very begrudgingly, and when it came they "laid a you're not a good Christian trip on her." So we made it to Sunday and, as an agnostic, I can only say that God is only benevolent and if not benevolent, there is no God and if so, benevolence is a good crazy idea to borrow and the Universe can be benevolent for all I care.
    Having asked you to think upon that, and its only marginal that I include that if God is Silent then is the Universe meditative and contemplative, what does the Universe take its time to impart, I'm sure its ok for agnostic writers to sleep with and have premartial sex with church going Christians, provide they hold an individuality that surfaces as freedom of worship. If it means something to the other person, it automaticlly can become part of the relationship. We would be honored to attend your church. She feels a belief and or relationship to God and I happen to be reading The Moon and Sixpence by W. S. Maugham at the moment and at this particular juncture in life and agnostic journey of footprints that disappear in the sand after they've carried you to where there is only water for miles. My older blog entries might contain explanations of intellectual things and romantic events that led up to this if you were curious or interested.

Add this to my new novel, I later need a chance to type it in, splice paragraphs together and revise:

"That's beautiful."
"Tragedy is."
"I don't know about that."
"I won't tell a soul."

and/or add a comment that gives me a link to your writing

Scott Lord
   

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Donna had the nicest idea: a walk through Mount Auburn Cemetery



Cambridge, Massachusetts

    Donna again took me to lunch and dinner. I hadn't had a hot pastrami sandwich in 25 years, but this one was grilled with cheese. I told her at the Fisherman's Statue in Gloucester that it was "one of my beautiful places on earth" and for that reason I wanted to bring her. Mount Auburn is another. Yesterday we discovered a Halcyon Lake while looking at the statues. It was warm in the morning, but she had dressed for autumn, so it was similar to our ending the summer in Rockport in its being a beginning of Autumn. The foliage has only begun to change color and it isn't yet too cold to walk in the afternoon.
Mount Auburn describes itself as "a rare natural oasis-open to all-for serenity, solace and inspiration. Story Chapel is near the entrance, which we found to be ornate with its stained glass.
I was in the middle of reading The Moon and Sixpence and didn't have a particular poem I was looking at and the cemetery itself is far from being one of the oldest in Boston or Cambridge. In any event, W. S. Maugham writes, "Art is a manifestation of emotion." and describes the relation of the protagonist to another character by using the expression, "We took a fancy one another." and I'm waiting for the narrator to interact further with a female character in the novel. In the cemetery are Longfellow, Holmes, Lowell, and, among others, Winslow Homer.

Scott Lord

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Crumpets with Donna, "I need you" added to "Goodnight, I Love You"

   Actually, I mentioned to her that the crumpets were like pancakes on the reverse side. Sunday morning were neglected church, in short because although she likes to sing hymns, her pastor won't perform a wedding ceremony between a Christian church member and an agnostic. I told him to fuck. I'm glad that I saw a local publication extolling a group of "non-believers adhering to humanism" because it reinforced my thinking of "Pray for people, don't send them into misery with religious quarrels." Compassion and empathy are very necessary to romance, to the extent that if you feel romantic about someone and insist on using politeness, while your being polite to your lover, there will have to be some kindness that will shine through. She often questions sex as being integral to love, to where I told her, "Just call it making love." so the game of attraction and being sexually attracted can be the chess game of politeness, that goes to a deeper level.
     We've been a couple since the beginning of June, so last night it heightened to where knowing that an "I love you" was expected within the plateaus of arousal, I replaced it with and "I need you", to which she responded with , "I need you".
     After we went to brunch, I took a walk "for a little while" by the river, which at that juncture is a canal untill
you reach a bridge. It was an exception, but we took a walk together later for coffee. Include crumpets with butter to my exploits.
     In bed I said, "I promise" and she said "promise what" and I replied, "That I won't tell you, but I just promise" What I was thinking was that I would promise not to remember her in way that would not include my trying to understand her as a person; that I wouldn't think of anything about her that  during our first three our four months may have needed my sensitivity and a deeper acknowledgement of who she is and what can be. For example if she was overly concerned with the will of God and his plans for man, which isn't exactly the only thing there may have been. Wondering if she is fluctuating between 124 lbs and 123lbs during a two hour film isn't exactly one of the other things that I promised to overlook either, but frustrations and stress and the inner workings of menapause probably affect many women. By and large, relationships develop in the same way characters in a novel become more fully articulated, so why not give a real human being the same patience as a fictional character would have.
     My novel: I came up with a scenario that Van Helsing and Dracula were both dead and Sherlock Holmes would battle Harker. Harker moving about and amidst the living.
     I opened my mail box after not seeing it for two weeks. The only thing sent to me by the post office was the WHRB Program Guide. Scheduled for tonight is not only Piano concerto No 1 in B-flat (Tchaikovsky) but Romeo and Juliet, Op. 64 (Prokofiev). The happen to play Princeton this week (At least Beat Yale) We'll most likely be watching a mystery in bed.

