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Wednesday, June 17th, 2009
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10:28 pm - Ike with tattoos
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| Monday, February 9th, 2009
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9:50 pm - Scranton State School for the Deaf... closing?
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I got this in my email inbox today-
<< I'm sorry if I'm bothering you but I got your e-mail address off of the hard_of_hearing community profile on livejournal. I was hoping that you would be able to help us out. I live in Pennsylvania and our Governor is trying to close the only state-funded school for the hearing impaired. The Scranton State School for the Deaf is home to many students and the teachers travel to people's houses to help the families of hearing impaired. If they close down this school there wont be anywhere for these students to go to help them learn. The website for the school is here... http://sssd.neiu.org/ and the website for the petition is http://www.sssdsos.org/
We're trying to get as many people as we can to sign this petition. If you so kindly would post this on the journal and pass this on to as many people as you can.
Thank you so very much for your time, Im hoping to hear from you, with which ever decision that you make. >>
Found an article online regarding the school here- http://www.scrantontimes.com/articles/2009/02/05/news/sc_times_trib.20090205.a.pg7.tt05deafschool_s1.2280957_top4.txt
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| Saturday, September 6th, 2008
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5:47 pm
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| Wednesday, July 30th, 2008
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8:24 pm - (the sister of sleep)
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He was thought of as strange
A good looking man
And shallow eyes
Like two hidden from view and
Empty puddles of hue
His views on death
Spread like two anecdotal tales
Although he reclining declining
To disclose in public
The tales held the key
Death is the surname of sleep
But the surname unknown to us
Sleep is the daily end of life
A small exercise in death
Which is it's sister
But not every brother and sister
Are equally close
Giving to the enemy
A small exercise in submission
And holding onto nothing
(from Peter Murphy's song "Shy")
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| Monday, July 21st, 2008
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7:58 pm - The Complete Guide to Mourning Etiquette by Miss Lavinia Ermyntrude Waterhouse
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It is a very sad thing when someone dies. We mark the occasion with mourning. We wear special clothes and black jewelry, we use special stationary for letters, and we do not go to parties or concerts.
Mourning lasts different lengths of time depending upon the loved one who has died.
The Widow mourns the longest because she is the saddest. What a terrible thing it is to lose a husband! She mourns for 2 years- 18 months full mourning, 6 months half-mourning. Some ladies mourn for longer. Our own late Queen wore mourning for her husband Albert for the rest of her life- forty years!
How sad it is for a mother to lose her child, or a child her mother. They mourn for 1 year.
For brothers and sisters- 6months
For grandparents- 6 months
Uncles and aunts- 2months
Great-uncles and great-aunts- 6 weeks
First cousins- 4 weeks
Second cousins- 3 weeks
Clothing
It is very important to obtain proper mourning clothes. They must be new, and they must be burned after mourning, because it is bad luck to keep them in the house.
Jay’s on Regent Street is where all good London families buy their mourning clothes.
Ladies wear dresses made of best paramatta silk and trimmed with crape for full mourning of their husbands, parents, or children. For grandparents and brothers and sisters, ladies wear plain black silk trimmed with crape. For everyone else ladies wear black with no crape.
Ladies wear black gloves and carry white handkerchiefs edged with black.
After a time they can take off the crape. This is called “slighting” the mourning.
Then there is half-mourning. Ladies wear gray or lavender or violet, or black-and-white-stripes. Their gloves are gray as well.
Jewelry
During full mourning ladies may wear jet brooches and earrings. The brooches may be adorned with the hair of the loved one. In half-mourning ladies may wear a little gold, silver, and pearls and diamonds.
Stationary
Paper for writing must have a black edge. It is very important that the edge should be wide enough to honor the loved one, but not so wide as to be vulgar.
Gentlemen
Gentlemen wear what they normally wear to work but also wear black hatbands, black cravats, and black gloves. They do not wear jewelry.
Children (under ten)
Children may wear black if they wish, but most often they wear white dresses, and sometimes lavender or mauve or gray. They may wear gloves. Children over ten should wear full mourning.
From Falling Angels by Tracy Chevalier
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| Monday, July 14th, 2008
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1:09 pm - Carlton Island Villa still needs to be rescued
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| Thursday, June 12th, 2008
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6:33 pm
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Today I bought a new book. It is called Pink Ladies & Crimson Gents: Portraits and Legends of 50 Roses by Molly & Don Glentzer.
From the inside flap:
"Storied Characters such as Greenmantle, the heroine of Sir Walter Scott's novel Redgauntlet. As attention-getting as the character's exquisite green silk cape, the rose's leaves, rather than its blossoms, are the source of its heady fragrance.
