Monthly Archives: December 2010

Happy Holidays

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Below is one of my favorite Christmas songs from one of my top three favorite Christmas movies: “White Christmas,” “Holiday Inn,” and “Christmas in Connecticut.”

Happy Holidays from “Holiday Inn”

Not the best version of the song, but the only one I could find with scenes from the movie.

What is your favorite Christmas movie?

PS They don’t show “Holiday Inn” much anymore on TV because it covers all the major holidays and during Abraham Lincoln’s Birthday, they sing a song called “Abraham” in black face.  It is actually a part of the plot when they sing in black face, but other than that it is a great holiday movie.


Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s The Autumn

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1833)

Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them —
The summer flowers depart —
Sit still — as all transform’d to stone,
Except your musing heart.

How there you sat in summer-time,
May yet be in your mind;
And how you heard the green woods sing
Beneath the freshening wind.
Though the same wind now blows around,
You would its blast recall;
For every breath that stirs the trees,
Doth cause a leaf to fall.

lost-7Oh! like that wind, is all the mirth
That flesh and dust impart:
We cannot bear its visitings,
When change is on the heart.
Gay words and jests may make us smile,
When Sorrow is asleep;
But other things must make us smile,
When Sorrow bids us weep!

The dearest hands that clasp our hands, —
Their presence may be o’er;
The dearest voice that meets our ear,
That tone may come no more!
Youth fades; and then, the joys of youth,
Which once refresh’d our mind,
Shall come — as, on those sighing woods,
The chilling autumn wind.

Hear not the wind — view not the woods;
Look out o’er vale and hill —
autumn choresIn spring, the sky encircled them —
The sky is round them still.
Come autumn’s scathe — come winter’s cold —
Come change — and human fate!
Whatever prospect Heaven doth bound,
Can ne’er be desolate.


A Wonderful New Blog

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There is a wonderful new blog that I wanted to tell you guys about.  The blog is Horny Fiction and like the title says, it is a blog of erotic gay fiction.  Jay is a wonderful writer, whose stories will keep you warm on these cold winter nights.  I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I do.  He posts daily, and these stories are what I read at night, just before bed.

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My favorite story has been “The Snow Globe.” The single soldier in the snow reminded me of a story I once heard (and I may not have it totally correct, but here goes):

One Christmas, while Russia was still being ruled by the Czars, one of the princesses looked out the window into the courtyard of the palace during a holiday event.  She noticed a single solitary soldier standing guard in the middle of the courtyard.  She wondered why he stood out there alone.  So she went and asked her father, the Czar.  The Czar went to the window and looked out and saw the soldier.  He told his daughter that he had no idea why the soldier stood guard there.  “He has been there for as long as I can remember.  I will find out why he stands guard over the inner courtyard,” said the Czar.
So the Czar went to the captain of the palace guards and asked him why the soldier stood guard there.  The captain did not know; he only knew that it was tradition for a guard to stand in that spot.  The Czar asked how the tradition began.  The captain did not know.  So the Czar went to the palace historian and asked him to find the answer.  The historian searched the archives and finally found the original order dating back to when the palace had first been built.  He rushed to the Czar with the news of what he had found.  During the first winter at the palace, a princess had seen a single solitary flower growing out of the snow.  It had given color to its dreary snow covered surroundings.  She had run to her father and told him of the flower and begged for a guard to be placed at the flower so that nothing would happen to it.  And thus the Czar ordered a soldier to stand guard over the flower and for guards to rotate duties around that spot to protect the flower.  Long after the flower had withered and died, and the princess had forgotten about the flower, and the Czar had never paid any attention to his order again, a single guard continued to stand over that spot in the courtyard, since no one had ever given the order for that spot to no longer be guarded.  As the years, decades, and centuries went by, no one questioned the order for a guard to stand in that single spot in the courtyard.  And thus, no matter what the weather, a guard had stood there for centuries guarding a flower that had ceased to exist.

Now, this story is not the only thing I thought when I read it.  The story itself is wonderfully erotic.  It is a tender and beautiful story, and I absolutely loved it.  Definitely one of his bests.   

There are many other stories on the site as well. The Hitchhiker series is another favorite.  Go check it out.


A Real Honor

I am a little late on posting this, but I actually haven’t been home and able to use my computer for the last several days.  However, I wanted to let you know about an honor I recently received.  The Closet Professor, has been featured on Guide to Online Schools’ list of the Top LGBT Blogs.

Also, featured on this list are some of my favorite blogs, please check them out:

And two blogs that I wait in anticipation to read each day:


Moment of Zen From GLEE

GLEE – Baby, It’s Cold Outside (Full Performance from 12/7)

I love this song.


Snow Flurries in Hell!

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We received snow for the first (and likely the only) time this year.  It did actually snow in March, but I tend to think of the year on a school calendar.  It snowed at school for about 2 hours today.  None of it accumulated but it was coming down fairly heavy for a little while.

Kylie Minogue – Let It Snow (Christmas in Rockefeller Center 11-30-10)

Remember Pearl Harbor

December 7, 1941

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Pearl Harbor Day marks the anniversary of the Japanese raid on Pearl Harbor in 1941, bringing the United States into World War II and widening the European war to the Pacific.
The bombing, which began at 7:55 a.m. Hawaiian time on a Sunday morning, lasted little more than an hour but devastated the American military base on the island of Oahu in the Hawaiian Islands. Nearly all the ships of the U.S. Pacific Fleet were anchored there side by side, and most were damaged or destroyed; half the bombers at the army’s Hickam Field were destroyed. The battleship USS Arizona sank, and 1,177 sailors and Marines went down with the ship, which became their tomb. In all, the attack claimed more than 3,000 casualties—2,403 killed and 1,178 wounded.

