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643) IX: Bloodthirsty Armenian Bandits A Despotic Armenian Regime: Secrets Of "Christian" Terrorist State Armenia
In the summer of 1919, Armenia started yet another war, this time with neighbor Azerbaijan. This is odd coming from a people every allied nation realized was incapable of governing themselves. Hovannissian calls this time "a summer of insurgency". This is a misnomer, as it was his native Armenia who started the war in yet another land grab attempt.
Throughout 1919 the Republic of Azerbaijan proclaimed its rights to the entire province of Kars and much of Erevan. Although tacitly acknowledging the obstacles to winning Kars, the Baku government proposed that, pending a settlement by the Paris Peace Conference, all non-allied military forces he excluded and that an administration reflecting the will of the majority supplant that of the `bloodthirsty Armenian bandits`. No such concession could be made, however, regarding the southern half of the Yerevan Gubernia, a crucial link between Azerbaijan and the Ottoman Empire. Nasih Bek Usukkokov's cabinet denounced the Armenian policy of sword and fire in the Turco-Azeri districts and accused the partisans of Van and Sasun of shedding the blood of innocent victims and leaving thousands of widows and orphans. Only when Azerbaijan ruled in Karabagh, Zangezur, Ordutad, Julfa, Nakhichevan, Sharur, Surmala, and Vedihaser could relations with Armenia be normalized (P 63-64).
In 1992 Armenia invaded Azerbaijan for a second in time in the twentieth century in its attempt to gobble up someone else's land for free. And so it is this antagonism continues today, because of Armenian greed. The passing of nearly a century, including seventy-plus years of harsh Soviet rule, has done nothing to diminish the historical Armenian arrogance, medieval expansionist policies, and appetite to devour neighbors` lands.
In 1919 the Armenians made every attempt to get Allied support for their land grab attempt in Azerbaijan. They knew they must have outside help to acquire the lands they coveted. They were such poor soldiers, that without outside help, there was no way they could get this land by themselves.
The Muslim Council of Nakhichevan, meanwhile, protested to allied authorities and the Paris Peace Conference against the introduction of "the despotic Armenian regime». The cunning Armenians donning `European attire` were scheming to vilify the Muslims and even foment rebellion and lend credence to their accusations. Incapable of ruling themselves, they (the Armenians) could not govern a people alien in race and religion. The Armenians, as well read 'students of Abdul-Hamid`, justified their opposition by evoking the bogey of Pan-Islamic agitation and tried to set one segment of the population against the other. The peaceful inhabitants of Nahcivan therefore begged to be freed from Armenia mastery and placed for the time being under any Muslim government not inimical to the allied powers (P 65).
The Armenians had learned well the art of undercutting people from within during the five hundred years they were peaceful citizens of the Ottoman Empire because they became disloyal to the Ottomans when they first joined up to help the Russians conquer the Ottoman Empire around 1827. They would continue to help the Russians throughout the nineteenth century. This tiny band of dictators, calling themselves "Armenians," continue their warlike warrior complex to this day. The only difference is these "terrible" warriors use other nations` money, manpower, and weapons to attack helpless neighbors.
In 1919 the Armenians attacked Azerbaijan. "Throughout the crisis Khan Tekino kept his government informed about Armenian military movements and called for energetic counter measures. On July 14 he cabled that Armenian forces were converging upon Vedihaser and that even `the priests are appealing in their sermons for an attack against Back-Vedi as a holy crusade" (P 68).
This is the "official" church of Armenia calling for a "holy crusade" to kill and remove Muslims for one basic reason – so the good Armenian Christians could grab up the terrible Muslims` land – for free. It is no wonder, therefore, that the so-called "official, constitutional Armenia Gregorian Church" remained silent while Armenia swept the world with terrorist attacks, a policy which continues to this very day. Between 1973 and 2001, the Armenian terrorists racked more than one hundred terrorist attacks on Turkish targets, killing more than seventy people, most of them Turkish diplomats, but many unsuspecting bystanders too, without a single condemnation from the "official" church of Armenia.
Legal defense fund-raising campaigns were launched by the Armenians immediately after the assassinations and bombings by Armenian terrorists, with knowledge and support of the "official" church of Armenia. What is the difference between brainwashed Armenian youth, trained and guided to commit hate crimes in the name of religion, and the terrorists who plunged hijacked passenger planes into the World Trade Center twin towers and Pentagon? Aren't both brainwashed, religious fanatics who see absolutely nothing wrong with killing innocent people in order to advance their sick causes? If we treat one as "good terrorist", the other one as "bad terrorist/` aren't we inviting more hate crimes into our midst?
A British military officer on the scene in 1919 reported: "The crisis, he said, had been caused by external interference, the Armenian expedition against Baouk-Vedi...the distortion of facts in such matters as the Armenians attempt to register arms, and, perhaps most important, the mutual `congenital inability on the part of both sides to settle any point except by murder or massacre" (P 69).
The penetration of "Christian" Armenian military forces into Azerbaijan sent thousands of Muslims fleeing across the frontier and caused many settlements to petition nearby Turkish commanders for protection against the invaders. General Karabekir angrily reported stories of Armenian pillage, murder, and rape to Colonel Rawbinson and broadcast them throughout Anatolia. Based on these dispatches, the Turkish press forecast what might be expected in lands falling under the control of the `helpless` and `civilized` Armenians. The Ottoman general staff distributed a booklet detailing the record of Armenian atrocities in Transcaucasia… (P 80).
This same Armenian practice of driving Muslims off their lands so they can become a majority population continues to this day as evidenced by their 1992 ethnic cleansing campaign of Azerbaijan. Captain Prosser, a British officer, reported:
The Armenians are undoubtedly depressed at the withdrawal of the British to whom, in spite of frequent assurances to the contrary, they had looked to the last for assistance on behalf of the allies. They talk about fighting to the death, etc., but I think that most of the fight in them went with our departure. He ended with the following ominous prediction: `Taken all round the position of the Armenians in Kars province is not a happy one at the present moment... they are surrounded by a hostile population and with the advent of the Turk, Kars as a portion of Armenia will most likely cease to exist (P 86).
As the British began to withdraw, the Armenians made an all-out effort to get the United States to take their place in protecting and giving them someone else's land from sea to sea. A major reason for the noninvolvement by the Americans was, as Hovannissian alleges, "a loud dissenting voice" heard from "Constantinople" from U.S. Admiral Mark L. Bristol.
