Sun Pop Blue supports, more than you will ever know, the concept of the Slow Life. It just seems that the Slow Life is the province of others, perhaps those whom Tony Soprano referred to as "happy travellers." "Earthpeople" is a term that works for me.

All I know is work, work, work on music or art or writing,  or Sun Pop Blue here, and, when I have time and the energy, a book perhaps, some music playing, maybe a dvd, a great meal and the occasional frolic in the boudoir to make it all mean something. I'm not complaining.

I found this lovely blog somehow: Lucullian delights - an Italian experience:

"I live near Pistoia in Tuscany and the food I post about is obviously heavily influenced by Italian cooking despite the fact that I am Swedish but after living here for many years (since 1994) it is difficult not be. We (me, Marco, three children and one dog) live in the countryside on a hillside in the tinest of villages; once upon a time, they tell me, there was a restaurant here. I support the Slow Life as much as I can."

I got curious about the name Lucullus and  found a listing in the  Wikipedia.

He used the vast treasure he amassed during his wars in the East to live a life of luxury. He had splendid gardens outside the city of Rome, as well as villas around Tusculum and Neapolis. The one near Neapolis included fish ponds and man-made extensions into the sea.^[10]

So famous did he become for his banqueting that the word lucullian now means lavish or luxurious.

Several interesting anecdotes underscore this great dedication to decadence, including when Cicero and Pompey succeeded in inviting themselves to dinner with Lucullus, but forbade him to send word ahead to prepare a meal. Cicero and Pompey were curious to see what sort of meal Lucullus ate alone, but Lucullus outsmarted them. He ordered that his servants serve him in the Apollo Room, and as his servants already knew precisely what to make for each of the different dining rooms, Cicero and Pompey ate the most luxurious of all meals."

You must remember this
A kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh.
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by.

And when two lovers woo
They still say, "I love you."
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by.

Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date.
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate.
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That no one can deny.

It's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die.
The world will always welcome lovers

Got this bulletin on MySpace the other day. I don't really have anything to add, but I must say I admire the guy's determination. Not really my style, but, who knows? I just crack up when I read his assurances to his beloved.

A friend (female) posted it in frustration, hoping to get "Tom's" attention (her words in boldface, the stalker's italicized:

THIS IS GETTING ON MY NERVERS AND NEEDS TO BE STOPPED TOM.THIS MAN HAS 10000 NAMES AND WILL NOT LEAVE ME ALONE.WHAT I HAVE TO DELETE MY ACCOUNT? NO MATTER HOW MANY NAMES OF HIS I DELETE HE'S GETS MORE N MORE. THIS IS STALKING AND NEEDS TO BE STOPPED. I GET SO MANY EMAILS FROM THIS GUY AND ALL ARE THE SAME WHAT HE SAYS. I TALKED TO FEW WOMENS HERE TOO AND SOME WERE GETTING EMAILS LIKE THIS BUT I AM GETTING WAY TO MANY AND I'M TIRED OF IT. I COME HERE TO MEET PEOPLE AND NOT TO CAUSE TROUBLE TOM. BUT ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. NOW IS UP TO YOU. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hello I will never give up in writing to you because I know that Rome was not build in a day .is it just from one step, two step, three step before everything was well completed. I can see the reason why you have been replying to me this manner. Maybe, you may have be cheated or fail from a man there you are living .then, you have to think that every man is like that honey. Not like that, I am not like other men you may come across your way that show irresponsible to you. I believe that I am a man of my words that like to do thing on my own style and I believe in honest, sincerely and upstanding human being. I don’t mean to hurt your heart or to betray you after you have already accepted to be my wife. Not so, it is impossible my sweet heart.