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into you like a train: August 2011
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Monday, August 22, 2011. Classic fairytale says she would 'prick. Her finger on the spindle of the Spinning Wheel of Death and die'. Well I'd like to say that Sleeping Beauty simply had an unhealthy reliance on pharmaceuticals for those hundred lonely years. A good century's sleep? For that I'd pay good money. Even if it were habit-forming. Five Symptoms for Relief. AR Rahman for Slumdog Millionaire. Vicks in your bath. Steam from the kettle. Sunday, August 21, 2011. Held fast for eternity. Was mentioned...
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into you like a train: June 2011
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Thursday, June 23, 2011. To the life-changing hair iron, because at 20 pounds and the threat of taking up a substantial portion of my bursting suitcase it was just not a sensible buy. I thanked him and went on my way. Phantom product: Avoid any salesman trying to sell you one of these nail kits from a mall kiosk. Needless to say, Public Relations at the mall where these tricksters operated on our confidence have been well-informed. I made sure of that. Sunday, June 19, 2011. As soon as my fingers skimmed...
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into you like a train: Elevator Silence and Other Great Mysteries
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Saturday, September 10, 2011. Elevator Silence and Other Great Mysteries. Maybe the following mysteries of life are nothing but rhetorical questions. Still, they baffle me every time. Why ith the word 'lisp' tho hard to prounounth? That's cruel of you, English language. Why does toast always land buttered side up? If they know me by name at the gym, does it mean I'm getting fitter? Why did kamikaze pilots wear helmets? Why do women go to the restroom in pairs? And why are people always quiet in elevators?
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into you like a train: The Grisly Touch
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Monday, November 14, 2011. HBO has a quota to meet in every one-hour episode of the acclaimed fantasy series. A spilling of guts, a well-lit sex scene, a bare breast here or there, and a few cuss words thrown into the dialogue - there, done. Despite being what some might call gratuitous, explicit and downright shocking, the series has a touch of humanity aside from the macarbre. Not since Peter Jackson's. Lord of the Rings. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). POEMS in dinner and carnal pleasures. This wo...
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into you like a train: The Compass of Pleasure - Why Some Things Feel So Good
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Wednesday, December 28, 2011. The Compass of Pleasure - Why Some Things Feel So Good. New York Times bestseller. The Compass of Pleasure. For Linden, it all started in Bangkok, one fragrant evening in 1989. Bangkok, 1989. The afternoon rains have ended, leaving the early evening air briefly free of smog and allowing that distinctive Thai perfume, frangipani with a faint note of sewage, to waft over the shiny streets. I hail a. So you want girl? Uh, no.". A whisper now. "Heroin? Voice raised back to norm...
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into you like a train: January 2012
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Wednesday, January 4, 2012. No More Living in Your Shadow, D.". Dakota and Elle Fanning for W Magazine. Tags dakota and elle fanning. I'm a nosy photographer". S ingeniously simple pairing of the old and the re-enacted send wayward shivers down my spinal cord. Childhood moments captured all over the world, often at sites of historical change, are recaptured decades later. Proves that shutter speed divided by decade can have pretty moving results. Carol: 1960 and 2011, NY. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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into you like a train: 'I'm a nosy photographer"
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Wednesday, January 4, 2012. I'm a nosy photographer". S ingeniously simple pairing of the old and the re-enacted send wayward shivers down my spinal cord. Childhood moments captured all over the world, often at sites of historical change, are recaptured decades later. Proves that shutter speed divided by decade can have pretty moving results. Carol: 1960 and 2011, NY. Maria Jose: 1983 and 2011, Buenos Aires. Christoph: 1990 and 2011: Berlin Wall. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Cape Town, South Africa.
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into you like a train: None like the Present
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Saturday, September 10, 2011. None like the Present. American novelist and Nobel Prize Laureate,. Sinclair Lewis, was invited to talk to some students about the craft of writing. Standing before the enthusiastic group of undergraduates, he asked:. 8220;How many of you here are really serious about being writers? A sea of hands shot up. Lewis then asked, “Well, why aren't you all home writing? And he walked out of the room. Tags noble prize winner. I like your blog and I admire your passion for writting!
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into you like a train: Proverbial Cinema
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Fortunate moments in film and the one-liners that immortalized them. All right Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up.". In Billy Wilder's film noir. 1950), fading silent movie starlet Norma Desmond (Gloria Swanson) calls upon veteran Hollywood director Cecil B. DeMille to save her from herself. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). POEMS in dinner and carnal pleasures. Cape Town, South Africa. View my complete profile. Im a nosy photographer. The Visual Journal by Raya Rossi. 5 inch and up. Mr price: in the loop.
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into you like a train: December 2011
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Wednesday, December 28, 2011. The Compass of Pleasure - Why Some Things Feel So Good. New York Times bestseller. The Compass of Pleasure. For Linden, it all started in Bangkok, one fragrant evening in 1989. Bangkok, 1989. The afternoon rains have ended, leaving the early evening air briefly free of smog and allowing that distinctive Thai perfume, frangipani with a faint note of sewage, to waft over the shiny streets. I hail a. So you want girl? Uh, no.". A whisper now. "Heroin? Voice raised back to norm...
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