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Nov. 16th, 2009 @ 03:19 pm if you have a cell phone...
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Cell Phone Numbers go public this month. All cell phone numbers will be released to telemarketing companies.

To prevent this, call 888-382-1222. It blocks your number for five years. Call from the cell phone number you want blocked.

Pass it on!


Peace
Nov. 14th, 2009 @ 03:25 pm 671: Because I Don't Know
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"Because I Don't Know"
May Swenson

Because I don’t know you, I love you:
warm cheeks, full lips, rich smile,
dark irises that slide to the side,
thick lashes, thick hair, gleaming
teeth and eyes, your hand in greeting
warmer than mine, wider in blue shirt,
rolled sleeves, in dark jeans belted –
I liked your robust shoulders, wide neck and
tipped-up chin. That glow is blood
under skin that’s warm to begin with,
almost dusky, the red showing
through—of health, of youth—but more:
your open, welcome, I-could-hug-you look.
We met once or twice, exchanged smiles:
your lips curl-cornered to my thin,
crooked grin; your easy, laughing eyes
to my sharp star. Did it pierce you
there, my look of hunger, like a hook?
I wanted only a sniff, a tongue-tip’s
taste, a moment’s bath in your rare
warmth. That last night, trading
goodbyes, when we kissed—or you did, me—
my hand took your nape, plunged under
the thick spill of your hair. Then
I stepped into the dark, out of the light
of the party, the screen door’s yellow
square sliding smaller and smaller behind
me. You’ve become a dream of ripe
raspberries, in summer country: deep, dark
red lip, clean, gleaming generous smile.
Who owns you? I don’t know. I’ll hide you
away in my dream file. Stay there. Don’t
change. I don’t know you—and had better
no. Because I don’t know you, I love you.
Nov. 14th, 2009 @ 03:21 pm 670: 83%
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Current Music: Rock Your Soul - Elisa
"83%"
Ronna Bloom

My old love comes to my door
and my heart doesn’t pound.
Though I am happy.

83% happy.

Like the Mona Lisa.
Nov. 13th, 2009 @ 06:26 pm 669: Letter Home
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"Letter Home"
Ellen Steinbaum

I love you forever
my father's letter tells her
for forty-nine pages,
from the troopship crossing the Atlantic
before they'd ever heard of Anzio.

He misses her, the letter says,
counting out days of boredom, seasickness,
and changing weather,
poker games played for matches
when cash and cigarettes ran out,
a Red Cross package--soap,
cards, a mystery book he traded away
for The Rubaiyyat a bunkmate didn't want.
He stood night watch and thought
of her. Don't forget the payment
for insurance, he says.

My mother waits at home with me,
waits for the letter he writes day by day
moving farther across the ravenous ocean.
She will get it in three months and
her fingers will smooth the Army stationery
to suede.

He will come home, stand
beside her in the photograph, leaning
on crutches, holding
me against the rough wool
of his jacket. He will sit
alone and listen to Aïda

and they will pick up their
interrupted lives. Years later,
she will show her grandchildren
a yellow envelope with
forty-nine wilted pages telling her

of shimmering sequins on the water,
the moonlight catching sudden phosphorescence,
the churned wake that stretched a silver trail.
Nov. 13th, 2009 @ 02:13 am Cimarron Ridge - San Juan Mountains SW Colorado
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Chimney Rock and Cimarron Ridge – on the way to Owl Creek Pass,
Uncompahgre National Forest – San Juan Mountains, Colorado, USA

I really enjoyed my time in this place, I missed it on my last trip to SW Colorado and had it high on my list of places to visit. I want to go back to spend more time exploring these forests and the other side of the ridge. When I got up to ~10,000ft (not 12,000' like I said in the video) Owl Creek Pass, evening light was starting and some snow was loose in the air. I returned to the west slopes to catch evening alpenglo on the ridge.