Scott Lord

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Thursday, October 13, 2011

Scott Lord: Film (Samuel Beckett silent 1965)- "see Sherlock Jr."



I downloaded this in bed while Donna was alseep. Thank you Dr. Hammond and the Castle by Sea for everything: I like your impeccable library and its cobweb magazine rack: keep me on spiritual remote.

Since I don't use wifi, I had my Dell on my thighs after we made love. After we made love, and I'll add a love scene to my novel about my lips on her thighs and my arms reaqching up to lightly touch her nipples, we washed up and each had a bowl of cereal- Life (oatsquares) with honey is superfantastic. I uploaded the film into You Tube as she layed there untill 2:00. We have windchimes that we bought at Hammond Castle that hang from a Stained Glass Cross and I thought two things: it takes that to write and I was going to wish her a beautiful morning- not after what I've lived through was I not going to make her morning beautiful.
Please enjoy the thought behind Film by Samuel Becket. As someone who would have studied art, I prefer the descriptive love form for characterization and poetic prose to theater and screenplay.
     It was remarkable that while we were making love we got to where we only needed to say two things during passion:
"I Love You Donna"
"I Love You Scott"
Thoughtfully, she was sick last weekend and I'm that glad that she feels better and we are back to intimacy. I told her there is intimacy after after intimacy.

Love beyond all reason; love the reason for everything.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Donna:Romantic Evening together

I'm in a coffee shop: the last time I was here, Donna bought me coffee. Last night we took another shower together: I walked her backwards into the bathroom slowly by kissing her stomach while I was on my knees. It's my place to remind her that its the male that proposes marriage. And she's cute with her hair wet.  Her favorite dinner is tuna, rice, and cheese soup. She puts jelly on hers. I bought her a bowl to cook and serve it and replaced it twice-after dinner, she matched a film in bed and I filmed her on You Tube, but she asked me to keep the footage private. Under two minutes.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Donna almost my roomate, nearly my fiancee, I Love You and ask you to be in love with me.

      Can I make it a letter? Do I have to propose marriage one last time publicly?
       In regard to any refusal on the part of the church we were in today about performing our ceremony because I was introduced as an agnostic and they will only marry Christians, I'm asking that we never speak to them again. I want to offend whomever gave them the idea and concede.
       If  we marry? I asked you while we were in the shower together, you can accept at any time. You can tell me have accepted  when we're in bed- I never have to ask again. You have the privilege of accepting my marriage proposal only while we are in bed and I don't have to ask again: whenever you say if ever.
       In regard to your saying I Love You, "Goodnight". 
Sincerely, honestly, after all that, I'd love to hear it. The minute you say " Goodnight I Love You", I'll say Goodnight. Goodnight ahead of time.

Love,
Scott
In regard to my removal of any nude photographs of myself that were on this webpage from before we began dating- I'll be honest, I would love to know that you are physically attracted to me and if I left them on then it was because "I have a small bum"- allow me to be formerly concieted. 
But, I need you, don't  make it any less. If I say I need to hold you- I do. If I need to know you like or want my body, I do- for us, because we are us, because there "is an us". Us. If  I ask you to keep it intimate, I'm saying keep it us. About our living together: thanks for trying, romanticly- formally  living together would have been a beautiful way  to live, informally living together would have been a beautiful was to love. 
. If I say that you are pretty- then romanticly: Us.
 When I say "Goodnight"- Us.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

For Donna: Unlike Magic-Not unlike Magic; while I'm waiting having coffe



Never enough time in the morning to say "Good morning, I love you" This morning I added, "Please do everything that you can that we might be together."

Scott Lord

Ps. I've written back and forth to the night time on air disc jockey and have recieved a letter from the host of "Nighttime Magic" in Boston, but he never seems to cue this one up.
PPS: It was "South Central Rain" in regard to any death knell.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Live like that, Live for it, Live with her. I brought Donna back a bathrobe,a nightgown and roses.


This morning i wrote: Live like that, live for it, live with her. I later amended it with Beauty is Truth. She was waiting for her television tp be repaired Friday and I picked out lingerie for her, a plush bathrobe and a nightgown. We exchanged the nightgown from a flannel with roses medium to a small sexier silky two piece. I took her for breakfast Saturday morning and the florist was closed, so that evening, while we were out having coffee, I excused myself from the table and got a her a dozen smaller (mini) roses while she was waiting. Point being she does like clothes and to show how well I know her, I wanted to bring  the bathrobe to her. Tonight, and incidently, I took her to lunch before and coffee after, we returned to church for the first time since our spending Labor Day weekend at Good Harbor beach. I left the study of the book of Mark incomplete, not typing up all my notes or glancing at any philosophy- we began The Letter of James with Chapter I for the first of what will be ten weeks. Again, I am agnostic, if not existentialist, and she enjoys singing in church. Hymns can be, for the main part, hymns of praise.
Apparently the book can lead to "Christ-centered wisdom" particularly about discipleship after the resurrection, the request for wisdom amist affliction, and a refining of faith when kept steadfast. My translation of "God tempts no one" was "Live like that :Love offers no other existence; existence offers no compromise."

