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batmanmew · 1 year
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The last unicorn (1982)
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motownfiction · 23 days
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one year after the accident
One year after the accident, Lucy still can’t even think about Cherries Jubilee at Baskin-Robbins. It’s not that she’s ever actually eaten it. As a matter of fact, she’s not sure she’s ever known anyone who’s eaten it. It’s just that whenever she would go into the Baskin-Robbins down on the corner with Sam, they’d make jokes about “obviously getting a scoop of Cherries Jubilee.” The joke began sometime in the ninth grade, when Lucy was going through a phase, trying to find the most unique names for a baby girl in her future. How insightful of her, really. When she read Cherries Jubilee on one of the ice cream tubs, she thought one of those would make a great name. Probably Jubilee. She made the mistake of saying it loud, and Sam – never one to miss a beat – immediately said, “Why not both?” Thankfully, Lucy laughed, and it spiraled into a joke that lasted until the day he died. No one else was ever really in on it. That’s what made it special. Lucy and her friend of distinction.
One year after the accident, Lucy can’t think about “Angel Baby” without remembering that time at her parents’ Fourth of July barbecue. It was the summer between ninth and tenth grade, right after she got the guts to tell Sadie that she was in love with Will. But she didn’t need to admit to Sam. Sam understood everybody. The minute that strange song by Rosie & the Originals began to play from the Callaghans’ turntable, Sam knew what was going on. Will didn’t. He was minding his own business, eating a hot dog, assuming that Lucy could never do something romantic for him, not after all this time. But Sam knew. He sprung into action, spilling some of his Coke on the vinyl tablecloth, and met Lucy in the middle of the driveway for a slow dance. He sang the song in a high falsetto because of course he knew all the words to it. He said they’d make Will jealous. Lucy laughs now, thinking Sam must have wanted to make Will jealous of Lucy, too. Maybe. What a sweetie he was, even then. Especially then.
One year after the accident, Lucy tells herself that she doesn’t have the right to miss Sam. Sure, they had a few special moments, but everyone else in her life was closer to him. Sure, they loved each other as friends, but that’s not the same as losing a son, a brother, an in-law, a godfather, a best friend whom you’ve loved even longer than the wife you’ve known since first grade. None of those people want to see her grieve for him. She’d be making it about herself. It’s not that she didn’t lose Sam. It’s that the people she loves lost him more.
One year after the accident, Lucy tries to pretend like there isn’t a hole in her heart … like her soul doesn’t scratch like a record after it’s been left on the wrong side too long. One year after the accident, she doesn’t even think about whether she should be feeling any way else. That’s just not what you do.
It’s not what you do.
(part of @nosebleedclub poetry month challenge -- day 6!)
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gatespage · 9 months
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Clowning around… with a difference!
29 Apr 1982 - The Stage
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IF THE MENTION of clowns conjures up images of empty-headed buffoons, then "Bumps" at the Lyric, Hammersmith, should be a pleasant surprise. For these clowns are different.
They're eccentric yes, most sport false noses, and all wear extraordinary garb; they're remarkably funny too, not in the slapstick tradition, but in the manner of misfits, who talk in riddles and non-sequiturs to expose characters who are also vulnerable and lovable - even the grumpy ones. The show's creator, Cheryl McFadden, has woven great charm into the proceedings.
Cheryl was "discovered" during the New York run of "Nicholas Nickleby". Several of the actors heard about her locally-famed clown improvisation classes, attended one and were hooked enough to insist on regular sessions for the rest of their season.
Indeed, her adroitness, in drawing fresh skills from accomplished actors so fired Edward Petherbridge that he determined to bring her over to create a show for British actors. He asked her to devise something that would last about an hour, and teamed it with "Knots", based on R.D. Laing's psychological conundrums. And because "Knots" puts the same actors in normal dress in unremarkable situations that emphasise the foolishness inherent in all of us, the coupling is complementary.
Shortage of time was difficult for Cheryl. "I've done this sort of thing before in America but never in the space of five weeks. We (there are eight actors in the cast) spent the first few days just doing classes and building a rapport, and we went very slowly because we had to break through the barriers of everyone's terror of the unknown, including my own.
"But Edward has an amazing instinct for choosing people.and everyone has worked tremendously hard so I'm excited about what has evolved."
Cheryl, whose colouring and build reminded me of Jane Asher, looks on the clown as an extension of the actor's self. In "Bumps" she has tried to extend her actors still further by involving them in all the performing arts. They all have to play musical instruments (several of them had had no previous musical ex-perience), as well as speak, mime, sing, dance, and paint.