The admiral expressed vehement opposition to the formation of a united Armenian state and to the American political involvement with the Armenians in communications to naval colleagues, government departments, the American peace delegation, and to businessman, philanthropists, missionaries, and politicians of many hues. Bristol, scornful of all minorities, hoped to reeducate responsible Americans who had been taken in by the popular portrayal of the `terrible Turk` and the torments suffered by Oriental Christians. He protested to the naval advisor of the American delegation: `There is no doubt in my mind of an influence continually exerted to involve America with Armenia and divert our attention from the big question of the whole Near East.` The Armenians had brought many of their woes upon themselves, and the encouragement of the British authorities and American missionary – relief interests – had emboldened the unscrupulous Armenian leaders to employ aggressive tactics. The United States should not let itself be maneuvered into Armenia. `England should be compelled to remain in the Caucasus. She went to the Caucasus for selfish reasons and she is leaving now for selfish reasons`. Bristol denied being pro-Turkish. T do not believe I am pro-anything except what I believe is absolutely right, and I try to follow that road and not give a damn for anybody else that don't agree with me. If I am considered pro-Turk because I believe there are 20 million of Muslims out there that should be helped to gain modern civilization as well as 2 millions or so of Armenians, I would like this fact to be known then I am willing to stand on that basis (P 90-91).
Had it not been for Admiral Bristol's vision to reconstruct what would become modern Turkey, much, if not all, of Turkey would have become part of Communist Russia during the Cold War Era. Turkey would not have become a U.S. friend and NATO partner. Who knows how the history might have unfolded, as the Soviets would finally have had the "warm ports" in the Aegean and Mediterranean, along with the crucial straits of Bosphorus and Dardanelles, that Russians desperately wanted for more than three centuries.
Modern-day Turkey has been a true and good friend of the United States since the modern republic was formed in 1923. Turks fought shoulder-to-shoulder with Americans in the last fifty years in Korea, the Gulf, Somalia, Bosnia, Kosovo, Macedonia, and in the current war against terrorism. Admiral Bristol was important in founding this relationship over the objections of the Armenians and their self-serving friends. America is the better because the admiral stood tall in 1918 and 1920.
Hovannissian calls Admiral Bristol "a master of manipulation"(P 91) because he does not approve of the U.S. government's appointment of Bristol as high commissioner in Istanbul on August 12, 1919, "a post that gave him control over both naval and diplomatic offices» (P 92)
As the British prepared to leave, the Armenian leaders became frantic. In the Armenian Parliament, the sole party controlled by the dictators, Avetik Sahakian "spoke of the iron chain closing in on Yerevan and summoned the nation to bring forward its every last resource. In mid-August the parliament declared a state of national emergency, sent emissaries to encourage the men at the front, and appeal for help to the legislators of the Great Britain, France, Italy, the United States, Greece, Romania, Spain, Portugal, Belgium, The Netherlands, Norway, Sweden, Persia, China and Japan» (P 93).
To read this statement, one would think Armenia was surrounded by enemies who wanted to destroy it. The truth of the matter is, the Armenian leadership first provoked a civil war with the Ottoman Empire and their people suffered terribly because of the greed and misjudgment of the Armenian leaders. They started a war of aggression with neighboring Georgia and lost. The Armenians started a war with Azerbaijan and lost. The Armenian people paid the price in horrible human suffering.
Think about this great lie the Armenian leadership sent around the world: "Thus, even after the Allied triumph, there remains for the Armenian people no other means of safeguarding its physical existence than to take up the worst possible condition of unequal combat against the secular enemy of the Armenians and of civilization». Unfair, harsh, and unjustified words from Hovannissian. Hovannissian continues to explain the "big lie" as put forward by the Armenian leaders: "Although the call to arms would heighten suffering, increase famine and epidemic, create new orphans, lead to more exoduses, and further deplete the nation, it was the only alternative to perishing at the hands of the Turks». Hovannissian doesn't stop there. He continues: "If it is reserved for the Armenian people to be exterminated at the moment when thousands of Allied soldiers are located at Constantinople, Trebizond, Batum, Tiflis, Baku, at a moment when they can easily stay at the hand of the butchers of the Armenian people, then it remains only to forward to the conscience of humanity its agonizing cries and to go to its fate with a firm resolution to fall with honor" (P 93-94).
This is an outrageous statement.
They started the war they were now losing. They had started the war with Azerbaijan, yet they blamed the Turks – "the butchers of the Armenian people». The Armenian leaders made the claim they would "fall with honor».
Fall with honor? By being disloyal to the Ottoman Empire, by being hostile to its neighbors in Georgia, and by being hateful and aggressive to its neighbors in Azerbaijan? What manner of honor is this in a civilized world? The answer rings out through the centuries – this Isn't honor, it's treason. Such conduct cannot be called Christian.
It is not honor to operate with unprovoked attacks behind the Ottoman battle lines by night and pretend to be the trusted Ottoman friends by day with whom they had lived in peace for more than five hundred years
Yet "such messages of despair spurred Armenian representatives and Armenophile societies abroad to greater activity. They wrote hundreds of letters in August 1919 to heads of states, foreign ministers, and lesser officials asking for interviews so they could once again present the Armenian case» (P 94) The truth is the Armenians were terrible and unreliable soldiers but masters of deception and deceit to achieve their objective of getting something for nothing. What they billed to the unsuspecting Christian world as "the first genocide of the twentieth century" was in fact no more than "the first mega con-job of the century," because the suffering was universal and indiscriminate, and absolutely not limited to "poor, starving Armenians" as Christians were all duped to believe. In fact, more Muslims perished as a result of atrocities between 1915 and 1922 than Armenians, at a ratio of four Muslim casualties for every Armenian casualty, in the same area, due to same reasons, in the same war. Some genocide.
The Armenians made a special effort to get free aid, free handouts, and free military protection from Great Britain. Hovannissian writes about how the Armenian leadership worked to "cover up" and "hide" their own misdeeds and demanded help from someone else when they blundered and were afraid of losing a third war.
Since Great Britain was the only power with both men and arms in Transcaucasia, the world outcry was mainly directed at London. As appeals flowed into 10 Downing Street, supporters of`Armenia in the House of Commons pelted the cabinet with questions.... Had there been fresh massacres of Armenians by Turks and Tartars in Asia Minor and the Caucasus? Had allied representatives reported that large-scale massacres of Christians would follow withdrawal of occupation troops? Were Kurds, Tartars, Turks, and Georgians attacking, or preparing to attack, the Armenian Republic of Erevan? If so, would the Armenians, as England's friends in the late war, be rendered any assistance, or would they be left to their fate? Would the government report to the Paris Peace Conference on "the universal feeling of horror" that would be aroused, should the Armenians, who had already lost a million people through war and massacre, be once again handed over to the same people who were guilty of "those foul and wholesale massacres"? (P 94-95)
Here, as they did again and again, Armenians played the Christian ethnic card about the terrible Muslims Turks and Tartars of Asia Minor. "Asia Minor" is just another Christian code word he deliberately uses – like Constantinople and Smyrna – because it is a biblical term to define a part of the Ottoman Empire. Using such terms from the Bible, he hopes to establish a quick common ground with the unsuspecting Christian reader and convince him or her that he "must be telling the truth", after all, "Armenians are Christians".