The quote "Live like that" came to me after Donna had told her someone in an important position, "I love him very much." It was in regard to our living together or living together as married. It meaning was we had just gone shopping together or had taken a walk and I realized how important it was to confront the things that detract for how you live only be living otherwise and that once you experience romance and or happiness, it doesn't matter what else there might happen to be. If a quiet moment comes that feels like it is romance, allow it precedence. It might be an equivalent to "that was cool", but more with an exhortation of "that was what I was waiting for, there can be more of it".

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

After Donna and I left Good Harbor Beach, Liv Ullmann visted Cape Ann

After Donna and I left Good Harbor Beach and Motif Number 1, Liv Ullmann visited the Cape Ann Community Cinema in Gloucester for a screening of Faithless and a personal appearance. For some reason, I think it would have interested the early Bergman, more than the Bergman that wrote The Seventh Seal. Maybe the Bergman that wrote Dreams and Port of Call, but not the Bergman that wrote The Silence.

Scott Lord Svenska Filminstitutet 1960-1975 Ingmar Bergman

She has me at a great disadvantage.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Donna and Scott: Stevie Nicks - Rhiannon (live in Boston)



Right before what would have been my favorite song from the concert, Donna and I thought it would be ok to walk up the aisle and bring her to the ladies room. She said, "I love this song." The concert hall was small enough so that I could watch the stage while waiting. We walked briskly holding hands back to our seats before the song ended. What was important was that we had to go somewhere, that instance it was back to our seats, and we were alone together as a couple while getting there: we spent a wonderful Labor Day weekend together on Good Harbor Beach so the song has a special meaning between us after our needing to hurry to catch a train. I have since found no available footage from the October concert.
I need it right now. I see now need to keep it a secret having your period can coincide with a very needed expensive vacation. Now were are back in the city and I happen to be very fond of "my Rhiannon". The last thing she happened to say before falling asleep last night was , "I love you". Holding hands in bed as well as in public.

Scott Lord

Donna and Scott:Stand Back by Stevie Nicks- Boston 3/30/11



Stevie Nicks opened the concert in October with "Stand Back". I have since found no available footage from the October oceanfront concert.

Scott Lord

Donna loved this performance: Stevie Nicks - Dreams (Live in Boston, 8/29/11)



Apparently, if I were to ask you to meet me where Donna and I often spend time together near Harvard, to the University, it would be on the outskirts of the Porcelain Club, know to its students by its initials and founded by some austere, if not aloof, member named McKean, which would give the title of a film-novel, The McKean Imperative. I'm borrowing it to have a coffee and its where I ran an errand for Norwegian shag rolling tobbacco.
I didn't have time to type after attending church with Donna yesterday- book of Mark and the appearance of angels after the resurrection finished and onto the book of James. But she does like to sing in church and we had a beautiful time, after which she took me to dinner again, cheeseburgers and coffee, before our going shopping.
Not only does she truly enjoy singing in church, she loved this live performance by Stevie Nicks and was singing and swaying the night of the concert.

Scott Lord

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Donna and I went to the Fitz Hugh Lane House after dark: skimming biography of Winslow Homer




Before going to Bearskin Neck, Donna and went to the Fitz Hugh Lane House after dark during our Labor Day stay on Good Harbor Beach.
It rejuvenated my interest and I have been skimming a biography of Winslow Homer. There are paintings of his of Gloucester Harbor and apparently he liked the people in Annisquam, but two of his works are particularly masterful: The Look Out and Eight Bells.
I spent much of today reading the magazines printed in Cape Ann and looking for out of print material on the area.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Donna and I went to Bearskin Neck after spending the night on Good Harbor



(This isn't my photo, but may I please borrow it?)