She herself is pretty versatile, too. Her style of teaching stems from a period of study in Paris with the mime Jacques Lecoq, and in London her role has also called on her talents as writer, director and visual initiator. When she's not busy on any of these, she acts. She just finished a film, "The Outdoorsters" She doesn't care for the superficial, but she does care about being involved in theatre that illuminates and that provokes a gut reaction in its audience. With "Bumps", I think she has succeeded
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miragevideo · 1 year
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Blood Song (1982) Spain VHS listing made by CINE80TERO at todocoleccion!
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angiebowiearchive · 1 year
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Sunday Mirror (1982)
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babbybones · 2 years
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🎉PAPYRUS (the font) IS 39 YEARS OLD TODAY 🎉
source: the design sketch here dated May 6, 1983
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georgiaatwarr · 1 year
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To everyone saying that I’m destroying my books by annotating them, have you considered that they destroyed me first? 
Perhaps I am not bringing my pen and marker into innocent books. Perhaps this is revenge.
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What a difference 41 years makes juxtaposition of Renault 5 Alpine Turbo, 1982 & Alpine A290 β Concept, 2023. Renault marketed an Alpine version of the first generation R5 between 1982 and 84. The new A290 will be Alpine's version of the new generation electric Renault 5
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motownfiction · 3 months
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the last you saw of her
In a fit of strange inspiration, Sam decides to clean out all the drawers in his dresser. It’s a feeling he gets every three to five years, and 1986 must be right on time. It’s February, early for spring cleaning, but something tells him he has to do it. It does not take him long to figure out why the task must have been calling to him.
Sam goes through a few shitty report cards from eleventh and twelfth grade, and underneath them, there it is. Casually, like it means nothing. It’s a Polaroid taken on the night of the homecoming dance, 1982, tenth grade. He and Steph are laughing together on the front porch – she in her pretty blue dress, he in a tie to match. It’s not posed. Sam remembers that. Steph’s mother, Susie, snapped the right picture at the right time. Susie’s a painter by trade, but if that Polaroid is any indication, she would have made a brilliant photographer.
But it’s not just the picture – not just the light or the shadows or any of it. It’s that for years, all of high school, Steph Armstrong was Sam Doyle’s friend. She wasn’t just his girlfriend, wasn’t just his guaranteed date to a school dance, wasn’t just the first person he had sex with to “get it out of the way.” They were friends. They knew how to make each other laugh, and they loved it. So many couples in high school don’t really like each other. They wouldn’t know how to be friends if it killed them, and yet, they’d be the first to use the phrase just friends. That phrase means nothing. There’s no just about it. Not where Sam and Steph were concerned.
Sam looks at the picture, not sure whether to laugh or cry. He asks himself, What was the last you saw of her? but of course, he already knows the answer. At Christmas Eve Mass, he saw Steph from the back, and even then, she was beautiful. Even then, he wanted to be her friend, to make her laugh, to apologize. It was never the distance between Detroit and Mount Pleasant that drove them apart. Sam was afraid. He is afraid. But, shit – afraid is better than alone, especially when it comes to Steph. Life is better with Steph in it, even if she’s just a voice on a phone call.
Sam thinks about calling her again, but he’s pretty sure she wouldn’t pick up. Steph has pride, and she should.
He tucks the picture back in the drawer where he found it.
Maybe he can wait for spring cleaning.
(part of @nosebleedclub february challenge -- day 6!)
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gatespage · 2 years
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A Midsummer Night’s Dream, NYSF (1982)
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tronzler/ram dynamic to me
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angiebowiearchive · 1 year
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Rev (1982)
(archiver note: there is a full page photo of Angie and Drew Blood with a toddler Stacia in the middle of this article, however I fear that current, not well trained AI and/or trolls might flag it as something it isn't due to how she's dressed, so am not including it here but I do have it for anyone who's interested!)
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[if you're interested in translating this, feel free to drop me a message!]
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tazmiilly · 3 months
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the journal says that j3 was being written in 1983 and for some reason my brain hates that so much. I'm in so much denial about it. it's 1981 to me. and then ford gets portaled in 1982. to me.
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nobrashfestivity · 8 months
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Cover for Sanctuary of Japan Volume 9 Dewa Sanzan and Shugendo
Masatoshi  Naito Fumi : Yasuaki Togawa the publisher Kosei Publishing Co., Ltd. Publication year 1982
Komiyama Books
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mrlimesapper · 10 months
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TRON 41st Anniversary!
Happy birthday TRON. It's been 41 years since first entering the grid. Woo!
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A Doonesbury cartoon strip by Garry Trudeau, reproduced in Rashid Khalidi, The Hundred Years' War on Palestine. The cartoon referenced the activities of Israel and its allies in Lebanon against Palestinian refugees and other civilians in 1982, but it remains just as relevant now.
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