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.

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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).

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Scott Lord

The Strand Magazine

The Strand Magazine, No. 36 December,1893

Please return to London, December 1893.

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

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

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

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