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Fresh Muse NEWS!!!
Hallelujah! Praise whoever needs it! YEAH! We have discovered the whereabouts of Ms. Crane!
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MS. CRANE SPOTTED IN
EUROPE!
Fresh Muse News from Ms. Crane
Great NEWS! Ms. Crane The Muse reports to be in good condition after violent attack on Paris streets leaves her slightly wounded. (The full story from the Muse’s perspective, may grace this site’s electronic elegance, soon…) Keep returning to this site to gather more information on the exact location of the ever elusive, Ms. Crane… we still have NO FIRM commitment on her part to write her experiences and observations down, sharing with the world her unique perspective on being beautiful in a world that is not always kind to the the young and lovely... so that we too may come to know what it is like to be a young MUSE ABROAD. Follow Frau NOW if you want in on this WOW we are really brewing a hot pot of Spring Fling for you to sip… so… sip this…
Frau Kolb invested an hour of company time on a long and nurturing call to the young Adventuress upon her independently funded journey to the traditional zones of ancient appeal… France; the country of SEX, Wine, and sultry dinners made with hearty ingredients; cafes and ancient book stores, parfum and LOVE: Ms. Crane is confirmed to be enjoying the firm embrace of various time zones, having for a moment alighted upon the fair city of Manhattan and its increasingly popular outer burros, apparently the young Muse, really liked Park Slope in Brooklyn New York. Zoom! Zoom! Buzz! Buzz! My how that tiger pattern Butterfly delights the eye!
Behold Talkinggrid, readers the Muse is buzzing around the OLD WORLD. She did not linger in Dublin. Ms. Crane is rumored to have returned to the continent or perhaps she is in London, England or Paris, France… know that Ms. Crane knows how to take care of Ms. Crane and that she does not require, as Frau Kolb, would to have an armed escort, entourage, and baby sisters; housekeeping at the ready to mop up… Anyway it is rumored that Ms. Crane may return to Dublin, Ireland for YOGA lessons and TEA with someone mysterious, yet highly recommended Irish YOGA GURU by Frau Kolb.
(Yet Frau Kolb would like to clarify that getting wasted is not Ms. Crane’s ultimate hobby, rather Frau Kolb’s in her own European fantasy vacation… would be guzzling wine and imbibing freely… with gusto in Italy, panache in France, plush aplomb in London, and faultless grace in GERMANY Frau Kolb is the ever ready and ultimate party person international… she insists that in Europe her capacity to suck up pints and other leisure beverages is second to well… actually, second to a whole population of drinkers… Hah! Yet, being a “good sport,” is a “priority,” thus Frau vows to keep up her quote of cocktails and cordials, bubblies and stouts, and cramming on comparisons between “Jammy,” red wine and “fruit forward,” ones. Yes… booze, beverages… ARE SACRED.)
Cheers! Bottoms UP!
I slipped onto a barstool. A chilled grapefruit martini before me. I intended to sketch, in my red journal, which I brought along with me; carrying it and other comforts which I failed to use; a swimsuit, an enormous beach towel… Yet, the man sitting next to me insisted on talking to me.
He claimed to be, “Good at conversation,” and “able to talk about anything…” Of course, I couldn’t fail to listen a little when he went ahead and bought me a drink, after introducing me to his BLOND wife, a woman with every possible enhancement; hair dyed, lashes fake, and yet her eyes a luminous all-knowing blue… like fallen sky in a fishbowl… beautiful. I was intrigued by her… Yet, she was engrossed in a conversation with a icey-eyed pudgy man in a very clean yet faded out-of-style and old fashioned shirt that spared no more than one glance in my direction.
Somehow…
MONTAG/
LUNES
Monday! Fluttering Lunatic; with a twist!
On point, dancing, reeking butterfly martini music hide-out mist.
Sweet Start is repeated; re-heated,re-smashed Monday...
(Listening to an interior…wave… a Decorator’s twisted advice over ice...
Smashing MONDAY reads better and has forest green money odor, more diversity and texture). The WorKING power structure ordered this season’s store bought slaves; chief of Wounded Dancers in satin costumes; caught in an eternal solo pirouette, Well... Hung to dry after the weekend’s extravagant exegesis of Tales of Genji.
THURSDAY, 24 APRIL 2014
That was yesterday:
This morning my body was glued to the bed. James Katson, a recently acquired Facebook art pal, and selfie addict, also had the same experience of sleeping really deeply, last night. We are also both interested in the works of Stephan Zwieg, just like our hero: Wes Anderson director of Hotel Budapest. Anderson is my Darling.