"The Armenian leaders raised the question of Muslim Kurds, Tartars, Turks and Georgians attacking, or preparing to attack, the Armenian Republic of Erevan?" Wait a minute. There is something wrong with this statement. The Georgians were not Muslims – they were fellow Christians with the Armenians. Clearly, once again, truth did not matter to the Armenian leaders – or the Armenian professor. This is just another example of saying anything to get something for nothing.
After World War I, the Allied nations began to demobilize and think about peace. Not the Armenians. The Armenian leaders saw an opportunity to get military supplies for free from these countries. However, there was one small problem. The Allies were not giving away their surplus military supplies – they were selling them for a greatly reduced price.
Hovannissian complains, "The White Armies of Russia received thousands of tons of supplies; the smaller Allied countries and particularly the new states that had gained recognition also benefited, as the goods were sold at or below cost and largely on credit. Armenian representatives in Europe hoped to get provisions for refugees and troops, who were in dire need of underclothing, boots, and overcoats. Despite Allied reluctance to grant credit to countries still without established boundaries, the Armenians believed that their special circumstances warranted the waving of technicalities» (P 96).
"Technicalities" of not having "established boundary" for their tiny dictatorial, aggressive state. Armenia hadn't had a land boundary of its own for more than three thousand years, according to information listed on their official web site.
"Credit" – the Allies knew the Armenian leaders had fired up their old printing press and manufactured worthless paper that they called money. Armenia had no credit. These dictators were no more than "deadbeats" who would not pay their debts.
Armenian agents attempted to make a purchase from the U.S. Liquidation Commission in Europe, "which was disposing of surplus goods of the American Expeditionary Force». A draft contract was prepared for the delivery of uniforms, blankets, medications, office equipment, and other noncombatant material valued at nearly 4 million dollars, payable in installments commencing in 1922. But disappointment quickly followed... the Armenian foreign agents were told that was not adequate time to get the contract approved in Washington and all remaining AEF stocks, including the goods earmarked for Armenia were being transferred to the jurisdiction of the French government. The French, however, had already shown that they would sell only "for hard currency or for merchandise in exchange» (P 96).
Note how the Armenians distort the truth. "Goods earmarked for Armenia». There were no goods earmarked for anyone. It was a buyers and sellers market. The French could buy while the Armenians "with worthless money, no credit and a reputation for not making their word good" could not. The French knew the Armenian money was all but worthless and would not accept it. They also had good reason to know the Armenian leaders would not pay their debts.
After the Armenians were refused a seat on the Allied Peace Conference when it started in Paris in January 1919, the Armenian agents continued to hang around in the hope they could pick up a few free crumbs. At one point, an Armenian paid agent reported to the dictators back in Armenia that he could not receive any official communication "from any British government agency». He went on to add "that everyone seemed bored and tired of listening to Armenian spokesmen» (P 100). Is it any wonder that the British were tired of listening to such deadbeats?
"The minutes and correspondence of British officials in September occasionally suggested that predictions of imminent massacres and Turkish military involvement in Armenia were exaggerated» (P 102). Clearly, the British, learned that the Armenian leaders were acting like children crying "wolf".
During the war, there were reports of "Turkish-Armenian volunteer bands putting the torch to Muslim settlements through which they passed, condemning the villagers to the misery of refugee existence along the Bayazit frontier» (P 105).
Such acts were nothing more than terrorist actions against helpless people. Such destruction was carried out in the name of Jesus Christ, because the Muslims believed differently than the "so-called" Christian Armenians.
British politicians began to feel the pressure generated by Armenian agents in their own country. In an effort to get out of the warring region gracefully, the British made an attempt to get the United States to take their place. The American ambassador to England was John W. Davis. His position was this: "Scarcely 100,000 American troops remained in Europe, most of them under orders to return home, and it would be difficult to put together a force sufficient to police the Caucasus. In any event, Congressional assent would be required. Davis did not believe that humanitarian considerations alone would induce the American people to abandon the Monroe Doctrine» (P l 16)
Consider what the Monroe Doctrine was to American foreign policy: On December 2, 1823, President James Monroe sent his annual message to the U.S. Congress. This message became known as the Monroe Doctrine and became the basis of American foreign policy. The Monroe Doctrine was fundamentally the assertion of an American sphere of influence. The American foreign policy from 1823 forward would be as follows:
1. North and South America were closed to further colonization by European powers.
2. The United States must not involve itself in the wars of Europe.
3. The United States would view any attempt by a European power to extend its political system to `any portion of this hemisphere as dangerous to our peace and safety".
Here, in 1919, almost one hundred years later, the little state of Armenia, controlled by corrupt dictators, was demanding that the United States abandon its century-old foreign policy. Armenia demanded that the United States provide American soldiers to police their neck of the woods, give the Armenians millions of dollars in "aid," and protect the Armenians – all at the cost of Americans lives and American dollars.
Hovannissian objects, on behalf of the Armenian leaders, because the United States continued with its one-hundred-year foreign policy. Hovannissian never explains why the United States should protect this tiny gang of dictators when America had never gone to war against the Ottoman Empire. A mere handful of supporters of the corrupt Armenian leaders were members of the British parliament. These few, however, were very vocal in demanding that the British "protect" the Armenians. They made an attempt to commit British troops and money to aid Armenia.
"It fell upon Andrew Bonar Law, Lord Privy Seal and Leader of the House of Commons to respond. Although every member in Parliament, he said, wanted to prevent further atrocities in Armenia, the government's first responsibility was to its own people, not `to securing good order in countries like this, with which we have no connection at all.` He believed the danger was exaggerated...» (P 120).
The British government continued to press the United States to take their place. The American government responded firmly it would not do so. There was a good reason the Americans would not accept a mandate to protect the Armenians: "…the United States had not signed the Treaty of Paris in 1856, the Treaty of Berlin in 1878, or any other international agreement that had perpetuated Turkish rule over Christians, America could not be held responsible...» (P 122).
The British began to withdraw on August 15, 1919, leaving two thousand troops in Batum. Of course, the Armenian leaders` cry that their people would be massacred if the British left didn't happen.
