Certainly those sorts of parties came later? _______________ *Perplexed is an interesting word. It contains the prefix "per" which shows up a lot in chemistry and means "completely" or "thoroughly" as in perchlorinated or permanganate. The linkable OED is no help, living a different meaning of "per" in perplex here. The meaning I'm thinking of is in "perplex" and is shared with the "per" in perfect.
I watched the video, and immediately thought "An Asian-American? In a 60s pop group? That's news to me." So I checked him out online.
Larry Ramos, born and raised in Hawaii to a Filipino family, and he had an interesting musical life, to say the least. In an Esther Williams movie as a kid, touring company of The King and I with Yul Brynner, in The New Christy Minstrels. His first instrument was the ukulele, for heaven's sake. Died just this last April.
"Twister is a game of physical skill produced by the Milton Bradley Company. It is played on a large plastic mat that is spread on the floor or ground.
Twister was submitted for patent by Charles F. Foley and Neil Rabens in 1966, and became a success when Eva Gabor played it with Johnny Carson on television's The Tonight Show on May 3, 1966. However, in its success, Twister was also controversial. The company that produced the game, Milton Bradley, was accused by its competitors of selling "sex in a box". That accusation was probably because Twister was the first popular American game to use human bodies as playing pieces."
There was a very strange photo of Hillary Clinton on MSN a couple hours ago, with an article. Now it has been removed, and probably for good reason. It makes her look like she is on some steroid treatment, cheeks and forehead all puffy. It wasn't the camera angle or the light or makeup.
It reminded me of some shots they took of Eric Compton growing up, which were shown on TV Sunday at the US Open. The shots were as a youth, going through steroid treatments after a heart replacement. His first replacement. He is on his third heart now, and he tied for second place at the Open.
I seem to recall not too long ago how the outcomes of big sports events and even some cultural events like "popular dances" where seen as predictors favoring or disfavoring Obama's political fortunes...
The Heat loss should portend trouble for Obama... I don't see that correlation anywhere.
I don't think anybody is having any fun with this president anymore.
Was it the best, most amazing book ever? No. But I started reading it, not *meaning* to read it but just meaning to look at it and read it later, at bed time and finished the book at 3:30 AM. It's over the top adventure with Space Marines. I wasn't quite expecting what I got but the price was right ($2.99) and there's that 3:30 AM thing... at the point that a story keeps you up all night reading it, it counts as a success in all ways that matter. Fun, adventure, intrigue, a looming threat, and Space Marines.
I'll bet no one here was living in Monmouth, IL, when "Windy" was popular, anymore than anyone here was living in Greencastle, IN, when a whole number of tunes were, also.
It's funny. I did grow up in a series of small towns (including more than Greencastle and Monmouth) in my youngest days. I keep getting told that I didn't, that I don't get small towns & etc. I reject that, because I do & etc.
I keep getting told that small-town America was idyllic, but it wasn't, and isn't, much as I keep getting told that big-city America is ideal, but it isn't and wasn't. I keep getting told I have to believe in some sort of vision, but I don't. Above all, I reject the notion that I have to choose between stark visions of reality. Given that I don't believe in either, why on earth would I choose one of them?
I hate that song. Even though it's a nice poppy tune.
It's from music lessons PTSD.
I had a crusty old guy teach me guitar. 1980. Omaha. A dying corner music store.
The only song we ever practiced was Windy. Over and over andoveran dover.
With Crusty McGravel spitting out Everyone knooows it's WIN DEEEE followed by hitting my fret hand yelling No Goddammit, A then D; A then D! Christ almighty..
Did I mention I hate that song?
But I figured out I have no motor memory. I had to practice tunes a billiondy ties to play them.
Dust in the Wind took me foEVer. My roommate picked it up in one afternoon.
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What do you call that material her bikini is made from? Ruffles?
I'm perplexed* by the 1967 meaning of the phrase:
Who's bending down to give me a rainbow?
Certainly those sorts of parties came later?
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*Perplexed is an interesting word. It contains the prefix "per" which shows up a lot in chemistry and means "completely" or "thoroughly" as in perchlorinated or permanganate. The linkable OED is no help, living a different meaning of "per" in perplex here. The meaning I'm thinking of is in "perplex" and is shared with the "per" in perfect.
Maybe I misconstrued the lyric.
I watched the video, and immediately thought "An Asian-American? In a 60s pop group? That's news to me." So I checked him out online.
Larry Ramos, born and raised in Hawaii to a Filipino family, and he had an interesting musical life, to say the least. In an Esther Williams movie as a kid, touring company of The King and I with Yul Brynner, in The New Christy Minstrels. His first instrument was the ukulele, for heaven's sake. Died just this last April.
Dick and Lynn Cheney write a hard hitting opinion piece in the Wall Street Journal.
The Collapsing Obama Doctrine
That piece is gonna leave marks, Lem. You should blog it.
Who's bending down to give me a rainbow?
