a wonderful chat for you to read
my distant relation
2:00 PM me: dios mio
2:01 PM that hairline is like a distant galaxy realized.
other person: she was a looker
and a princess
really, she was a princess
me: hairlines make me weak.
2:02 PM and by hairlines I mean where the hair connects to the scalp on women.
2:04 PM other person: No, I know exactly what you’re talking about. Great hairlines on women = a sound investment in the future. Plus, there’s nothing more religious than a healthy head of hair on a lady. Shiny and with ample sheen. A sound investment
2:05 PM me: in that instant, the shortest tip of the hair where it grows closest to the scalp, emerging out from the head, is the most excellent place, and surely a way to measure the worth of the woman. Where that point stirs in your energy they are good, where you are repelled they are monsters.
2:06 PM that picture is ridiculous... when is it from?
other person: 1960 or so
2:09 PM me: 1960?
I thought she was from the 40s
what was her deal?
2:10 PM I hate that the gap has aped that dance sequence by Audrey Hepburn for their TV commercials.
from Funny Girl.
2:11 PM at least Sister Sara Brown's cuban dance number is safe.... oh Sister Sara!!! Anytime, Anywhere.
2:14 PM other person: Grace Kelly was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, to John Brendan Kelly, Sr., also known as Jack Kelly, and Margaret Katherine Majer Kelly, a Catholic convert from Lutheranism. Kelly's father's Irish American Catholic family (originally from Kidney Lake, Newport, County Mayo, Ireland) were new but prominent figures in Philadelphia society. Her father was a self-made millionaire and a triple gold-medal-winning Olympic sculler, and her brother John B. Kelly, Jr., sometimes known as "Jack, Jr." or "Kell", followed in that tradition. John, Jr., gave his sister as a wedding present the bronze medal he won at the 1956 Summer Olympics. Kelly Drive in Philadelphia is named for John, Jr., who was a city councilman there. Her father's large family included two prominent uncles in the arts: Walter Kelly, a vaudevillian, and the Pulitzer Prize–winning playwright, George Kelly. Kelly's maternal grandparents, Carl Majer and Margaretha Berg, were of German descent.
2:17 PM me: nice.
it's more than safe to say that the world has been curropted.
2:18 PM other person: i love her family history
me: I love genealogy
nothing is sexier.
other person: my mom is a Kelly, we're from county Mayo, our Kellies grew up in Philadelphia at the same time... makes me wonder... in fact, my cousin, Curran Kelly, got married at Grace Kelly's farm house
2:19 PM me: you need to find another Kelly and procreate.
other person: i know, i know.... i should buff up that side of my gene pool and stay away from the Slavs... but those Slavs can be so damn foxxy
2:20 PM me: There are Scotch and Irish Kellys (Kelleys)
but I think they go back to Ireland... the Kelly (Kelley) clan.
other person: The Kelly clan is one of the oldest names in Gaelic
2:21 PM me: My great grandmother's married an O'Kelly
so we can be from the same clan.
2:22 PM other person: it's translated loosely as "sacred people of the woods," but the name derives, so i was told by Robert Kelly (the owl who knows how many licks it takes to get to the center of tootsie pop) from the word Kellagh, which means quarelsome, which hints at soldier status.. so in a way, kelly is akin to smith
2:23 PM me: http://www.kelly-clan.com/kelly3.htm
other person: i'm not really into that crest
me: Northern Island is better than Southern Island... the southern ones are only good as door stops.
2:24 PM other person: hmmm
south eastern actually
other person: the black irish
my mom's kellies
but the Kelly clan goes back to Northern Island
County Armagh, Northern Ireland
other person: the spanish armada crashed on "our" shores and made olive skinned celts with our ladyfolk
2:25 PM me: ar
other person: indicative in my cousin Curran
me: I don't know if I can go back that far.
other person: very olive, but looks like an irish pixie elf
2:26 PM me: I'm still pro-protestant Ireland.
those catholics should be whipped and enslaved.
other person: yeah, but you have to look at it with stronger eyes thomas
2:27 PM i was kinda jokin' thar pet-ar
2:28 PM other person: Were it not for the Irish catholic monks much of the classic would have died. When Europe went through its darkest of periods all the most beautiful tomes of antiquity were secretly sent up to Ireland.
2:29 PM plus, Joyce wouldn't have been Joyce without Cath
me: monks are never the catholics that need-ah wipping.
let monks be monks
2:30 PM other person: drunk monks
me: I'm getting excited about the Hugenots lately.
other person: they;re interesting
me: In fact, I think I'm going to have a Huguenots weekend.
2:31 PM other person: aren't they descendants of vikings?
me: French protestants?
maybe... I dunno.
2:32 PM I am interested in their reforms in the early 17th century between the colonization of the Americas and the high points of Calvin in Geneva
2:33 PM there were these hugeunots who weren't having it with Calvin, and had to leave... so they went to canada, upstate new york... and they had interesting ideas, pamphlets about liberty.
I've often said I'd like to find me a Huguenot princess.
other person: i just like the sound of it
2:34 PM Huguenot
any name with a knot in it is fine with me
other person: This Marie-Laure, she's a Hugenot
other person: i know, i know
other person: what?
2:35 PM it's so hard to find a proper young lady these days.
other person: that's 'cause parasols and garters went out of fashion... now we have mascara and thongs....
me: it seems that libertinism is always strongest within the women's will.
2:36 PM they are wanton sluts at the drop of a pillbox.