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This episode was definitely a very weird one. While watching it, I had a bunch of moments where I thought to myself, "what on earth am I watching." Especially that bedroom scene with Chiyuri and Haruyuki. I tried my best to go in and not think too much about it (in a sexual manner), but it was way too much. I had to cringe through that part just because it was such a horrible display of "how to talk with a girl in her own bedroom." Haruyuki might seem to be able to score and make the hottest chick in the school interested in him, but he sure as hell does not know what the hell to do when you enter into a girl's bedroom.
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To the Editor:
In reference to Kay Markiewicz's letter of Jan. 7, I would like to comment.
As she said: "How about making cigarettes and alcohol illegal? They are killers." True they are. But if people had enough brains to know when to stop, or not do it at all, they would not be the killers they are.


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Backwoods Adventures is offering a guided group trip to Peru including the 5 Day Inca Trail to Machu Picchu for May 10-20, 2014. This will be Joe's fourth trip with AWR!
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8. Can you share an interesting story about an interesting local person you have met in Peru?
- Narciso, he was amazing. He know just about everyone from the start of the trek, in every village, farm, checkpoint. A little unorthodox in his style, but you could tell he was a man of the Andes and is absolutely devoted to showing people the beauty of the ruins and continuing the stories of the Incas.


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Saturday, May 31, 2008
I slept terribly last night. But I had a pretty fun dream. Picture it:
Sarajevo, Bosnia (if you need help, check out pictures on the blog). Wiley and I are in the apartment. The mosque that's behind our building is now in front of our building. And who should appear to sing in front of it but Ric Ocasek from The Cars, as well as Jolly St. Nick....yep, Santa. What did they sing? I don't know. I don't remember that part. All I know is that they were popular. After their song, a lady named Olivia, who apparently lived next door to us, showed us that the desk we had in the living room converted to an organ. The wood had an orange tinge to it. Then, instead of my leaving, Wiley was the one who left. He got into his car that was sitting in the garage on the top floor of the apartment building, and he drove away, leaving me to try and communicate with a woman whose language I didn't speak.
Very vivid. I haven't had a dream like this in a long while!
Friday, May 30, 2008
And now, on to the show.
A long time ago, Meesha posted about an ad he found on Craigslist. Intrigued, I went on CL myself and decided to hit up the Erotica section. Now, maybe that's not exactly where Meesha was, but OMG I could not believe the stuff people post.
Pictures. Nekkid pictures. Tall-dark-women-in-white-stilettos-buck-nekkid pictures. Older women holding their blue ta-tas in their hands pictures. I'd link but I just can't do it. Just take my word, or go to the Bloomington CL. Even a pic of a man's abs and the rest of him in shorts.
Women offering themselves for dollars an hour.
Isn't this what we call a prostitute?? How in the world is this even legal? Why don't these get flagged? WTF?
I never bothered looking at the Erotica section while I was in KC, so I don't know how it compares to the Bloomington CL. And while there's not a whole lot of women offering themselves, it was still more than I thought. Perhaps I'm just a big prude who didn't think she was a prude.
And part of me really wonders how much these girls make. Or how hard it is to get paid for sex. I mean, after all, I do live in a town where 40,000 students reside. Any weekend night you can find many a scantily-clad girl walking the street to the bar, or stumbling home from the bar holding onto a new friend who will get that booty. They give it away. But here on CL, we got girls who'll give to a guy who'll pay...or even a girl. But I didn't look there. Nothankyouverymuch.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Today We Rock
I made Indian food.
Edible Indian food.
You don't understand what this does for me. Wiley learned how to make Indian food while we were in Sarajevo. I tried it in Iowa at my grandma's house, but I forgot one very important ingredient - tomato paste. Yes, tomato paste. You read right. And it was ok, but not great, and I didn't attempt it again for two and a half months.
So while I was at the store, I picked up a can of tomato paste. Last night I took one chicken breast out of the freezer to let it thaw overnight, and tonight, I put on my little plastic gloves (touching raw meat is disgusting to me and I can't do it), cooked my chicken, then put in all my ingredients.
And it friggin' rocked.
Rocked, I tell you.
Can you tell how happy I am that I was able to make something edible and tasted good and wasn't a dessert?! Wiley thinks I keep him around 'cuz he can cook; there are other reasons now!
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Instead, what I got was turtles. Lots and lots of turtles. On our way back to the boathouse, we spotted 18 on one single log sunning themselves! All different shapes and sizes. We also saw a heron, an egret, a duck, and several geese.
And to top it all off tonight, I saw a mouse. Outside my back door. Rewind went a little nutters at the door, so I stepped outside and became a statue. After a few minutes, my crouch was rewarded with a little grey nose poking out of the hole under the concrete slab that I was standing on. He took a little bite of leaf, then ducked back under. I wasn't actually sure it was a mouse - I couldn't find any eyes on it at all...in fact, it looked like where the eyes were were just little grey dots of nothing. So part of me wondered if it was a mole. Whatever it was, it was small, and as soon as it smelled me, was gone. Then, not a minute later, I heard rustling of leaves...turns out by my air conditioner, there's a rather large hole going into what I think is the bottom of the house. So I emailed my landlord and said more poison was needed. Then I realized my landlord is a schmuck and decided to put my electronic trap outside to trap The Thing That Lives. We'll see if I'm successful. If I'm not and I have another mouse to deal with inside, you'll be hearing me curse all the way from Indiana.
Have I mentioned how happy I am that I am leaving this place??
Friday, May 23, 2008
I believe it is the setting in of Cold Feet.
I find this hysterical as well as, well, unsettling. Hysterical because there's really no reason for it. Unsettled because there's really no reason for it.
See my state of confusion? I'm talking in circles!
Some people, though it seems the list is shrinking, don't know that this will be Marriage Number Two for me. While I'm not embarrassed now to say I screwed the pooch on the first one (though I felt like I was wearing a giant red "D" on my chest for a long time), it always surprises me when someone I didn't think knew comes to me and says, "So I hear you've already been married! What happened? How long were you together?" Groan. Eight years total. I had issues, he had issues, we couldn't work through said issues, relationship kaput. We're not bad people; we just didn't work well enough together. End of story. Pick self up, brush off dust, begin anew.
While I like to think that I have effectively dealt with my past, sometimes it bites me in the butt. Every so often I wonder if I'm going to screw this one up too. More than one person has asked me if I'm really ready to walk down the aisle again, knowing full well that it too could end badly. Every single time I say, "Yes," without hesitation. But the past couple of weeks, I think, Really?
The past couple of weeks have been very difficult. I've decided that two months is about all I can handle living without Wiley. After that, things seem to break down just a bit. I get testier with him. I suppose that it's during these times of separation that I really start questioning everything. We have a good, strong relationship. But it really does get tested when we don't get along and there's an ocean separating us. I know that communication is key, but sometimes I find it so difficult to really say what I need to say to make my feelings heard. When I'm mad, I tend to act out: fester, blow, retreat to cool off, come back to it with a calmer head. I had such a good handle on not festering and not blowing for the longest time, but lately I haven't been able to do as good a job.