I also made an image of approaching weather bringing snow that was featured a couple weeks ago at CreativeTechs.com/training. I had underexposed this exposure by three stops which introduced lines of noise in the dark areas. Jason Hoppe tried a few things trying to minimize the noise without losing detail and ended up blurring the dark cloud area in a selective edit. On screen in the video, it looks like a solution but seeing the original file, I didn't like how the 'texture' of the image varied across the image and the lines of noise outside the blurred area still had noise. Good try but I decided to try a different route by introducing more noise so it was deliberate and a sort of texture... but, in the end, I chose not to use the image and don't have it online to show. Here's Jason's video though with some interesting tries... (my voice is a little garbled in the video because I was talking via phone and not via my computer)

Peace
Nov. 13th, 2009 @ 12:22 am The Needles spires in Canyonlands south of the Colorado River
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The Needles in morning light - Canyonlands National Park, Utah, USA
©2009 Ed Book


on my autumn Rockies tour last month, after I left Colorado on my return toward home, I stopped by Canyonlands to do some scouting (and photography) for a return next spring, perhaps with some students. I arrived in the area late and passed the rock art at Newspaper Rock too late to photograph and then stopped for the night along the road to the national park.

In the morning I was up before first light wondering where I would find a location for morning images with no pre-scouting... It's as if one is racing the sun and not knowing where it would come up and what it would paint with morning alpenglo... I drove toward the national park and was surprised by the sun rising without much color in the sky and no discernible earth shadow opposite the rising sun.

I was at this location and was looking at the map still wondering what, where, but I did know when, (and it was that moment)... I pulled out camera and tripod and set up just as the sun broke through the distant cloud bank in the east to paint warm light on the needles and I was clicking...

The Needles (seen in the distance in this image) form the southeast corner of Canyonlands and was named for the colorful spires of Cedar Mesa Sandstone that dominate the area. Later in the day, I would be much closer to the spires when I hiked the Elephant Hill trail toward Elephant Canyon. I ran out of daylight and didn't want to be caught on the trail after dark because it's difficult to follow in the dark (and in some places a challenge finding it again if one wanders away from the track).

It normally takes a couple days, at least, before I get into the making images mode, but, there in Canyonlands, I only had one day and I was lucky to start clicking with the scenery immediately... a very prolific imagemaking day it was... I'm excited for a return in the spring. wanna go?

Peace

Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 08:31 pm one more wet image then I'll post something from the desert
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When I was making the exposure for this image I knew that it would be too noisy to be a literal image because of the low light situation and the Canon G9's inability to handle high ISOs and/or low light conditions without gross noise. (here's the rhetorical quiz) What does Ed do when faced with a situation where trying to minimize a potential flaw (noise in this case) would be futile? A: Ed exaggerates the flaw to make it obvious and thus intentional. In this image I allowed the noise and bumped the ISO higher to exaggerate it. Then, after some optimizing and metadata (filling in the blanks) in Photoshop Lightroom 2, I jumped to Photoshop CS3 to desaturate (color noise just looks too funky to me) and then add some texture and contrast play using a high pass filter a few times. In this display of the image, the texture isn't noticeable, but it is in a print or full screen display.

Peace
Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 06:07 pm watching the rain and ignoring the rain
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would you watch or ignore the rain?


Many who cross the sound often or daily absorb themselves in books, laptops, newspapers, or conversation to ignore the crossing.  I've lived in western Washington state only since '73 so haven't been here long enough to get tired of the rain and don't ride the ferries often enough to get tired of the view - even if the view is fogged by rain...  but I've always been like that, I love to enjoy the view when I go from here to there or from there to there or there to here...   Back when I worked for wages at the place in Bremerton that did stuff to ships, I enjoyed my commute and the view, especially on the way home - for more than the fact that I was going away from that place... I often took the long way home... often my ten mile commute would stretch to fifty or a hundred or more miles and even in the rain... and even though I usually rode a motorcycle.

