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Alene (or The Grand Duchess)
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[09 Dec 2006|08:13pm] |
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| When The Sun Came Up, We Were Sleeping In. |
[24 Nov 2004|02:18pm] |
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sing me something soft,
sad & delicate
or loud & out of key.
sing me anything.
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I really don't want to clean. But my room is a distaster.
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| I - I - Love To Be With You. |
[26 Sep 2004|07:58pm] |
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You are fearfully and wonderfully made.
and
I love you.
[but never as much as]
God Loves You.
because God loves you
more than man could ever begin to know.
and He knows when you cry,
and when you're jealous,
and when you feel pretty,
and when the book you're holding in your hands
makes you smile.
and every minute of the day,
and every second of your life.
And if you let Him, he will
shower you with His love.
That's what I learned today.
I hope you already knew it. And I hope you know it now.
[Everyone should know it.]
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| An RKO Radio Picture. |
[09 Aug 2004|08:43pm] |
1907 - 2005
Whatever happened to Fay Wray?
That delicate satin draped frame
As it clung to her thigh.
How I started to cry,
Cause I wanted to be dressed just the same.
Don't dream it; be it.
--- Rocky Horror Picture Show.
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[01 Aug 2004|06:43pm] |
Happy Birthday, Sarah Rose!
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| Here's Looking At You, Seattle. |
[19 Jul 2004|09:11pm] |
an ode to Starbucks
you greet me in the morning,
standing steady on powder springs rd.
as a line of cars file past,
their proverbial nose to the proverbial
grindstone.
and I see you, with temptation
and seduction reflecting
from your windows –
or is that just the rising sun?
it burns my eyes in a way that could be
either.
but when I allow myself the luxury
of a cafe mocha – tall, for you
are rich and heavy,
and overwhelming to my small,
caffeine addicted heart –
i know that heaven is
here, heating my hands as
i walk back to my car.
heating my hands through the
brown cardboard ring that hugs
my cup, with a green goddess
of java sitting serenely in the center.
some say you are overpriced.
some say you are but a
play on the yuppie’s desire for
coolness and empty wallets.
they ask,
can you not make it at home,
for some much cheaper than you pay?
but I say to them,
is 2.78 too much for this
16 oz. paradise?
every morning at 8 am?
yes, it is too much.
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| If I Were A Gate I'd Be Swing-ing! |
[14 Jul 2004|11:36am] |
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If I were a month, I'd be: April.
If I were a day of the week, I'd be: Friday.
If I were a time of day, I'd be: 9:45 PM.
If I were a planet, I'd be: Neptune.
If I were a sea animal, I'd be: a beautiful meeermaid. Like Ariel!!
If I were a direction, I'd be: East.
If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be: an old leather chair for the library.
If I were a sin, I'd be: talking too much.
If I were a historical figure, I'd be: Abigail Adams.
If I were a liquid, I'd be: stream water.
If I were a tree, I'd be: a weeping willow.
If I were a bird, I'd be: a duck. quack quack.
If I were a tool, I'd be: a saw. [it doubles as a musical instrument!]
If I were a flower/plant, I'd be: a morning glory.
If I were a kind of weather, I'd be: a light rain on a cloudy day.
If I were a mythical creature, I'd be: Pegasus.
If I were a musical instrument, I'd be: a violin.
If I were an animal, I'd be: a cat.
If I were a color, I'd be: pink.
If I were an emotion, I'd be: a crush.
If I were a vegetable, I'd be: green peas.
If I were a sound, I'd be: laughter.
If I were an element, I'd be: copper.
If I were a car, I'd be: a vintage Mercedes.
If I were a song, I'd be: 'Kiss Me' by Sixpence None the Richer.
If I were a movie, I'd be: Sabrina with Audrey Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart.
If I were a book, I'd be: Nine Stories by J.D. Salinger.
If I were a food, I'd be: strawberry ice cream on a waffle cone.
If I were a place, I'd be: London.
If I were a material, I'd be: cotton.
If I were a taste, I'd be: a rum&coke.
If I were a scent, I'd be: old books & rose water.