At first, I didn't think we would be able to include during the Labor Day weekend, but when I found out that a cab was unnecessary and that a bus ran from Gloucester to Rockport, we went directly there after check out, our arriving around noon. We boarded the bus out of Rockport right before the rain. Donna went shopping and I visited Motif Number One, which I haven't seen in twenty years. The first time I visited was on a bicycle in high school. There is a scrimshaw shop that had almost the same schooner pendant that had bought that year in Manchester harbor, but the artist had closed the shop for the season and will soon be retiring. Donna came across a ring that she liked, a silver claddagh. She has that happy with it. It now replaces the ring I quickly brought her back from Park Street in Boston. It almost seemed fitting that Hammond Castle and being alone at sunset on Good Harbor Beach would end the summer, our having been alone together all summer in a small apartment compared to the vast expanse of the horizon on the beach, a contrast having been established between the indoor and outdoor spaces, and Rockport in the rain, quieter, colder, a harbor seen from inside a coffee shop, would begin the Fall: Rockport before the leaves begin to change. We did have coffee on Bearskin Neck; it was beautiful. The night before she had found the North Shore Radio Station (oldies-Seventies A.M.) and had stayed up late singing. When we passed the church at Dock Square I asked her if we she wanted to go in and pray. I began it when she prayed at both King's Chapel and the Park Street Church. If we are out, and I find a church that is open, I ask her if she would like to go to the altar. My theorem is that you can go inside any open church and more important you can escort anyone into any church if they have the need or desire to use it for worship. I asked the minister and she went inside the church, which is Baptist. Before departing from Gloucester I bought Donna a copy of the Mass. It's a thin black volume that says something like liturgical on it with petitions to Saints and the Communion, the Lord's Prayer interrupted by the words of a Priest about sin. I have seen her cross herself, so I thought she might be interested in the actual Mass as celebrated. [Plus she went to Georgian Court College for the Philosophy of Art and Journalism after her having decided against scholarships to Douglas, Cedar Crest, Muhlenburg (she got in!).]
I told her it was sincerely from me. While we were taking the trolley, she wanted to buy a necklace on Rocky Neck and was thrilled that I later brought her to Bearskin Neck. I found out that I may have just missed Liv Ullmann. According to a Cape Ann publication, she evidently will be speaking in Gloucester movie theater later in the month of September, 2011. Please pass on a blessing if you happen to speak to her, if not a many thanks in general. The film Faithless is scheduled for a screening- I was there three weeks too early.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Donna and I: Sunset on Good Harbor Beach, Gloucester Massachusetts



"I like it when you call me 'dear'."

Right at sunset, Donna and I walked the length of Good Harbor. We were virtually the only ones on the beach as the sky lost light and it became dark. After finding a sandcastle, when we found the wrackline the sand was hard enough of a surface to walk on and she briskly quickened her pace and followed the ocean asking if she should put her feet in the water. I told her that when we kiss the only thing that she would hear would be the sound of the waves. I began saying that it was a nice way to end a summer during which we had spent every night together alone in a fairly small highrise apartment, there with the horizon and with the beach empty of other people. We've spent two days with the view of the beach during the day, which is a vast expanse, so to walk it at night was a fitting way to begin Autumn and any Indian Summer that might be coming. To begin June, our first night together had been spent getting a taxi across the parking lot during a thunder and lightning storm and since then I've spent every night looking at the Boston skyline from the ninth floor of her apartment. When I mentioned that it was a romantic way to end the summer, a blast of warm air came off the water. At One am she described it, "It came out of nowhere." Actually, she may see it as a religious act, an act of God or a sign from God.
The painting of Winslow Homer I could study further and more intently.

Donna and Longfellow's Norman's Woe (Wreck of the Hesperus) from Hammond Castle



After Donna took me to dinner all that often, more than twelve times, I finally took her to cheeseburgers, coffee and french fries, which is what we usually have. I also brought her to Hammond Castle in Gloucester. We are presently staying at Good Harbor Beach.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Donna brought me to Good Harbor, Gloucester Massachusetts

We"re staying across from Good Harbor beach, which I underestimated untill this afternoon, when Donna and I followed the coastline on the trolley. The view of the Atlantic ocean was spectacular, it including Twin Lights, two lighthouses from the 1800's. She went swimming while I filmed her with my webcam. We took a short walk before dinner, kissing in a parking lot. There was a diner that did look like it was from the time period of painter Edward Hopper- I had lobster (and a cheesesteak later). After dark we walked the stairs to the house of Fitz Hugh Lane (Fitz Henry Lane). As the bells from downtown she said that she would have to marry me immediately, right then and there. I had not seen the house in over twenty years, but it had always been the landmark I would notice as part of the scenic route: a symbol to complement Motif Number 1. I had never been right to its door. The trolley included a ride passed the green fisherman statue, whom Donna is wearing on her new t-shirt. Passing the statue, I was glad to find that traffic had slowed to a standstill before it continue its tour of the Atlantic Ocean towards Stage Fort Park. I turned to her and said, "Ok, thank you. This was where i wanted to bring you. It's just one of my "beautiful spots on earth" While I was typing this she insisted that I include that she is one of the "most beautiful women on earth".

