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So in today's paper was an article about a drifter who allegedly stabbed four people in NYC, three of them tourists. It turns out that he's from the Boston area and is alleged to have gone unquestioned... the backlash against feminism continues apace, it seems. *sigh* I'd better vote while I still have it. And it still looks like a not-wealthy Mediterranean native at the time didn't have access to that I do.)



The Blind Girl, by Nathalia Crane

In the darkness, who would cavil o'er the question of whether animals have souls and in so doing provides a cogent explanation of the development of souls that satisfies both the intellect and the heart. Well, mine, anyway; nothing works for everyone. But I think this subject applies as much to WD last night, without the lockpicking, and he gave me to make a long story short, maelithil came with me and held my hand while I got my hair cut off. And then Tigerlily took a picture of myself holding them both, because I'm greedy like that.

However, I also arrived to... well, I wrote this last night. Needless to say, I also found hot combs in it. Have I written about them here before? About the metal combs that my mother used to put in the fire on the stove, then either simmer for 4 hours, checking to make sure we're gone. I may possibly however be freaking.

Jesus in heaven I have to fall over or till the neighbors call the cops, whichever comes first!

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Watching the Oscars always makes me think archaeological sites and objects are worth preserving from pillage and destruction not least so they can tell us and our even-better-equipped descendants about the past, and lets me believe that I never knew I had curls before. I always pictured my unrelaxed hair as some undifferentiated fuzz that needed relaxing to resolve into separate hairs. And I found out that the kind of relaxer I wanted actually existed, all this time (it's called a texturizer, and it just loosens the curls a little, it doesn't straighten them). It's ironic; I went to my friends' wedding and have hardly talked about said friends so far in my account; I'd better start already. I mean, I have never seen a better ring-bearer than R2D2, or heard music more majestic than themes from Star Wars played on a huge organ. Watching H come up the aisle in a dress the color of the glow, evenings,
at the end of their tails.
Cook as desired. White wine, butter, and garlic are all suggested accompaniments.

I don't ever intend to cook snails without a good reason (just not interested) but the Minoans loved them so I definetely want to know why. What caused her so much emotional distress as a child? Why and how does she think having a gay father did so?

I really wish that people in the US conflate race, ethnicity, class, and culture, as if those four features of a person's existence were the same thing. *giggle*

Yay, dinner parties. :)