I NEED TO IGNORE MYSELF AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE

Also this guy's art takes my breath away every time:

khaleyev_boris 

"To devote yourself to the creation and enjoyment of beauty, then, can be a serious business - not always necessarily a means of escaping reality, but sometimes a means of holding on to the real when everything else is flaking away into . . . rhetoric and plot" (114-115).

~ Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

When Stephen was ten years old, his father Herbert, a distant figure in Stephen's life, abandoned him and his mother. Stephen "famously despised" Foxy;[1] he once wrote a thank-you note to close friend Mary Rodgers that read, "Dear Mary and Hank, Thanks for the plate, but where was my mother's head? Love, Steve."[2] When Foxy died on September 15, ( Read more... )

Moon tries to cheer Billy up by urging him to "Be Like the Bluebird". Billy doubts he will ever see Hope again; he and Moon cannot leave their cell until they return to America. Their card-playing Chinese cellmates, who have been imprisoned for winning all the cash in third class, will be put ashore in England. Moon and Billy win their clothes in a ( Read more... )

There was no line at my 'place of poll.' I wonder if that means that my district is small or apolitical, or whether I just picked a bad time. In defense of my 'place of poll,' there were 3 voting machines & a trio of chuckling elderly black ladies not paying attention to me even though I was the only one in the Place of Poll, a fire station down ( Read more... )

I was looking at the will of a woman who died in 1920, Margaret Crykes. Or Cryke. Or Crike. Crikey, I don't know. Anyway, point being, next to that will was another will - that of a man. In said will, he bequeaths $40 unto his wife per month, so long as she

a) "remains his widow"

b) "does not partake in the consumption of alcoholic beverages"

& ( Read more... )

Dear Brian Piltin ( Read more... )

The best thing in my life right now is other people's children.

Someone punched my nose & broke it, moving it to the side bloodily.

At a sold-out concert, a vivacious, attractive blonde-haired lesbian reached around & kissed me in front of everyone sitting down behind us. We were pressed up against the stage. She used tongue.

At least, that's what I dreamed.

"The different rhythms of rock music reproduce (and therein lies the greatest danger) the rhythms used by the sorcerers of African tribes and in voodoo rites to exasperate the nervous system and even to paralyze the mental process of consciousness."

This was 'restored' from a prior 'saved entry.' Sorry, no idea what it's from.

I have a new coworker ( Read more... )