Monday, August 29, 2011

Donna took me to dinner again: cheeseburgers, frenchfries, coffee and Stevie Nicks Live in Boston



After dinner we arrived at the concert an hour early to hear Ms. Nicks performing a sound check on stage, during which we heard her speaking voice and the beginning of Standback. We were priviledged to a live rehearsal version, which consisted mostly of her talking into the microphone in preparation. Donna asked, "Is she talking now?"
While Stevie Nicks was on stage, I watched Donna sing Dreams, Leather and Lace and Landslide. We had spent the hurricane together and when we woke up together at its onset, my thinking that the winds would increase, which they really didn't, it seemed that the storm was real, not just a tropical storm warning- in short, as a couple, we are improving on things that we accomplish together. Stevie Nicks announced on stage that we were lucky the flood didn't cancel the show. It was held in a section of Boston that Donna and I hadn't been to before as a couple, so to be honest, I told her that the bus ride through a concrete tunnel was just enough to make things seem new before her and I visit the ocean on Cape Ann next week.
Stevie Nicks ended the show with a ballad and The Edge of Seventeen, her improvising the line, "I know what it sounds like." I did, in a solitary way, happen rise from my chair to get on my feet and applaud when she announced the name Waddy Wattel.
Donna had said "I love you very much" as the show began. She had to go to the lavatory in between two songs, only to find out it was the beginning of Rhiannon, which too worked well. She said "Oh, I love this song." and I watched Stevie Nicks perform the beginning of the song while waiting for her and we briskly returned to our seats, directly, walking together and finding our seat despite that it was the first time both of us had been there together. During the concert it was easier for her to see in the seat that I had, so I stood in back of her with my arms around her.
The intellectual causes of Stevie Nicks: (do your own thing is one archaic perspective- apparently she gets into benefits for the USO) rather than the enviornment she postulated the song "Soldier's Angel", which Donna and I talked about after leaving the concert area, and mentioned that she doesn't know what a "dot org is". Not all of us over 45 dismiss the internet that readily, but think, she meets alot of people, which itself is valuable, to her and to us. Is her art essential and, is it important that we embrace the internet because we will only be here on earth for a limited, if not short, time? Probably. But her art- its value may be inestimable whether you see that immediately or not. Her voice was trademark: one or two long held notes every now and then that seemed ethereal. There was some visual art-light and color patterns and it included some gothic motifs. She was in black during most of the concert, while dancing freeform, wearing gloves I believe; she was dressed in white with images of doves as the concert was to conclude.
In regard to our marrying, we didn't say very much about it, other than that that morning she had ebulliently said that if she could get back to a weight of 124 she would be more than glad to marry me, and I had mentioned that there wasn't much time before the concert. At the concert, she mostly said that I was the cutest male at the show, her having it mentioned it three times, and yet there being little mention of us marrying. (Or that Stevie Nicks had just performed the ceremony at a love-in).
On stage, she said, "I was hit in the head by the microphone. I'm ok". I turned to Donna and said, "Did you hear that?"
Toward the end of the concert I felt a fondness for the performer, the word legend having come to mind. Mostly during The Edge of Seventeen. I stared directly toward her, thinking that her and I had not "laid eyes on each other before". Then she began to twirl and I felt a softer emotion for the singer that I have listened to for years.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Donna took me to breakfast: Symbol from the ninth floor



Symbol.

Donna took me to brunch again. She likes super cinnamon bagels and "treats" me to a french toast bagel with cream cheese and coffee.
Another night of passion and she said. "I'm honored" in reference to her bringing me to climax. She used the word saturated. She said that she had been trying to do that for eighty days. We make love on the ninth floor, but while we were working together she brought me to the 19th floor to see the view.
Another morning of our saying "Good morning" and "I love you" while waking up together. I told her that that was the difference between sex and making love; saying "I love you" the next morning. We discussed that the pigeons were copulating.
Because there's a storm predicted may I note that we have very romantic reservations to stay in Gloucester near where I used to ride bicycles in highschool by Magnolia.
Motif 1 shows a ocean horizon at sealevel; I'm hoping to also bring her to Hammond Castle. Allow it to be a symbol before the storm.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Donna brought me to another movie.exceptional film



It being Sunday, Donna and I overslept and missed church again. The pastor did call me and promised to call her. She was grappling with thoughts about Christian marriage and the will of God and the minister was didn't have the time to call her so I left a message saying that he could seek his eternal reward when the river sytx was graced with his prescence whether it was to transform itself to ice or not. She was stressed out, but twelve years ago, before her and I met, I had a maxim about the matter: rather than saying, "What profit a man if he gains the world and loses his soul" I would use the quote to live in peace and apply it as, "What good is it if you gain turbulence in your relationship with the world and lose the art of making love with each other- try to care enough to alleviate suffering." My import was: just call the woman so there won't be any religious torment.
Another night of passion between Donna and I. We went to Boston Saturday and rather than her asking me if I wanted a French toast bagel, we went to window shop through thrift stores and consignment shops, where she bought me a button that reads, "Color in Modern Film". It looks like a student made it with a button maker. In highschool, one of the men had a button maker and he made me one with a photo of Albert Camus: at the time Donna was in college studying The Philosophy of Art.
One Day is an exeplary film and, although its more enjoyable than The Tree of Life and has more romantic plot and flashback twist, one can very easily view both films in the same afternoon.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Scott Lord :The Abyss (Urban Gad,Afgrunden, Denmark 1910)