If I were a religion, I'd be: Christianity.
If I were a word, I'd be: dynamic.
If I were an object, I'd be: a vintage poster.
If I were a body part, I'd be: a pair of lips.
If I were a facial expression, I'd be: a bemused smile and bright eyes.
If I were a subject in school, I'd be: English.
If I were a cartoon character, I'd be: Madeline.
If I were a shape, I'd be: a circle.
If I were a number, I'd be: 8.
If I were a TV show I'd be: Gilmore Girls.
If I were a hobby I'd be: playing dress-up.
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| Bright Green Ballet Flats, To Match The Polka-Dotted Scarf. |
[12 Jul 2004|04:26pm] |
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It's an amazing thing about shopping. When you do it right and carefully build and change your wardrobe [one sale at a time], you can change yourself. Whatever it is that will change you, you pay for it. And it's yours, fair and square. And if it can survive a few washes and still keep its charm, it's a real part of you.
You can become whoever you want to be, if you play your cards right.
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Lou Tellegen was a silent star who had an affair with Sarah Bernhardt [37 years his senior]. He married 5 times - most notably to an opera singer who was the lover of a Crowned Prince of Germany. Lou looks brooding and handsome in early photographs. A little dopey in older ones. He stabbed himself in the heart 7 times with a pair of scissors in October, 1934. He had cancer but they never told him. He had no career left, and that he knew.
No one remembers him now. Even Google lays his name to rest, for the most part.
Stabbing yourself in the heart 7 times with a pair of scissors. You've got to admire the man's stamina. I don't think I could manage it once.
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Maybe you aren't changing yourself after all.
Maybe you're only making people see what was there all along.
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| One For The Gipper. |
[05 Jun 2004|10:40pm] |
You know, in the entire eight years he was in office, Reagan never took off his jacket in the oval office, out of respect? That's an incredible man just for that, not even counting all the other things he did.
What am Honest-To-Goodness respectable guy.
I pray for his family. It's so hard having a loved one sick for so long. I'm sure it's actually better now.
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| The Blue Air Rushes Above My Ceiling, There Are Suns Beneath My Floor. |
[12 May 2004|07:40am] |
'Morning Song From Senlin'
by Conrad Aiken
It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning
When the light drips through the shutters like the dew,
I arise, I face the sunrise,
And do the things my fathers learned to do.
Stars in the purple dusk above the rooftops
Pale in a saffron mist and seem to die,
And I myself on swiftly tilting planet
Stand before a glass and tie my tie.
Vine-leaves tap my window,
Dew-drops sing to the garden stones,
The robin chirps in the chinaberry tree
Repeating three clear tones.
( It is morning. . . )
Good morning.
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[31 Dec 2003|06:37pm] |
Happy New Year!
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| Jesus Turns The Big Two-Oh-Oh-Three. |
[24 Dec 2003|04:38pm] |
The Birth of Jesus Foretold
In the sixth month, God sent the angel Gabriel to Nazareth, a town in Galilee, to a virgin pledged to be married to a man named Joseph, a descendant of David. The virgin's name was Mary. The angel went to her and said, "Greetings, you who are highly favored! The Lord is with you."
Mary was greatly troubled at his words and wondered what kind of greeting this might be. But the angel said to her, "Do not be afraid, Mary, you have found favor with God. You will be with child and give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David, and he will reign over the house of Jacob forever; his kingdom will never end."
"How will this be," Mary asked the angel, "since I am a virgin?"
The angel answered, "The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the holy one to be born will be called the Son of God. Even Elizabeth your relative is going to have a child in her old age, and she who was said to be barren is in her sixth month. For nothing is impossible with God."
"I am the Lord's servant," Mary answered. "May it be to me as you have said." Then the angel left her.
The Birth of Jesus
In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. And everyone went to his own town to register.
So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.
The Shepherds and the Angels
And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, "Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger."
Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,
"Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace to men on whom His favor rests."
When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let's go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about."
So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.
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| If I Could Think Of Something Funny, I Swear You'd Be The First To Know. |
[03 Dec 2003|09:47pm] |
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It's been a long day.