Now, that I work at home, I often sit by a window watching
the rain...

but, today, no rain,  cold and mostly clear but no rain... but, I watched for it...

Peace

ps this afternoon I saw the bright orb drop from a cloud and hide behind the Olympic Mountains...
 
Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 05:05 pm another image while crossing Puget Sound
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Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 03:27 pm another beautiful Puget Sound day
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here in western Washington state, we sometimes see the rain coming and other times we see the promise of some light behind that rain... but often the sun sets before the clouds part enough to see what that light might be... 

Today, hmmm, there's a strange blue cloud covering most of the sky and I saw a shadow a few minutes ago but didn't turn fast enough to see the orb causing it.

you just have to get used to it, huh Bran?

Peace

Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 11:05 am 668: Everyone is Afraid of Something
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"Everyone is Afraid of Something"
Dannye Romine Powell

Once I was afraid of ghosts, of the dark,
of climbing down from the highest
limb of the backyard oak. Now I'm afraid

my son will die alone in his apartment.
I'm afraid when I break down the door,
I'll find him among the empties-bloated,
discolored, his face a stranger's face.

My granddaughter is afraid of blood
and spider webs and of messing up.
Also bees. Especially bees. Everyone,
she says, is afraid of something.

Another fear of mine: that it will fall to me
to tell this child her father is dead.

Perhaps I should begin today stringing
her a necklace of bees. When they sting
and welts quilt her face, when her lips
whiten and swell, I'll take her
by the shoulders. Child, listen to me.
One day, you'll see. These stings
Are nothing. Nothing at all.
Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 10:34 pm 769
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This is my 769th post. Mmm, more than enough. Let me finish off with few jumbled thoughts.

It started sometime, somehow. It continued to flow, blogs were more or less very personal. In the recent past its character got changed drastically. Personal touch got washed away completely. Certain kind of political hue, a certain way of looking at issues started emerging. It was not conscious. As I look back, some issues triggered it. (Leaving NCST pygmied my favorite themes, I lost my favorite characters around whom I made a world.  That environment never came back.)

My last phase in mumbai coincided with the rise of whole sale dealers of marathas - MNS. That was a phase in which I started developing a dislike to be in Mumbai. To be an alien in a place is unbearable. For me I was as much an outsider as a UP wallah or Bihari was. Not so long after that I shifted to bangalore. Bangalore received me with serial bomb blasts - on the very day I landed. Then another nuisance - namely SRS started lifting its head. There was nothing humorous to write, climate was not suitable for my thoughts to wander.

Man being a social animal has to be aware of his surroundings, politics, social issues, economics. He should be aware of the developments happening in and around the world. In short a responsible citizen has to be an informed citizen. That is my view. Otherwise I will be an illiterate literate. Being an
illiterate literate irritates me. Myself, being from the land of politically conscious kerala, where fire spitting discussions on any world issues happen with fiery spirit, under palm leaf thatched tea shops, over a cup of tea, I had no option but to succumb. (90% of software people are not informed as these kerala tea shop social beings.)

That is the main reason why my posts took a different way. I believe that my recent posts would have given a regular reader an idea of why I think in a particular way. It is worth it if someone sees some sense on it, or at least it will give a different perspective of looking at issues. But the downside of it was the blog seized to be a data bank sort of thing where materials of interest got posted with the intention of future reference. With this I am putting an end to blogging, as I will not be able straighten it up - that is going back to the original personalised blogging - I have lost me somewhere. 

Yo, my 769th blog. You stay here for ever :)

-Roopesh

Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 05:21 pm I only want to enjoy my childhood, ma
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Very nice article :

http://beta.thehindu.com/opinion/open-page/article45377.ece

The author says : Dear co-parents, some of us might hear a small, fading voice making yet another attempt to reach us. Some thing we ignore. But are there any schools with alternative methods in India?