I left Sarajevo early, too early, it seems. The whole city has come to life. Wiley tells me of all his outings and people who come to visit him. Last week it was some chick from IU who stayed with him all week - I trust him, no problems, though I got tired of hearing "we went to dinner, then went to lunch...". Not long before that, it was a friend from Austria, and next weekend, another friend from Austria. Part of me wants to say, What are you doing? Are you really working? Because all you tell me is when you go out. I'm working my ass off over here and he's working but not in the same way. Grr. The rational side of me knows that he's working, really, he is. The side of me that's really tired of being apart wants to scream, "Work the weekends so you can come home early!" Not an option, and I know this, but I still want!!! We work very well together most of the time. I just miss my man.
Add to this the fact that I'm not a goal-setter. I actually really don't like the word "goal" because I think it forces people to think so much about the future that they miss the present. However, part of me is nagging myself. Are you sure you're not just lazy? my inner self will say. You go home after work and stay in, hardly go out, don't open up a book though you read a lot of blogs. The goal I suppose I had before going to Sarajevo was to go back to school. I broke it down to be more manageable - researched schools, figured out how to pay for it, got letters of recommendation, wrote a personal statement, handed over my money and applied, even got accepted! Now it seems like something that's not going to be tangible for a few years, and now I'm also starting to question if it's what I really want to do. So now what??? Good at this, good at that....but you know, for all the things I'm good at (advice, violin, photography, the occasional blog-post or some other writing piece), I would trade them in to be great at just one thing. To have passion for just one thing that I could pour myself into, that's what I want. Maybe then I would be a little more settled. At 31, I'm supposed to be settled, damnit, not feel like I'm just graduating college and have my whole life ahead of me so I can make a few wrong turns. Where is my path?
Tomato Garden
An old Italian lived alone in New Jersey . He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work, as the ground was hard.
His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old ma n wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament: Dear Vincent,
I am feeling pretty sad, because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like in the old days.
Love, Papa
A few days later he received a letter from his son.
Dear Pop,
Don't dig up that garden. That's where the bodies are buried.
Love, Vinnie
At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left.
That same day the old man received another letter from his son.
Dear Pop,
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love you, Vinnie
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Oh, Only 6 Days
Latest developments: we get to move into our friend's house. On August 28th. And from July 31 until then, we're essentially homeless. We are able to stay at a friend's apartment while she's gone, but we'll have to share the place with her roommate for a couple of weeks, which could be interesting considering I realized she had the hots for Wiley a couple of years ago...nothing too major...a small crush, but still. The cats unfortunately will need to board elsewhere, as our friend has allergies and is worried that the cat hair will forever be in the carpet.
In the meantime: I have little black bugs in the house. Bugs isn't quite the right word. They're the size of maggots, but they're black, not yellow. Do maggots come in another color? I don't smell anything out of the ordinary. Originally, when they were landing in my toilet, I wasn't too concerned because hey, it's the toilet. They fall from the bathroom vent into the toilet, which just leaves me to flush. But then I started noticing them coming out of the wall between my bedroom and the bathroom, and I got slightly freaked out. First, the cats could eat them. Second, just what are they? Third, why are they here? Roly polies I can deal with. Spiders I can even deal with - although since about the time I moved in here, at least once or twice a week as I'm falling asleep, I have a dream that I'm watching a spider descend from the ceiling. And we're talking giganto-spiders, like tarantula size. So I flip on my light and look around, only to realize I'm dreaming. In my linen closet, I ran into some kind of insect I'd never seen before...looked like a green cricket. I looked at him. He looked at me. I gave him the speech I give most of the bugs: "Outside, you're fine, inside, you're mine," squish. Earlier this week a friend told me that it's a carmel spider or something like that - it jumps, and I mean, jumps. My friend had one in his basement while I was doing a little paperwork for him and I decided for the day to name him Juan. Yesterday, when I went over, Juan was missing. I'm guessing Juan went the way of the dodo. Apparently, I'm not the only one with house rules for insects. Anyway, back to the black maggots...I can deal with them, but I really don't want to. Is this a lesson in control? That I've gone back to my ways of worrying about every little thing and by dealing with all of these critters I have to learn that I can't control everything? Bah.
The new job is going well. Today I got an ergonomic keyboard. I've named her Darth. She's all black and shiny and just a beastly thing. I hope it works better than my old keyboard. At least this one has no crumbs in it! And apparently I am liked - today my boss told me that no one could hire me away - "I will find them!" she said. It could have been helped by the fact that I brought in cupcakes, but this really was said before she tried them and exclaimed them to be the best cupcakes she'd ever tasted. Yep, I know my bakeries. My taste buds sing.
Bloomington is a little quieter now thanks to the students going home for summer vacation. But seriously people, we need to work on the 4-way stops. They go, then you go. Then they go, and you go. If you get there the same time as others, the person to the right has the right of way. (Right?) If someone doesn't want to go and the person who's facing you decides to go and you got there at the same time, it's ok to proceed as well. You don't get extra points for one car going at a time through an intersection.
On the other hand, I have got to hand it to the road crews. This morning, I drove on a road that was barren - all old asphalt taken off. Today, at lunchtime, all 4 lanes had been repaved. So there are some perks to living in a small town after all...
Thursday, May 15, 2008
I am so happy I'll be moving out of here soon.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Wiley got accepted into a conference taking place in November in...drum roll, please...I SAID DRUM ROLL, PLEASE!!!....Amsterdam! Yeah, home of all things legal. Amsterdam was a place I'd visited 10 years ago for just one night. It was where I saw my first marijuana joint up close and personal - IN A STORE. I bought a painting from that store. I still have it. It's currently over the entryway into the kitchen.
Walking through the Red Light district was entertaining. There were lots of women, even more men, and quite a few of them in the leather getup typically seen in your Police Academy movies at the Blue Oyster bar. I was taken by the canal running through the middle of the city, the bustling nightlife, the heated towel bars, and I hoped that someday, I'd be back.
