1.31.2005

Castle on a Cloud

this is an audio post - click to play

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Grow Maze

Please, for the love of all that's holy play this game for the next hour and figure out its purpose on the planet.

I just did and I am a better person for it! But don't take my word for it. Ba Doom Chhh!!

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Never give up!

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1.28.2005

Daydream


Remember these? From childhood? How they loomed and beckoned us to places we could not go. Doors and tunnels just out of sight, passageways that curved inside to great rooms and gardens. A whole world just inside that cloud. An actual castle in the sky.

I've never been inside, but I know it belongs to me.

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1.27.2005

My Dynasty Tribute Page

Joan Collins as conniving ex-wife of oil tycoon John Carrington, Alexis Carrington Colby

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The Dynasty of Dynasty Tribute Pages

So, I never particularly cared for the show Dynasty, but obviously I am alone in that antipathy. Everyone else in the known world loves Dynasty and recognizes it for what it is: a crucial cornerstone of our culture and heritage. That is why I decided to here pay homage to the web sites that pay homage to that American made TV Show about rich people in Texas... I think.

Here to tell us why Dynasty is so important to us today is norwegian enthusiast and Dynasty advocate, Stian Presthus. (applause)

Thanks, Stian. Now let's hear a word or two (in broken english) from nivbri... (did I say that right?)

Thank you, nivbri. That was illuminating.

And last but not least, Goran Markovic of Serbia who created the Ultimate Dynasty Site so he could "introduce these extroardinary people to fans and visitors..." Thank you, Goran, for your tireless work!

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1.26.2005

I think all of us can appreciate the humor in this wonderful t-shirt design. I will be ordering one as soon I have the fun money and I intend to wear it on my head the next time I feel inclined to write a post about how needy I am. Thank you for your patience.

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Meet Lucy

I don't know where she's from or if she'll ever read this, but I enjoyed reading her blog.

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1.25.2005

Walking with a Limp

(You only need to do this once to know how fun it is.)

As I was walking to work this morning, my mind seething with the prospect of another (nearly) unbearable day in a small, dingy office in a basement somewhere in Cleveland, I passed a man with his head down, briefcase swinging. As I ducked out of his way I thought, "He could have hit me with that briefcase right in the knee. And if he had, I would be limping right now." And so I started limping. Just to see what that would be like. And suddenly my day didn't look so bad after all.

I limped to the security desk, checked in, limped down the stairs, limped to my office, etc. Anytime anyone asked me what was wrong, I told them that a man in the crosswalk accidentally swung his briefcase into my knee. And then I'd limp away. Sometimes my limp is more pronounced. Sometimes it is barely noticeable, but no matter which it is always there. Even when no one is watching. I limped up the back stairs, for instance, when I had to go to the fifth floor. I limp to and from the bathroom, I'll probably limp on my lunch break walk today around town. I don't see why not.

Today I'm limping. Tomorrow, of course, my leg will be fine again, but for today, I'm slightly crippled.

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1.24.2005

Let a Little Art in Your Life

So today, children, to celebrate the return of Spring (in a couple of months) and to turn our collective minds away from gloomy thoughts of the bleakest day of the year, I thought it would be nice to look at some art from around the world. Here's a small collection of paintings and photographs that (hopefully) will add a sophisticated smile to your day.

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Spring Song - Yousef Karsh

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Doing the Lambeth Walk - Bill Brandt

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Madras Rouge - Matisse (portrait of his wife)

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Seated Riffian - Matisse

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1.23.2005

Happy Bleakest Day!

1.19.2005


Look familiar?

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The artist of this piece is a young Ukrainian woman. I don't know the title of this piece (that'll teach me to do my homework...), but I know I like it!

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1.18.2005


Oksana Protsenko, self portrait

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The artist as a young woman

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1.12.2005

if all of us were right right now

this world makes me mad and sad and lost and lonely and just being in it sometimes overwhelms me and the choices are endless but the losses are too and if just once I did do something right from the gut free from constraints no fear and it was the right thing whatever that means and I broke free from some conundrum I seem to get into and life wasn't about inhibition, moral choices, consequences, destructive forces, deception, weakness, faith and hope if just for once life was a solid tangible thing like the color blue or umbrellas. one simple function, one simple role, one choice - and we all made that one choice (which would no longer be called "choice" obviously) all the time, every day so we got it right and there was no risk and no doubt and no fear and no hesitation and no scream building in the back of your head as you feel your resistance and resolve dissolve inside of you. would it be better?

I need a hug. where's a nephew when you need one?

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Useless Site of the Day

This ought to keep you entertained for a while...

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1.10.2005

I'd rather be...


someplace else.

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1.07.2005

...In Your Pants!


(check out the orange t-shirt. thanks to Calum for the find)

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April Fools

It's never too early to get in the mood...

Good for a laugh at least.

I actually learned last year that April Fool's Day came about in 1564 when the French government decided to relocate the beginning of the New Year from April first to January first (Also called the Gregorian calendar). They forgot to tell the country folk who continued to celebrate on April first for several years. Thus making them April Fools.

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1.06.2005

Use it or Lose it

I just reviewed my links to fellow bloggers who are very pointedly NOT blogging and haven't for a couple of months. So, if you see your link gone it's because I'm tired of checking out the same dull page every four days. Oh, and if you are a frequent visitor and I HAVEN'T put your link up over to the right there... let me know and I'll post you.

Check out the three new photoblogs. Sensitive to light, 35 to go and carte blanche pedicure. I've probably linked to them in the past, but I thought they should be on the list for easy access. Enjoy.