-Roopesh

There is yet another, even smaller, even weaker voice, not even making an attempt to reach us - those who are denied even basic education, those who are forced to quit the school, those who are branded as school dropouts. We should write for them too.



Nov. 12th, 2009 @ 02:14 pm Don't Speak Hindi...
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You should not speak in hindi, said the MNS. You disgraced maratha said Bal Thackeray.

Friends, it is better for your well being to follow me. Speak less! Try to convey your ideas using different forms of actions.

Start trying it from now own. It will come to your safety in future, not so far, when people would get killed for speaking and not for speaking particular languages.

If you need any technical advice, like how to convey something using sign language, you are always welcome to contact me. I might think of charging some fees if the response is overwhelming.

-Roopesh
Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 02:32 pm A True Gift for Veterans - Peace
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I just found this and wanted to pass it on...

For OpEdNews: Rowan Wolf - Writer

The U.S. is deeply embedded in the mythology of the heroism of the warrior culture. There is a lot of rhetoric about the courage and sacrifice of the those who have fought (versus those who have served) for our "freedom." Never is that "freedom" defined. However, it is true that many have served - willingly or not - under the belief they our protecting our "freedom" and "our way of life." I will not besmirch those sacrifices, nor will I be silent on the utterly shameful way that both the government and the people of the United States have met the needs of those who have served. We call them "heroes," but as a nation living with heroes is a more difficult task than remembering (once in a while) those who have died.

Many return from their service transformed All too often, they are too uncomfortably transformed to fit into the "civilian" flow of life. For some, it is more comfortable to return to bloody combat and the risk of death, than to return to friends and family, and co-workers, and a clueless populace. The adrenaline, and violence, and death-linked comradery is a real embrace. The invisibility and lack of understanding of "home" is a different kind of death.

For some, there is no return to war zones, and for better or worse they wrestle the demons and some "win" and some "lose." Some rebuild their lives. Some end up on the streets, or in the jails, or numbed by drugs of choice. Many, and certainly their families, cling with all their might to the comfortable myth that "it was all for a grander purpose."

I have heroes who are veterans. I have watched many face the demons of war (and military "actions") that remain with them - often for a life time. One of the sacrifices they made is the tattering of a glamorized entertainment myth of war and fighting in the face of bloody reality and burned indelibly upon their mind's eyes, and upon their hearts. It is a cost beyond bearing, and one that goes virtually unacknowledged by the populace.

Instead, they all too frequently face a betrayal by those societally tasked to know - and support - them. Namely, the Department of Defense, and the various military services, and the Veterans Administration. Conditions such as PTSD and psychological issues are frequently ignored, or those who have served are dissuaded from pursuing services. Then there are those other things that the military does not want to acknowledge, and therefore refuses to provide service - the "atomic" vets, agent orange, depleted uranium, Gulf War Syndrome, the effects of vaccinations, the paltry benefits left to the families of the fallen, the list goes on and on. The realities of serving - or surviving serving.

Once a year (twice if we count Memorial Day) the nation is called on to recognize these heroes - standing and fallen. This sanitized recognition does not mean embracing the reality of the service or the true sacrifices made. This sanitized recognition does not even recognize the human and national costs of that service. Certainly, nothing is said in this war glorifying culture regarding what the best recognition should really be - a commitment to ending war and working for peace. Yes, peace is work - ongoing work. However many veterans DO make this commitment, and for veterans that commitment comes at a higher price than for most who have never served.

So I want to say thank you to the most courageous of veterans who I know - those veterans who struggle for peace. They have fought, and continue to fight, incredible internal battles while waging the most significant of struggles - the struggle for peace. Thank you veterans for this ongoing service to an ungrateful nation. Thanks also to those veterans organizations that struggle untiringly for peace and truth, and support those who have served in this critical struggle.

Please thank a veteran, and thank a Veteran's organization such as those below. Importantly, also commit to fighting for veteran's rights and to creating a world where such sacrifices are never needed again.

