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Patti Page,
Tennessee Waltz

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Obit of the Day: Patti Page, “The Singing Rage”

Clara Ann Fowler was 18 years old when she was hired by Oklahoma City radio station KUTL. Ms. Fowler was the featured singer on the 15-minute program sponsored by Page Milk Co. To emphasize the sponsor, she was given the stage name, “Patti Page.” Ironically Patti Page’s fame would far outshine the milk company for which she was named.

For over 60 years Ms. Page would perform her popular songs that pre-dated the harder edged sound of rock and roll. She would record over 100 albums and have 111 singles on the Billboard Top 100 almost continuously from 1948-1982.

Her biggest hit was “Tennessee Waltz” which sold over 10 million copies in 1951. It also became one of the music industry’s first crossover hits topping the country, pop, and R&B charts.

She would have other hits like the kitschy “How Much is That Doggie in the Window” (1952) and “With My Eyes Wide Open I’m Dreaming” (1950). The latter song was unique as it featured Ms. Page overdubbing herself with a four-part harmony, one of the first songs to employ the technique. (The label listed “Vocals by Patti Page, Patti Page, Patti Page and Patti Page.)

Like many music stars of her generation, Ms. Page would find herself on the big and small screens as well. She would co-star in three films including the Academy Award-winning Elmer Gantry. She would also have three separate television shows, each would only last one year - but she is one of the few performers in television history to have a program on the three major networks: ABC, CBS, and NBC.

Patti Page won her lone Grammy in 1999 for Live at Carnegie Hall: The 50th Anniversary Concert, recorded in 1997 to mark a half-century of performing. She won in the category of Best Traditional Pop Vocal Performance.

Ms. Page, who died on January 1, 2013 at the age of 85, was scheduled to be honored with a Lifetime Achievement Award at this year’s Grammy Awards.

Random note: Ms. Page opened a maple syrup company with her third husband, Jerry Fillicotto, in the 1990s. It was based in New Hampshire.

Sources: MissPattiPage.com, ABC News, New York Times and Wikipedia

(“Tennessee Waltz” and Tennessee Waltz are copyright Hallmark Records, 2005)

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UTADA HIKARU - SAKURA NAGASHI (from "SAKURA NAGASHI")
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This is absolutely beautiful ;_;

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via Jupiter may have just saved Earth from a devastating impact event
“Hey Jupiter!” Earth burst in, grinning wildly. “Where are you? Some of my scientists got this theory about your moons and-“
“I’m over here.” The voice calls out from another room and Earth frowns. Why does Jupiter even have rooms? Hesitant, he walks into another room, to find Jupiter. The man is standing shirtless, which could be a little awkward, until he notices Jupiter standing slouched and the red, inflamed burn along his torso.
“Jupiter?! What happened?!” Without a second thought he rushes forward, grabbing ice off a table and wrapping it in a towel, and pressing it to the burn. Jupiter jumps back, and Earth whacks his hand. “Stay still! Trust me, I know what I’m doing. We have actual medical professionals on my planet. We have actual people on my planet.”
“…Hello, Earth.” Then Earth realises his position, kneeling in front of Jupiter and with his hands pressed to the other man’s chest. And he hasn’t even said hello. He blushes.
Must defuse situation. “Uh, hi!” he says awkwardly. “Sorry about bursting in. You know me, always interfering with everything and thinking I know what’s best for everyone, ha ha!”
Jupiter chuckles. “It’s fine.” Earth notices the ice is heating up so he takes it out of the towel, swaps it for more ice. Jupiter winces as Earth reapplies the bundle.
“Seriously though,” Earth says, “What happened?”
Jupiter sighs. “Impact event. Asteroid, comet,” he says.
Earth stops dead. Impact events. He’s seen a few of those in his time, and they’ve always been so much worse for him than anyone else - the rest of his solar system is barren enough it doesn’t count, but him, teeming with life and ideas and species. He still remembers when he lost the dinosaurs, in a haze of fire and ash and poison. Woke up centuries later, smaller and fragile. He loved them so much, and still remembers them. It terrifies him to think of such a thing happening again, even to his humans, with all they’ve done to the planet - he loves them too.
And… Jupiter. “I’m so sorry,” he says, blinking through the haze of emotion.
“It’s alright,” smiles Jupiter, and Earth wants to ask how can it possibly be alright? “It’s not exactly an uncommon occurrence. Largest planet in the solar system; I think my mass just attracts things.”
“What?” Earth leaps to his feet. “But - that’s not fair!”
Jupiter cocks his head to the side. “Greatest mass, greatest target. Laws of physics. How is that not fair?”
“Because - because you haven’t done anything wrong!”
Jupiter laughs again. “Oh, right. You and all your lifeforms, and their concepts - fairness, morality, karma.”
“Don’t mock me; they don’t even all have those, anyway,” Earth huffs. “But how can you… Look at that burn, man. And you’re telling me this is nothing?”
Jupiter briefly looks down at the oozing, crusting thing. “Well, what would happen if I wasn’t here, huh?” he asks. “The meteors - or comets, or asteroids, or whatever - would get past me, hit the smaller planets behind. Your best friend Mars… or Venus and Mercury, nuts as they are. Or you.”
Earth gulps. “You shouldn’t have to do this for us,” he says.
Jupiter smiles, before pulling Earth into his embrace. Um. Okay. “It’s alright, Earth. I don’t mind. After all - I’m a gas giant, emphasis on the giant. I can get by, pretty much no matter what happens. Other people are more important. People like you. You’re… special.”
“I’m not,” says Earth. “I’m not special. Just… self-important.”
Jupiter chuckles again. “You’re better than you think you are. You’re alive, Earth, and that’s the most important thing. You have people, ideas, emotions still to share. You have so much to find, so much to see, so much to explore. You’re fragile, and I wouldn’t let you get set back by just any old meteor. You are special, Earth; you’re gonna fly across the universe one day, and to me that is worth a thousand burns.”

