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In my quest to become a good wifey, I watch this every wednesday over Juberjube’s shoulder. This week I actually got a lot of it. Even if I have no idea what game he’s talking about, usually the insults are so good it makes up for it.
I feel so out of the loop for not even knowing that diamond prices have fallen so much lately. Depressed diamond cutters in India, who have devoted their whole life to learning the art of diamonds, have been committing suicide on mass, ( in the last 15 days. The articles go on to say 7 out of 10 diamond cutters right now in India are jobless and they desperately need a stimulus package. We push...
A very Haeckel Christmas
Ernst Haeckel’s 1904 “Kunstformen der Natur” [Artforms of Nature] is a classic of biological illustration. What is less generally known is that the artist started as a Christmas card designer. The book was originally simply an album of holiday designs. During the Victorian era Christmas was indeed regarded as a ‘happy’ day, but one of uncanny terror; accordingly,...
He said: I’m scared if we have a wedding outside, people will think we’re hippies.
I don’t know how it could be done but I wish there were a way to weed all the rhetoric of being one’s self and knowing who one is out of the discourse of becoming. No offense to Emerson, but it might cause more trouble than it’s worth. I want, badly, to stop thinking I am some thing, some unified thing. These moments of letting go would seem less tumultuous, less anarchic, if I...
So we have a date!! We booked a beautiful room at the Sheraton for August 22, 2009. The wedding coordinator there is a lady named Donna, with the longest blood red nails I have ever seen. Her glasses are constantly following down her nose, and she pushes them up with the back of her hand, giving the impression that she is about to swipe at you with her claws at any moment. She is very nice...
I’m getting married!! This summer!! Stress!! Happy!!
Twilight is maybe worth renting but it is not the... →