"Twister is a game of physical skill produced by the Milton Bradley Company. It is played on a large plastic mat that is spread on the floor or ground.
Twister was submitted for patent by Charles F. Foley and Neil Rabens in 1966, and became a success when Eva Gabor played it with Johnny Carson on television's The Tonight Show on May 3, 1966. However, in its success, Twister was also controversial. The company that produced the game, Milton Bradley, was accused by its competitors of selling "sex in a box". That accusation was probably because Twister was the first popular American game to use human bodies as playing pieces."
Wikipedia
The song was released in 67, the game was out one year before...
Lem, that explanation, while appropriate for the time, doesn't cut it for me. For one thing, Twister wasn't a spectator game.
Plus, I suspect you only like the color of the socks.
That's what I call a "random association."
Suppose that Windy wore different color underwear on different days. Could that explain things?
I twitted it first.
the red sock... perfect.
Wikipedia says...
According to rumor, the original lyrics by Ruthann Friedman were about a man and The Association changed them to be about a woman...
Windy brings to mind the vary very titillating clip of Marilyn Monroe on the Seven Year Itch
Lem, that's the Meade version of the "Seven Year Itch."
There was a very strange photo of Hillary Clinton on MSN a couple hours ago, with an article. Now it has been removed, and probably for good reason. It makes her look like she is on some steroid treatment, cheeks and forehead all puffy. It wasn't the camera angle or the light or makeup.
It reminded me of some shots they took of Eric Compton growing up, which were shown on TV Sunday at the US Open. The shots were as a youth, going through steroid treatments after a heart replacement. His first replacement. He is on his third heart now, and he tied for second place at the Open.
As they say, he's got heart.
I did not know that Austin Powers and Don Ho fronted a pop band once.
Speaking of free associasion...
I seem to recall not too long ago how the outcomes of big sports events and even some cultural events like "popular dances" where seen as predictors favoring or disfavoring Obama's political fortunes...
The Heat loss should portend trouble for Obama... I don't see that correlation anywhere.
I don't think anybody is having any fun with this president anymore.
That song captures a moment of time very well.
The closet reference I saw was a tweet saying the Spurs where the New England Patriots of the NBA... no Obama reference.
Yeah, she's a classic swingin' '60s chick.
The quick cut from her mouth to the geysering fountain makes it pretty clear where she got the nickname "Windy".
That song captures a moment of time very well.
Would it have been strange to hear that song at an airport?
Everyone knows is Windy...
Windy could mean Mexican food.
I would have change that to Cindy.
Everyone knows is Cindy... is much better.
Thanks, Mumps. I thought the same thing too. Others here express the same -- more or less.
Chips S writes: iThe quick cut from her mouth to the geysering fountain makes it pretty clear where she got the nickname "Windy".
Translation: Thar she blows!
Windy could mean Mexican food.
Butt only in a postprandial sense.
The Heat loss should portend trouble for Obama
In physics, heat loss correlates with energy dissipation.
Postprandial...
Maybe I too misconstrued the lyric.
I just put up a review for this on Amazon.
Vengeance from Ashes by Sam Schall.
Was it the best, most amazing book ever? No. But I started reading it, not *meaning* to read it but just meaning to look at it and read it later, at bed time and finished the book at 3:30 AM. It's over the top adventure with Space Marines. I wasn't quite expecting what I got but the price was right ($2.99) and there's that 3:30 AM thing... at the point that a story keeps you up all night reading it, it counts as a success in all ways that matter. Fun, adventure, intrigue, a looming threat, and Space Marines.
I'll bet no one here was living in Monmouth, IL, when "Windy" was popular, anymore than anyone here was living in Greencastle, IN, when a whole number of tunes were, also.
It's funny. I did grow up in a series of small towns (including more than Greencastle and Monmouth) in my youngest days. I keep getting told that I didn't, that I don't get small towns & etc. I reject that, because I do & etc.
I keep getting told that small-town America was idyllic, but it wasn't, and isn't, much as I keep getting told that big-city America is ideal, but it isn't and wasn't. I keep getting told I have to believe in some sort of vision, but I don't. Above all, I reject the notion that I have to choose between stark visions of reality. Given that I don't believe in either, why on earth would I choose one of them?
I hate that song. Even though it's a nice poppy tune.
It's from music lessons PTSD.
I had a crusty old guy teach me guitar. 1980. Omaha. A dying corner music store.
The only song we ever practiced was Windy. Over and over andoveran dover.
With Crusty McGravel spitting out Everyone knooows it's WIN DEEEE followed by hitting my fret hand yelling No Goddammit, A then D; A then D! Christ almighty..
Did I mention I hate that song?
But I figured out I have no motor memory. I had to practice tunes a billiondy ties to play them.
Dust in the Wind took me foEVer. My roommate picked it up in one afternoon.
I had a crusty old guy teach me guitar. 1980.
So you knew Shouting Thomas back in the day, huh?
The 21st century version.
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