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Sleepy... another long night. Sleep, sleep, beauty bright, Dreaming in the joys of night; Sleep, sleep, in thy sleep Little sorrows sit and weep. Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles. Sleep, sleep, beauty bright, Dreaming in the joys of night; Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep Little sorrows sit and weep.--William Blake

I bet this will work

Just harves...

Just harvested about 3 lbs of purple fresh beans from the garden. Really psyched about trying them Thai style tonight.

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Self-Portrait Yahoo sucks... I had to move them to my own server...

The power of breakfast?

I woke up with a very strange urge today:I wanted to have (no 'wanted' is not the right word... I needed a full warm breakfast. My usual breakfast is a pot of strong Mocca Java. So I end up making toast, hash browns and eggs (a la 'this is your brain on drugs'). It really really really hit the spot. wow!I have so much energy right now. I think that I will go painting...

Song of the day

Suzanne Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night beside her And you know that she's half crazy But that's why you want to be there And she feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China And just when you mean to tell her That you have no love to give her Then she gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer That you've always been her lover And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that she will trust you For you've touched her perfect body with your mind. And Jesus was a sailor When he walked upon the water And he spent a long time watching From his lonely wooden tower And when he knew for certain Only drowning men could see him He said "All men will be sailors then Until the sea shall free them" But he himself was broken Long before the sky would open Forsaken, almost human He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone And you want to travel with him And you want to travel blind And you think maybe you'll trust him For he's touched your perfect body with his mind. Now Suzanne takes your hand And she leads you to the river She is wearing rags and feathers From Salvation Army counters And the sun pours down like honey On our lady of the harbour And she shows you where to look Among the garbage and the flowers There are heroes in the seaweed There are children in the morning They are leaning out for love And they will lean that way forever While Suzanne holds the mirror And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that you can trust her For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.

I got t...

I got this in my mailbox this morning... What a riot!---------->> What would happen if suddenly, magically, men could menstruate and womencould not?>> The answer is clear: menstruation would become an enviable, boast-worthy,masculine event. Men would brag about how long and how much.>> Boys would mark the onset of menses, that longed-for proof of manhood,with religious ritual and stag parties.>> Congress would fund a National Institute of Dysmenorrhea to help stamp outmonthly discomforts. Sanitary supplies would be federally funded and free.(Of course, some men would still pay for the prestige of commercial brandssuch as John Wayne Tampons, Muhammed Ali's Rope-a-dope Pads, Joe Namath JockShields - "For Those Light Bachelor Days," and Robert "Baretta" BlakeMaxi-Pads.)>> Military men, right-wing politicians, and religious fundamentalists wouldcite menstruation ("MENstruation") as proof that only men could serve in thearmy ("you have to give blood to take blood"), occupy political office ("canwomen be aggressive without that steadfast cycle governed by the planetMars?"), be priests and ministers ("how could a woman give her blood for oursins"), or rabbis ("without the monthly loss of impurities, women remainunclean").>> Male radicals, left-wing politicians, and mystics, however, would insistthat women are equal, just different; and that any woman could enter theirranks if only she were willing to self-inflict a major wound every month("you MUST give blood for the revolution"), recognize the preeminence of menstrual issues, or subordinate her selfness to all men in their Cycle ofEnlightenment.>> Street guys would brag ("I'm a three-pad man") or answer praise from abuddy ("Man, you are lookin' good") by high-fiving and saying, "Yeah, man,I'm on the rag!">> TV shows would treat the subject at length. ("Happy Days": Richie andPotsie try to convince Fonzie that he is still "The Fonz," though he hasmissed two periods in a row.) So would newspapers. (SHARK SCARE THREATENSMENSTRUATING MEN. JUDGE CITES MONTHLY STRESS IN PARDONING RAPIST.) Andmovies. (Newman and Redford in "Blood Brothers!")>> Men would try to convince women that intercourse was more pleasurable at"that time of the month." Lesbians would be said to fear blood andtherefore life itself -- though probably only because they needed a goodmenstruating man.>> Of course, male intellectuals would offer the most moral and logicalarguments. How could a woman master any discipline that demanded a sense oftime, space, mathematics, or measurement, for instance,without that in-builtgift for measuring the cycles of the moon and planets -- and thus formeasuring anything at all? In the rarefied fields of philosophy andreligion, could women compensate for missing the rhythm of the universe? Orfor their lack of symbolic death-and-resurrection every month?>> Liberal males in every field would be kind to women: the fact that "thesepeople" have no gift for measuring life or connecting the universe, theliberals would explain, that should be punishment enough.

One more te...

One more test...This seems pretty bogus. Results:Raw DataYou have 20 points towards Chaos. You have 20 points towards Good. AnalysisYou are Chaotic Goodlike 'mostly cloudly with a change of a shower'(My favorite character on Moria or Nethack (gee was there life before the web ? ;-) )was a wizard and then a caveman, if that makes a difference)