I dreamt… perhaps, I met him once… maybe that was him, sitting with Owen Wilson, another actor dream boat; a genius in his own right; as proven in his seamless performance in Woody Allen’s, classic, Midnight in Paris; one of my favorite films: EVER! I’d LOVE to work with… that drink soaked evening at Hal’s in Venice Beach California, after chemo, and binge shopping at Barney’s New York in Beverly hills. I was wearing this great blond wig, so I LOOKED al’ right
Here is a picture of me earlier that evening:
In addition I thought you might find it amusing to learn that Frau Kolb has decided to become ASIAN. Yes, it is true. I’m learning Chinese.
Yes, it is true, folks… FRAU KOLB has embarked on a NEW fine fucking art ART ADVENTURE!
Frau Kolb has decided to incorporate Chinese language learning skills into this already all-over-the-place AND way-too-persoal OFF TOPIC intimate ART CHAT web-site by your’s truly, Frau Kolb.
Now we begin with your first Chinese lessons.
Here are my seven favorites from You Tube:
1.) How to say “Thank you in Chinese.” 谢谢你
In any and every language, the most important word you can say is thank you. Get used to saying it more, to yourself, to everyone and you will feel better about LIFE, just practice in English to cure you of depression, abysmal loneliness, and/or morbid apathy. Get cracking.
Try IT: Thank YOU! Vielen Dank! ¡Muchas Gracia! Merci beaucoup! 감사합니다 спасибо
spasibo
2.) A go-with-the-flow place to start is with a very Western tutor, perhaps. Learn to say, “Hello!” Introduce yourself… or not our tutor breezes by big ideas too fast for anyone to learn from her but she’s got a great rack, pretty blond hair, and spunk. In short; I’d like LOVE to have her tutor me or give me a massage. Both. Maybe.
(Tip do not copy her accent. Yet, get it you, too, can learn Chinese NO BIG DEAL.)
3.) Emma, speaks solid English and thus is easy to follow. This video is easy enough for anyone to understand and learn how to say “Hello,” and practice how to exchange simple greetings and review how to say "Thank you in Chinese.” 谢谢你and introduces how to say, “You are welcome,” and “good-bye.” (Yet, unfortunately, Emma repeatedly invites readers to look down here, meaning on the side bar for more lessons but it could lend itself to easy parody…)
4.) Here is a more traditional Chinese tutor for the immersed early learner:
I dig this one, because Becky, our host is super cute and serious Chinese introductions, and proper name exchanges.
5.) This is a great introduction to the Chinese language concept of tones:
by YangyanCheng, founder of www.yoyochinese.com
(This girl is SUPER CUTE! Get ready to fall in LOVE!)
6.) ShaoLan Hsueh: Chineasy author is a great beauty, intellect and her book Chineseasy is amazingly compelling, pretty book. I bought a copy and can imagine buying more copies. EXCELLENT WORK!
7.) Here is ShaoLan Hsueh, again. She is a already my Chinese MUSE, big time. I’d LOVE to have a second of her, precious time… geez, can anybody say: übermensch?
Join me, Frau Kolb, adult language learning in learning Chinese!
Together we can master the most widely spoken ancient pictographic language system in the world, Baby!
Love,
Frau Kolb
Oh joy! It is Tuesday!!! April!! 22nd!
WONDROUS TUESDAY!
We made it to Tuesday 22 of April, 2014! If you are anything LIKE me… this was not a given. You have managed to thrive on a lifetime of living bravado. KEEP it up and keep on clicking reading, sharing, and savoring Talkinggrid. We have a literate community here, and when you send me messages, and tell me of editorial issues and make welcome suggestions about the design and content of this site: Frau Kolb embraces your caring and welcomes the attention. The Talkinggrid readership rocks; they support our every art adventure with clicks and donations; you know you want to DONATE, again, so click… you did it before so do it… it helps Frau & Ms. Crane continue to bask in the wonder that is blogging and connecting with interested readers, real support, better than ever. Thank you.
Just to make a thing clear: don’t send money you really need. Frau Kolb is way beyond need. Ms. Crane is well beyond blessed with wit and grace that makes money a mere vehicle from one in-depth investigation of CULTURE in the OPEN world sphere… YES!
This site is a labor of LOVE. The only money that is is welcome for Frau Kolb’s Champagne Fund, the Grid's precious FUN Fund is money YOU don’t need. Needy money is ugly money and…
Honey, nobody want to hear your sob story about sending Talkinggrid.com your last dollar.
