Sweet Blessings

Excellent conclusion.

Charmed Chaos

Sweet blessings to friends near and far

I’m grateful for you all

May your heart be joyous and thankful

May your table always be full

May your Thanksgiving be peaceful

Without all the noise of the world

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Happy Thanksgiving 🍁 🦃 #Tanka

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Credit: Time Magazine The first Thanksgiving 1621 by Jean Leon Gerome Ferris, 1863-1930, artist. Published by the Foundation Press, Inc., c1932. photomechanical print halftone, colour. Pilgrims and Natives gather to share meal. (Universal History Archive/UIG via Getty Images)

Usual suspects
Line the table and gather
Around traditions

Passed down for generations
Always served and made with love

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if anything should,

invincible ignorance

should be defeated


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• Harrison Ford shot to fame in George Lucas’ movies Star Wars and Raiders of the Lost Ark, but he almost did not take the acting job he was offered in Mr. Lucas’ first big hit: American Graffiti. Mr. Ford was working as a carpenter, making twice as much money as Mr. Lucas offered him to act in the movie, so he turned down the job. Fortunately, Mr. Lucas offered him another $15 a week. Mr. Ford accepted it and began a very lucrative association with Mr. Lucas. The film had a small budget, and Elvis Presley’s music is not in it because Mr. Lucas could not afford the fee to use the music. Mr. Ford remembers this about shooting the film: “very little time, very little money, and very few doughnuts. I almost got fired for taking more than my share of doughnuts.” Mr. Lucas was a generous employer. When American Graffitibecame an unexpected smash hit, he gave away cars and money to some of the people who were involved in its making. Both the cast and the crew got a share of the profits. Actor Ron Howard remembers, “It was a totally and completely uncommon act. […] it was such a wonderfully gracious thing to do.” Mr. Lucas’ golden touch continued with the hugely moneymaking Star Wars. After Star Warsopened big, his friend Francis Ford Coppola sent him this telegram: “SEND MONEY.”

• People who make low-budget movies have to be problem-solvers. For example, the critically acclaimed film Crossover Dreamswas mostly filmed in a neighborhood in New York City. Often, people in the neighborhood would make meals for the filmmakers. To get apartments to film in, the crew used to paint those apartments in return. The actors mostly provided their own costumes. Unfortunately, the van in which the costumes were kept was stolen. A leather jacket worn by star Reubén Blades’ character was among the items stolen; he replaced it at his own cost. Due to money problems, it took two years for the filming to be done. Mr. Blades had a mustache when he began acting in the film. Much later, when he returned to shoot the final scenes, he had shaved it off, so he had to wear a fake mustache.

• In the movieTitanic is a scene in which the character played by Leonardo DiCaprio sketches the character played by Kate Winslet while she is nude. Before the scene was filmed, Mr. DiCaprio walked into the place where Mr. Winslet was being made up—while she was nude. Mr. DiCaprio said, “Whooa!” But Ms. Winslet said, “We’re going to spend the whole day like this. We might as well get used to it.” By the way, Mr. DiCaprio got his first name because while his mother was pregnant with him, she and her husband were walking through the Uffuzi Museum in Florence. While looking at a painting by Leonardo da Vinci, she felt her baby kick, so she decided to name him after the famous painter. Leonardo diCaprio’s middle name is Wilhelm; he was named after his maternal grandfather, Wilhelm Idenbirken.

• First-time filmmaker Marc Webb did not want to direct a romantic comedy—until he saw the screenplay for (500) Days of Summer, written by Scott Neustadter and Michael H. Weber. The first few lines were these: “Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely accidental. Especially Jenny Beckman. Bitch.” “I liked that,” Mr. Webb says. “It’s fun, and it says, this movie is going to be a little bit different. You might have to engage a little more.” The film was a hit and may someday be regarded as a classic—Roger Ebert gave it the top-rated 4 stars. Mr. Webb himself says, “I don’t think this is a profoundly probing movie, but it’s a simple movie that speaks a little bit of the truth, and just dances with reality and is fun.”