2:37 PM I'd prefer to find myself a gentlewoman, if that prove impossible, I'll take myself a hardy, fair girl of peasant stock.
2:38 PM other person: ha
at the drop of a pillbox!
2:45 PM other person: gotta run
works beckons me
3:24 PM other person: sometimes there's nothing, absolutely nothing better than a tuna salad sandwich on toasted rye with pepperjack cheese, tomato, and romaine lettuce, accompanied by a cup of corn chowder
3:30 PM me: probably true.
other person: probably = very today
me: unless their a really saxophone player nearby, and then, that would make it better.
really good sax.
3:31 PM and better than that.... a swami snake charmer.
other person: a guy on the corner of my apt. plays sax on the weekends. he's actually quite good. then there's this wasted blues guy who smiled at me and said, "Hey boy, what do you know about the blues?" So i responded "Charlie Patton," and he goes,"Who?"
3:32 PM that was sad
me: I think he meant, the blues... small b.
other person: i don't think so, he was holding a guitar and had slide on his finger with his guitar case opened with some change in it
3:33 PM me: seulb
3:34 PM other person: you gotta bite open a couple of pepperocinis and let the juice flow into the chowder... gives it a nice kick
3:37 PM me: I listened to This Heat.. made available this morning, but I had to turn it off, whiny marxists... it was a sad day. But I found Sun Ra's Cosmic Tones for Mental Therapy better than ever on the other hand.
3:44 PM other person: yeah, this heat can get a little much, just like everything else... i listened to the title track to 'Money Jungle'... fan fucking tastic
3:45 PM me: I like the Rolling Stones track 'Monkey Man'
that's a winner.
3:46 PM other person: yeah
i love "rocks off"
one of the best album openers ever
3:47 PM other person: richard(s)
me favourites charlie
other person: dashing good hair, and a dashing good dresser
me: did you get that gong?
3:48 PM other person: tonight... all i have to do is revist this unending chat
in the archives
other person: lalalalalala
3:49 PM give me manna
other person: this could go down in history
me: I believe in miracles.
Jesus says `I am the bread of life`
3:50 PM I say, hey, feed me manna
other person: give me some wine Jesus, so i can breathe....
me: manna griddlecakes
jesus is my hotplate
3:51 PM other person: jesus juice
the lord maketh what the lord baketh
3:52 PM me: Mercy-seat
3:53 PM The Holy of Holies is called the "place of the mercy-seat
3:55 PM other person: "Isis" means femal throne... she was always depicted with a throne on her head
they're really throwing me to the sharks today
i loathe their organizational skills
me: lazer-beams on their heads?
3:58 PM other person: this girl brianne down the chubicle has such a cute voice
she's from Idaho and she's very girlish in tone, remeniscent of farrar, but more on top of things
3:59 PM me: Idaho. wow.
you don't get that kind of meat 'round these parts.
4:00 PM other person: she's got a margaux hemingway thing going on.. last name is , so that would be back to my irish roots; however, one must be on guard when it comes to dipping his pen in the company inkwell
4:01 PM me: right-o
I can't stand the people I work with, or rather... they are all ugly.
you want to learn a cool word?
4:03 PM other person: sem‧pi‧ter‧nal /ˌsɛmpɪˈtɜrnl/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[sem-pi-tur-nl] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
–adjective Literary. everlasting; eternal.
[Origin: 1400–50; late ME < LL sempiternālis, equiv. to L sempitern(us) everlasting semp(er) always + -i- -i- + -ternus suffix of temporal adjs.; see eterne) + -ālis -al1]
me: Monarchomachs, or the monarchomachi. Those huguenots of the late 15th cent. who opposed the king to undermine the Catholics.
4:04 PM Theories of popular sovereignty in the sixteenth century.
4:06 PM from OED,
As thou art cyte of god, & sempiternal throne, Here now, blessyd lady, my wofulle mone.
man, was English beautiful at one point.
4:07 PM A miraculous acte, and worthie (in deede) of sempiternall remembraunce.
All truth is from the sempiternal source Of Light Divine
can't argue with that.
4:08 PM how about: sempiternize?
other person: i always loved the word y'clept
it just sounds like what it should be
like the french "avec"
4:09 PM eternalize forever
me: I want this on a mug: "As thou art cyte of god, & sempiternal throne, Here now, blessyd lady, my wofulle mone."
other person: yes
me: friggin perfuct.
other person: Freggin perfesh
4:12 PM me: that line is Chaucer
4:13 PM about the eternal god spot of woman being queen and source of man's moan.
other person: good call
i was talking about y'clept
"y'clept" is Chaucer too
me: let me check....
4:14 PM other person: it could also be yclept... but i think they dug the usage of the apostrophe back then
me: defined: Called (so-and-so), named, styled.
4:15 PM other person: i always thought it meant "with"
4:16 PM oh well, i still like it
me: I don't get it...
it means... called?
That fraudfull squire of Ithaca, iclipt Vlisses
Now for the ground Which? which I meane I walkt vpon, it is ycliped, Thy Parke
4:17 PM that's from Love's Labor Lost
Milton: But com thou Goddes fair and free, In Heav'n ycleap'd Euphrosyne.
other person: i like that word
4:18 PM other person: What are you yclept heavenliest of ladies?
4:19 PM me: what?
you caught me off guard.
other person: Euphrosyne = You Frozen/zine
me: one of the Three Graces
She is also the Goddess of Joy. A daughter of Zeus and Eurynome. Incarnation of grace and beauty.
4:20 PM I think that brings us back to Grace Kelly