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| 07:07pm 20/07/2008 |
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Pierrot & Pierrette, c. 1915, Ida Rentoul Outhwaite, unpublished illustration for Elves and Fairies |
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| Last Cup of Coffee |
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| 10:47pm 19/07/2008 |
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Long day.
Tired.
Good BBQ.
Love my Dad.
No more humidity.
Tired.
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| Hangin' wif ma pops |
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| 07:02pm 19/07/2008 |
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Waiting for Fox to get home, chilling with my Dad. We went to the
company picnic today. Lovely weather though humid.
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| 04:30pm 19/07/2008 |
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or 2006. Pierre Pressure, escaping New Orleans Katrina.
Thing, Thing II, and Toolsie in the background . . .
swellmax edition
Proof, that lotus eating gets you everywhere, or nowhere, or erehwon, or here and there . . .
"Oi! Oi oi!" (we miss you Thing) |
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| LIB |
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| 04:33pm 19/07/2008 |
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It's difficult to capture such a huge event accurately on film.
But this is a nice edit of California dreamin' (aka frontier folly faux pas).
4,000 plus this year . . . at least?
fuckin' dreamers
(lotus eaters et al)
environmental disclaimer: while the LIB crew couldn't have anticipated the need to take into account the hundreds of ground squirrels (and babies at spring time) that were adversely affected by the million decibel sound system, i assure you our camp did everything possible to rescue the little critters that fled their tiny burrow homes. =) |
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| 03:28pm 19/07/2008 |
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I used to suffer from identity crisis. Everything had to go to make room for the new.
The battle is different now. Eroticized and publicized. Izms abound.
The tethers are far reaching, tangled around the heart.
I submit to union only when subdued. |
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| 11:13pm 19/07/2008 |
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неважно, что мгновение прекрасно,
а важно, что оно неповторимо.
И. Губерман |
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| Staycation |
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| 11:22am 19/07/2008 |
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new sketch by Moira Hahn |
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| 04:04pm 19/07/2008 |
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Только что прикол был. Малой наш засыпать не хочет, капризничает. Ну я ему и говорю: - чтож ты не спишь, маленькое ты мое безобразие, времени уже много, а ты лежишь и улыбаешься... Вот сейчас возьму ремень и будет тебе не смешно. Жена смотрит с укоризной. - нет, маленький ты еще для ремня... Вот возьму сейчас шнурок! Все, жена пацталом... |
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| What you are about to see is an illusion, an act of prestidigitation |
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| 11:33am 19/07/2008 |
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music: Minutemen ~ "Shit You Hear At Parties"
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THE DARK KNIGHT IS THE GREATEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO HUMANKIND.
Y'see that? I can say that now, and I ain't even seen it yet. |
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| smalltown foodie adventure |
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| 07:24am 19/07/2008 |
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I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing; I was shocked, though somewhat curious, grabbing the dusty brown and gray can from the shelf as if needing to touch it to confirm its existence; the can, advertising in plain and simple English its curious contents, Shark Fin Soup. My mind reeled with looped documentary footage of sharks being "finned" alive, for their fins alone, before being thrown back to the ocean to drown. I wanted to take the can to the front of the store and demand they remove the product from their shelves. Even more curious, I thought for a moment of buying it, like a momento curio from some exotic hinterland, that I could enshrine in my home as a conversation piece, for it wasn't just the horror of the soup alone, but the horror of the poor design of the can, the ugly brown lettering and gray shark fins displayed against the dirty off-white label; there was nothing remotely appetizing about the presentation of this supposedly revered concoction.
But wait, this was Green Market (a clever misnomer for the recently mourned Jue's Market); I've come to expect and enjoy the sort of giddy curiosity found of scouring their aisles for just the right Asian snack food; you know, the kind with the indecipherable writing and glowing food items presented on the front, where the lure and anticipation of surprise is the single determining factor of purchase. So, why should I be surprised to find a can (and a single can mind you) of Shark Fin Soup on a dusty knee-level shelf in the back of the store? Since the change of ownership there has been a horde of curious new food products emerging on the shelves, most of it probably back-room clutter the owners are hoping to claim a few cents on rather than discard. My shock subsided, and so resumed my shopping.
It seemed my food adventure had only just begun, for I was soon delighted to find two newly-arranged aisles entirely devoted to the wonder of Asian food curiosities and confections. I was very nearly orgasmic with shoppers lust as my eyes scanned the colorful rows of shiny plastic bags covering plastic trays of food items, colorful cans with illegible pictographs stacked up high before me. I wanted to buy it all!
My first selection was a gorgeous 20oz. yellow can with saffron trim displaying three color-saturated lychee fruit, Dragon 88 brand, with two elaborate golden dragons floating on blue clouds resting on the stem of a lychee branch. In heavy syrup. From Thailand. I was hesitant about the quality of a canned lychee, but for $1.19 it went quickly into the basket. I followed this with a smart variety of 12oz. sweetened drinks: Soursop Juice (Vietnam), Basil Seed Drink w/ Honey (Taiwan), Bebida de Pennywort (Thailand), and lastly and most curious, Wonderfarm Brand Fungus de Blanc Nuoc Yen Ngan Nhi (White Fungus Bird's Nest)!! I'm not sure at all what it is, but the ingredients specify water, sugar, and white fungus. Surely a tasty treat contained therein.