• When Quentin Tarantino was casting Kill Bill, he held a meeting with the actors. Ricardo Montalban was supposed to be present to read the part of a Mexican pimp who was Bill’s mentor, but he did not show up. Michael Parks, who was to play the role of a Southern sheriff, did show up, and he also read the part of the Mexican pimp. Mr. Tarantino liked the reading so much that he immediately hired Mr. Parks to act the part of the Mexican pimp as well as the role of the Southern sheriff. David Carradine, who played the role of Bill, was at the meeting. He remembers resolving never to miss a Quentin Tarantino meeting, and he thinks the other actors present made the same resolution.

• The second movie that veteran actor Saul Rubinek ever did was an independent movie titled Death Ship, although the cast referred to it as Death Sh*t. Mr. Rubinek remembers leaving the production trailer one day and seeing his fellow cast members immersed in water. This was shocking because of a production report that stated that no actors should ever be in the water because of really bad pollution. Mr. Rubinek says that “apparently nobody had told the actors. And that’s when I began to understand something about the nature of independent movies.”

• Hollywood Reporterpublisher Billy Wilkerson discovered Lana Turner at age 16 when she was drinking a Coke at a Beverly Hills soda shop. He asked if she wanted to be in movies, and she replied, “I don’t know. I have to ask my mother.” Of course, she did make movies, and she did get wealthy, allowing her to indulge her desire for shoes. According to Cheryl Crane, her daughter, at one time Lana owned 698 pairs of shoes. She also had a 20-foot jewelry vault filled with precious gems in her closet.

• Paul Newman was both a movie star (The HustlerHudCool Hand LukeButch Cassidy and the Sundance KidThe StingNobody’s Fool) and a man whose “Newman’s Own” business (which he started with A.E. Hotchner) donated multi-millions to charity. In his bathroom, a framed letter supposedly hung. The letter congratulated Mr. Newman for donating so much money to charity, then added, “P.S. I hear you’ve been in some movies. I’ll try to catch those sometime.”


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Voltaire’s CANDIDE: Chapter 17 – Candide and His Valet Arrive in the Country of El Dorado — What They Saw There

Chapter 17 – Candide and His Valet Arrive in the Country of El Dorado — What They Saw There

When [they arrived at] the frontiers of the Oreillons, said Cacambo to Candide, “You see, this hemisphere is not better than the other; now take my advice and let us return to Europe by the shortest way possible.” 

“But how can we get back?” said Candide; “and whither shall we go? To my own country? The Bulgarians and the Abares are laying that waste with fire and sword. Or shall we go to Portugal? There I shall be burned; and if we abide here we are every moment in danger of being spitted. But how can I bring myself to quit that part of the world where my dear Miss Cunegund has her residence?” 

“Let us return towards Cayenne,” said Cacambo. “There we shall meet with some Frenchmen, for you know those gentry ramble all over the world. Perhaps they will assist us, and God will look with pity on our distress.” 

It was not so easy to get to Cayenne. They knew pretty nearly whereabouts it lay; but the mountains, rivers, precipices, robbers, savages, were dreadful obstacles in the way. Their horses died with fatigue and their provisions were at an end. They subsisted a whole month on wild fruit, till at length they came to a little river bordered with cocoa trees; the sight of which at once revived their drooping spirits and furnished nourishment for their enfeebled bodies. 

Cacambo, who was always giving as good advice as the old woman herself, said to Candide, “You see there is no holding out any longer; we have traveled enough on foot. I spy an empty canoe near the river side; let us fill it with cocoanuts, get into it, and go down with the stream; a river always leads to some inhabited place. If we do not meet with agreeable things, we shall at least meet with something new.” 

“Agreed,” replied Candide; “let us recommend ourselves to Providence.” 

They rowed a few leagues down the river, the banks of which were in some places covered with flowers; in others barren; in some parts smooth and level, and in others steep and rugged. The stream widened as they went further on, till at length it passed under one of the frightful rocks, whose summits seemed to reach the clouds. Here our two travelers had the courage to commit themselves to the stream, which, contracting in this part, hurried them along with a dreadful noise and rapidity. 

