Donna and I went to Anna Karenina on Christmas Day

We missed a midnight mass last night because it was cold and then a morning church breakfast because I had been awake a six and it seemed like there was going to be snow on Christmas morning; but we did attend a six o'clock Christmas mass (it's cool- I don't recieve the Eucharist). We made it to see the Tom Stoppard version of Anna Karenina Christmas night after promising ourselves we would- we were going to see the film weeks ago, but she wanted to see Breaking Dawn first.
We're saving some presents to each other for after Christmas; I got her a nightgown during the beginning of the month and we've been adding things to our shopping since then.
The film is sumptuous- and there's a little theatrical thing where it seems to be all interior shots and the exteriors are represented as only occurring on stage, meaning Russian society is in fact a facade of painted backdrops where reality happens behind the doors of private affairs- the camerwork is good where symbolic shots of the train and a theater fan are swished panned, rather than accelerating the montage in a classic way, the camera pivots to represent speed and urgency.
The plot is emotion and is depicted as emotion in its love scenes and thematic threading.

More and More Art:Christmas cards and their chief designers

Christmas cards and their chief designers

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Donna Let Me Take Her To The Movies

Donna and I went to another film together. Usually she brings me, whereas this time I finally brought her. After, I said, "Thank you for going out with me." We've been talking about seeing Anna Karenina and then she noticed this film was there and she was hoping to see it; since we were in Boston rather than Cambridge, specifically we were at Macy's shopping, we made this film before dark. I took Temple Street this time to vary my way and noticed there's a little bit of architecture I may not have quite noticed before.

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Hot off the press:I broke my record on the bench press

This is me at 48. I'm now fifty. I left the gym about a year and a half ago to move in with Donna and she gave me an isometric muscle toner for my 49th birthday. I have only lifted four times since, which is about once a week. What i don't quite understand is this: last night I broke my record for the bench press. When I left the gym I was lifting 200 on most of the nautilis machines. Last night I benched 230 lbs- 30 more than when I was lifting everyday. I still weigh 132 lbs. It can't be the horny goat weed. Scott Lord silent film

Never Believe its not so. "Are you writing in the Donna and Scott blog?"

Donna just asked me what I was writing. (I would really like to be involved in a work of fiction after the little reading that I happenned to have fit in this afternoon.) We spent most of the week in Macy's Christmas shopping. It was the fourth time over the weekend that we had been to the store. We have had dinner in Boston every night for the past three days. We were actually in Macy's during a city wide blackout from the River to Harvard Square and with the power off had to go down the escalators in the dark. We amazingly had lights and returned the next day to make the purchase.

I saved this photo out, not because I gave her perfume, but because I gave her a nightgown and a dozen roses. I don't feel like writing about how optimistic I am about my lift untill it happens, but I'll be at the gym untill midnight- in effect, I've regained enough to lift the amount of weight that I was lifting when I left a year and a half ago. I wouldn't know how, I don't lift everyday like I once did and I've only been using an isometric. But I can again bench the same weight as before. I still weigh approx 132 and still lift 200, but not as often. I'm trying a testosterone booster this time, but I've tried a lot of different supplements. Us? We've been making love late at night and I would like translate it into material for fiction and part of a novel (Two possible novels while I'm here on earth in that I'm now fifty?) Scott Lord on Silent Film

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Donna:Thanksgiving dinner (Catholic Church), Harvard Doctoral candidate invitation to film

I'll recommend the film as an agnostic. I'd like to write the poem about the circumstances under which we were invited- in the light, you will find the road. Donna and I spent our second Thanksgiving at a nearby Catholic church, in effect she attends church while I look for writing experiences, including foods that are different. We were discussing going to see Anna Karenina, and got lucky. There was a second Thanksgiving down the street and a complete stranger gave me a mimeograph. Last year we got lucky when the church members tried to deliver two ten pound turkeys to our building and allowed us to intercept one of them, their giving us enough for days. This year, rather than a crowded loud affair, the second dinner was given by a "pastor", and was a "small gathering". It happened to be a bible study group run by a Harvard Divinity School doctoral candidate. As odd as the feeling was, apparently the function room was at her disposal and she then invited us to a film. See it if you want and I'll ruin the ending if you'll watch it-  he has left her in a church and the film concludes with his voice over belief expression  of his belief in God and his returning for her. Because it has a romantic ending, the theological theme is, if the world were to end we should trust God and let faith bring whatever is next; or if it were not to end, then those who are "left behind" are left here to believe. The worst thing that can happen is that you would say that the movie is part of  "Christ in Literature" and purportedly deals with the books of Daniel and maybe Thessalonians.
I again mentioned to the pastor that while I'm with Donna, she can go into a church at any time and sit quietly and reflect. (Greek for mensa being altar- maybe to some artists-but the church is my museum) Really, if you are old enough to remember the Insight television series from Sunday mornings, which I still respect in some way, the film was reminiscent of it.
She won a new Christmas mug with cappaccino after dinner in a raffle and she, for now,placed it in the Holiday basket that she won in an earlier raffle months ago.