Artful Personalities such as Peter Paul Rubens, the Flemish master whoe paintings often featured the luminous skin of voluptuous goddesses. Fittingly, his namesake rose is a heavenly flesh color, tinged with pink.
Heroes, Heroines, and Rascals such as Napoleon. The petals of his eponymous rose become darker and more disheveled as they age, much like the emperor who fell deep into madness after building an empire.
Nobles and Notables such as King Louis-Philippe. Some liken the rich fragrance of this rose to cherries, although the shape of its buds may be more true to its namesake's character: The king was often portrayed in caricatures as a pear.
Well-bred Ladies and Gents such as the intrepid British tea thief Robert Fortune. On a secret mission in China, he clipped the rose that became known as 'Fortune's Double Yellow'."
The photos are great. I might paint some. Reminds me of painting watercolors of roses with Dona Rafaela in her garden in Puerto Rico.
current music: Smashing Pumpkins- Siamese Dream
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| Saturday, June 7th, 2008
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9:52 pm
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Use
What do I want
you for? If there's an
answer it's nothing, you're
of no use in my life, a
pure indulgence. What
would I want a picture
on the wall for? To look
at, but why? All such
questions end in stillness; yet I
want you too
much, I want
also to use you, I want you
to be used & to glisten
with it, like hot muscle or metal
against stone or a shape
of wood caressed
by years of hands, to some
purpose. If I'm to be
burned slowly cell by
cell or worn down that's
how. Of what use is the body
dancing, except to mark
the vacancy against which we
measure sound? Close your
eyes, out of sight is out of
time, draw your hand
again & again over my
skin & watch me vanish
into darkness, flicker
and reappear, this is my use for
you, shine with it, give
out light.
-Margaret Atwood
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9:05 pm
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Mad Girl's Love Song
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
-Sylvia Plath
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8:42 pm
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The Warm and the Cold
Freezing dusk is closing
Like a slow trap of steel
On trees and roads and hills and all
That can no longer feel.
But the carp is in its depth
Like a planet in its heaven.
And the badger in its bedding
Like a loaf in the oven.
And the butterfly in its mummy
Like a viol in its case.
And the owl in its feathers
Like a doll in its lace.
Freezing dusk has tightened
Like a nut screwed tight
On the starry aeroplane
Of the soaring night.
But the trout is in its hole
Like a chuckle in a sleeper.
The hare strays down the highway
Like a root going deeper.
The snail is dry in the outhouse
Like a seed in a sunflower.
The owl is pale on the gatepost
Like a clock on its tower.
Moonlight freezes the shaggy world
Like a mammoth of ice -
The past and the future
Are the jaws of a steel vice.
But the cod is in the tide-rip
Like a key in a purse.
The deer are on the bare-blown hill
Like smiles on a nurse.
The flies are behind the plaster
Like the lost score of a jig.
Sparrows are in the ivy-clump
Like money in a pig.
Such a frost
The flimsy moon
Has lost her wits.
A star falls.
The sweating farmers
Turn in their sleep
Like oxen on spits.
-Ted Hughes
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| Friday, June 6th, 2008
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10:01 pm - the things one finds on craigslist ...
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best of craigslist > s.f. bayarea > Pink Upholstered Vagina Couch
Originally Posted: Tue, 15 Jan 11:46 PST
Pink Upholstered Vagina Couch
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Date: 2008-01-15, 11:46AM PST
For Sale - beautiful pink "vagina couch" that I made in art school and no longer have space for. The couch is large: measures 5' 3" long, 3' 3" wide at the middle, and stands 2' 3" tall (and is heavy like a couch). The pics are from my portfolio and are several years old; as a result, the couch has some scuffmarks and stains around the bottom from being moved, but otherwise is in excellent shape. A professional upholsterer helped me build the couch, so it is also functional and durable as a piece of furniture. The couch must be picked up in Mendocino, a 3-hour drive north of SF. I am asking for $600 and a loving home! Call Willow at [deleted] or reply to posting.
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| Monday, May 12th, 2008
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6:14 pm - Something NEW: hu-made
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| Friday, April 25th, 2008
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6:58 pm - This isn't finished yet.. but
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For R. P.
There is something
about you
that pulls threads loose
from towels,
and
smashes dishes.
A domestic
discontent.
An edge
too sharp
(though hidden).
Deceptive
dangerous,
dark,
eyes rolled wide
whites showing.
Frantic
frenetic.
You scare
small animals
with
your sudden
starts
and stops.
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