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… {cooked}:: baked ravioli for the second time this week, in less of a manic rush... {tried}:: barefoot running shoes; could possibly get used to them... {wrote}:: tomorrow's newsletter though there was nothing there this morning which was only slightly terrifying... {read}:: THE BOOKS OF JACOB, 473-445… {assembled}:: bags 35-37... {(seasonally) cushioned}:: the patio couch for the dogchildren (having relinquished dibs) and the swing chair thing for K... {did not break}:: my toes... {this has been}:: a day in the life of; tomorrow will be another. Until then...

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… {ate}:: at a winery that used to be a gas station with great friends... {gushed (over)}:: PICARD 3-9... {wrote}:: a whole bunch of the thing I couldn't figure out earlier this week but (still) think I might have figured out now... {mowed}:: the lawn, with help from Derbz…{read}:: THE BOOKS OF JACOB, 488-473… {threw}:: shade at Space Karen's latest stupid Twitter shit… {celebrated}:: the return of Natalie Merchant… {this has been}:: a day in the life of; tomorrow will be another. Until then...

"The Real Renfield"

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Excellent read on the tragic story of one of the best actors of the 30’s and 40’s:

With the onset of World War II, Frye took an overnight job at Douglas Aircraft—to aid the war effort, and because he needed the money. Now without an agent, Frye would spend his days pounding the pavement, winning tiny roles in films for “Poverty Row” studios and bigger ones in exploitation films like Frankenstein Meets the Wolf Man. In 1941, he even appeared at an LA theater reprising his role of Renfield in a stage production of Dracula. 

Aged beyond his years, a beaten-down Frye was increasingly suffering from heart problems. But because of his Christian Scientist faith, he refused any treatment. This inaction led to his final, deadly heart attack.