Agnostic response to serenity: Sex,love, lifting at gym, atheism

"We made love last night." I just brought Donna a coffee. I went back to the gym to lift weights. In effect, after our living together for a year and replacing the gym with an isometric, which tones the muscle, I can lift, but not as much as a year and a half ago. I'm lucky to curl 100 as often as I can, the bench press is lower than before. But possibly, with the isometric, the look is more toned, or ripped, which at my weight is what I wanted from lifting- to look like Bruce Lee, although I might not still lift 200 at my weight of 130. Secondly, I don't believe in God, debate made, debate taken. Apparently the wealthy in America brought it up recently. I believe in love, which is why I mention it at whatever "course of human events" or cultural standpoint we may now be at. Love "that brings you places" as a human being or person- "into things"- I wasn't into lifting, I just picked it up waiting for "serenity to bring me where I was going". We made love last night, wants some heavy poetry; some of the words could be improved, I still said to be thankful for what we have or still have. She just came in, and she's explaining things to me. We're actually having the conversation that she was "self-conscious" and now I have to remember the word "true relationship", without being personal, she "checked the mirror" or something like that after the beginning of foreplay, like when you have to reach for a lubricant. Maybe it isn't entirely superficial, poeticlly, although I just had to reiterate that she should accept the compliment from me. A quick smile now that its morning, I just had to tell her that while she was doing that took an aphrodisiac for stamina and things like that. Scott Lord- Film

Is art more often than not a reflection of mood or emotion? I've added one of the movie posters I've been looking through.

Pat Paulson- It's my first time.

Its my first time; Donna talked me into it.

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George Melies- The bookstore on West Street, Boston

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I happened to spend the morning looking through the silent film section in the bookstore on West Street. The one hundread year old copy of Longfellow was five dollars, which is indicative of its outdoor section. I went inside and found a paperback Grove Press copy of I Am Curious Blue.( The template of my webpage was made from a photograph of a hard cover copy of Vilgot Sjoman's diary, which I no longer own.) I also found a copy of If Love is a Leopard, by Ethan Ayer. Apparently Mr. Ayer was the editor of Voices magazine and quite possibly lived near Longfellow, but we were both born in the same town. I wrote to the author in 1977 as a freshman in highschool, my having found a copy of his novel The Enclosure at the public library book sale. In return, he sent me a signed copy If Love is a Leopard, a volume of his volume of poetry, which I also no longer own- today I found a replacement copy.. What Donna and I did miss today . although we had a date for lunch was a screening of Silent Film this evening only a couple blocks from where I was shopping. I  have therefore  included representative films here. Silent Film

Ghost Stories from Holyoke Gate

Handbook

Washington commanded the Continental Army from both Harvard and the Longfellow House. After dinner last night, Donna and I had to stop for a little while at Holyoke Gate. Earlier this month I had spoken to "Alice Longfellow" the daughter of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow- Like the freedom trail on Tremont Street, Harvard University has guided tours with the guides in period costume; like the freedom trail, you might happen to evesdrop on the tour if you're sitting in the right spot as they go by.
     We got a "complimentary" ghost story" last night, for being in the right place. A revolutionary war soldier apparently revisited the house of the president of Harvard while a woman was vacuuming during the 1950's. He made no sound on the creaking stairs and made no footprints. "And with that", the tour guide went into the yard, which was just as we needed to leave.
Please read the book above marked "handbook". I happened to find it this evening and am pouring through it.
It seems like one that Donna would take an interest in as I continue through it.
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"Things like that, that's what I would journal about. I bought you a pair of shoes. I wouldn't buy just anyone a pair of shoes."

Donna is standing behind me again as I type and she was asking when we last made love; if it it was last night or the night before. Of course it was this afternoon after we got home from brunch, that we both know.

"But it was also the night before, right?" She says she doesn't mind my blogging about her because it doesn't have her picture. In any event, we have passed the stairway in the photo twice in between making love.
"Scott, what stairway? What photo?"



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Donna and I: Lunch aboard the Winnipesaukee Scenic Railroad

The above video is a tourist commercial for the train itself, where as the below video is a handheld view from the train that shows the lake.
Donna and I had dinner last night at a Boston University lecture and lunch today on a train that travels the outline of Lake Winnipesaukee.

Donna and I attend: Elie Wiesel at Boston University

Donna and I attended a lecture tonight at Boston University titled In The Talmud: Is Martyrdom or Sanctification of His Name a Valid Response. It was given by Elie Wiesel.

