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There's nothing like getting lost in a good movie... There's nothing like getting lost in a good plot, a great love story or mystery. There's nothing like falling in love with a character, both good and bad. And there's nothing like being transported away to a breathtaking place. Movies allow us to lose ourselves for a while - to take a break from reality. Sometimes they're as therapeutic as a vacation. Often we don't have time for such luxuries but sometimes we're forced to slow down. Sometimes we're even forced to stay indoors.
The Polar Vortex has had a grip on us and will be back again. When it's this cold out everyone should stay at home. Imagine if the whole community shut down? Imagine if the grocery stores and hardware stores and liquor stores and drug stores all closed? It'd be just like the 70s! I remember it back then... just barely. It was boring because nothing was open but we got along just fine. And so the world will be just fine if we all decide to stay inside. At home. Where it's warm. On the couch, or under the covers, with a great big bowl of popcorn... So let's escape reality for a little while and lose ourselves in some great classic feel good movies!
1. The Notebook... the name has become synonymous for tear jerker.
2. Safe Haven (or any Nicholas Sparks movie)... for the same reason mentioned above.
3. When Harry Met Sally... timeless. Classic. Truly funny.
4. Sleepless in Seattle... Because I am an incurable romantic.
5. Breakfast at Tiffany's... because I've always wanted a cat named cat. And Moon River gets me every time.
6. Sabrina (both the old and the new ... and we just happen to adore Greg Kinnear so anything he's in too!)
7. West Side Story...Because it was hipster before hipster was hip. Did you know this was adapted from Romeo and Juliet? And we love a good musical score.
8. Under the Tuscan Sun... isn't this everyone's dream?
9. Dirty Dancing, because no one puts baby in a corner.
10. Footloose, the original version. Because we all want to get up and start dancing.
11. Love Story, because we all want our own Preppy. And for when you want a really good cry.
12. Metropolitan, Preppy New York society comes of age... We just love this one.
13. Bridges of Madison County - Tugs at the heartstrings. True love. Meryl....
14. Mama Mia... if but for nothing but the songs... Meryl Rocks it too tho...
15. The Devil Wears Prada - Do we need to say the M word again?
16. Julie and Julia... food and love, (and Meryl!) is there a more perfect pairing?
17. It's Complicated... see above reasons... and we think Meryl's kitchen is to die for!
You sensing a theme? We'd like to list every Meryl Streep movie but we don't have the room!
18. Pretty Woman. Because "Welcome to Hollywood! What's your dream? Everybody comes here; this is
Hollywood, land of dreams. Some dreams come true, some don't; but keep on dreamin' - this is Hollywood. Always time to dream, so keep on dreamin'."
19. Mystic Pizza. Because it's Mystic Pizza.
20. Top Gun - Maybe it was my thing for Goose. Maybe it was my thing for Kenny Loggins. or Ray Bans.
21. One more classic to round off our list... High Society. Newport. Frank, Grace and Bing. Cole Porter. I mean what's not to love?
Pass the popcorn please!


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It's been a chilly few months in Los Angeles, but the sun is out now and peak concert season is just around the corner! To help get you back in your live music groove, we're giving away two pairs of tickets to Niki & The Dove's Monday (January 28th) show with supporting acts Vacationer and Kan Wakan at the El Rey.
Not only is Niki & The Dove from Sweden, as you can see from the above photo, lead singer Malin Dahlström has a style resembling that of our beloved Lykke Li and an indie pop music style that harkens to our favorite little Swedish songstress. Though Niki & The Dove only formed a few short years ago, their music was quickly noticed by the legendary label Sub Pop, who released their 2012 album Instinct. It's filled with ethereal melodies that make you want to groove for hours. Plus, at Monday's show you'll have a chance to check out Vacationer (think chilled out, Washed Out-style tunes) and Silver Lake based 'experimental soul' band Kan Wakan before the main act. See below for the super easy way to enter our ticket concert ticket giveaway! [Top Photo via]
How to Enter
All you need to enter for a chance to win a pair of tickets Niki & The Dove's show at the El Rey (courtesy of our good friends at Goldenvoice) on Monday, January 28th, is a Facebook or Twitter account. Just head to the Guest of a Guest Facebook page, make sure you 'like' us and tag yourself in this photo, and/or follow us on Twitter and Tweet @GofGLA telling us why you should win (doing both ups your chances)! If you're a huge Niki & The Dove fan, you should try to convince us to choose you in a comment underneath the Facebook photo too. We'll pick our winners by Friday, 1pm PST so hurry up and enter!
If you don't feel like taking a risk but still want to get in on the action, you can still buy tickets right here. Stay tuned to Guest of a Guest L.A. and the @GofGLA Twitter for amazing giveaways just like this one!