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I think it's a tie


Paper, rock...

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1.04.2005

Big Bird cont.

UPDATE:
Big Bird sent me yet another text message last night -the brave boy- he said, "I got your message... sorry that you feel so slighted. I don't want to lose you, as I consider you a great friend."

Well, damn! He's sorry I feel so slighted. Isn't that nice of him? Caring about my feelings and even apologizing for them? How sweet is that. I, on the other hand, am not sorry that I feel slighted. Not in the least. I rather think it was the appropriate response. I should feel slighted. Because I was slighted.

With "great friends" like him, who needs enemies?

I texted back the following, "this texting is ridiculous. please call me." I have yet to hear from him. I'll keep you posted... I think there will be little else to say. I think I hear the flap of distant wings.

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Some BL we missed

or at least I did. Here's some of what the Random House Dictionary has to say...

blackguard, blackmail, blae, blain, bland (obviously too bland to be remembered), blarney, blastema, blather, blatherskite, blaubok, blazer, bleach, blench, blenny, blepharitis, blight, blintze, blizzard, bloat, blob, blooper, blotch, blotter, blotto, blowzy, blucher.

(definitions added later when I realized how blazy you people really are that you won't look up words for yourself. *rolls eyes*)

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1.03.2005

I Broke Up with Big Bird...

...but he started it.

So I guess it all began several years ago. We met in college. I noticed him immediately sitting in the front of our Culture of Theater class. I soon realized that he always sat in the front, and everyone else soon learned not to sit behind him unless they wanted to sleep.

He was somewhat distracting. In a Logic I class, the professor actually asked him to sit along one wall or the other so he would be out of the direct line of vision. Not even for the students' sake. The professor would often turn around and stop speaking mid-sentence, intensely distracted by the volcano of feathers in front of him. After that, Big Bird tried to sit along the walls or in the back. He even started showing up late so that he could sneak in "without being observed."

He was a very talented performer - had a high, clear voice and a slow rhythm of speech and movement. Despite his size, children found him comforting to be around. He made most of his spending money doing little odds and ends jobs like kids' birthday parties and touring around the local middle schools doing remakes of Grimm's fairy tales. I traveled with him for one show. He was a consummate professional. Always focused, always ready. I'd never met anyone so devoted to their craft. Maybe that's what attracted me. I figured someone that responsible and focused would be a great person to end up with. Little did I know he felt the same about me.

One day during our junior year he showed up at my door to ask me out. I accepted gladly and we went out for dinner and a movie. He slouched as far down in the seat as he could till his knees were up above his shoulders. We stayed in the theater long after the movie was over just talking. Every time I said something he would giggle and say, "Sarah, you're the best!" He always said it just like he meant it.

Then I didn't hear from him for a year. I graduated college, traveled to Europe, fell in love, fell out again, came home. Met up with Big Bird. We had lunch. He told me the exciting news that he had been hired by Sesame Street to tour as ... you guessed it, Big Bird. It was a good fit, really. It made a lot of sense. He would be traveling for a year or so all over the country. We went out again that weekend. He introduced me to his family. And then he left. He sent postcards. I sent letters. But we really didn't say anything. Empty words.

When he came back, he looked me up, again. He took me out, again. We had a lovely time, again. As we said goodbye he promised to call me so we could see each other again before he left. And then he gave me a hug. He really does give the best hugs: big and warm and strong. You just have to remember to breathe through your nose so you don't get feathers in your mouth.

He never called. Not even when I called him and left a message inviting him out. Nothing. No response. So, I assumed he left town and toured the other part of the country or the world or whatever it was he was supposed to be doing just then. He never wrote, he never called. He ceased to exist. My heart was broken.

Now really, one of the cruelest ways you can inform a girl you are not interested in her is to promise to call her and then distinctly fail to do so. I know this from my experience of being the girl. but I took it on the chin and decided to accept the facts and move on. I wrote him off, feathers and all, and went on about my way.

Then suddenly, I'm back on his email list. Not just the mass group list, but also the family list, in an email where he tells everyone he'll be back in town and hopes to see them and all those bright, happy Christmas type things that birds are so good at writing. I decide to shrug it off and look at it as a joke of the universe. Then I get the christmas card, with it's generic greetings and Big Bird's beaky smile. That, too, I ignore, determined to maintain my calm demeanor in the face of his insistent denial of what had actually happened.

But the text message he sent Christmas Eve was the last straw. (I don't even know how he can touch the right buttons. He uses his wing tips. It's clumsy.) "Wishing you and your family a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Missing you and loving you." Bull sh*t. I hatched brave plans to call and confront him. But hating confrontation almost as much as he does (you see, very few people know this, but Big Bird is actually chicken), I texted back the following message: "After being so roundly dissed by you last summer, Big Bird, I think I would prefer not to hear from you. I'm starting to feel like your favorite chew toy."

It made me kind of sad to say that. It sounds so harsh and I know he doesn't like being a bad guy. He perceives himself as being a great guy and works very hard to make sure other people think so too. But I'm done being his occasional fascination.

The feather-brained idiot.

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make a flare

BL-----

How many words can you come up with that begin with the consonant blend BL? As a purist I am not using the internet for help, but I will understand if you feel you need to.

black
bladder
blaggard
blah
blame
blanch
blandish
blank
blanket
blaring
blast, blasted

blatant
bleat
bleery
blemish
blend

blessing
blimp
blind
bling

blink
block
blogger
bloke
blonde
blood, bloody, bleed, bleeding, bleeder, blood-letting etc
blossom
blow, blowing, blew

blue, bluish
bludgeon

blurt

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