Donna and I had dinner near B. U. West and she asked if she could go to Marsh Chapel to pray. Again, I have a policy that she can enter any empty church whenever she walks by and can see if its open. She was alone in Marsh Chapel praying after dinner. I'm not that familiar with the campus, and downstairs last week there was a poster announcing lecture- so I asked one of the young women working for the church what today's date was. It so happenned that there was a lecture scheduled for tonight an hour later. While I was asking for directions there seemed the slight  possibility that the lecture was already in progress in the Chapel, but we were whisked away by one of the faculty before Donna could decline. She had offered weeks before, but now it was spur of the moment. Really, she just has a habit of using the church and sitting there quietly for a couple of minutes.
The lecture was well worth being there and being there for an hour. Again, I would lean back on Camus- if human suffering is not absurd, life is. It is absolutely futile to ask God whether or not we are allowed to suffer;
the entire soliloquy of Hamlet is non-relevent and non-applicable after that. It's nice to have Hamlet ideas to look upon, but if life is absurd, are they not obsolete. And since I mentioned that, he also journeys into where you would confront the Talmud or religion about whether you could live or die "for love" and whether love has or can have a greater "meaning" that God, or greater value- the Judaic law that he points to is one of ethics, the act has value because it is ethical by a transcendental standard, whereas I usually begin with a metaphysical aesthetics, the act has value only because it is beautiful and it is beautiful because there is no metaphysic that can invest it with any eternal value. Life is beautiful because it doen't need a God inorder to exist and it is absurd from that veiwpoint.
Weisel's position was that there is a specific Judaic Law invitably leading to God's view of "the chosen"-it can
be a point of departure for anyone. I just mentioned genericlly, "they have to be good Judaic laws"
Over all, I like the summary made from his message as a humanism, that is to say if that's how he arrived at it, that's fine in that he places a value on living and being alive. Just because he Talmud is ethical doesn't say that it is the word of God. If if apparently brings a conception of sins that are forgivable and those that are not, then you would live with the forgivable ones:Wiesel is quoted on the handout, "Whatever you do, remember the moral dimension."

By the time he was finished he gave Donna a little bit of a smile

Scott Lord, film criticism I had seen Nadine Gordimer at Harvard University and Saul Bellow at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, but also attended a church service with Mother Theresa (all clergy affair, but a Fransciscan priest gave me the one rare ticket). So Donna understood that I would want to make it to the lecture. I'll be honest, I've missed a number of lectures open to the public in Boston. But it was worth more being something non-predicted, so I told her that the important thing is that while we were out she went inside the church to pray when she felt like it. Whatever you do, remember the aesthetic dimension (and may the beauty of the human being lead you to the ontological if necessary). It was funny, Donna just likes to know she can bring a bottle of water into the museums and one of the students had some water there, so I was explaining that the Mother Theresa had said "If you give anyone a glass of water it is in Jesus's name" and that I purported that if you needed water then, of course, out of kindness, I didn't see the harm. (Christian kindness and romantic love wouldn't have any discrepency.)

Film Practicum: Boston Athenaeum (see next page)

Donna and I: The Boston Anthenaeum

I found the most beautiful statue of Elizabeth Barrett Browning at the Boston Anthenaeum.

Boston Anthenaeum

The current exhibition is of Chromolithographic advertisement and features chromolithographs made by Wislow Homer for Harper's Weekly. The is one nice Chromolithograph made from a Winslow Homer watercolor and a chromolithograph advertising The Boston Theatre.  I was in a room Longfellow studied in with sculptures of Washington owned by Jefferson. There is a Gilbert Stuart painting that was thought to be a copy painted by his nephew, now claimed to be the original.
     I would readily become a member of the library if I could get the subscription fee waived or subsidized- it would probably amount to the value of one course or 3 credits- I've overused my Dell Inspiron mini and the useage allowance is depleted, therefore I have to find available Wi-Fi; usually I donot and can type anytime, anywhere. (The visitors pass to the library gave us free access to the museum exhibits without use of the lending library)
     Remind me that Donna came up with the poem, "Angels climbing up a tree after eating ice cream."

The line of poetry I need to work on after my internet access frees up next week is

"Heaven is not only for the exonerated,
Tragic not this averted glance."

Little girl and the blond:Donna likes to play Sophia

We never thought that we would find this again, but ever since we've been writing a play based on it. Donna
likes to play the little girl. In real life her name is Sophia from New Zealand.



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Donna and I: Two rabbits at the home of H. W. Longfellow

The home life of Henry W. Longfellow. Reminisce...

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This photo I like: it is the frontpiece from the 1891 edition of the complete works of Longfellow published by Riverside Press and Houghton Mifflin and titled The Old Clock on the Stairs and lists it as a photogravure.

This afternoon Donna and I walked past the "museum" and I told her I was looking for the rabbit that we had seen the last time we were there. By the fence, one of the rabbits was feeding and came towards us, the other following behind from under the bushes a little later.
The architecture on Lowell Street in Cambridge is beautiful. While walking in Rockport, I had found a side street named Granite Street that eventually led to Front Beach, so this time, I turned down Lowell Street, thinking it would lead to Brattle Street, which it does in fact, luckily. She mentioned that I had intentionally gotten us lost in Rockport and I replied that I always get to where we are going. But she was very good about the actual detour and my asking if we could try what seemed to be a good way to go.

Our evening last night was very romantic so I have little time tonight to blog about our attending the Park Street Church last Sunday or our last week  haved stopped into Marsh Chapel to allow her to pray, during which I asked the organist what the piece of music had been while she had been sitting in the church alone, to which he replied, "Oh, I wrote that last night.".
Romantic in that our conversation was left off on the topic of her orgasming and I'm waiting to re-begin it.


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Divinity: Mary Magdalene

Karen L. King | Harvard Divinity School

"Jesus said to them, my wife she will be able to be my disciple."

The Egyptian coptic continues, "I dwell with her."

Donna continued our conversation with, "I knew it." when I told her that not only was Jesus thought to be married, but that she had guessed correctly and that it was to Mary Magdalene.

