| Sally Hemmings |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|07:09 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Richstead, London | ] |
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| | procrastinatative | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | 'Kiss with a Fist,' Florence & the Machine | ] |
WOO! Thomas Jefferson almost killed host David Swenson!
On this week's dramatic episode of The Thomas Jefferson Hour.
Note: I'll be back next week - things are getting on top of me (and I don't mean in the sexy way). |
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| I get this way, in winter |
[Nov. 13th, 2009|09:43 am] |
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| |  lonely | ] |
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| | 'My Eyes,' Travis | ] |
"SAULT STE. MARIE, MICHIGAN: Giant freighters regularly pass through the Soo Locks here. A viewing stand draws thousands to see the behemoths up close as they pass between Lake Superior to Lake Huron via the St. Mary's River. The rapids here, long important to Native Americans for their huge whitefish runs, were first visited by Europeans in 1618. Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan, is the eastern U.P.'s commercial center and the U.P.'s second-largest town. Today its economic engine is the Sault Tribe with its giant casino. Manufacturing steel and paper propelled the town's Canadian neighbor across the St. Mary's River into a much bigger city, which features an outstanding bushplane museum, a sizable downtown, and the terminus of the Agawa Canyon Train (winter's Snow Train). The railroad takes visitors into the wild, rugged, roadless country to the north. Boat cruises and a tour train show the locks, rapids, and giant steel mill. The striking Point Iroquois lighthouse, three campgrounds, and a casino/golf resort are off the beautiful Whitefish Bay shore road."
Sigh.
http://hunts-upguide.com/ |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 12th, 2009|10:26 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | sober | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | 'Wires,' Athlete | ] |
"If it should ever happen to you to be turned to externals in order to please some person, you must know that you have lost your purpose in life. If you wish to seem to any person to be something, first appear so to yourself and you will be able to do this." Epictetus |
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| Fanfiction QUEST! (and the obligatory Knopfler) |
[Nov. 10th, 2009|10:57 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | mad | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | 'Darling Pretty,' Mark Knopfler | ] |
I need a release valve.
I need some catharsis. I need some distraction. I need instant gratification. I need squeeful elation. From these statements can be drawn but ONE conclusion: I NEED to write some FANFICTION.
Now, I haven't lost my mind - I'm thinking an hour or two, once a week? That's doable. I haven't written fanfiction in years. Usually I painstakingly gather up all my plots and polish everything until it is shiny and perfect and - THUS - I never finish anything.
Well, pff!, old hat, I'm done with that! And in an attempt to break myself of the habit of overplanning and perfectionism, I am going to arrange a plain ol' chapter by chapter, no direction, self-gratifying fanfiction trainwreck.
Only I need your help: What universe is fittest for my desecration? Please vote in your choices, below. And, please, I'd appreciate it if you'd make it something I'm actually interested in. I'm only so masochistic.
Oh, and because I'm going to see Mark Knopfler tomorrow even if I have to drag my bruised and beaten club foot behind me - my uncle just sent me this, cannot RESIST!:
What I love the most is his face - like a wall - totally inscrutable when he busts that solo open (2:25), like, 'sigh, I might go to sleep' (Marc, "He looks like he's waiting in line for the bus.") ♥ Lulz he makes John Entwistle look like an ebullient teen.* Only complaint: He's not playing his strat and I'm a whore for the strat.
And because Craeg is egging me on by daring to respond:
"Fender is one of the most beautiful words in the English language."
*And John Entwistle is even dead. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 9th, 2009|12:03 pm] |
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"Men and women are cut down like wheat to be born again, strong." |
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| London adventures: So alive and so dead |
[Nov. 8th, 2009|01:54 pm] |
- My body on self-destruct
- The best chips, the best pasties
- Eccles cakes have caused me to transfer allegiance to Britannia
- TWININGS – come with me and you'll be in a world of pure imagination!
- Tavistock Square
- Churchill & Kauthen on Pall Mall
- The gold plated diamond encrusted chocolates of Fortnum & Mason's
- Leonard Woolf, too, felt chocolate was more important than life necessities
- A fast, good and cheap Chinese restaurant in Soho.
- “The Lab”
- And round the bend, we go...
I remember watching some poor bastard on the tube dealing with an injury. It was a struggle for him to stump up and down the steps with his crutches in tow and then he got them all tangled in a mass of shopping and handbags when the train was lunging and shaking between Bond Street and Oxford Circus. I remember thinking, “Shit, that sucks – remind me to never get handicapped in London because the accommodations for that sort of thing are nearly nonextant.” And, so, on thursday I pitched myself off a curb and I totally thought I was okay, in fact, I didn't feel anything until the next morning - now this is the third day I haven't been able to walk without hopping and I'm seeing someone on monday.
Anyone who's met me in life knows I am an extremely extroverted person, that the bulk of my happiness is drawn from disturbing the felicity and serene happiness of my fellow man, and that ever since I haven't been able to walk, I've been stuck in this tiny little cell of a room and I'm going--
...quite mad...
– and am singing songs to my kettle and making friends with a circle of inanimate objects.
( Please send help. )
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