Veterans for Peace

Iraq Veterans Against the War

Veterans Against the Iraq War

*my edit:  WinterSoldier.org

 

www/uncommonthought.com/mtblog/

Rowan Wolf is an activist and sociologist living in Oregon. She is the founder and principle author of Uncommon Thought Journal


Peace,
Ed


* I changed the link from one that was obviously incorrect.

Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 04:28 pm 667: Skinny-Dipping After Work at the Drive-In
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Current Music: Я устал - Quest Pistols
"Skinny-Dipping After Work at the Drive-In"
Debra Nystrom

No moon; the pickup's headlights stare
across the river from the bluff above, where
fields of sunflower heads turn away,
waiting for dawn. It's cold, yelps Amy,
and Brian calls where are you
but she screams no, get away, so
he and Tommy laugh, dive under for
her legs again. In March I skated over
this same place, past Farm Island, leaving
my track lines in the snow hard to imagine
now, and even then the water must
have moved like this beneath me, erasing
bodies' outlines, as if everything touched
everything all the time.
Nov. 11th, 2009 @ 12:32 am 666: Rift
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"Rift"
Adrienne Rich

I have in my head some images of you:
your face turned awkwardly from the kiss of greeting
the sparkle of your eyes in the dark car, driving
your beautiful fingers reaching for
a glass of water.
                          Also your lip curling
at what displeases you, the sign of closure,
the fending-off, the clouding-over.
                              
                   Politics.
you'd say, is an unworthy name
for what we're after.

                              What we're after
is not that clear to me, if politics
is an unworthy name.

When language fails us, when we fail each other
there is no exorcism. The hurt continues. Yes, your scorn
turns up the jet of my anger. Yes, I find you
overweening, obsessed, and even in your genius
narrow-minded - I could list much more -
and absolute loyalty was never in my line
once having left it in my father's house -
but as I go on sorting images of you
my hand trembles, and I try
to train it not to tremble.
Nov. 10th, 2009 @ 05:57 pm Its My Birthday - WooHooo!
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Current Mood: happy
Current Music: Alabama 3 - Hello... I'm johnny cash

I'm proud to share my birthday with the remembrance day on the 11th November ill wear my poppy with pride. those who gave their lives in WWI deserve our gratitude and not just them but all the all wars deserve the recognition (not of  glory but of the  and World war horror they involve).


i always love celebrating birthday for me  its more than just cebrating a birthday its celebrating life and i want to embrace my life. Anyway here's the plan.


 

10th Nov  - Alabama 3 gig in London
11th  -  Lunch and Dinner with some very Special people in my life :P (
Shweta and Iain)

Oh yea, I almost forgot......... 

IM GOING PARIS FOR THE WEEKEND  :P From 13th -15th Nov

 

Time to celebrate many many good things 2009 has brought to me!


also have a look at my new website its up but  it need some work done, mostly next month.  www.paragsankhe.com






Nov. 9th, 2009 @ 11:23 pm 665: Unhappy Hour
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"Unhappy Hour"
Richard Siken

Going to a party where I knew you'd be,
dudes bobbing for boyfriends, eyes shining
like candy apples. I want to be a lamppost,
or the history of plumbing. I am tired of being
mysterious. You are drinking rum next to
the laughing skullheads and I am unhappy
because I am dead and I miss you. Once
a year, day of the dead, you think you'd think
of me more often. These people shoulda
dressed up as their best selves to mix and
mingle in the courtyard garden. If everything
is green then why do I feel so blue? I would like
to be a plain-faced man, living with you quietly.
Leave the party but you can't hear me you can
no longer hear me. The dead are boring.
Enlightenment is boring. We can read the minds
of dogs. We make the black cats scatter across
the grass. There is a better party where I am not
a ghost and you are not Aquaman. I am like
a pornstar, we are all of us pornstars aching
to get back into our terrycloth robes. Gives me
a headache, all this intellectual stimulation.
It's cold out tonight. I am here by the back wall,
in the museum of the afterlife. I would like to
be a flickering cowboy. I like the live music--
we only get the recorded stuff here. I would like
to be alive again. I would like to say something
about grace.