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via Jupiter may have just saved Earth from a devastating impact event

“Hey Jupiter!” Earth burst in, grinning wildly. “Where are you? Some of my scientists got this theory about your moons and-“

“I’m over here.” The voice calls out from another room and Earth frowns. Why does Jupiter even have rooms? Hesitant, he walks into another room, to find Jupiter. The man is standing shirtless, which could be a little awkward, until he notices Jupiter standing slouched and the red, inflamed burn along his torso.

“Jupiter?! What happened?!” Without a second thought he rushes forward, grabbing ice off a table and wrapping it in a towel, and pressing it to the burn. Jupiter jumps back, and Earth whacks his hand. “Stay still! Trust me, I know what I’m doing. We have actual medical professionals on my planet. We have actual people on my planet.”

“…Hello, Earth.” Then Earth realises his position, kneeling in front of Jupiter and with his hands pressed to the other man’s chest. And he hasn’t even said hello. He blushes.

Must defuse situation. “Uh, hi!” he says awkwardly. “Sorry about bursting in. You know me, always interfering with everything and thinking I know what’s best for everyone, ha ha!”

Jupiter chuckles. “It’s fine.” Earth notices the ice is heating up so he takes it out of the towel, swaps it for more ice. Jupiter winces as Earth reapplies the bundle.

“Seriously though,” Earth says, “What happened?”

Jupiter sighs. “Impact event. Asteroid, comet,” he says.

Earth stops dead. Impact events. He’s seen a few of those in his time, and they’ve always been so much worse for him than anyone else - the rest of his solar system is barren enough it doesn’t count, but him, teeming with life and ideas and species. He still remembers when he lost the dinosaurs, in a haze of fire and ash and poison. Woke up centuries later, smaller and fragile. He loved them so much, and still remembers them. It terrifies him to think of such a thing happening again, even to his humans, with all they’ve done to the planet - he loves them too.

And… Jupiter. “I’m so sorry,” he says, blinking through the haze of emotion.

“It’s alright,” smiles Jupiter, and Earth wants to ask how can it possibly be alright? “It’s not exactly an uncommon occurrence. Largest planet in the solar system; I think my mass just attracts things.”

“What?” Earth leaps to his feet. “But - that’s not fair!”

Jupiter cocks his head to the side. “Greatest mass, greatest target. Laws of physics. How is that not fair?”

“Because - because you haven’t done anything wrong!”