I have long wanted to see this film. I have been revising the webpages that are online that i have written that chronicle the history of Scaninavian silent film. They are comprised of the history of Danish Silent film, Swedish Silent Film and Norwegian Silent Film.8w-

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Bedtime Tonight: Magic- Boston wrote me today about Donna taking me to the concert.



Bedtime magic, a Boston radio station, continuous soft rock magic 106.7, wrote to me today about Donna taking me to the Stevie Nicks Concert.

I quote the entire letter:

Woo-Hoo! Stevie Nicks!

signed David Allen Bouche, the evening on air disc jockey. If he doesn't lock himself out of the studio again, I would like to provide a link. I didn't know that Woo preceded Hoo!

Bedtime Magic

Bedtime Tonight

Last night Donna took me took dinner again and I reluctantly varied for the more expensive item because of how frequently she has "treated" when we should be alternating who pays for dinner more often. I had a very nostalgic Big Mac, my being old enough to have been one of the first million people to have ordered one. She was beautiful waitng for their intercom to play the song "My Favorite Mistake", which I think is sexy and explained the Basil Rathbone scene where he says, "Not mistakes, Joe, variations." during Dressed to Kill. Music Boxes.
And what a fool I've been now that the world is apparently missing yet another Rembrandt; I think this one was entitled "The Judgement." Rembrandts that vanish.
Please visit any of the new Sherlock Holmes webpages that I put together while Donna was in the shower or putting on cosmetics.
Actually I became a little thoughtful while we were in bed and instead of holding myself up with my biceps and forearms, last night I lowered myself on to her softly,
putting my chest on top of hers while kissing her kneck. She said that she loved the intimacy.
She has maintained weight while we've been going together and mentions it as being 124 to 121. When we began our love affair I was lifting 210lbs with my abdomen and with my torso and pumping 185 on the vertical chest. I was curling 170.
I was pulling down 240. I still weigh 134lbs. But my new trick-mystery is that I use a weight barbell during my absence from the gym, so when she mentions her diet, I use the seen-on-television "rip shaker" that is designed to give you a six minute workout to "dynamiclly" become more ripped or cut, therefore, the cut I got from whey protien is now worked on by a "dynamic muscles builder toner". More like Bruce Lee than with the gym, but still it is work put on top of a year and a have on the Nautillus- therefore wish me luck and diligence on seeking a square (rocking hard) body. I might regain or improve with the "Shake-Weight" (available at pharmacies, Donna let me get it for my 49th birthday.)




Monday, August 15, 2011

Donna and I overslept,she took me to brunch- link to Diana Der-Hovanessian, poet






Donna wanted to go to church but we overslept, so we went for coffee. We also missed a Poetry on the Lawn reading with Diana Der-Hovanessian, so I would like to provide a link to the New England Poetry Club. We found out that we have been together for the last 75 nights in a row.

Scott Lord

Friday, August 12, 2011

Donna is taking me to the Stevie Nicks concert, Boston Common Swans,Basic Instinct 2



She's in bed watching the sequel to Basic Instinct, Basic Instinct 2,which, starring Sharron Stone, was filmed in England and again has a subplot with something buried in the past.
Donna is taking me to the Stevie Nicks concert. I told her today, "I love you for this." Last night I told her that she made me the happiest man in the world when I brought her home a bathmat, she intimated that we were already living together and that we would continue to later. I looked and it seems that I haven't written (blogged) about us for nearly a week, which will have to be ok. It will have to be ok. But for various reasons, I began speaking to her in a more soft spoken way this week, which I like. She did take me to lunch, a ham sandwich this week. I told her today I love you for this when she got the tickets, and that it was a large expense for her. We walked through the common and public gardens because she wanted to see about the swan boats and the two swans were there under the bridge.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Donna brought me to another movie.



Donna and I spent the weekend together again, which has been every weekend since the first of June. Friday I had to refill my transdermal nicotine patches. We did laundry and went shopping for her apartment. Saturday and Sunday she slept late. After having missed her church service, which is a study of the book of Mark and which is acceptable in that I am an agnostic love poet or studier of aesthetics, she took me to another movie. We went to see a comedy in a theater she seems to like that occasionally adds silent film to its program. Although she's reluctant to see a silent in that she hasn't seen that many of them and although she said she could see Jaws, which was playing with its sequel and was one of the first films to utilize The Steadycam, we went to a comedy that began with a topshot and reiterated the shot toward the end of the film with a combination topshot pullback shot.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Donna brought me to another movie.