Again, whenever we pass a church I check to see if it is open and if Donna can go in and quietly pray. Sometimes they are. It is whenever it would make her feel better to do so.

Please accept this link to the author that has discovered that Mary Magadalene may have been "The first woman apostle" of Christ.

Donna asked for a photo

   
After our having spent four days in Gloucester, on Atlantic Road overlooking Bass Rocks near Good Harbor Beach, and Rockport, our winding down Main Street, Railroad Ave, Granite Street and then down Beach Street untill finding the Front Street Beach, when we returned to Cambridge to begin the Autumn, while at lunch I won a raffle. Out of a number of baskets I picked one with an autumn theme, because it seemed feminine and it happened to include things for the kitchen: glasses, plates,bowls, napkins, towels.

When I gave it to Donna- actually we made love during the afternoon- she asked me to take a photo. The table cloth is brown and red with leaves and patterns of autumn.

I gave Donna roses

I let myself in, left roses on the table while she was in the bathroom and left.

Donna called me to say "Thank you for the roses." She then pulled, "You know I would never sleep with anyone else."
I replied, "Ok, I'll run your errand"- promptly hanging up.

I had began a poem in Rockport and we have made love since without my adding to it right.
Its title is The Inclines of Suspension. Now the line, "how empty you would seem" slipped into it; it there for needs polish and craftmanship.


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Donna and I: dinner and another movie, the rose from the beach still on the table.

As we had ended the summer by spending most of the week in Rockport and Gloucester, Donna wanted to begin the "new horizon"- this was the second Labor Day we have spent on the beach, by going to dinner and seeing a movie. Oddly last night was shrimp fried rice and tonight I mentioned that I really hadn't had a grilled cheese sandwich since we began dating. Months ago it was that I hadn't had pastrami while seeing her.
The film: by the end of the evening she had summarized it as having an open ending, which it does, and I added that I hadn't thought that it could be representative of the "unfinished novel", but the fictional novel that appears in the film does show its last page in an insert shot on the screen- it does it twice and I remember that in both shots it reads that it was the 'sweetest thing he had ever seen in his life."...but, the second instance that flashes briefly on screen seemed to be a different paragraph, so during the film I said, "he rewrote the ending"- that happened about mid-point in the film. Not only that but the author the film ends with tells his "student-mistress" to "write her own ending".
I also quoted the end of Moveable Feast because the images on the screen were packed with allusions or references- but if there are four novels I've read by that author, don't ask me what I might happen to remember about the one that did happen to be published posthumously. Is the movie worth seeing in order to rethink what the Great American novel is- probably, if you look at the title. There apparently was a magazine article about one of those four novels soon being republished with a ton of manuscript material that the author had while working out the ending and I did mention that it is now an entirely new reading experience, but I think it was claiming 64 different endings newly published this year along with the old novel. The film coyly has a subplot that flashes back to the Left Bank Existentialists. His daughter dies, his French wife leaves him and he returns to the United States to abandon novel writing. There's a slight clue that he knew a published author personally after returning- ( as the character is relating his story fifty years after the Hollywood Ten, I'll skip over there being "a front" and add that the film is rated P.G. and gives a fairly good amount of tragedy and pith where its harmless plot line can still be sent through as being the story of a young author rather than some banned underground classic resurfacing)  He does say something profound quickly toward the end, "You do your best and that's all that you can ask of another person".
The film revolves around its love interest, which is why we decided to see it rather than the other first run movies. You could ask whether it is a matter of the three loves couples in the film unconnecting from each other after having touched each other's existences, but you might not.
There is a shot in the film where there actually is a light change during the shot due to camera movement. In a very dark room, the camera tracks from a dark area toward a light in the upper right hand corner, right before the author begins to type on his computer. It cuts to a close shot where the actors face is in full light, which seems to much of a contrast, but it fits. I might have tried something less of a contrast, and then used the values of the first shot to enrich the second shot. But its a nice slow left to right  tracking from a darkened shot to a shot of a small light.
While Donna and I were talking about the fictional novel and its title Window Tears, I said that I would inordinately write "Window of Tears" if I were to write poetry, which changes the meaning or image almost entirely. I like both.

Donna, Rockport, September

Breakfast in Rockport

The (often) good-hearted woman I live with arranged for us to stay and additional night in Rockport to end the Summer and begin the Autumn. Last year we were here for only the weekend. After breakfast I mysteriously brought her a red rose without explaining that there is a florist and greenhouse right nearby. Yesterday morning she had eggs right of Good Harbor Beach with a panoramic view of the ocean, but she actually liked this mornings waffles in Rockport more and said she was surprised by both things.

Rockport Art Association

Artists of the Rockport Art Association:

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Donna and I walked passed this building this afternoon. It's a pretty street.

Please visit the above link to retreat into the Motif #1 of the fourties.

Pigeon Cove and vicinity: Donna and I spending the weekend on Cape Ann

Pigeon Cove and vicinity

Rockport in 1873- Another old hardcover I can't get through fast enough.

Donna and I are spending the weekend on Cape Ann, my not having begun any typing until the end of the
 evening.

Echoes from Cape Ann : Donna and I spending the weekend in Rockport

Echoes from Cape Ann : a book of poems, recitat...

