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HEY YALL, Do me & me boy a solid and vote for AJ Reynolds ( After hours With AJ) – Z103.5 for FAVORITE RADIO PERSONALITY and NIKKI AWESOME for FAVORITE ARTIST! time’s running out! vote vote vote! xx

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Thank you for all the amazing bday wishes, my lovelies!

1455 – King John II of Portugal (d. 1495)
1500 – Reginald Pole, English Cardinal/”heretic”
1520 – Matthias Flacius, Croatian Protestant reformer (d. 1575)
1678 – Madeleine de Verchères, French Canadian heroine (d. 1747)
1705 – Michael Schevenstuhl, composer
1778 – Frederica of Mecklenburg-Strelitz, Queen of Hanover (d. 1841)
1805 – Jonas Furrer, first President of the Swiss Confederation (d. 1861)
1828 – Karl Collan, composer
1831 – George M Pullman, inventor (railway sleeping car)
1838 – George W Hill, US astronomer (Moon orbit)
1839 – Jamsetji Tata, Indian industrialist (d. 1904)
1841 – John Murray, Canada oceanographer (Depths of the Ocean)
1845 – Georg Cantor, German mathematician (discoverer of transfinite numbers)
1847 – Alexander Graham Bell, Scotland, inventor (telephone)
1848 – Adelaide Neilson, English Actress (d. 1880)
1857 – Alfred Bruneau, composer
1865 – Alexander Gustav Adolfovich Winkler, composer
1867 – Gustav Strube, composer
1868 – Alain, [Emile-Auguste Chartier], French philosopher/writer
1869 – Henry J Wood, English conductor (Gentle Art of Singing, Proms)
1877 – Garrett Morgan, African-American inventor
1880 – Anne C Veth, Dutch cartoonist/art critic
1880 – Florence Auer, American actress (d. 1962)
1886 – James Friskin, composer
1886 – Reginald Owen Morris, composer
1889 – Fritz Behrend, composer
1890 – Norman Bethune, Canada, Doctor in Spain & China
1891 – Federico Moreno Torroba, composer
1892 – Rui Coelho, composer
1895 – Alex[ander] Nearmolen, composer
1895 – Alexander Nicholas Voormolen, Dutch composer
1895 – Ragnar Frisch, Norway, economist (1st Nobel prize in economy-1969)
1897 – Jose Moreno Gans, composer
1907 – Joy Finzi, [Joyce A Black], British painter
1908 – Riccardo Nielsen, composer
1910 – Kittens Reichert, American silent screen child actor (d. 1990)
1911 – Francesco Siciliani, opera composer
1911 – Jean Harlow, [Harlean Carpentier], KS, 30s’ sex goddess (Dinner at
1913 – Margaret AR Bonds, US pianist/composer/arranger
1920 – James Doohan, Vancouver BC, actor (Montgomery Scott-Star Trek)
1921 – Allen Ginsberg, beat generation poet (1969 Arts & Letters Award)
1921 – Diana Barrymore, NYC, actress (Nightmare, Lady Courageous, Fired Wife)
1921 – Junior Parker, Arkansas, blues vocalist/songwriter (Mystery Train)
1922 – Kazimierz Serocki, composer
1929 – Nicos Mamangakis, composer
1933 – Lee Radziwell Ross, NYC, princess (Jackie O’s sister)
1936 – Jim Clark, Formula 1 racer (1963 champ)
1938 – Douglas Leedy, composer
1938 – Lew De Witt, singer (Statler Brothers-Flowers on the Wall)
1938 – Willie Chambers, guitarist/vocalist (Chambers Brothers)
1942 – Mike Pender, Liverpool, vocalist/guitarist (Searchers-Needles & Pins)
1942 – Vladimir Vasilyevich Kovolyonok, USR, cosmonaut (Soyuz 25, 29/31, T-4)
1943 – Roger Swaybill, actor/writer (Porky’s II, Breaking Point)
1944 – Janice Garfat, rocker (Dr Hook)
1950 – Tim Kazurinsky, Johnstown Pa, comedian (SNL, Police Academy 2, 3, 4)
1951 – Sergei Aleksandrovich Yemelyanov, Russian cosmonaut
1951 – Lindsay Cooper, English musician and composer (Henry Cow, News from Babel)
1952 – Dermot Morgan, Irish actor and comedian (d. 1998)
1953 – Aleksandr Viktorovich Borodin, Russia, cosmonaut
1953 – Dave Amato, rocker (REO Speedwagon-Can’t Fight this Feeling)
1958 – Miranda Richardson, Southport England, actress (Damage, Crying Game)
1962 – Jackie Joyner-Kersee, E St Louis IL, heptathele (Olympic-gold-88, 92)
1962 – Glen E. Friedman, American photographer and artist
1972 – Christian Oliver, actor (Baby Sitters Club, Brian-Saved by the Bell)
1973 – Victoria Nika Zdrok, Kiev Ukraine, playmate (Oct, 1994)
1974 – Jared Rushton, actor (Big, Honey I Shrank the Kids)
1975 – Danica McKellar, actress (Winnie Cooper-Wonder Years) [or Jan 3]
1975 – David Faustino, CA, actor (I Had 3 Wives, Bud-Married With Children)
1982 – Jessica Biel, American actress
1989 – Erica Morningstar, Canadian Swimmer, and record holder.