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On the following day, President Franklin D. Roosevelt addressed a solemn Congress to ask for a declaration of war. His opening unforgettable words: “Yesterday, December 7, 1941—a date which will live in infamy—the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.” War was declared immediately with only one opposing vote, that by Rep. Jeannette Rankin of Montana.

In the months that followed, the slogan “Remember Pearl Harbor” swept America, and radio stations repeatedly played the song of the same name with these lyrics:

Let’s remember Pearl Harbor, as we go to meet the foe,
Let’s remember Pearl Harbor, as we did the Alamo.
We will always remember, how they died for liberty,
Let’s remember Pearl Harbor, and go on to victory.

Many states proclaim a Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day, and each year, services are held on December 7 at the Arizona Memorial in Pearl Harbor. The marble memorial, built over the sunken USS Arizona and dedicated in 1962, was designed by architect Albert Preis, a resident of Honolulu who was an Austrian citizen in 1941 and was interned as an enemy alien.
In 1991, on the 50th anniversary of the attack, commemorations were held over several days in Hawaii.

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The observances began on Dec. 4, designated as Hawaii Remembrance Day. Ceremonies recalled the death of civilians in downtown Pearl Harbor. One of them was Nancy Masako Arakaki, a nine-year-old Japanese-American girl killed when anti-aircraft shells fell on her Japanese-language school.

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Pearl Harbor

On Dec. 5, Survivors Day, families of those present in Pearl Harbor in 1941 attended ceremonies at the Arizona Memorial. Franklin Van Valkenburgh, the commanding officer of the USS Arizona, was among those remembered; he posthumously won the Medal of Honor for his heroism aboard ship.

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From Here to Eternity

Dec. 6 was a Day of Reflection, intended to focus on the gains since the war rather than on the losses of the day.

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On Pearl Harbor Day itself, former President George Bush, who received the Distinguished Flying Cross for heroism as a Navy pilot in the Pacific during World War II, spoke at ceremonies beginning at 7:55 a.m. at the Arizona Memorial. Other dignitaries were all Americans; no foreign representatives were invited, out of political prudence. Other events included a parade, a flyover by jet fighters, an outdoor concert by the Honolulu Symphony presenting the premiere of Pearl Harbor Overture: Time of Remembrance by John Duffy, and a wreath-laying service at the National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific in the Punchbowl overlooking Honolulu. And finally, at sunset on Pearl Harbor Day, survivors and their families gathered at the Arizona Visitors Center for a final service to honor those who died aboard the battleship in 1941.


October’s Opal

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October is here, once again,
barely transcending the threshold of autumn.
The maple is turning yellow to orange, to red,
soon to be bared by winter.

Ah winter, when blankets of bliss
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flickering sparks to flames. . .
until love of spring gardens
becomes the rapture of summer bloom.

And looking from outside-in,
beyond recognizable beauty,
the ruby of jewels glows bright,
pumping currents of rivers red,
deep into the wells of every extremity.
Our chest fills with laughter.
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When apart, even so brief,
this season stays with you,
whether I am or not
and your voice with me,

through wind’s immutable breath.


Moment of Zen: Angelic

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Calamus

The “Calamus” poems are a cluster of poems in Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. These poems celebrate and promote “the manly love of comrades”. Many critics believe that these poems are Whitman’s clearest expressions in print of his ideas about homosexual love.

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This cluster of poems contains a number of images and motifs that are repeated throughout. The most important is probably the Calamus root itself. Acorus calamus or Sweet Flag is a marsh-growing plant similar to a cat-tail. Whitman continues through this one of the central images of Leaves of Grass–Calamus is treated as a larger example of the grass that he writes of elsewhere. Some scholars have pointed out as reasons for Whitman’s choice the phallic shape of what Whitman calls, “pink-tinged roots” of Calamus, its mythological association with failed male same-sex love and with writing (see Kalamos), and the allegedly mind-altering effects of the root. The root was chiefly chewed at the time as a breath-freshener and to relieve stomach complaints.

Swimming

We two boys together clinging,
One the other never leaving,
Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making,
Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching,
Arm’d and fearless, eating, drinking, sleeping, loving.
No law less than ourselves owning, sailing, soldiering, thieving,
      threatening,
Misers, menials, priests alarming, air breathing, water drinking, on
      the turf or the sea-beach dancing,
Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statutes mocking, feebleness chasing,
Fulfilling our foray.

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The images in this post are paintings by Thomas Eakins.  Thomas Cowperthwait Eakins (July 25, 1844 – June 25, 1916) was a realist painter, photographer, sculptor, and fine arts educator. He is widely acknowledged to be one of the most important artists in American art history.

For the length of his professional career, from the early 1870s until his health began to fail some forty years later, Eakins worked exactingly from life, choosing as his subject the people of his hometown of Philadelphia. He painted several hundred portraits, usually of friends, family members, or prominent people in the arts, sciences, medicine, and clergy. Taken en masse, the portraits offer an overview of the intellectual life of Philadelphia in the late 19th and early 20th centuries; individually, they are incisive depictions of thinking persons. As well, Eakins produced a number of large paintings which brought the portrait out of the drawing room and into the offices, streets, parks, rivers, arenas, and surgical amphitheaters of his city. These active outdoor venues allowed him to paint the subject which most inspired him: the nude or lightly clad figure in motion. In the process he could model the forms of the body in full sunlight, and create images of deep space utilizing his studies in perspective.