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Thunderstrike: Operation Phoenix is a fun-ass helicopter romp, and there's no reason for anyone to deny it. OK, so many most folks aren't being that defensive, and they're admitting that they like it. Cool. So, for those who are thinking they might want it, Eidos has just launched a site entirly dedicated to Thunderstrike: Operation Phoenix.
The site is relatively sized, with some decent pieces of artwork with aircraft, choppers, ships, vehicles and weapons, more than two dozen screenshots, and a nice streaming video to boot.
If you're interested in helicopters and things of this sort, https://www.thunderstrikegame.com go to this neato site and take a look around.
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Violence has escalated since Sunday when the regime ordered troops into the restive city of Hama, where they have shelled buildings and shot indiscriminately at residents.
Rights groups say more than 100 people have been killed since the siege of Hama started on the eve of the Muslim holy month of Ramadan.
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The passing of former Massachusetts Senator Edward Brooke III, at age 95, gave obituary writers and political commentators a rare opportunity—perhaps one of the last—to put together the words "liberal Republican." Brooke, who served as attorney general of Massachusetts before becoming the first African-American elected to the US Senate by a popular vote, was an epic figure in the politics of the 1960s and 1970s. With his ardent support for civil rights, faith in the ability of an active and engaged government to address economic and social challenges, and deep skepticism about the Vietnam War, he took the lead in a liberal Republican vanguard that included New York Mayor John Lindsay, New York Governor Nelson Rockefeller, New York Senator Jacob Javits, Michigan Governor George Romney, Maryland Senator Charles "Mac" Mathias, Michigan Congressman Don Riegle Jr., Oregon Senator Mark Hatfield, New Jersey Senator Clifford Case, New Jersey Congresswoman Millicent Fenwick, California Congressman Pete McCloskey and a young Ripon Society activist, Wisconsin legislator and future congressman named Tom Petri.
The list of liberal—or at least liberal-leaning "moderates"—in the Republican Party was once long and diverse. But as the party has veered further and further to the right, even politically engaged Americans have begun to forgot how influential those liberals were, and how close some of them came to changing their direction of their party and the course of history.
Brooke offers a remarkable reminder of what might have been.
Elected to the Senate in 1966, he was featured on the cover of Time magazine and the front page of The New York Times. He rose immediately to a position of great prominence in a party that was proud of its anti-slavery and anti-segregationist roots. Brooke was a speaker at the 1968 Republican National Convention, where he was speculated about as a potential vice presidential nominee. Later, he was offered a cabinet post and a nomination to serve on the Supreme Court by the Republican who was elected president that year, Richard Nixon.
As the man who became Nixon's first vice president, Spiro Agnew, stirred more and more controversy, Brooke was frequently mentioned as a potential replacement for Agnew on the 1972 Republican ticket. The top Republican in the US Senate, Pennsylvania's Hugh Scott, told reporters that Brooke "would be an asset to the G.O.P. national ticket." In October of 1971, Time magazine highlighted the "Brooke Talk" and speculated that adding the senator to the ticket might help Nixon and the Republicans to renew the party's appeal to African-American and young voters.
In any scenario that made Brooke Nixon's second in command—as a member of the 1968 and 1972 Republican tickets, as a replacement for Agnew on the 1972 ticket, or after Agnew's 1973 resignation perhaps as an appointee to the nation's number-two position—the Massachusetts senator would have been the first African-American vice president. And, upon Nixon's resignation in 1974, Brooke would have been positioned to become the first African-American president.


text: So I just picked up my apple TV and got it all set up. The streaming movies and TV shows from the cloud seem to work great except for one. I just purchased episode 1 from the new south park season and whenever I try to stream it I get the message "the itunes store is currently unavailable. Try again later". It is only for that one show. Does anyone know how to fix this? It has been that way for about an hour now.