Wiley has emailed the Powers That Be to see if it's possible to take a spouse along (since by that time, I'll be a spouse!). While he's at a conference, I could be walking around the city, taking pictures galore. Keep your fingers crossed.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
New Uses for Everyday Things
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Blowing off steam
Thursday, May 8, 2008
In my day, Baskin-Robbins was the expensive ice cream. Consequently, I never ate it. And I never wanted it melting into my cake. Now, in my older age, I'm a big fan of ice cream, even with my cake, though it's still best when it's cheap (and I really love me some custard from Sheridan's). Bloomington's got some great ice cream stands; I can't wait to eat some.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Yeah, so it seems I've hit a bit of a dry spell on the ol' blog. I've tried, but lately, like Cara, I've just not been feeling it. Not much purpose to it now...well, I guess for Wiley there is, if he'd ever write (um, yeah, Wiley, I'm calling you out again, but you won't check this before you go to Zvornik again). But not for me. I like reading others' blogs back in KC, but can I go to the Blogger Happy Hour? Not so much. New job doesn't allow for much vacation time. Not one for spouting off on the new job - I don't really like to do that. I get to learn new words and remember the ones I'd forgotten, like thrombocytopenia. I really am quite clueless when it comes to typing motions and filing stuff with the court because I never dealt with them in my old job, so I'm constantly asking questions, and so far, they haven't rolled their eyes or given me the "haven't you figured any of this out on your own yet?" look. I haven't yet found Bloomington blogs....Indy has quite a few of them, and I even emailed them to ask them if they knew people an hour away, and they didn't. Sigh. Spyder posted an article about how some people blog as a form of therapy, and I agree that it can be, though it can be Debbie Downer if you're hoping for feedback and get none. Wedding plans are coming along nicely. I finally have a baker for the most important piece of food at a wedding, the cake. (You knew it was cake, if you've been reading my blog at all.) So, there's a bit of listlessness going on here. The jellyfish feeling is back, where I just lilt along the water and see where the tide takes me. And I hate it. What's the point of it all?
Monday, May 5, 2008
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Sunday, May 4, 2008
This stinks.
Melinda has called me out! Before last week I hadn't posted because my life is boring. I write, I read, I research! The last week has been much more eventful. I spent Sunday through Tuesday in Zvornik attempting to figure out what is going on there and from Thursday through today I had the pleasure of a visitor from Austria. The pictures from Ulli's visit can be found here. I've included a few of Ulli's pictures as well as more of mine. Most of the pictures are from our trip to Pocitelj, a well-reconstructed ottoman fortress town built to defend Hercegovina from invaders from the sea. The trip with Ulli went off without a hitch, with the minor exception of the Bosnian museums, which were closed for the holiday weekend (May Day). This is the second time I've tried to go to that museum, but I've been thwarted both times. They seem to be open for about 4 hours a day on days when most people can't visit them.
My trip to Zvornik was much more interesting and challenging(pictures here). Zvornik is a fortress city on the Drina River, which now forms much of the border between Bosnia and Serbia. During the war in the early '90s, Zvornik was the location of a well-known ethnic cleansing operation carried out by some of the more infamous practitioners of the crime. My adventures in Zvornik had little to do with the cities recent history and much more to the difficult economic situation in which the city (and most of the region) now finds itself. Here are the highlights in chronological order:
1) Sharing the highway to Zvornik with livestock. Apparently Orthodox Easter is "let your cows, sheep and horses wander on the highway" day.
2) Staying in a "class B" hotel. I'm fairly certain that I was the only person staying in the hotel. It was in a great location on top of a hill overlooking the river. The non-functioning television and warm water weren't so great. When I asked if there was a way to use the internet, the guy pulled the cord out of the back of the phone and informed me that I would pay 12 cents a "pulse". I just had to "do what I usually do" to get on the internet. I'm guessing I was supposed to use a dialup connection no one has anymore.
3) The mobile phone "beep of death". I'd loaded my pre-pay cell phone with plenty of cash so that I could keep in touch with Melinda and meet my contacts. Since I'm still in Bosnia, it shouldn't cost me anything to receive calls. Imagine my surprise when after talking to Melinda for only 10 minutes I hear the beep that means my phone is out of cash. It turns out that my phone was connected to a tower in Serbia despite the fact that I was still in Bosnia. So, I was roaming. Lesson learned.
4) Trying to get work done on holidays. I found out too late that Orthodox is a four day holiday in Republika Srpska.
5) The old woman on the bus who told me her life story for 45 minutes before she realized that I'm a foreigner and only understood half of what she was telling me (partly because of the language and partly because of the engine noise from the bus). 45 minutes of answering her own questions. I tried to answer… but my answers didn't seem to interest her.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
A Word.
Today's graduates are confident and have the electronic wonders of the world at their fingertips. Better yet, most of them know how to use them, which helps in the "real world". Sure, on some things, they will be clueless until they get that job. College, unfortunately, does not teach you everything. You learn about history, about current events, about marketing, finance, how to sight-read, psychology, criminal justice, philosophy, how to swing a tennis racket or how to figure out your VO2 max. Some of this will help you, and some of it will be forgotten. Actually, according to my last job, we forget 75% of the things we are taught a mere three weeks later. Don't fret that you don't know everything, Graduate; you're not supposed to. Sure, people tell you you're supposed to have everything all figured out now that you're 22 and done with school, but life is a learning process that doesn't end when you leave the doors of your favorite (or least favorite) building. Keep an open mind to the situations you will encounter. Learn what you can and forget the piddly bullshyt. Do not get caught up in the rat race, and please don't compare yourself to your peers. You are setting yourself up for disappointment. Find your own inner compass, find what makes you happy, and go do it. Don't listen to the family members that tell you your chosen profession won't make any money. Let it go when your friend brags about their salary, which is double yours. There are more important things than money. Yes, you have to pay your bills, but do you need a Lexus SUV? Could you get by with something a little less flashy and more reliable? That's affirm. Get the job you want, get the shelter where you're safe and pets are accepted, make sure you can pay your bills and can save for retirement while at the same time spending some of that cash on a little fun. (I've found that living the 50-30-20 rule worked well for me in my previous life, where 50% of your monthly income is spent on bills, 30% is yours to spend, and 20% is to be put into savings for retirement.) Live simply so that you may simply live. Don't be afraid to try new things. Sometimes you surprise yourself when you try something - you may find that not only do you like it, but you're good at it. This new thing could be the start of a hobby or maybe someday a new profession. A friend of mine liked the Native American flute, so he bought one, and then decided he wanted to make them himself. He now has a very nice little business making flutes, and professional artists are using his product. But he just kinda stumbled into it. When you and your friends drift apart, you have a decision to make: try a little harder to remain in their lives, or let them go, and be glad you knew them for the period you did. Friendships come and go, and it's up to you to decide how much effort you're going to put forth to keep them going. Remain honest with everyone. Nobody is a mind-reader, and sometimes you really have to spell things out in order to get someone to see what it is you're trying to say. That's ok. I guess in this long list of what to do, it comes down to this: be true to yourself. Always. And enjoy the journey. Congratulations, graduates of 2008!!
