Maria Callas

 Callas herself did not like the sound of her own voice; in one of her last interviews, answering whether or not she was able to listen to her own voice, she replies,

Yes, but I don’t like it. I have to do it, but I don’t like it at all because I don’t like the kind of voice I have. I really hate listening to myself! The first time I listened to a recording of my singing was when we were recording San Giovanni Battista by Stardella in a church in Perugia in 1949. They made me listen to the tape and I cried my eyes out. I wanted to stop everything, to give up singing… Also now even though I don’t like my voice, I’ve become able to accept it and to be detached and objective about it so I can say, “Oh, that was really well sung,” or “It was nearly perfect.”

Sasha Pivovarova as Maria Callas for Miles Aldrich:

link love

I am loving this site and thought I’d share.  It is chock full of free printable vintage art.

Here’s a sampling:


Of course I like this one with a nurse in it.  It reminds me of a little figurine my mom gave to me. 

children-hey-diddle-diddle2hey diddle diddle- great for a child’s room


there are tons of pics like this on this site- shells, birds, animals of all kinds, flowers


this one is called school rules



a bit of history



Soldier going ashore on D-Day, – by Robert Capa, June 6, 1944

At 6:31 a.m. Robert Capa landed in the first wave on Omaha Beach. He captured ‘bloody Omaha’ in what turned out to be a world famous photo sequence.

Capa described the morning, “After the pre-invasion breakfast at 3 am with hot cakes, sausages, eggs and coffee, served on the invasion ship by white-coated waiters, at 4 am the invasion barges were lowered down into the rough sea. The men from my barge waded in the water. I paused for a moment on the gangplank to take my first real picture of the invasion. The boatswain who was in a hurry to get the hell out of there, mistook my picture-taking attitude for explicable hesitation, and helped me make up my mind with a well-aimed kick in the rear. The water was cold and the beach still more than a hundred yards away. The bullets tore holes in the water around me and I made for the nearest steel obstacle.”

His three rolls of film were rushed to London for processing. There a darkroom technician, eager for glimpses of the landing, dried the film too fast. The excessive heat melted the emulsion and ruined all but 10 frames. The soldier in the picture has been identified as Edward Regan or Alphonse Joseph Arsenault.