When I have an afternoon to read a lot of poetry I may like to return to this volume. It began to rain after breakfast, which Donna and I had on Atlantic Road in Gloucester, below Good Harbor Beach, but with a view of it. It rained until we were at Front Beach and the Burial Ground in Rockport. We just finished filming her by the (indoor) pool and spa.
There is a claim that Cape Ann was not named for Queen Anne, but for Anne of Denmark. It dates from the 19th century.

Gloucester:Thatcher Road last September, Atlantic Road this year:Spectacular View with Donna

Stage Fort Park Shuttle:

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We spent most of the afternoon at Bass Rocks, riding the trolley through East Gloucester. We saw sunset at Stage Fort Park, the cold breeze off the ocean refreshing as we saw night fall at the Fisherman's Statue. We had dinner at the same table as we did last year. It was the quietest town that you could think of during the evening, the stores having closed presumably  before six o-clock. Donna liked Stiles beach, which is small, but at what she thought could be low-tide, the water seemed shallow. On the trolley we came up with the line of poetry "Diamonds on the Sea", only to find the moon reflected a view from the bedroom which includes nothing but ocean, Twin Lights in the distance.
The light reflects off my laptop screen- I was thinking use my webcam to film, it so happened it was easier to use a digital still camera.

After a year of red, I gave Donna a white rose; stayed in bed Saturday.

Donna was actually thinking of our going to the play shown in the enclosure below. She is in fact a writer and wanted to write during college.

 I can't really explain that one day I met Gloucester poet Vincent Ferrini and the next I came to Boston to study Billy Barnum, but they were comrades- but I did finally write a title for a poem this afternoon, "The Inclines of Suspension". I was looking at a subway bridge that was flat and then the side of a buliding nearby featured a semi-circled room, and I thought, due to how stress plays out architecturally, shouldn't  the roof be the semi-cirlcle? Art is usually abstract geometry, which leads to science I really don't try to study.

We still could be going to the play- apparently we missed the fireworks in Gloucester Harbor this weekend. Last year were a eek too early for Liv Ullmann; this year we are a week to early for Judy Collins.

About the rose: I was listening to Music for Human Beings on M. I. T. radio friday night and had skipped giving her a rose because we are readying for our romantic weekend. My message was- please just keep the weekend romantic. Then I thought, if I make it a white rose there will be an element of seriousness to it. She said, "I love it" After all is said and done, we had what is almost breakfast in bed, postponing the romantic friday into Saturday afternoon.

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Donna and I study-Brattle Street Cambridge: Henry Van Brunt-architectural essays

Greek lines and other architectural essays

Please glance at the writing of Henry Van Brunt on art, the Ideal and Aphrodite.
I just referred to Donna as Phi Beta Sexy, she majored in the philosophy of religious art. Today she liked one of the houses on Brattle belonging to the above author. Its a Houghton Mifflin and I used to collect them if printed before 1900. Actually I was looking for Elmwood, the home of James Russel Lowell from his birth untill his death, and I found a beautful yellow house on the corner of Brattle and Elmwood Ave. We had begun with the idea to visit Mount Auburn Cemetary, where Amy Lowell and Longfellow are buried (see previous blog entries), but as we have been there together before decided to return to the Longfellow House. Elmwood was also built during the time of Washington's Command in Cambridge. She wanted, after having seen it at first sight, to tour the Hooper-Lee-Nichols House, built in 1685 ( I have the date 1883 for the Brunt House, but there's a note that reads 1765 for either the Longfellow or for Elmwood, I have to double check).
We continued waling down Brattle Street and decided to tour the Longfellow House.

I signed the guestbook to the Henry Wadsworth Longefellow House and we ascended the stairs to begin the tour. And then we found out the don't allow pocket books or purses, and based on a previous agreement she and I  had from other museums- it's just part of our dating- we politely declined the tour and left. Meaning it did more for us as a couple to live by our arbitrary agreement that she feels more confident with her purse, than had we actually seen the museum.

And as to whether it was Elmwood or not, I think the world of Amy Lowell the poet, and for some reason it was a beautiful garden and a nice piece of architecture- leave it to poetry untill I track it down whether the poet's house is on a corner of Brattle. A cool artist pulled into his drive way later while we were admiring the brass statue's on his front lawn, which is also poetic since it looked like a private reside and were were trying to quickly see whom the statues were of before continuing onward.

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Marsh Chapel Left Open during evening: please accept Mornings in the college chapel

Mornings in the college chapel

     Marsh Chapel was left open last night. I have a policy that whenever we pass a church, Donna can go inside and pray. We were walking Commonwealth Ave for the second time, the first time being on the inbound side, as we were going into the city. This time we still went from B.U West to East, but tried the other side and passed Marsh Chapel. I thought we we would back the "grounds" or "courtyard", but Donna asked to go inside. The church was left wide open with no one inside, so we went down the aisle to the front pews where we often sit.
It was serenity- a quiet place for her to pray and for me to reflect.
Of course I am interested in New England architecture; in one week we have visited four churches- and (I may have, long ago, unwittingly driven some nails into one by ten pine.)