At the end of four and twenty hours they saw daylight again; but their canoe was dashed to pieces against the rocks. They were obliged to creep along, from rock to rock, for the space of a league, till at length a spacious plain presented itself to their sight. This place was bounded by a chain of inaccessible mountains. The country appeared cultivated equally for pleasure and to produce the necessaries of life. The useful and agreeable were here equally blended. The roads were covered, or rather adorned, with carriages formed of glittering materials, in which were men and women of a surprising beauty, drawn with great rapidity by red sheep of a very large size; which far surpassed the finest coursers of Andalusian Tetuan, or Mecquinez. 

“Here is a country, however,” said Candide, “preferable to Westphalia.” 

He and Cacambo landed near the first village they saw, at the entrance of which they perceived some children covered with tattered garments of the richest brocade, playing at quoits. Our two inhabitants of the other hemisphere amused themselves greatly with what they saw. The quoits were large, round pieces, yellow, red, and green, which cast a most glorious luster. Our travelers picked some of them up, and they proved to be gold, emeralds, rubies, and diamonds; the least of which would have been the greatest ornament to the superb throne of the Great Mogul. 

“Without doubt,” said Cacambo, “those children must be the King’s sons that are playing at quoits.” 

As he was uttering these words the schoolmaster of the village appeared, who came to call the children to school. 

“There,” said Candide, “is the preceptor of the royal family.” 

The little ragamuffins immediately quitted their diversion, leaving the quoits on the ground with all their other playthings. Candide gathered them up, ran to the schoolmaster, and, with a most respectful bow, presented them to him, giving him to understand by signs that their Royal Highnesses had forgot their gold and precious stones. The schoolmaster, with a smile, flung them upon the ground, then examining Candide from head to foot with an air of admiration, he turned his back and went on his way. 

Our travelers took care, however, to gather up the gold, the rubies, and the emeralds. 

“Where are we?” cried Candide. “The King’s children in this country must have an excellent education, since they are taught to show such a contempt for gold and precious stones.” 

Cacambo was as much surprised as his master. They then drew near the first house in the village, which was built after the manner of a European palace. There was a crowd of people about the door, and a still greater number in the house. The sound of the most delightful instruments of music was heard, and the most agreeable smell came from the kitchen. Cacambo went up to the door and heard those within talking in the Peruvian language, which was his mother tongue; for everyone knows that Cacambo was born in a village of Tucuman, where no other language is spoken. 

“I will be your interpreter here,” said he to Candide. “Let us go in; this is an eating house.” 

Immediately two waiters and two servant-girls, dressed in cloth of gold, and their hair braided with ribbons of tissue, accosted the strangers and invited them to sit down to the ordinary. Their dinner consisted of four dishes of different soups, each garnished with two young paroquets, a large dish of bouille that weighed two hundred weight, two roasted monkeys of a delicious flavor, three hundred hummingbirds in one dish, and six hundred flybirds in another; some excellent ragouts, delicate tarts, and the whole served up in dishes of rock-crystal. Several sorts of liquors, extracted from the sugarcane, were handed about by the servants who attended. 

Most of the company were chapmen and wagoners, all extremely polite; they asked Cacambo a few questions with the utmost discretion and circumspection; and replied to his in a most obliging and satisfactory manner. 

As soon as dinner was over, both Candide and Cacambo thought they should pay very handsomely for their entertainment by laying down two of those large gold pieces which they had picked off the ground; but the landlord and landlady burst into a fit of laughing and held their sides for some time. 

When the fit was over, the landlord said, “Gentlemen, I plainly perceive you are strangers, and such we are not accustomed to charge; pardon us, therefore, for laughing when you offered us the common pebbles of our highways for payment of your reckoning. To be sure, you have none of the coin of this kingdom; but there is no necessity of having any money at all to dine in this house. All the inns, which are established for the convenience of those who carry on the trade of this nation, are maintained by the government. You have found but very indifferent entertainment here, because this is only a poor village; but in almost every other of these public houses you will meet with a reception worthy of persons of your merit.” 

Cacambo explained the whole of this speech of the landlord to Candide, who listened to it with the same astonishment with which his friend communicated it. 

“What sort of a country is this,” said the one to the other, “that is unknown to all the world; and in which Nature has everywhere so different an appearance to what she has in ours? Possibly this is that part of the globe where everywhere is right, for there must certainly be some such place. And, for all that Master Pangloss could say, I often perceived that things went very ill in Westphalia.”


Source: https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Candide