Donna brought me to another movie. She's staring over my shoulder so I can tell her that she's beautiful. I think she's exceptionally pretty. So let her stare over my shoulder as I type.

By the way, thank you for asking me out so often and the coffee, while we're doing laundry together you can stare over my shoulder as I type. By the way, don't keep giggling, but I want you in bed- you have the nicest body.

Tommorow afternoon ok? My Treat.

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Venite-Donna took me to dinner and brunch again, Prayed in the chruch of Oliver Wendell Holmes



Donna prayed at the chancel of King's Chapel.
It was the church of the poet Oliver Wendell Holmes. I had never heard of the poetess Sara Apthorp who also attended church services there. Apparently the church was built in 1754 and the pulpit dates back to 1717.

Last night she took me to dinner again, cheeseburger, fries, coffee. This afternoon she brought me for a french toast bagel and coffee and then thought that she would bring me to another movie, but took me to dinner again instead-cheeseburgers, fries and coffee.
She again said that she may have orgasmed- it was the longest oral foreplay session thought possible or ever experienced.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Donna bought me dinner, said she my have orgasmed

Last night Donna brought me to dinner again, cheeseburgers, coffee and french fries. That's the third time in about week that she has. She evidently likes their mocha.
Last night she said that she may have orgasmed. She watches a movie every night "to relax" and we had seen it earlier this month, so I began kissing her ankles and continued in an upward direction. I got a little wild while kissing her tighs, alternating between kissing her thighs and pubic hair, and when I paused she said "Wow". After we finished she said that she was very lubricated and was wet, her thinking that she may have orgasm. I gave her a back massage, kissing her shoulders again. I haven't fully transposed our affair into a fictional account yet.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Donna: post-coital Rice Crispies and Raisins after a shower

"It was spectacular."
Most every night Donna watches a movie on the Lifetime Movie Network "to relax" This morning she said that she had watched it every night alone thinking, "I wish I had a boyfriend to watch them with. I had been watching three Boris Karloff films in a row every night, sometimes the same ones, while at the computer. This week, after spending almost every night together since the first it June, it had become that I was on the computer during her film rather than laying in bed with her.
Last night we got to a critical point and I told her we couldn't continue talking to each other. "I love you, I'm in love with you, that's my last word. We have nothing further to say." We went to bed at eight o'clock and left the movie off. I looked for places on her body I hadn't explored before. By the end I had my finger between two of her toes. I kissed everywhere, moving my lips vertically. When it was where I wanted I kissed wildly, where I wanted again, softly; softer untill underneath her chin, softer than I thought I could. On my biceps, I barely moved, almost motionless-what she said I won't ever write, which she later reiterated ebulliently, "We can have sex, that's good." This morning she reminded me that I said, "Donna, tell me you love me and use my name." while kissing her fervantly with my hands over my head just enough to reach her breasts and keep my finger on her nipples, while kissing her stomach and lower than her stomach. I think she later said, "I liked that alot."
Using an incomplete sentence, she added words to the effect, "You better be mine after that; I better be where I know you are." with the nicest, most unexpected smile, or look of love, I have ever seen, as though she were suprised.
This morning she gave me the one look of sexual shyness that made it beautiful-in between giggling that we had been together.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Donna took me to breakfast and brought me to another movie.



This morning I heard her say "Scott and I love each other." How is her grammer: "Scott liked their blueberry muffins just as much as I liked them."
She brought me to breakfast and I asked her to order whatever she was having, which was scrambled eggs and hash browns.
Then we went to Harvard Square where she bought herself a necklace and took me to another film.
There seemed an example of reverse field, or reverse direction cutting during the film, where a young girl is on the stairs and the diagnal lines seem to reverse direction from shot to shot. Again, there is a superimposure scene and during the film I said "almost reverse screen cutting". Those two scenes were artisticly shot.
Last night our legs were entwined. I called it an awkward position that I had never really thought of before, but we were trying to get as close to each other physically as we could possibly get. Of course we had to unentwine them an dthen I gave her a back massage.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

When I woke up this morning Donna was holding my hand while she was asleep- Four nights, three nights of passion.

When I woke up this morning Donna was holding my hand while she was sleeping.

Of the last four nights, three have been nights of passion. The third morning she said, "I'm sorry we didn't have sex last night.", which for me was nice enough to bring a new depth to our being together. While massaging her shoulders I began the need to kiss the nape of her kneck, open-mouthed, like eating the quarter of an orange. Kissing her shoulders during massage. Last night I found rubbing her ankles and the tops of her feet while kissing her stomach and thighs.