A side note: Commonwealth Avenue is interesting, but only so interesting; but it was a nice walk on a summer night. Apparently there's a statue of Lief Ericsson, but we walked during the night from Boston University. You needn't know that Harvard and MIT are both nestled on the way home, but we passed a church we often need to pass and I found the photo-below while looking for a public domain shot of Marsh Chapel.
I hope its the last time I blog about or mention in a blog a neat novel I read before moving titled The Memorial Hall Murder, where the dean apparently jumped off the roof of Memorial Hall after the minister that he had murdered was somehow found alive in the ruins of Memorial Hall, which had exploded. The detective is Hamilton Dow and he's bland if not the blandest. So add this photo and if you can piece together mysteries this should be a photo of Memorial Hall, the murder was in room 201 of the church.

Park Street Church, Boston: Donna sang beautifully.

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Again, we have a policy that whenever we pass a church that is open, I can ask Donna if she wants to go inside and pray. Thursday, we visited the Paul Revere House, and the Old North Church, which is still an active church was open for historical tours, but we did find a beautiful Catholic church near by, diagnally in between the  Paul Revere House and the Old North Church, and we went inside where she could sit in front of the altar. We sometimes attend the Park Street Church and that included this Sunday. Which was nice. The subject was Galatians, which I am less interested for any ancient  "the unexamined life is not worth living", but it seems to be about the books of Paul and Peter. A woman quoted Matthew about if you ask a door will be opened to you.
Brass  tacks: its a rock band is centered on youth ministry during the afternoon service and the minister spoke of things on television and "pop culture", not as though it was unchristian, but really a little isolationist- during it he addressed Heart and Soul love, and I crinkled my wrinkles (crow's feet)  to acknowledge a smile. But then again, they have Christian Science Monitor that can handle most things Protestant, so why bother with "secular" things. So I "like the church". I brought Donna a rose Saturday, and she asked what it was for, and really, I was just in that mood after how well she got us through Thursday and Friday- For Romantic Reasons Only (good name for the title of my novel and screenplay). But then I mentioned the more inner meaning to her, "I brought you a rose, which means we can spend the weekend anyway you would like; anything you want to do." So I brought her to church after having missed a couple weeks.
 I used the word "kindness" before we went inside, and then I said to Donna, "I can use the word 'out of kindness', but if I have to I can amend it to 'love and kindness'", and if for any reason, the word was used as part of the sermon, then he caught my attention.
But Donna did sing beautifully.
The photo I posted is of a book that is two hundred years old; it seems to puts Emerson and quite possibly Universalism into perspective. Please feel invited to read the volume by clicking the link at the top of the page. I've skimmed the sermon and it concerns the omnipresence of God, particularly as they were opening a new church. I believe it is the first sermon delivered at the Park Street Church.

Donna and I in Boston: The Paul Revere House and Old North Church

The Paul Revere House





      Today we went to the Paul Revere House. Last year,one afternoon Donna and I serendipituosly decided to go to King's Chapel. She worships at the Park Street Church occaisionaly. While downtown today we were thinking of going to the" Boston Massacre Museum" on the Freedom Trail near Washington Street- there are two museums there, but when there decided to explore the city and find The Paul Revere House. It is small and quiet, but worth the hour if in the area. The house was built in 1680 and owned by Revere between 1770-1800 and therefore where Revere lived when Washington was in command in Cambridge. This afternoon we found a printing press from the colonial-revolution era tucked away behind the Old North Church. The Old North Church has a pair of wooden angels donated by a pirate.
Ok, most Boston residents don't really think the Freedom Trail is a thrill and are more curious about where the combat zone of 1950 was, which is why the historical buildings are no longer there, but I first  went to the Witch House in Salem around 1972, so I know the Revere House is from before 1692. The Freedom trail does have one or two things that are of interest.
 There is a beautiful church in the North End, it is a cathedral, and as I am agnostic, we went in to allow Donna to pray.
The church is art [the church is art-whether or not man is God or not-God believes in God-life is unabsurd:
sex is a meaning that can be given to love-beauty is only truth when we want to believe in it]. Actually, whether I should have been in there or not, the church is beautiful, there is a painted dome and Catholic statues, but I would have no reason to return unless we were walking through the North End again. I very coyly said, "If you're praying for another person its ok.", meaning that I was sitting right next to her and she is one of the people that I would want only the best for.
The furniture in the Paul Revere house was owned by Revere, and it is self-guided with guides available.

Bostonia: After dinner, Donna and I walked Commonwealth Ave.

During all these years I had never really been to Boston University Central ( was reading George Plimpton before we began dating) , so after dinner Donna and I walked the length of B.U., our going for coffee in the middle. We hadn't planned it. At the College of Communications she said that she liked it and would have liked to have attended.
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Donna took me to another movie-I brought her a rose