My epicurean revelry was short-lived however; as I scanned the rest of the aisle I started to feel a slight queasiness that almost found me putting all the items back to the shelf. Outdated quail eggs, rows and rows of gray fish paste, poorly packaged duck eggs that clearly stated "KEEP REFRIGERATED", pyramid stacks of old Pho bouillon, and giant bags of whole dried squid whose smell screamed through their thin plastic housings. Again, I figured these were storeroom items that had long been forgotten that the new owners were trying to rid on unsuspecting and curious consumers. I checked the expiry dates on all my items. It seemed I was okay, but decided I'd gorged enough.
When I got to the register I told the woman attending that I always love coming in to gawk at what new and strange items have arrived, but that currently there was some seriously strange shit in here, and one item, I said, that I actually found offensive. "What was that?" she asked. "Shark Fin Soup." I said. She proceeded to inform me how its a delicacy in China, and an aphrodisiac too, and how she might be offended if it was a whale, but that she doesn't care about sharks. She then went on to ask if I'd ever watched some "strange food" TV show, and of how they eat penis somewhere-or-other. It struck me sadly how the TV so informs our food consumption habits, while so few of us really know anything about how food is produced or acquired. And it's really just a hop-skip-jump from the Food Channel to the Discovery Channel.
In all honesty though, I had to question myself. Do I really care about the catch of 40 million sharks per year? Are the calamitous woes of the global food market really something I'm passionate about? Or do I, like most folks, prefer rather to console myself, content in my own select variety of curious imported food comforts, resigning the issue for another day. |
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| Help me! |
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| 01:51pm 19/07/2008 |
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Доброго времени, дамы и господа. Обращаясь к вам с просьбой. Умер сони-эриксон w610i, проблема распространенная, просто при загрузке стал выдавать белый экран, т.е. слетела прошивка. Необходимо это дело исправить. Пожалуйста, дайте прямые ссылки на нужную прошивку, прогу для прошивки и желательно пошагнвый фак. Еще интересует нужен ли особый кабель для этой процедуры, в наличии только усб-кабель, который шел в комплекте. Люди, я в нете с телефона, поэтому времени на гугление нет. Кто это делал, пожалуйста откликнетесь. |
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| "It seems so real because it's shot so poorly!" |
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| 01:21am 19/07/2008 |
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music: Edge of Sanity ~ "Crimson II: Passage of Time"
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Yesterday's rental, watched tonight: Cloverfield.
Warning: no spoilers, because the entirety of youse have already seen this thing, but I will say over and over how I don't like it.
There's a character named "Hud." Hud needs to be punched a lot, because Hud is stupid, and because his name is Hud.
I can't remember if it's Hud or not, but there's a character whose entire script was written in "dude." Here's something he might have said at some point. I kept falling asleep: "Rob, dude, like, are you totally okay, dude, bro, man, bro?" "Rob, dude, wait, man, you cool, man, man?" All of his lines are like that. It's very engaging.
Everyone else's lines?
"GO, GO, GO, GO, GO!"
"Move, move, move, move!"
"Over here, c'mon!"
And so on. All stuff I expect to be said when being chased by a huge explodey monster.
The biggest problem I had with the movie (a close second being that I wanted to give each and every character a beatdown with bars of Lever 2000 wrapped in wet towels) was that, during a news report about the military mobilizing to attack the beast, the beast is clearly visible, and yet no one mentions him. He's right there, in front of the military, in front of the dumb reporter (who's obviously not awestruck, because she's talking), in front of all the people watching it on TV, and nobody mentions it. Nobody. It's odd and dumbfounding.
I had a Blair Witch Project flashback, when...Marlena?...I think that's who it was...looks right at the camera and, hyperventilating, says, "I'm so scared!" Instantly reminded me of the very similar scene in BWP.
The kids, I dunno where they get their wherewithall, but it was wholly ineffective. Though being closely followed by an entire armored battalion, they're suddenly shocked when, upon confronting a contingency of beasties, see shells being fired. The heaviest tanks on earth are no more than 3 yards behind them, and yet explosions in the faces of monsters are suddenly shocking. When did you stop noticing armies behind you, kids?
I wasn't scared, or thrown off by the handheld camera tricks. I wasn't fascinated or...well, even interested.
Go to hell, Cloverfield. Don't lemme catch you in my neighborhood or I'll pants you and punch you in the gut. |
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| Kisses and The Kiwi |
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| 11:03pm 18/07/2008 |
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I hung out with two hot chicks at the Terrace tonight. There was beer, talk, and ducks.
Yeah, it was pretty awesome.
I mean, come on. Look at 'em.
Yes, there may be a pun somewhere above. |
( There may have been sunsets involved too ) |
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| пытыдбр |
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| 01:42am 19/07/2008 |
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Ветераны чернобыля скачивайте мод и вступайте в ряды долга ! защитите мир от анархистов и мутанотов ))!!!! |
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| I have a fever.... |
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| 03:05pm 18/07/2008 |
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mood:  amused
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More cowbell - for your iPhone
You better believe I friggin' downloaded it. |
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| 10:10am 18/07/2008 |
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She writes a sort of prose that requires an encyclopedia galactica to interpret its meaning - heavy compression and downtrod like a noble metal, but equally airy and symbiotic like a base compound exposed and vulnerable to the elements. If she were a zeppelin it would be a non-stop flight, unable to dock or descend, no take-off, no landing. As a noetic pathogen - navigates complex laws with combustible fury, aggressively offensive to semantic loopholes, doggedly untangling the distance between two points. Just enough tether between to noose both. |
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