Ophelia, Philippe!

Ophelia keeps coming… over and over in ebb and flow crescendos… Oh, Feel Ya! 

I used to think that’s why my angel lingers, rejoicing with me in every orgasm, but I feel ya beaucoups 2, and this is more than sex, it positively feels like true love. The esoteric mystery is, how does Oh Maher! rhyme in every limerick? Check out this video:

Tropical storm Ophelia wafted and lingered over to the Northern Antilles where I live, but quieted down to a whisper of a wave as she passed by, showing off pretty cloud formations to our artists and photographers. After coloring our seascapes she was resurrected as a hurricane.

Shakespeare’s Ophelia is the tragic young girl who struggles to comprehend mixed love signals. The name resurfaces in contemporary books and movies… I noticed one just the other day called Ophelia Revisited. In Shakespeare's play, Hamlet keeps telling Ophelia to "get thee to a nunnery!" WTF? Was this command his best shot at showing he cares?

Why does the innocent girl keep trusting men who toss her around? Cara Santamaria, Bill’s scientifically skilled but neophyte in love young ex-girlfriend recast herself as Seth MacFarlane’s sweetie for a flash, until he skipped to the next girl, a good actress I hear, who no doubt is also setting herself up to play Ophelia. 

Feel hip, guys? Hurricane Philippe sways yes.

After the ritual sacrifice, best buddies Bill and Seth cement their reaffirmed friendship by singing Sinatra together…

Although courtly love barely evolved over the centuries, I felt a ray of hope listening to Bill reiterate the importance of removing the banks in the student loans system during his season finale, especially as he alluded to government-backed loans recycling interests into public coffers. Inching the dialogue towards state owned banks, a cause so important to me, made me sparkle with delight!

Of course that lasted about one second, as he cut right away to complaining about how visual and performing arts college degrees surpass science and computer programming degrees nearly two to one in the US. With manufacturing in the US fading fast it’s increasingly obvious we’re becoming a nation of consultants and mall goers. In the world as global village, the US is an arts and cultural leader. Why is that a bad thing? It should be a privilege. Since the world looks to us for entertainment and creativity, take that ball and run with it… right brain liberation! Or is it preferable to promote the chemistry of boxed nutrition as an introductory offer to the health care system? ...the math of finance, drones and fracking... the science of politics and soul denial?

Arts grads aspire to show us something else. The visual arts lead to subtilization and refinement of human endeavor.

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And finally, an Artic hurricane-like blizzard in Nome Alaska notwithstanding, please forgive my prolonged absence; the technical aspects of building a house have me preoccupied, trying to realize a contemporary rendition of Versailles and Quinconce tile motifs.

 

Half time flashback

New Rules March 4th, 2011:



Excerpt of a comment I wrote on Einstoned-onfb's Facebook blog:

March 20 at 12:09 pm
Cat Brown

...I’m also looking forward to see if Bill gets his own Ben and Jerry’s flavor in tonight’s New Rules; all week comedians like Stephen Colbert, Jon Stewart, Jimmy Fallon and George Lopez have been shameless corporate shills, running around licking spoonfuls of Ben and Jerry’s. The other week I noticed Bill sneaked Willy Wonka into New Rules around the same time Nestle’s Willy Wonka Candy ran an ad campaign.

They say there is no such thing as bad publicity, truth be told if that Haagen Dazs ejaculation fantasy was paid for! Here's a stain that's not coming out.


March 25th New Rule:




Posted on Einstoned's Facebook page April 7th, 2011:

This would be a good name for the dream ice cream...

Posted here and now:

The look that melts...

Katia's surgical strike

My family calls me Catie. Hurricane Omar... Oh Maher... Hurricane Katia... Catie Ah.

So far hurricane Katia has been a regal, major hurricane never touching land. It's been a joy to identify with her... until she arrived in Northern Ireland, Bill's European origin. Today, her center went over Malin Head, Ireland. Malin in french means pain in the ass oh. I admit there's a grain of subliminal truth in there somewhere, but however it happens it's purely from the subconscious... I think. Which brings us to tropical storm Maria. She hit the islands south of us as a tropical storm, degraded to a depression when she arrived here, and regenerated back to tropical storm status after she passed. This picture tells a thousand words.

The forecast was for her to hit us as a tropical storm, not a hurricane. That in itself is surprising for a peak of the season storm developed off Africa. Even more so when she effectively extinguished as she arrived. As Dr. Masters had warned, "Islands on the right side of the storm, such as Anguilla and Barbuda, will see the full force of the storm, with winds of 45 - 55 mph." St. Maarten is next to Anguilla, so we were supposed to get the full force of the storm. Besides fizzling out, she made a little jog to the right so that the worst side was no longer in our path.

When she passed near us as a fizzled blob, Dr. Masters described her shape as a squished question mark. In his words: "Tropical Storm Maria doesn't look much like a tropical storm--on the latest satellite imagery it looks like a squashed question mark instead of a spiral."

The next morning I isolated this still picture from an animation. She had puffed her question mark back up.

Again today, the question lingers; it looks as if it's even bigger! Our incredulity printed in a massive cloud pattern?