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It’s a religious institution, by God!

Saturday, March 23rd, 2013

Thanks to

Addicting Info and Director Jerome Davis

Wednesday

Wednesday, November 7th, 2012

(via The Guardian)

Madness is Sexier

Thursday, May 7th, 2009

 

Valentine SWEETS

Wednesday, February 14th, 2007

1. A sweet example

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2. A sweet morsel

In 1956 Sylvia Plath was studying in Europe on a Fulbright Scholarship when she went to a publication party for a literary magazine. It was there that she met the poet Ted Hughes, whose poetry she admired. When he introduced himself, Plath quoted one of his poems to him, and he guided her to a side room of the bar. She later wrote in her journal, “He kissed me bang smash on the mouth and ripped my hair band off … and my favorite silver earrings … I bit him long and hard on the cheek and when we came out of the room, blood was running down his face.” They got married four months later. (heard on NPR)

3. A sweet memory…

Good News/Bad News

4. A sweet poem

Valentine ~ John Fuller

The things about you I appreciate
May seem indelicate:
I’d like to find you in the shower
And chase the soap for half an hour.
I’d like to have you in my power
And see your eyes dilate.
I’d like to have your back to scour
And other parts to lubricate.
Sometimes I feel it is my fate
To chase you screaming up a tower
Or make you cower
By asking you to differentiate
Nietzsche from Schopenhauer.
I’d like successfully to guess your weight
And win you at a fete.
I’d like to offer you a flower.
I like the hair upon your shoulders,
Falling like water over boulders.
I like the shoulders, too: they are essential.
Your collar-bones have great potential
(I’d like all your particulars in folders
Marked Confidential).
I like your cheeks, I like your nose,
I like the way your lips disclose
The neat arrangement of your teeth
(Half above and half beneath)
In rows.
I like your eyes, I like their fringes.
The way they focus on me gives me twinges.
Your upper arms drive me berserk.
I like the way your elbows work,
On hinges.
I like your wrists, I like your glands,
I like the fingers on your hands.
I’d like to teach them how to count,
And certain things we might exchange,
Something familiar for something strange.
I’d like to give you just the right amount
And get some change.
I like it when you tilt your cheek up.
I like the way you nod and hold a teacup.
I like your legs when you unwind them.
Even in trousers I don’t mind them.
I like each softly-moulded kneecap.
I like the little crease behind them.
I’d always know, without recap,
Where to find them.
I like the sculpture of your ears.
I like the way your profile disappears
Whenever you decide to turn and face me.
I’d like to cross two hemispheres
And have you chase me.
I’d like to smuggle you across frontiers
Or sail with you at night into Tangiers.
I’d like you to embrace me.
I’d like to see you ironing your skirt
And cancelling other dates.
I’d like to button up your shirt.
I like the way your chest inflates.
I’d like to soothe you when you’re hurt
Or frightened senseless by invertebrates.
I’d like you even if you were malign
And had a yen for sudden homicide.
I’d let you put insecticide
Into my wine.
I’d even like you if you were the Bride
Of Frankenstein
Or something ghoulish out of Mamoulian’s
Jekyll and Hyde.
I’d even like you as my Julian
Of Norwich or Cathleen ni Houlihan.
How melodramatic
If you were something muttering in attics
Like Mrs. Rochester or a student of Boolean
Mathematics.
You are the end of self-abuse.
You are the eternal feminine.
I’d like to find a good excuse
To call on you and find you in.
I’d like to put my hand beneath your chin,
And see you grin.
I’d like to taste your Charlotte Russse.
I’d like to feel my lips upon your skin,
I’d like to make you reproduce.
I’d like you in my confidence.
I’d like to be your second look.
I’d like to let you try the French Defence
And mate you with my rook.
I’d like to be your preference
And hence
I’d like to be around when you unhook.
I’d like to be your only audience,
The final name in your appointment book,
your future tense.

Birds, Bees and More

Thursday, January 25th, 2007

Birds and Bees

A little boy goes to his father and asks: Daddy, how was I born?

The father answers: Well son, I guess one day you will need to find out anyway! Your mother and I first got together in a chat room on Yahoo. Then I set up a date via e-mail with your mother and we met at a cyber-cafe. We sneaked into a secluded room, where your mother agreed to a download from my hard drive. As soon as I was ready to upload, we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall, and since it was too late to hit the delete button, nine months later a little Pop-Up appeared that said: You’ve got male.

It’s Not Geography

Broadway: 500 seats or more.

Off Broadway: 100 – 499 seats.

Off, Off Broadway: Less than 100 seats

Necessity is the Mother

Birds and Bees was forwarded to me from my sister Bethany’s IOC. Which, if you didn’t know, stands for Intra-Office Communication in the corporate world (aka email among us more common folk).

Regarding It’s Not Geography…who knew that seating capacity rather than address defines this stuff? I sure didn’t. And I even attend at least a bit of theater here and there.

Which…has prompted me to add two new categories (I despise this “category” crap, don’t you know…but it is a necessary evil. So say the Google and SEO Gods. And the glorious and beautiful Mistress V.):

  • Bethany’s Email — Which I was tempted to call Outsource Me Please. Because, as you should know, sis sends me quite a bit of these emails. Zillions, in fact. I mean, after all, don’t these executive types have anything better to do?
  • Who Knew? — Which will probably go through a few name changes before I’m happy with it. But I do hear, see and learn things I’d like to share with you. So please tolerate my silliness. At least for now?

And that’s pretty much all I have to say today. So there.

Smooches