Unrelated: Why do people feel that other people strangers' business is their business and that they have the right to ask any deeply personal question that they want and then get frustrated when the stranger doesn't answer? And how are you supposed to respond to one of those bothersome people asks such a question?
Nov. 10th, 2009 @ 02:23 am Cycling to work is refreshing.
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Current Location: United Kingdom, London
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Alabama 3 - Woke up This Morning

It’s been a month since I started work at a Soho production company and I must say it’s been a good month. I have cycled to work more of less every day; the 30 minute, 8Km (5miles) commute each way is refreshing and remarkably beautiful. I literally think about nothing but the task at hand. It’s me on my bike getting to where I want to go. It's really the closest I get to meditation. I feel sorry for non-cyclists folks sometimes. Horrific commute stuck on a train/bus sitting beside grumpy people in the morning and even grumpier on the way back- shit TV – bed.

I have always used a mountain bike but I am planning to move to a road bike with slightly chunkier tyres than an average 700c road bike.  I am certain that with a road bike I will be going at least 5-6 mph faster with same effort mountain bike.

 Cycling to work is just perfect for me.

1. I get to office in 30 min where as 1:10 Hr on the London transport)

2. It saves me 5 pounds every day.

3. It keeps me fit.

4. You get to see nice smiley faces (and some nice legs...) of the other cyclists.

5. When you get to work you feel really pumped up. 

There is just one problem that I have to face every day: to be faced by cyclist with wet sweaty strip down the middle of their lycra shorts. Ahh ...Ahhhh.... it’s a painful sight to see. I think I am being a bit cruel to all these people coz I don’t sweat at all. Is there not a special anti-perspirant for down there? Most of these people aren't riding far enough to justify lycra riding gear anyway- you are better off by far with a good pair of regular shorts- comfortable, practical, pockets you can use and no sweaty cracks.

Cycling can be a way to lose weight because it burns the energy. It also reduces the risk of conditions such as heart disease, high blood pressure and obesity.

If you are in UK then There is also funding available to buy your bike, helmet and accessories – tax free bikes – for more info go to www.cyclescheme.co.uk its a Program run by Government to encourage more people to cycle.

I am glad I enjoy cycling, there are days where cycling is the best thing about the day. Apart from a snuggle with the loved one of course.

Nov. 9th, 2009 @ 10:15 pm author of evil - isms et al
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Current Mood: contemplative
1. People whose reasoning gets over-sucked by the past f*** their future. Most isms seem to be a built-up of past observed pseudo-correlations.

2. There seems no end to the political evil; if you eradicate casteism, religionalism, sectism, regionalism etc. and say that mottos and slogans should focus only on developmentism, who would decide what is the right path of development? the leader who can influence the best! If he defines development in terms of military prowess then so be it. He who has the right support is right. "RIGHT" for the sake of million jobs might not be right for the society/nature etc. but so be it!
Nov. 9th, 2009 @ 01:06 am Reading list
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Two new books :

Shock Doctrine - Naomi Klein
No Logo - Naomi Klein

Thinking of posting chapter wise gist.

-Roopesh 
Nov. 7th, 2009 @ 08:59 pm Frog Pocket - Dungeon Hills
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Nov. 7th, 2009 @ 12:42 am Grand Prismatic Spring travertine terraces
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Nov. 6th, 2009 @ 08:06 pm 664: When A Man Hasn't Been Kissed
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Current Mood: okay
"When A Man Hasn't Been Kissed"
Jeffrey McDaniel

When I haven't been kissed in a long time,
I walk behind well-dressed women

on cold, December mornings and shovel
the steamy exhalations pluming from their lips

down my throat with both hands, hoping
a single molecule will cling to my lungs.