That is simply, lame… no sane, responsible person would do that… you don’t send people that you know to be comfortable enough and generous with you, money YOU claim to “need,” for food and/or transportation! I would never do that. I would NEVER take money for… whatever, I am actually a happy Monkey… Lovin’ life and moving forward, yet… just thinking of …
YUCK! Take care of yourself and get a grip…
To whom it may concern:
That toxic shit poison you offer is NOT “PURE LOVE," that shit is called “Predatory Obsession,” and stalking is not FUNNY EITHER… so please remember:
Every dollar you send will be re-invested in keeping Talkinggrid as a flamboyant source of independent out of the box intimate art chat and fresh Muse NEWS for the Talkinggrid Heads, that come here everyday, and practically write this blog with Frau, by reading deeply daily and helping me edit and maintain this sprawling masterpiece of many many words and RICH CONTENT!
In addition thank you to all that take time to contribute by commenting, sending gifts, and YES donating IF you have a spare million or two, THANKS! For standing by me with so much LOVE and regularity. Bankers… are actually not so… wicked, after all… Hah! Hah! Talkinggrid Heads are like clockwork: Frau Kolb sets her TIC-TOC watch by them.
Thank you, authentic, Talkinggrid Heads for reading. DONATING and commenting with pleasure, ease, and panache in 2014!
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Big Kiss,
Frau K.
HOLY MONDAY AFTER EASTER
We walked, Hiked.
Played in the park.
Found Easter Eggs in our back yard, which we planted…
Ate, together.
It was a perfect day…
My son read to us in German,
from his children’s bible, which told us a rather outlandish
Version of The Passion…
We watched this production of Goethe’s Faust. on-line.
In the evening, I made the mistake of watching a bad movie;
"The Wolf of Wall Street," with Leonardo di Caprio… a Martin Scorsee, not-so-funny, “black comedy,” about rampant wealth and greed only made more sad by the fact that they were… fairly accurate in the representation of the debauched mentality which, Scorsee’s late night romps with LA Ladies… are well we know about him… the BAD film was released as "a gift to mankind," on December 25th, 2013, nominated for not one or two academy awards, but five of them. It is a trashy, jammed packed with depictions of gratuitous sex; botched Faustian story; without needed gravitas, tales of breaking every rule and yet not paying any price for one’s actions are half-baked childish fantasies that encourage an understanding that grossly distorted overblown pleasure might be the HOLY GRAIL of human achievement… as though making money, gambling with people’s lives is FUNNY… Hah! Hah! NOT in my book, Mr. Scorsee… nope … not yet anyway… I mean, really who am I to judge this guy… I’d make just as bad a film… maybe…. but with such a big budget and great actors… some mainstream sadists must find it amusing to experience power over others, if only as a consumer in a movie theatre fantasy… the film is indeed worthy of a chuckle.
More over I’ll admit that being a rather handsome male of some European background, Polish, I think... with smashing curtain thick hair and shimmering eyes, Di Caprio almost makes being worthless look good.
“Limitless,” being another American film, in the similar language of , “OH FUN, we get to witness a loser become someone extraordinary because he did what… took an expensive pill… what? Is this a veiled ad for pharmaceutical companies or what? Strange:.. seeing that film, also at home in some brainless sleepy state; left me feeling that the convention of showing that drugs, cheating, and dishonesty are not FUN rather destructive forces, which was standard decades ago, when the agenda of getting film consumers to continue visiting theaters, downloading and paying for content, no matter what the price to self maybe in seeing such debased imagery which trumped the concept that empty humans whose achievement lies solely in circumstance, lies, magic pills, and special powders which give the protagonists super-human powers; had not surpassed the commitment to encouraging compliance with laws rather than the current program which seems to advocate lawlessness and “Brave New World,” pill popping as a means of achieving übermensch status.
Today, the day after Easter… I realize devoting any time or consideration to such fluffy stuff as these trivial and utterly forgettable clumsy films feels like a violation of the self. (Yet, note how I continue to prove myself a hypocrite by writing and rewriting this piece to a high lustre, before removing it to the achieves under, Zoom in with Frau kolb.) The ideals, the values celebrated in the film are nauseatingly cruel and sadistic, even its canned notions of blond beauty, are dated and tired (in the Scorsee film, specifically). Muses in my understanding are never icy eyed chiseled piece of porcelain perfection, rather an exciting being…on the brink of discovery… a true and honest MUSE is beautiful, anything else is superficial luster, sure to fade and tarnish. “The Wolf of Wallstreet,” is a lame film; so enthralled with its own decadent representation of text book glamour; steeped in the odious marvel of self destruction.; why would Frau Kolb or anyone else want to waste their precious time watching a film about souls being undervalued by sex and drug crazed stockbrokers?