(basically without this day we would have NO The Wonder Years, a whole bunch of missing composers and playmates, athletes, and royalty. SO I’m in good company, yeahs!?

It’s crazy that Jean Harlow and I have the same bday, because I’ve been told I look like her by quite a few people…. Could there be some weird DNA-Reincarnation link? Discuss. I’ll be drinking Champagne,

xx

Working with my designer Jane Haselgrove on some new costumes for 2010… Which will be revealed at my CMW show (that’s Canadian Music Week to my out-of-towners), so exciting! Have been writing a whole bunch of new music for a variety of projects and due to begin work on a few new collaborations, which I will tell you all about all in due time, my darlings….

In the meantime, since I haven’t the time or energy at the moment to properly blog for you, I’ve added the Formspring app to fb and twitter, so feel free to ask away! No holds barred!

Send me ALLLLLLL the questions your little burning hearts desire the answers to, and I’ll do my best to oblige.

xx

I haven’t been feeling well for a few days, a virus somehow picked up from coins or the touching of things not properly handled, dismantled or disinfected by servants first.

This has, of course led to television-induced dementia where I am unable to process any rational thought and instead find myself thinking inside the box, outside the realm of outlier understanding what with the onslaught of bizarre PVR’d films, infomercials and terrible daytime TV. Am currently watching FOUL PLAY, in which Goldie Hawn as a shy librarian, stumbles upon a plan to assassinate the Pope, but can’t make anyone believe her until she meets a bumbling, smarmy-but-charming police detective in the form of Chevy Chase. The opening credits/theme song, I believe, is called “Ready To Take A Chance Again”. It also “stars” Dudley Moore.

This is what happens when insomnia leads to an unconvincing blur between daytime telly and reality, between dreams and dramas. I found myself shopping for groceries in the middle of the night like a zombie craving canned brains, the ensuing hours command that my eyelids are propped open by pinned pupils in the middle of the day as i absorb and dismiss multiple plotlines erratically, too tired to complain, too irritated to sleep.

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All of which would be considerably more comfortable if I didn’t have the cold and could comment with a marginal amount of lucid authority, of agency in my own distasteful waste of hours, but then, I suppose I would be doing other things, and rather than chase my own tail with that what-if scenario, I suppose it’s more to my advantage to shut up and absorb.

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Currently nursing self-inflicted wounds after a weekday war waged on the mundane using the weaponry/frenemy vitamin V(odka). What better way than by watching multiple episodes of THE GOLDEN GIRLS, THREE’S COMPANY and SEINFELD, right? The laugh track started out badly and got worse. Rather than soothing me, the opening strains of “Come And Knock On Our Door” grated like Freddy Kreuger’s rusted nails on a shrieking, scared chalkboard.

Instead, I am absorbing Tennesee William’s BABY DOLL, a 1956 movie in which a child bride and her dim-witted husband are mercilessly exploited by a shifty businessmen, who aims to seduce poor little innocent Baby Doll, who is the Southern Belle through and through, all haughty and “I-Never”s. I stole one of her lines for the title of this blog. If you can’t have SUNSET BOULEVARD, grab a slice of BABY DOLL.

“l’m moving to the Kotton King Hotel! I’m moving to the Kotton King Hotel! l’m gonna get me a good job! The hotel manager helped carry my daddy’s coffin, he’ll give me one. l could curl hair at a beauty parlour. Or l reckon l could be a hostess…Smile at people coming in a place. Any place. l could be a cashier….Well, l could pass out menus, or programmes or something. Say hello to people. l can say hello.”

An artist friend sent me a photo of a painting/collage he’s done of me years ago, so I thought I’d share it with you.

nikki awesome by todd julie

Check him out at FOVEA

By the way, it’s our anniversary.

…..And THEN I REMEMBER THAT IT’S THIS!

(Also that I am ALSO ordained by God to be a killing machine!)