When I haven't been kissed in a long time,
I sneak into the ladies room of a fancy restaurant,

dig into the trashcan for a napkin
where a woman checked her lipstick,

then go home, light candles, put on Barry White,
and press the napkin all over my body.

When I haven't been kissed in a long time,
I start thinking leeches are the most romantic

creatures, cause all they want to do is kiss.
If only someone invented a kinder, gentler leech,

I'd paint it bright pink and pretend
Winona Ryder's lips crawled off her face,

up my thigh, and were sucking on my swollen
bicep. When I haven't been kissed

in a long time, I create civil disturbances,
then insult the cops who show up,

till one of them grabs me by the collar
and hurls me up against the squad car,

so I can remember, at least for a moment,
what it's like to be touched.




This evening I attended a reading by a woman who won an award from my university for the novel she published last year. There was a question and answer section during which someone asked if she ever had writer's block. Her response was that no, she never had writer's block, but she did have spells of depression during which she could not bring herself to work on her book. To combat those feelings, she wrote anything and everything. She would turn on movies and transcribe the entire thing or watch televisions shows and write down everything that happened and sometimes snippets of what she had copied down inspired her to write. I just found that interesting - that someone depressed could still work even if she felt she could not. (I did not express that very well. My apologies.)
Nov. 6th, 2009 @ 10:55 am an edquiz: whatisit? / whereisit?
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Poll #1481715 it's...
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 35

what/where is this

View Answers

flooded rice paddies in Arkansas just west of the Mississippi River
1 (2.9%)

stairs at Steffin Hill School, Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania
0 (0.0%)

riverbank shale Slippery Rock River, McConnell's Mill, Pennsylvania
12 (34.3%)

Grand Prismatic Spring, Yellowstone NP Wyoming
5 (14.3%)

slickrock sandstone, Elephant Canyon, Canyonlands NP, Utah
6 (17.1%)

sidewalk I-80 rest stop west of Cheyenne, Wyoming
1 (2.9%)

walkway under the waterfall, Watkins Glen, New York
0 (0.0%)

the bottom during low water at Thurmond lake on the Savanna River, Georgia/South Carolina
3 (8.6%)

Ocracoke Island sand on the Outer Banks, North Carolina
1 (2.9%)

waste paper Townsend bag mill, Port Townsend, Washington
0 (0.0%)

Pennsylvania Blue Stone (not always blue) along US-6 west of Waynesboro, Pennsylvania
1 (2.9%)

a rock along the Ausable River in the Ausable Chasm, Adirondack Mountains, New York
1 (2.9%)

marble along the Long Trail in the Green Mountain Wilderness north of Smuggler's Gap, Vermont (not far from Ben & Jerry's ice cream plant
0 (0.0%)

parking spot at The Yurt, Mount Tahoma Trails, near Mount Rainier, Washington
0 (0.0%)

sand uncovered at the bottom of our llama pasture after last night's very heavy rain, Nika Trail, Washington
4 (11.4%)


see my answer to the question for the correct answer (click the 'view answers' link in the comments section)

As in all my quizzes, I've been to all of these places...

Peace

Nov. 5th, 2009 @ 04:41 pm 663: Second Opinion
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[info]exceptindreams
Current Music: Forget and Not Slow Down - Relient K
Warning: This poem discusses abortion. )
Nov. 6th, 2009 @ 01:21 am A Painting's value
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[info]moebiuscurve
Current Mood: artistic
I have never been able to understand how a good painting is evaluated. Is it story, ideas they represent, aesthetics or a combination of others that makes one painting better than the other. So maybe, I will put my naive understanding in a list. These are some of the things which according to my understanding, in combination, define and describe a painting's value:

List... )
Nov. 5th, 2009 @ 01:26 am (no subject)
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[info]ruincutter
What it comes down to is this -

