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- Location
- Hamp,
- Birthday
- August 04
- Title
- friend
- Company
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- Bio
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I like cheese, wine, art openings, art shoes, art installations, poetry, single malt scotch, the sublime if I can define it, the ridiculous whenever i can find it, food in general, ethnographic history ie OPS ie Other People's Stories.
MY RECENT POSTS
- The Ghost Cats
April 24, 2012 02:42AM - Ballad of the Broken Bottle
April 13, 2012 12:38AM - Occupy the Dodgers and other
thoughts
March 28, 2012 06:13AM - The Tica Wives
March 12, 2012 02:55AM - Terrible But True Haiku
January 17, 2012 02:52AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “I was just
lonely.”
May 02, 2012 12:10PM - “My default philosophy is
that there is nothing we
can't
figure out if we
invented…”
May 02, 2012 06:41AM - “Blah blah blah blah blah
blah hiccup blah blah blah
blah kiks
someone blah blah
b…”
May 02, 2012 04:28AM - “(They were getting
kicked off of Wordpress or
something and
wanted to import
the…”
May 02, 2012 03:13AM - “The first great pirate
wimmin insurrection occurred
due to a
threat to the
border…”
May 02, 2012 03:06AM
Aim's Links
- New list
- No links in this category.
I Can't Stop Singing
I might as well face it, I'm addicted to karaoke.
A friend of mine (a virgin) once said: "Yeah, but what about BAD karaoke?"
To which I replied: "There is no bad Karoke. Karaoke is intrinsically good."
It might have something to do with being musically inclined, maybe more to… Read full post »
This guy makes my heart soar
This is just a little nugget of how much the human spirit can really overcome all of these bad times.
I share this with you in hopes that you can feel the joy and passion, and dance a little yourselves, when you are SO inspired.
Giving care or Caregiving: a story of caring
Every day, my work presents me with astounding things. Photographs, handcrafted furniture, wheel chair ramps, figurines, sets of china, oxygen tanks, prescription bottles.
I enter peoples homes, as a stranger, to give them care. I'm not a nurse, nor a priest or pastor. I just get hired ,through… Read full post »
Tipping
Let's work on the presumption that you want to pay for a service, and there is a part of the transaction that asks you to come up with an amount of money that reflects that service. Is this a bartering situation? It could be. Is there a prostitute involved? Only if… Read full post »
Oh jobs. I want them until I have them.
So, yeah, I know it's ridiculous to go job hunting inthe weeks before The Holidays.
Also, job hunting. I think of myself in full camo gear, armed with a rifle: "I'm gonna bag me one of them jobs. I'll get one in my sights and * BANG* I'll be taking… Read full post »
No More children or pets in local advertising!
I am totally riffing off dcvdickens hilarious post about the thing that controls the water in your home.
Who designs these things? And while I was pondering that, I started thinking about one of my most favorite, compelling mysteries: Who is behind those cheesy ads for local furniture stores/c… Read full post »
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25 Strange, or Not, but True Things about Me
1.) I grew up in a half way house for developmentally disabled women (we called them retarded then), from age eight to 14. The house was a former mansion for a paper baron in the heyday of industry in Holyoke, Mass. and had… Read full post »
An Open Letter To OS
Hi OS.
I'm sort of new here. I'm enjoying reading many, many posts from the front page, from the most read, from folks who are writing great feedback about a post and I want to read more of THEIR posts. So, I'm reading a lot.
Is the etiquette to comment on… Read full post »
too many to list
I moved to Seattle in December 1989, with five dollars in my pocket. Oh, impetuous youth! I was staying with friends, and we were all broke, and looking for jobs, and we saw an ad for "Flower Sellers" - selling flowers on the side of the road. I kind of liked the… Read full post »
First post: "Entering the Season"
(**Hey, here's my first post ever. I was so sweet and sincere.**)
I always enter the season late: shop on Christmas Eve, forget wrapping paper and bows, feel disengaged while doing the Holiday Thing.
My childhood is a long and complicated thing to describe. It wasn't worse than anybody el… Read full post »
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