Donna has been taking me to dinner. It began with a (superfantastic) french toast bagel, and she brought me to coffee a couple times. Then she took me to dinner- pizza. Then dinner again, a ham and cheese: we have a bench near Holyoke Gate where we kiss. Then cheeseburgers, coffee and french fries the next night. And tonight again, cheeseburgers and french fries. (Remember that we have been together every night except for two since the first of June.)
She has two networks that she watches- Hallmark and Lifetime Movie Network. Putting my head between her legs with my shoulders under her thighs is apparently eroticlly stimulating.
Actually, this morning, she lent me laundry detergent, which helped immensely. We went to the supermarket together again after dinner. While kissing her near the register, I spilled my coffee- it wasn't difficult.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Waiting for Donna to blog about the new ring I gave her. Captain America (1944) Ep.01 -The Purple Death (Part 1 of 2)



I'm waiting for Donna to blog about the new ring I gave her. I brought it with me yesterday and she was all smiles. "Is it an engagement ring?"
I answered. "If you want it to be." Its actually a placeholder untill I can get her a nicer ring, but I was on my way and was looking at necklaces when I saw it and thought that if it wasn't the right size, then I could find a more expensive ring that she could keep when she could come with me. It did fit and this afternoon we were in Boston, so I showed her where I got it. She was nice about it being that I should have bought it earlier in the month and didn't have much with me. We took a walk last evening and have another street that we now walk down hand in hand.
But she's busy and sent me to get coffee, so I thought that, although she is the essential Margo Lane to the Lamont Cranston shadow, that while I was having coffee would be a good time for Captain America.
I happen to collect the film of Lionel Atwill.

Scott Lord

Thursday, July 14, 2011

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"You would think that there is a God, especially in that you were in a certain place at a certain time. I believe in love whether there is or there is not  a Supreme Being and I believe in being in love. If someone has a belief in God or a creator then it is part of who they are and it belongs to them, so debate is only philosophical untill their emotions and ideals become something poetic about them, and when the discussion develops to the postition that there is a God the other person believes in or a spirtuality they need to be who they are, then it becomes a matter of philosophiclly listening, the imperative being that the freedom of other person can be known deeper as an act of love or an aethetic act of observing their beauty or the beauty of their ideas and emotions. The debate is no longer concerned with if there is a God from the agnostic postion, it is concerned with if life can be made more beautiful and if love can be made more intimate."
     She usually ended each phone call by saying, "I love you." but with this instance she added to it by saying, "I love you so much."
     After they had said goodnight, he began again,"I owe you fifty cents." She laughed and before she could say anything he enthusiasticly added, "Good night. I love you." so as to assure her that was all he needed to say, to which she quickly replied, "I love you too." The fact of the matter was that they had known each other before their having become involved. 
     Had it been that he had earlier reminded her of what had happened between them, outlining the actions of their bodies before and after, if not before, during and after their conversations? At first the moon from the terrace was red, it then being low on the horizon, to which he called her attention, asking her if in fact if it wasn't the moon. After his cigarette and after they had talked for a short while, it seemed more orange, shadows of hue passing across it. Later, it was considerably higher on the horizon taking into account for how long they had talked, it entirely white in its brightness except for a thin band of clouds passing across it. They had had two nights of making love that seemed exceptional for them before she had began her menstration and were left to mostly only hold each other. During the two earlier nights, and during several of the nights before that they had quickly acquired a way of being near to each other right before making love where they would look at each other each laying in bed on their side almost using the same pillow, their faces almost touching while looking into each other's eyes where there was almost a happiness to their intimacy.
     "Talking about marriage gets me sexually stimulated, especially that we're exclusive."
     "When your nipples are erect and harden makes me think of what could happen between us .Sensually, am I kissing you softly enough; I like to use my tongue strait down instead of my finger and circle with it before using my mouth and lips."
     "Yes."
     Earlier that evening right after they had had dinner together she mentioned that while they were there she wanted to go into the chapel to pray. She had ask him in with her and silently sat for a moment with her hands folded and happily acknowledged when she had finished, announcing that they could then leave. There had been brochures there that he was looking at in between watching her pray and they were those that almost, if seen with a black humor, bordered on being morbid, their concerning the potential loss of a love one and the putting aside of time during the day that could be used to reflect upon those who had recently departed as though there were to be regular sessions of appreciative thoughtfulness after their passing and prayers dedicated to the recently deceased or soon to be deceased. In bed he had said that she was more than welcome to pray anytime that she desired to and not only had the freedom, but the individuality. She then told him that she was praying that they could be together as a couple.
     "I meditated", he said, trying not to sound hesitant that his thoughts, although directed toward her, had not been in the apostrophe and specifically sent to an omnipotent deity.
     
     
     
   

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