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When I was a girl my uncle a staunch cricket fan from Yorkshire used to get all us cousins playing cricket in the field opposite our house, complete with cows who for the most part made a pretty good audience. Of course when belting down the wicket there was also the added hazard of cowpats and stinging nettles to be contended with, and when combined quite a few tears and exasperated mothers. Does this give me an honorary Red Neck status?
 
UnderYourSpell said:
When I was a girl my uncle a staunch cricket fan from Yorkshire used to get all us cousins playing cricket in the field opposite our house, complete with cows who for the most part made a pretty good audience. Of course when belting down the wicket there was also the added hazard of cowpats and stinging nettles to be contended with, and when combined quite a few tears and exasperated mothers. Does this give me an honorary Red Neck status?
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My memories of cricket are long evening shadows at the end of a hot summer's day sprawled with a bunch of other teenage girls under huge trees, possibly chestnuts, supposedly watching a cricket match but in reality checking out the boys. I remember the drone of small aircraft and the larks singing their evensong. There's few sounds as evocotive for me as the click of a cricket bat hitting the ball.
 
Tristesse2 said:
There's few sounds as evocative for me as the click of a cricket bat hitting the ball.
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It is a wonderful sound (I don't, of course, have the same associations with that sound as you do, m'dear :)), especially since youth, and even professional minor league, baseball now universally uses aluminum bats. "Clink" just is not baseball to me. When I was young (eons ago) even Little Leaguers used wooden bats.

Metal bats are something of an obscenity.

I've been tempted, several times, on our trips to England, to buy a cricket bat. Part of the problem is in getting the damn thing back to the USA. Not 'zactly carry-on luggage, after 9/11.
 
Tristesse2 said:
No need to face security
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Well, thanks. I understand that the Internet makes purchases of foreign thingies easy. I buy books from amazon.co.uk, for example, and have bought things from amazon.fr and bokkilden.no.

The problem is that I want to pick up the bat, feel it, swing it, and take it home with me.

Buying it online would just be buying a cricket bat. (Hey, look! I own a cricket bat!) Abstracted from my life. Not at all the same thing.

Does that make sense?
 
Well of course it does this is a very personal item you have to be perfectly matched, a smoothness in your hands moving together in the thrust forward until the right contact is made.......
 
Tzara said:
It is a wonderful sound (I don't, of course, have the same associations with that sound as you do, m'dear :)), especially since youth, and even professional minor league, baseball now universally uses aluminum bats. "Clink" just is not baseball to me. When I was young (eons ago) even Little Leaguers used wooden bats.

Metal bats are something of an obscenity.
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I was playing little league right when aluminum bats started to hit my area. My dad and I both being geeks saw the metal bat and decided that I just needed one. That damned thing had a sweet spot the size of my left leg, and I hit a mile with it. Them again, I was the strongest kid on the team and one of the strongest hitters in the league. In little league terms I hit a mile with anything.

And, for some reason, my bat didn't clink. It gave a weird GONK noise when I rocked the ball.

I've been tempted, several times, on our trips to England, to buy a cricket bat. Part of the problem is in getting the damn thing back to the USA. Not 'zactly carry-on luggage, after 9/11.
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I flew less than a year after 9/11 with a sword in my checked luggage, no problems. Just make sure your luggage is large enough for the bat.
 
*wanders in, very dirty, wild-eyed, with sticks in her hair*
*puts this on the jukebox*

*peers at you adoringly, if hysterically*

Can't talk now. It's all just too amazing.

*dances with whoever will dance*
*wanders back out*
 
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UnderYourSpell said:
oooooh to what do I owe this pleasure? you're a nifty mover
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*pokes head in*

She does seem to have some nifty moves, indeed.

Here. Long as we're slowdancing, and having a moment.
Sweet Jane.

and for those who like the traditional version, Lou Reed.

I lost a dear friend this weekend. Hoppy was 89 and extraordinarily special to me. Let's dance, chicas. He'd like that.

Here. Cause it's lovely.





...and goodness, Annie. Susan Boyle is astounding! yay for the U.K.!
 
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From a letter to a friend:

The final Hoppy story I heard from my brother, who called on Monday. He said that Hoppy was bedridden for the last week or so, making his departure quietly, and mostly unresponsive, although not quite comatose. People were able to go and visit and say goodbye before he made his transition, including my father and my grandmother, at whom Hoppy has been making scandalous passes for years.

He seemed to be asleep, and unresponsive, but when Grandma leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, he turned his head at the last minute so that she ended up kissing him full on the mouth. Two days from walking the Bardos to the next world, he still had that Love, and that mischievous edge. I loved him for that, and for so many things, more than I can easily express.

These two quotes ring for me right now. Both are from the poet Ranier Maria Rilke. Hoppy loved him and often did his own translations of Rilke's work.

You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment.

***

For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

I can't find any good music to dance to right now. I'm open to suggestions.

bj


eta: I just heard the music. But I can't find it on youtube; it just came on my Pandora station:

Cab Calloway, a song called "Oh Grampa".

Thanks, Hoppy.
 
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UnderYourSpell said:
hugs :rose:
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and a big wet smooch to you for being who you are, dolly. I hope your life is being kind and good to you these days.

As I remember, you like peanut butter ice cream.

Ice cream is perfect for spring.

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UnderYourSpell said:
Don't know which to drool over first the icecream or the avatar!
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Shucks. Thanks.

It was an interesting scene in the ladies' room that particular night...



seems breaking your manhood with daggering is very much the thing in Jamaica right now!
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:eek:
I can see the appeal; it's pretty sexy. But golly. One mustn't actually break one's toys... They get points for enthusiasm, anyway.

Speaking of dancing, let's do some, although let's keep it slightly less physically dangerous...

Here's my latest addiction. It's not the sentiment or the lyrics as such; it's those juicy, juicy chords...

Et puis encore.

I listen to these songs, and I'm vaguely aware that there is an occasional voice in there, saying things. I usually wish it would just get out of the way so I can taste the chord progressions better.
 
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