Jupiter laughs again. “Oh, right. You and all your lifeforms, and their concepts - fairness, morality, karma.”

“Don’t mock me; they don’t even all have those, anyway,” Earth huffs. “But how can you… Look at that burn, man. And you’re telling me this is nothing?”

Jupiter briefly looks down at the oozing, crusting thing. “Well, what would happen if I wasn’t here, huh?” he asks. “The meteors - or comets, or asteroids, or whatever - would get past me, hit the smaller planets behind. Your best friend Mars… or Venus and Mercury, nuts as they are. Or you.”

Earth gulps. “You shouldn’t have to do this for us,” he says.

Jupiter smiles, before pulling Earth into his embrace. Um. Okay. “It’s alright, Earth. I don’t mind. After all - I’m a gas giant, emphasis on the giant. I can get by, pretty much no matter what happens. Other people are more important. People like you. You’re… special.”

“I’m not,” says Earth. “I’m not special. Just… self-important.”

Jupiter chuckles again. “You’re better than you think you are. You’re alive, Earth, and that’s the most important thing. You have people, ideas, emotions still to share. You have so much to find, so much to see, so much to explore. You’re fragile, and I wouldn’t let you get set back by just any old meteor. You are special, Earth; you’re gonna fly across the universe one day, and to me that is worth a thousand burns.”

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katlay:

The mini I’ve been working on for a couple weeks now….this started as a word ladder, and the last bit was a total, last minute ending. Because it was fun. 

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jtotheizzoe:

An X-ray of a stingray, whose cartilage skeleton (similar to that of sharks) looks like one of those embryonic alien incubators from the opening scene of a horrific sci-fi movie.

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Nobody show this to Ridley Scott. Thanks in advance.

Well, this is pretty cool.

scipsy:

Recently I see more and more posts about introversion, how introvert people really are, how to interact with them and so on. I’ve seen dozen of those posts. I’ve read a couple of posts about ‘highly sensitive people’ (HSP) too. Apparently people like those posts. That’s ok. I understand that. People who identify themseles as introvert are pleased to know that there are others like them, that the way they are is just a normal variation within the human population. That makes them feel less alone and more “normal”. 

I don’t think that finding a label for one’s own quirks of personality is useful, but that’s me. I don’t think I’m introvert or HSP, although many people have said that to me. 

I don’t talk much, that’s true. I’m not easy to talk to, that’s also true. Some people find that unconfortable. I understand that. Just yesterday I had a very awful experience because of my not-talking-much thing.

Today I was searching for articles and I found this one. It’s by one of my favorite psychotherapists and it’s about something others could call introversion. Nancy McWilliams prefer to use the term “schizoid personality”. I personally don’t like the term introversion, mostly because it implies that there are only two ways you could be: you’re an introvert, or an extrovert. I don’t think it is like that. I’m not sure “schizoid personality” is the right term either, but I understand why McWilliams has chosen it.

I thought I’d share this article because I felt it’s not shallow like other I’ve read, and because I felt it as more humane.

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The city lights of Europe and Asia.

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storyboard:

Hey Girl, Equality is Sexy: The Badass Woman Behind ‘Feminist Ryan Gosling’

Classical feminist theory rarely gets picked up as fodder for pop culture. After all, who wants to riff on old dead white dudes waxing political about gender systems and identity structures? Fertile ground for gender studies journals, less so for meme blogs. And yet, take those theorists’ words and slap a hot actor’s face behind them, and suddenly, their message begins to mean something. Make that actor sensitive-movie-dude Ryan Gosling, and you’ve got yourself a bona fide feminist recruiting machine — as well as a viral sensation.

This is more or less the story behind Feminist Ryan Gosling, the blog created by a 34-year-old graduate student that took the internet by storm. No, Danielle Henderson was not a Ryan Gosling fan when she made the site (she’d never even seen “The Notebook”). Nor did she ever imagine that Gosling would swiftly come to represent all that was good and perfect in the world. Mostly, she was frustrated trying to memorize her gender studies homework — and decided to Photoshop Gosling’s face onto flashcards as a joke.

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If you haven’t jumped on the Feminist Ryan Gosling bandwagon yet, now’s the time!

Michael Caine, 1964.

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