This is what I've got to work with,
either accept it or move on.
Nov. 4th, 2009 @ 11:17 pm for those who Facebook
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[info]edbook
EdBookPhoto.com     fan page

Peace

Nov. 4th, 2009 @ 12:07 am 662: untitled
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[info]exceptindreams
Current Music: Undisclosed Desires - Muse
"untitled"
E. Ethelbert Miller

when there are no more poems to be written
go & wake the dead
tell them that the war is over
that victory is ours
tell them that the living too
have found peace
Nov. 5th, 2009 @ 02:40 am Planting News...
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[info]_dodo_
In between all the news of media corruption I will tell a personal incidence. I am staying in a house for rent, the house owner is an ex journalist, now he is a news planter :) Corporate companies and all prefer news instead of advertisements. Means if a company introduces a product, instead of an advertisement , the company can approach a news planter. The news planter has a journalist network, he will only create the news, gives it to various media houses, and it will come as a news item. Business journalism... 

-Roopesh
Nov. 5th, 2009 @ 02:32 am On Telecom Scam - interview
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[info]_dodo_
Senior Journalist Paranjoy Guha Thakurta talks about the rs. 50,000 cr (10 billion USD) 2g license scam pulled of by Communications and Information Technology minister A. Raja

http://newsclick.in/?q=node/739

Another excellent article by
Prabir Purkayastha

 
http://newsclick.in/?q=node/734

Do read it...
Nov. 5th, 2009 @ 02:13 am Seema Mustafa on "Media Packages" in India, (in Newsclick.in)
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[info]_dodo_
http://newsclick.in/?q=node/748

Please watch the interview. Seema Mustafa's last point is worth following - of a media commission to act as a media watch.


FYI....  NewsClick.in brings an alternate perspective to that of the corporate media that dominates the world today. This possible as it is based on voluntary efforts and contributions of readers and our well wishers who want to see an independent voice on matters that affect them. It will address the key issues in today's world -- issues from the point of view of the poor, the working class, the farmers -- all of which are virtually missing from the coverage of the corporate media.

http://newsclick.in/

Please keep following it...

Nov. 4th, 2009 @ 03:40 pm Firefox passes IE6 in browser share...
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[info]moebiuscurve
http://arstechnica.com/microsoft/news/2009/11/october-2009-browser-stats-firefox-finally-passes-ie6.ars
Nov. 3rd, 2009 @ 10:40 pm 661: Her Long Illness
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[info]exceptindreams

"Her Long Illness"
Donald Hall

    Daybreak until nightfall,
he sat by his wife at the hospital
    while chemotherapy dripped
through the catheter into her heart.
    He drank coffee and read
the Globe. He paced; he worked
    on poems; he rubbed her back
and read aloud. Overcome with dread,
    they wept and affirmed
their love for each other, witlessly,
    over and over again.
When it snowed one morning Jane gazed
    at the darkness blurred
with flakes. They pushed the IV pump
    which she called Igor
slowly past the nurses' pods, as far
    as the outside door
so that she could smell the snowy air.

Nov. 3rd, 2009 @ 06:17 pm no entry to the Wisdom Community Building
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[info]edbook
Wisdom, a rural southwestern Montana village had two saloons, a liquid fertilizer company, a gas station, general store, restaurant, this community building and WIFI.  When I was there, I watched one of my online classes that just happened to be online live when I stopped for lunch.  Wisdom sits in the middle of a broad high rangeland valleys along the Continental Divide with mountain ranges in the distance east and west.  The forest to the east had a wide plume of smoke that reached miles across the forest.  The waitress said that it had been burning five weeks.  East the next couple days driving eastward, thick smoke filled the air softening details - not a good thing for broad landscape images. 
 
 
Nov. 2nd, 2009 @ 08:59 pm 660: Otherwise
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[info]exceptindreams
Current Mood: gloomy
"Otherwise"
Jane Kenyon

I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.

At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.