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the other night we watched calamity jame (1953) with doris day. it was so fun and colorful, yet weird -- here was calamity jane and wild bill hickock, both of whom i'm more used to envisioning in a vastly rougher context.

now i have doris day's voice in my head, singing take me back to the black hills, the black hills of dakota, to the beautiful indian country that i love (except you have to envision the rather green and californian hills from the movie, which made the song all the better).




ps -- deadwood season 3 starts in june! very exciting.