I brought Donna back a single rose- primarily because we made love. Secondly, we made hotel reservations for the beach- we were there last September and decided to return. It is almost too long to wait for a vacation, but it gives me plenty of time to read things that could possibly have anything to do with where we'll be and what we'll be doing. To begin the first-weekend-waiting-for-the-long-weekend, Donna wanted to see a film; I said it would be a good way to look forward to the romantic weekend.
I liked the film as a film; there is a shot-reverse-shot series that begins the credit sequence that seems obvious, but by the end of the film I thought that there hadn't been a top-shot. Minutes after I realized it a well-placed top-shot of the actress was included near the conclusion of the film. The lighting in the film was more than passable for a romantic comedy. While walking back I mention that this was one of the better romantic comedies where there is some thinking, or thoughts with feelings; I prefer it to some of this years' films. I mentioned that the films with Cameron Diaz and Jennifer Anniston are based on the actresses being comedic; whether its fair or not, or accurate or not, I literally said something to the effect  that it was 'Diaz and Anniston on screen shaking around', meaning that they've developed themselves on screen as attractions and part of the film may be centered on their being comedic in a recognizable or individualized way- the humor based on the star. But....I would think there is more to scriptwriting.
Donna recently styled her hair shorter- its pretty. "I cut it with bangs and layered it", she said, staring over my shoulder as I blogged.
So its a new look, actually with several new dresses for the summer that are in fact suprisingly sexy (nice) and later a return to the beach to make the summer nights in some way newer, or more intimate.

Antiquarian Guide through Mount Auburn: Donna asked to pray

Guide through Mount Auburn

This is exactly where we we today-please read the next entry for what the conversation was. She asked if she could see if the church was open so that she could kneel at the alter, but there was a private service. 

Mount Auburn Cemetery: Donna and I at Consecratation Dell-Longfellow House

Mount Auburn Cemetery

We had the idea to visit Mount Auburn again and I thought we would beeline to the grave of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Instead Donna wanted to go inside the chapel to pray. In essence, there is a small wishing well right before reaching it and graves that have statues of angels that date between 1831-1899. Reaching the chapel it was the second time the church had a private service in progress, but there is a statue of a Sphinx right there to from which to begin exploring, so we just took the winding roads. There are more Celtic crosses-with-circles-on-them there than I had first guessed; I should think the Celtic cross is a peace sign. None of the graves are ancient by Boston standard but they are Victorian ornate. There wasn't a sound- untill you stopped to listen to the birds. Not a sound. Of interest, there's a life size statue once you get far enough inside- it dates from 1860 and it turned out to be a Universalist minister. There were more crypts, so I decided to go further in between trees and off of the main paths onto foot paths. There is a secluded spot that is essentially woods if you look for ways to get off the road and onto more bridle path.
Consecration Dell is the most romantic spot in Cambridge, but the pond seems to dry up during the summer. We we visited by a chipmunk. The conversation was actually whether it would be an ideal place to make love.
Again, I wasn't looking specificlly, but I was apparently within yards of the graves of painter Winslow Homer and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. We just followed the meandering roads until it seemed like the right direction and found a rabbit.
  But better yet, after Donna and I had lunch (for my memory's sake let me duly note: Roastbeef and Tuna-melt), we decided to walk the rest of the way to Harvard Square. It really is a shorter walk than while visiting the cemetary. Longfellow Park has a wild bust of Longellow with a frieze in back of it featuring Evangeline, The Village Blacksmith, Miles Standish and Hiawatha. The grounds to the Longfellow House are open untill dusk, and although the visitor's center was closed, there is a flower garden attached to the "National Park-Musuem". In effect the flower you would remember would be gladiolas, but the flower garden was a surprise to Donna after walking through all the shaded green foliage of the cemetary.
There is a pergola- Donna asked if it was a gazebo. The actual house dates back to 1759-Longfellow built additions in 1844. We were escorted to the garden: another rabbit during the same afternoon.

Scott and Donna (playlist): Donna asked if I had blogged about the last time we made love

Oddly, Donna asked if I had blogged about the last time we made love and she is more than right, because it was one of our most intimate times, I had not. What I have been doing is taking notes for my novel and possibly some poetry. So the intensity was to where I would want to leave it as art, or creativity, or poetical.
The last entry was my film of her that I made the night of the fourth and my answer was that I wanted everything left quiet and beautiful. This is the play list, in which I have last year's film of the Boston skyline on the fourth of July together with ("spliced?") this years.
It's cute that she's a little "foggy", ie feminine soft, about my giving the words I've used in bed to a fictional character- they were at the height of my physical attraction, "This I know how to do." and now to include that I have to explain passion and desire during a paragraph-I wasn't hurrying to leave my notes here. But she's right that I didn't date any of my notes because they were headed strait to my novel. The character obviously will not be a postition to measure his words carefully or slowly.
She said something cute during the time in between about the male anatomy that I was hoping to reword for a fictional female character and she also did something cool; we both knew that we were going downstairs and she couldn't get out "Would you mind carrying this", this being her bag, but said "Would you marry me." I gathered she had necessarily been thinking about the last time we made love and that we hadn't really discussed it enough in any direct way.

Scott Lord and Girlfriend: Boston skyline from Donna's terrace,Webcam vi...

This is the second year during which Donna and I watched the night from the ninth floor of her apartment overlooking the Boston skyline and Charles River from Cambridge. Actually, I was her guest last year, but have been here every night since and we now live together.
It was filmed from my Dell mini laptop while handheld, but I like the light in the shot as contrasted from last year. I began raining during the display and in regard to art- I was hoping for her outline.