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Wiley, Time to Write
Rallying the Troops
Obama can be a very charismatic speaker. However, I learned that he's not big into details. For example, he tried to tell us to get out and vote on Tuesday, but he flubbed up the time. It seemed that he didn't read the sheet before and said "uh" a lot. That's not the image you regularly see on TV, so it surprised me he wasn't quite so polished. But then he was when he started describing Everyfamily that has their share of problems, such as being sent to Iraq with a baby on the way and not having health insurance and not having a job. He had a lot of ideas, but he didn't back anything up with proof of a plan. One minute, we're spending $10 billion a day, the next we're spending $100 billion a month on the war. He wants students to get a $4000 credit so they can afford college by doing community service, but he didn't really outline any sort of plan. So at this stage of the game, there's a lot of marketing, but the product is still a little fuzzy. I will say that he didn't attack Hillary much. He said that they have differences, which pale in comparison to the differences between Dems and McCain, and that the Dems will be united come November. After 45 minutes of hearing his speech, we decided to leave and go to Tutto Bene for some drink and conversation. A friend is driving to Nebraska tomorrow - I told them how to find the cheese curds. Another's parents from Germany were in town - I asked them how their flight was in German, but that was about all I could squeak out. My brain just wasn't working. I might have a part-time gig setting up an office for a rental business that's taking off. All in all, a good night, but oh goodness, morning is going to come too early, so I'm hauling my azz off to bed.


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Think Green: Casey Affleck TOO Hot for TV
Casey Affleck, Ben's hotter younger brother who is about to appear in the film Oceans 13, tells fans why he shuns meat and why he chooses not to support an "industry that makes unhealthy products by torturing animals."
Above is the original ad which will not air on network television. PETA and Casey have been forced to create a toned-down version of the PSA that the networks will agree to air. Why pussyfoot around it? You might as well know where your food comes from.


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Someone get another box of tissues, because apparently I've sprung a leak.
This is the morning of the oldest boy's, oldest child's, commencement. In the evening we will be joining hundreds, thousands really, of others in an auditorium to watch our first born and 494 other graduates receive diplomas signifying academic achievements. My son has much to be proud of.
I am teary now and I have been teary for days, weeks months...who am I kidding? I'm one of those crying types.
So today, I sit and type through big, sobbing tears and I don't understand it. He's not going anywhere for two months and he's not even going far to college. It's just that sometimes my heart feels overflowing with the intensity of life. I tried to explain to the 10 yo because he was trying to understand my sadness...it's not sadness..exactly. It's more like an intensity of emotion.
I see flashes of the past 17+ years so vividly. I still remember the Husband's face when I told him there were 2 blue lines. It may be the only time that man has ever been speechless. I remember the awe at the miracle of his birth. I think love was really something tangible we could touch and hold in our hands in the predawn hours of that day. I realize how fleeting those nights he slept no more than 5 minutes at a stretch really were. They felt like they'd never end. I remember the way he ran around at my mother's funeral like the perfect comic relief and the way chasing him was the carrot on the string that kept me from curling up in a ball of despair; his smile and laugh were sweet comfort. When he was 3 and we were new to our church, his Sunday School teacher was convinced we'd never be back...the story of the widow's mite had him in tears. When he was 6 he announced he was going to build a 1000 story building for all the homeless people. He went through a phase where he wanted to be a roller coaster designer. (He is, instead, majoring in civil engineering). He is my personal tech support, the one who will not let his sister cry and will help his brothers with school work.
I look at him and am so proud of this young man. I see shades of the man he is yet to grow into and reflections of the boy he once was.
We want to give them roots and wings. We want to raise them so they can leave, but no matter how great we can be as parents (and I am far from great), we cannot control everything and everyone, including the children. I cannot always protect these kids from others or even their own choices. Having a part of my heart walking around outside my body can feel a little like someone squeezing the air of my lungs.
So today, I will cry a little. (Little is relative.) I will iron his shirt and smile with pride when he walks down the stairs with his tie knotted "just so". I will hold this memory in my heart along with all the others I have been blessed with and there will always be room for more memories of him and his brothers and sister as they walk through this crazy, amazing adventure of life.
-Peace and Love (and where is that box of tissues?!)
Friday, June 22, 2012
Roots and Wings and Caps and Gowns.. Oh My
Posted by Stacey at 7:17 AM
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- AnonymousJune 22, 2012 at 12:24 PM
Having a part of my heart walking around outside my body can feel a little like someone squeezing the air of my lungs.ReplyDelete
This..these words...yes. Amen. Amen Amen
gentle hugs from one J mommy to another.Replies
I remember those days! Now I have grandchildren, and let me tell you, more pieces of your heart living outside your body give you some of your greatest moments and deepest fears.Delete
All we can do is put our faith and trust in the Father to keep all of them safe and let them know they are loved.
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A Record of the Benevolent Government at Ogawa (Ookawa Jinsei-roku). Third part, volumes 1-3. Yomihon illustrated in Osaka style. All three volumes have decorative covers with plum blossom patterns. Volume 1 title page, four double page and two single page black and light blue color prints to introduce characters and places. Volume 2 three double page illustrations. Volume 3 three double page illustrations.
Very nicely illustrated action story about treacheries involving House of Chiba and Izu-ya in Ookawa.


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Wednesday, December 14, 2011
LIFE | Time For Change
Yes, the visuals have changed!
It felt like it was time to pour more time and thought into Love Aesthetics. I´ve disliked my header for a long time but wanted to come up with something good and more permanent before changing it. I finally came up with a concept that is less digital; inspired on forms and product manuals. So instead of running to the usual Photoshop and trying out a million fonts I pulled out my scissors, copying machine and a pen instead. There will be a few more adjustments during the time coming.
I once started this blog to be a part of the online rebels that were democratizing fashion, I had no readers, was embarrassed to tell my friends about what I was up to online and had little idea of what I was doing. But in three years this online space called Love Aesthetics has evolved into something that reflects my view on fashion better and of which I can even say I´m a bit proud of.
Over the past years the character of the blogosphere has also gone through some big changes. Shortly said it went from bloggers taking pictures of themselves with tiny digital cameras in a mirror and reporting about
the local vintage boutique to making Vogue-worthy images and reporting about the Paris shows from front row seats.
Seeing what a valuable addition all the collective voices of blogs have become to the fashion industry is inspiring to pour more time and thought into what one throws online. Not only have I put a bit more effort into the visual aspects of Love Aesthetics but also plan to place blogging higher on my priority list and take more time to produce content.
Though the appearance, the execution and quality have changed and developed over the years, my blog is still the same in spirit. I blog because of my hyper enthusiasm and obsession with fashion. Love Aesthetics is about my love for aesthetics and my interest in what lies beneath the appearance of things. Thank you all for staying tuned, it has been the best reward and motivation to keep the updates coming!
