Thanks for commenting on my recent post, Collin, and welcome to my little slice of the blogosphere: you have joined a small but elite force of Christinglers! The UT seal document you point to is interesting and informative (and I always LOVE to read about style guidelines, having been a style guide writer in a former incarnation), but it seems to be borderline "classified": something one might exchange in an unmarked envelope whilst huddled on a remote park bench, wrapped in an anonymous trench coat and peering out from beneath a wide-brimmed fedora (now writing in my Carmen San Diego/Nancy Drew/"I'll be the girl behind the potted palm" incarnations).
All this talk of former/multiple incarnations reminds me of two movies that captivated me in my youth: the frothy "On a Clear Day You Can See Forever," starring a fresh young Babs Streisand in a flattering asymetrical bob and a smashing '70s wardrobe, and a trim, hirsute Jack Nicholson; and the darker "The Reincarnation of Peter Proud," starring the lovely Jennifer O'Neill and Margot Kidder alongside Kevin McHale-lookalike Michael Sarrazin. Had a deep crush on Michael Sarrazin and the deep crease between his eyes for a time, there.
Interesting: A second intense schoolgirl crush was on James Drury, another darkhaired brooder with telltale eyebrows and etched forehead wrinkles who starred on TV as The Virginian and had a bit part as pretty-but-secondary character Nancy's love interest in another girlhood fave, "Pollyanna," starring the inimitable Hayley Mills (in a single role, this time: other fave movie starring HM was what else but the original "The Parent Trap": remember her granny panties in the party frock cut-out scene?). I've always said if I were able to live in another time--there's that reincarnation thing, again!--it would be 1913. I think it was the beautiful, unrushed simplicity of that time as depicted in Pollyanna (remember the fishing booth and Polly falling out of the tree, anyone? careful: you're showing your age!) that captivates me. Or maybe it was James Drury and those dreamy brows.
As we close (and alas, we must), I must also 'splain the title of this post: song lyrics from ANOTHER fave movie of my childhood, "Camelot," the soundtrack of which my mother Catherine would blare summers as we kids slammed in and out of the front porch door of the house on Lee Street, Portland Oregon, in the halcyon days of my youth. Besides, there's only one more day this month I could've used that post title. And nice that I was also able to toss in "the halcyon days of my youth": I have ALWAYS wanted to say that. Come to think of it, perhaps I already have: I do tend to repeat....