There's this really tacky house in our neighborhood that has a 6 foot inflatable polar bear with a scarf and hat by their driveway. But that's not all. . .
Wait for it. . .
They also have a seven foot tall Homer Simpson dressed as Santa.
I don't think you really got that one. Let it just sink in for a minute. Seven foot tall. Homer Simpson. Dressed as Santa. [And he's a crappy looking Homer, too. He looks fake.]
I can't think of a better way to celebrate the birth of Our Lord and Savior than with a seven foot tall Homer in a Santa suit. Can you?
With that in mind ( who wants a christmas card from me? )
I saw these really cute cards from MoMA I wanted - badly - but they're wicked expensive. So I'll have to find some cheap ones at Target. I'm sorry.
And that's my story.
P.S. - When did LJ get all these easy to use special features? It used to be a bitch to post a poll, now they practically do it for you. I don't feel as accomplished as I did with my first ever poll. Sad.
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| Can't Even Think Of A Clever Little Title. Alas. |
[15 Jul 2003|08:16pm] |
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Poll #157167 Saab Number Two
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 21 What should I name my new car? Other:
A million and one things happened today, most of them involving this car, most of them completely unpleasant, but I haven't the time nor the energy to explain. Some other time, when I'm not stretched and pressed and frantically busy.
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| Remember When We Used To Play The Opera Game In The Car? |
[15 Jun 2003|06:21pm] |
Today I thanked my dad for taking so many knocks in life - specifically so many crappy [and dangerous] jobs he took when I was little - because each one he beat makes one less I have to worry about, and one more thing I get to do that he didn't. One less obstacle between education and family and finances.
Allison added, completely serious, 'Yeah! Because I really hate Wal-Mart.'
I hate thinking about my relationship with my father, because even though he annoys me so badly, and I'm a horrid, ungrateful wench most of the time, it always hurts and I always cry and I have to work hard to breathe.
I love him so much, I can't even think about it.
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[14 Apr 2003|04:14pm] |
I didn't want to make a mistake with the friends list, and it's probably way too silly to be so concerned about it, but please just click the button and let me know, one way or the other. ( Poll. ) Anyway. . .
I'm going to tell you a secret. I never have anyone to tell secrets - or much of anything to, really - so don't trash this around, will you? No, you won't. I trust you.
I think I'm waiting until I don't exist anymore. Thinking about school, the Air Force, after college, a career. . . I don't think I'm ever going to do any of it. I can't bring myself to believe that I will ever actually live in the world. And it hit me: I don't want to live in the world. But I don't really want to die. I sort of thought about suicide and decided I don't want the world after this one either (and I do believe in a world after this one).
I'm starting to think that maybe the world or I, one of us doesn't really exist. With my luck, it would turn out to be the world.
Maybe I'm driving myself insane. Or maybe everyone thinks these things sometimes and no one ever talks about it. Either way, feel free to stick me in a mental institution. It might give me a chance to sort things out. That would be good.
I want to be a ghost, and just live in between the air, watching all the little things no one else sees. That would be good, too.
. . .
I'm hungry.
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| You, Sir, Are An Unmitigated Cad! |
[13 Apr 2003|03:48pm] |
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I am so in love with George Sanders now. I mean, obscenely so. I cannot express to you the gloriousness (gloriosity?) of this man. Just can't.
"Dear World. I am leaving because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool. Good luck."
Must. See. All About Eve.
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[11 Apr 2003|11:33pm] |
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I don't know why I'm upstairs. On the computer. I was downstairs watching HP and The Chamber of Secrets and we were all laughing and making fun of Tom Felton and his overacting and MiSTing it, and then I came up here.
I did stuff yesterday and today. I bet you'd never believe it by looking at me.
I suddenly feel like I should be writing poetry or a romantic story.
I'm in love with Fred Astaire. I'm in love with Fred Astaire. I;m in love with Fred Astaire. And you.
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[11 Apr 2003|09:43am] |
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I couldn't really say it myself, but someone else did.
( Read more... )
I love that.
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