Wednesday, June 17, 2009 A

"Lovely Night and Day"
8:07pm


Night
Aristide Maillol (1861-1944)
Bronze, French (Paris), 1902-9
Gift of Maurice Wertheim, 1950 (50.100)


Sappho
Comte Prosper D'Epinay (1836-1914)
Mauritian-born artist, active in France and Italy;
Marble, Rome, about 1895
Lent by the artist, 1897 (O.L. 97.IV)


Hand detail...

Looking at these two lovelies, one capturing 'Night', and one in sunlight, for some reason I keep 'hearing' Cole Porter's song:

So a voice within me keeps repeating you, you, you
Night and day, you are the one
Only you beneath the moon or under the sun
Whether near to me, or far
It's no matter darling where you are
I think of you
Day and night...

This amuses me...

Wednesday, June 17, 2009 B

"Neck 'Bites'"
5:56pm

I've been suffering neck sores for a few days now. I've tried not to pick at them. Going to sleep last night, the sores gave me disturbed sleep. Was it the vampire fiction I'd recently read, it felt like Count Zginski was making a "Blood Groove" in my neck. It seemed I started to heal, only to get rubbed raw again.

Julia solved this little crime. It was the cheap necklace I'd been wearing:


For comparison, a sterling silver necklace is below it...

I'd bought the thing from a door to door jewelry salesman. He opened up his roll of jewelry, all attractively displayed on red velvet. He said the gold plated vermeil would not tarnish, and that underneath the plate, it was sterling. I figured that once the gold wore off, sterling silver would present itself.

No, that's not what we see. It's some cheap alloy turning green.

Fortunately, while a seventeen inch length is best to show my lapis scarab, an eighteen inch necklace I found in my drawer will do until I find a seventeen inch. But I will wait until all the sores are healed until I wear the scarab.

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