* Small note to those who share my aversion towards commerce. Yes I've decided to take advertisements. But have no fear, no content will be compromised. If you want to know more about my approach to sponsors read the 'ethics' section.


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Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Wordless Wednesday - Definitely in the South
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Ha! Ha! But that could be a 'Hoop' from any playground in the world probably!!ReplyDelete
The hoop yes, but the Spanish moss not so much... :) I wonder when it was last used?!ReplyDelete
Belle photo très suggestive...ReplyDelete
The net nicely parallels the moss. Lovely.ReplyDelete
It took me a minute.....that is priceless!!!ReplyDelete
(actually I was looking for duct tape somewhere...)
I grew up with moss hanging everywhere so I love seeing photos of it now. Great pic! Funny, the moss is what I saw first!ReplyDelete
It makes one realize how quickly nature can reclaim our creations.:)ReplyDelete
Great photo!! Guess you haven't used that basketball hoop in a while..ReplyDelete
Liebe Silke,ReplyDelete
wir freuen uns mit dir über die schönen Tage
mit deinem Besuch.
Liebe Grüße
Angela und Elisabeth
too funny...they say if you stand still long enough...ReplyDelete
- AnonymousMarch 9, 2011 at 1:42 PM
Wow... the moss makes the net look like an artifact. Good eye!ReplyDelete
That stuff will grow on anything. LOL!!ReplyDelete
Yeah...that's what I saw first...I remember going to Florida and driving around wondering what all those cobwebs were hanging from the trees!ReplyDelete
Have a great day Silke!
Cool picture! I didn't even realize there was moss on it until I read everyone's comments! lol Excited to see you back!ReplyDelete
spanish moss is so beautiful! so nice to see green. we've had two days of snow again!ReplyDelete
kisses to you!
Great shot Silke! Oooh to see green again.ReplyDelete
Great photo! TheresaReplyDelete
Love the photo of the Spanish moss... and of the toad!!!ReplyDelete
I know you have been enjoying the time with family.


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<< Return to Comprehensive Links
Androgyny RAQ (Rarely Asked Questions): This FAQ (or RAQ, as the author calls it) gives interesting insight into androgyny and gender as a social construct.
Footnotes: Pronouns: The author compares several popular gender-free pronoun variants, including singular "they," Spivak, and zie/hir; suggests a composite parsed ze/em/zeir; and concludes that using gender-free pronouns draws more attention to gender rather than less, and using gender-free language in general is more important than using gender-free pronouns alone.
Genderfork: Genderfork is a website that explores gender variance through photography and user-generated profiles and discussions. One of the possible entries for the profile is "As far as third-person pronouns go, …" and the answers given are varied and thought-provoking.
Person Paper on Purity in Language: Douglas Hofstadter writes a fictional essay set in a world where language is divided between not gendered lines, but racial ones, and his character scoffs at the thought of using race-neutral words. Deals more with the idea of sexist language than pronouns per se, but still a thought-provoking read.
Pronoun Trouble: TV Tropes documents, in its regular tongue-in-cheek fashion, various strategies used in fiction when dealing with gender-neutral characters or characters of unknown gender.
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Life: Then and Now 2
By Hallie Cantor
Sleeping Then: You play in your PJs, your dad pointing to the clock. "But I don't want to go to bed!" Now: You sit at a desk doing work, gazing longingly at your bed. "But I want to go to bed." Shopping Then: Your mom straightens your polo collar in a dressing room. You pull at it and say, "This is stupid." Now: You give up trying unsuccessfully to button tight pants over your gut. "This is stupid." Correspondence Then: First-person view of your hand holding a large novelty pencil, writing: "Dear Pen Pal, Hi. How are you? I am good." Now: First person view of your hands on the keyboard, typing on Facebook: "heyyy its been foreveeeer whats good" Sleepovers Then: You and a friend pull on your mom's shirt, begging, "Can Rob sleep over? Please please please?" Now: You casually-desperately ask a love interest at your front door, "Wanna come in to watch a movie? Please?" Cleaning Then: You drop one toy into a bin and announce, "Done!" There are still toys everywhere. Now: You wipe off the bathroom counter and announce, "Done!" It's still disgusting. Cooking Then: You dare a friend to try a gross glass full of juice, milk, salt, steak sauce, mustard, and your dad's cholesterol pills. Now: You serve a gross-looking plate of food to a disappointed date (same guy/girl as in Sleepovers). Bathing Then: Your dad drags you to the bath, kicking and screaming. He says: "Get in!" Now: You happily/sleepily take a shower, while a roommate bangs on the door, saying "Get out!" ALT. Travel Then: Kid on a road trip with his family, he is in the backseat happily playing gameboy. Now: Guy trying to get to work in bumper-to-bumper traffic.


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It has been tough to think about what might happen to Shimer in the future. I know, on a conscious level that the move it not going to be the end of Shimer, but that does not mean I'm falling all over myself about the move.
I'm curious, though, about the preparations. What is going on over there? It's been a while since anything has been said one way or another. Has the building redesign been finished? When will students officially move? Is there some sort of last hurrah? Will there be a maypole one last time at Shimer? What will happen to reunions?
I know it's a lot of questions, but I'm frustrated, worried, disconnected, and far away. Like all things, this place I miss and call home is changing, and I can't be a part of it, so I wonder what is going on?
Anyone, and everyone, feel free to help those of us who are feeling either disaffected or disconnected know what is going on.


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Yes, that's plural! We are celebrating two birthdays today.
My oldest son, Paul....
This picture is in our apartment in Alaska. You can see the sign out the window for Eielson Arms Apartments. Do you think he wanted to go outside??
He's forty two today.....that is 4.2. and hard for me to believe
that I'm old enough to have a 42 year old child.
And the Superhero, who will forever be older than me! At least for eleven months out of every year.
Happy Birthday! I love you both.


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Obviously it has been a little rough around these parts lately. Last night Harrison had a meltdown at the book fair at daycare. It was ugly. He was tired because he did not sleep well Sunday night. McCartney was grouchy and angry. I took a step back and realized the stress in the house is affecting us all.
I need to be the adult and pull on by big girl panties. I HAVE to make this change. This morning was good. The kids all slept well and they were pretty pleasant. I changed my attitude this morning and things went much more smoothly.
I know that sometimes it's hard to live with kids like ours. I know it gets to us. We have to cut ourselves some slack, but the time comes when it is our job to change it up. Today was my time.
Will tonight be good? Who knows.
Will I do my darnedest to make it better by changing ME? Yes. Because we all know I can't change him.
I can only control myself.
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