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This is the second year that Donna and I have spent the night watching from the terrace on the ninth floor, It overlooks the Charles River and Boston Skyline from Cambridge Massachusetts. I'm filming with my Dell mini and holding the keyboard of my laptop while filming handheld. This year, when Boston evacuated for lightning showers, it rained during the middle of the display, but I like the light. As far as art is concerned, I wanted her silhouette with the lights backlighting her.
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Donna took me to another movie (Zelda Strikes Again?)

Donna and I had a luncheon to go to this noontime (hamburgers, potato salad) and after she wanted to go to a film. It's always her choice of which film and we missed Sherlock Holmes Game of Shadows, but it was a good film, camerawork included. The beginning shot of interest was a double top shot, ie. two adjacent top shots from different positions, but some of the compositions were well-thought out, not only that but the story is good. There is a supporting actress that actually would qualify more for best actress, if you consider the film.
We were going to walk through the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. and follow the river to return here
 nightfall to watch fireworks, but she didn't see any reason or point to it.
Things are romantic, without any emotional roller coaster, and not only that, but the hawk next door has learned how to circle the building and land on the roof.
I'm waiting to film the Boston skyline on my laptop tonight. In short, I have turned 50 and have officially moved in with Donna after informally living with her and being nearly inseperable for a  year.
Donna has on a beautiful new silver dress. In regard to the war, Old Ironsides was written by Oliver Wendell Holmes and I'll try to find a Houghton Mifflin copy of it soon this week. The actual battle that began the war of 1812 from, once again Boston Harbour, dated August 19, 1812.

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While waiting for this to happen again, this was last year.

50th birthday: It wasn't Rocky Horror that first brought me to Cambridge Massachusetts

This is the copy I'm presently reading.
I turned 50 and if Donna hadn't of said I love you in bed this morning and kissed me in the supermarket, I wouldn't have mentioned. We, or shall I say we, rollercoasted on the day itself. I bought her roses and she took me to the restaurant (spelled right,;out of my head, out of my skin really) downstairs . Tonight I think its the 40th episode of The Shadow of Fu Man Chu, I've listened to, but if you like doing the same thing every night to work on your vocabulary and grammar, there are as many episodes of Inner Sanctum and The CBS Mystery theater that were recorded.
There's probably alot of drama that could have been documented into drama if you had taken our dialouge and written it into a play and from there structured a novel- but why wallow in something that was up and down after having had breakfast together this morning and the birthday was saved or resurrected.






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Donna's bedroom: Cambridge, Massachusetts

I formally moved in with Donna, but  I bought her this at Hammond Castle in Gloucester, Massachusetts last summer while we we're staying overlooking Good Harbor Beach. There is a thrift-sceond hand store near the train station where she bought a necklace and I bought her a copy of an old book of Catholic prayer to be used in Mass which must have belonged to a church.
If you look at her cross it has "glow in the dark" triangles that form rectangles with a glass dome in the center.

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now Sunday Night:Saturday Night we made love untill four in the morning.

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Donna and I made love until four o'clock in the morning. On the way to brunch, the hawk came to the window. We have a terrace on the ninth floor and by the window at a right angle, the hawk landed on an air conditioner on the fourteenth floor. She finally got to see the hawk from less than approximately thirty-fourty feet. We could see his profile, his face after he had spread his brown and white wings. We have a hawk. As for me, Donna has allowed me to listen to Old Time Radio EVERYNIGHT for the last year. I'm now listening to a series from 1939, The Shadow of Fu Man Chu. It began with The CBS Radio Mystery Theater, with E. G Marshall, and then The Inner Sanctum. Nyland Smith is searching for The Man With the Limp. He is insinuating that behind Fu Man Chu is an evil empress, hidden in a buddhist monastery. The name of tonight's first episode is The Flower of Silence. I listen to three episodes a night at present. As I type, it has concluded and I'm beginning the next episode, The Man With the Limp. My reason is Art-to become a better novelist, to increase my command of the language. (The character is as British as Holmes, and lives on the same street, for that matter.) Scott Lord Scott Lord

Donna and I, why I call it making love not sex

I almost got into a Cartesian dualism discussion, still being a post-existentialist, when the phrase mind and body lept from the table while we were taking about the love-sex differential, and finally she said. "Love includes sex", to where I answered something like, "That was all I was getting at." After making love she apparently found my dreadlock, so I finally came up with, "Will you help me tame this dreadlock?" I has getting exasperated with, "Yes, but was everything romantic, or nice before the crescendo and discovery of the dreadlock." Why the time that she said "I love this afternoon", after we had had lunch together; having not forgotten everything about the semicolon, my having a pastrami was special as was the way she look at me; and usually not using the semicolon twice so as not to use a dash; it had been so special is possibly just her expression- what I can re-experience and relearn. I was exhausted before making love and told her that early enough- but we had kissed and I believe it was the second kiss of the day. There not only has been a hawk living in the parking lot ever since we celebrated our one year anniversary of dating while nearly living together- don't find it uncanny (I don't use the expression 'don't laugh but') but the hawk moved in when I did- but after our visting Mount Auburn Cemetary for a year and the hawk near Donna's apartment having avoided low altitudes when she was there but being fairly visible often while I was running errands, she finally got to see a second hawk at Mount Auburn where I could show her the hover and wingspan. Scott Lord revised blog