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The Roadhouse VTX1300C Model slip-on kit comes nicely packaged to prevent shipping damage and includes everything necessary for installation except the tools. In addition to the pair of polished slip-ons, the kit includes heat shields that cover the junction to the mufflers, a muffler bracket and assorted clamps and fasteners. A close inspection of our first-run units revealed no unwanted surprises. The craftsmanship is top-notch from the slick welds to the smooth chrome finish. Roadhouse guarantees their products against defects in material and construction for one year.
Replacing the stock units with the Roadhouse slip-ons is a snap. It took about 15 minutes to remove the stock pipes and another 15-20 to install the well-made slip-ons. The installation process itself is well detailed in the instructions, with the exception of one item. The two slip-on pipes are so close in appearance it is difficult to tell which belonged on the top and which belonged on the bottom. Perhaps an indicator of some type would help alleviate any confusion in an otherwise simple process. Once that little issue was sorted out, the pipes were bolted on and the VTX was fired up in about 20 minutes. Roadhouse offers toll-free technical assistance if there is a problem that cannot be resolved on your own.
Once in place, the overall appearance doesn't change too dramatically because the slip-ons look similar to the stock units. But the Roadhouse engineers designed a neat little trick into these babies. The slash-cut tips can be turned down to mimic the stock appearance. We preferred the slash-cut look. Also available for an extra $85 are shark fin tips.
The Roadhouse slip-ons not only do they improve the sound of the V-Twin, they also pare 7.5 lbs. from the bike. The stock units weigh in at 25.25 lbs. compared to the Roadhouse's 17.75 lbs. Fitting slip-ons without making changes to the fuel or ignition system typically don't boost power significantly, so we didn't bother making another dyno run. No significant changes in performance were noticeable through our seat-of-the-pants dyno, but all our test riders much preferred the burlier exhaust sound and kept the revs up a bit more when cruising around the town to enjoy the aural pleasure. After riding the VTX for more than a month in stock trim, we were pleased to hear the bike in a moderately uncorked state.
Overall, the Roadhouse slip-ons made a significant improvement in the way we felt about the VTX. Shaving a few pounds never hurts, nor does improving exhaust flow. But the biggest gain was in the overall riding experience. Instead of rolling along in near silence, the VTX now blends in with big Twin customs seen trolling boulevards everywhere. The throaty bark of the 1300cc V-Twin adorned with the new slip-ons was not obnoxiously loud. Instead, the deep rumble was considered by all our resident testers to be more enjoyable than the muffled stock exhaust note.
At $469.99 the Roadhouse slip-ons are competitively priced with other slip-ons available for both the VTX1300 S or C models, plus you get the ability to run them in stock or slash-cut configurations in a matter of minutes.
For more information on these slip-ons as well as other systems for metric-cruisers including the Honda VTX1800, Yamaha's Warrior and Kawasaki's Mean Streak, check out Roadhousebrand.com.
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My daughter recently enrolled in a tae kwon do class for a couple of months. Besides now having the ability to fend off her bigger brother with the threat of a karate chop, she came out of it more confident and surprisingly more respectful. She started responding to everything we would ask her to do with a decisive, "Ma'am, yes, ma'am!" and "Sir, yes, sir!" And then she would go do it quickly and with great pleasure! We, her parents, would just look at each other and marvel. It was beautiful!
This was in direct contrast to our son, who was in this phase in which he would question, delay, and whine at every request. Besides wanting to enroll my son in the class immediately, this got me to thinking about the idea of respect.
While I don't want to make my kids feel like they are in the military, I do want them to show respect for their father and me and for all those who are in authority over them. And the primary way children show respect for authority figures is by how they treat us.
I'm sure we've all seen children who backtalk or even scream at their parents; and like me, you may cringe when parents let that happen. Or maybe there have been times when you're the parent whose child treats you disrespectfully and you wonder how it got that way. Perhaps you don't even notice and you think it's normal.
I think it's easy as parents to become numb to the way our kids treat us. Over time, we start picking our battles, and there may be occasions in which we choose the wrong ones. Or perhaps we attempt to be their friends (instead of their parents), and we focus too much on what makes them "happy."
But in the end, don't both kids and parents lose when this happens? Eventually, children will show disrespect to the "wrong person" (which can lead to big trouble), and they still won't respect us as their parents. When we teach our kids to respect others, especially those in authority, we set them up for success rather than failure.
Now, I'm sure as much as we reinforce the practice of respect at home, kids will leak out the disrespect they pick up from their friends, from what they watch on television, and from what they observe in culture.
Just yesterday, my son came home appalled by the way his 4th grade classmate treated his teacher, cussing at her for confiscating a toy. (It didn't end well for the guy.) I was glad he was appalled. I was too! Then I took him to football practice and watched him question his coach on the sideline in a disrespectful way.
I'm glad we are focusing on the idea of respect this month, not because I now want to force my children to treat me like I want them to treat me (and run the risk of having them rebel against authority later). My goal is to keep them in check, for their own good. I want to speak into their hearts now: to set them up for success later. I want them to know how to treat others and respect even those who may seem undeserving. I want them to go out into the world and love people.
I would love to hear your thoughts as I begin to have more of these conversations with my children.
How are you teaching your kids the importance of showing respect to authority?
Karen Wilson works at Orange as Reggie Joiner's assistant and Manager/Editor of OrangeParents.org. She and her husband Mark have two children, Elijah (9) and Sara (7).


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'FG Should Create An Enabling Environment For Businesses'
THE Founder of Dream Big and Succeed Global Conference, Pastor Sunday Ezekiel, has called on President Muhammadu Buhari's government to create an enabling environment for business to thrive.
The Lagos-based cleric made this call at the annual Dream Big and Succeed global conference which took place in Lagos. According to him, while there is no venture without its own challenges, the government should encourage young business with incentives that will make it easy for youths to start and grow their business.
"Our youths are the country's future. The nation should be concerned about their business success and capacity development. Engaging them through development of small- scale business opportunities will take majority of them off the street."
He advised the youths to strive to discover their purpose in life and urged them to dream big and pursue their individual dreams.
Ezekiel used the occasion to celebrate his 5th year in the ministry and vineyard of God, and his 10th year wedding anniversary.
The pastor added that the annual Dream Big and Succeed global conference is a vision that God gave him as a way of fulfilling the aspect of the ministry's mandate to raise a people of impact and exploits.
The theme for this year's conference was: Creating your successful future. He presented some new books to mark the event.
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Aunt Vicky
It was the last week in june. School was letting out, the air was warm and had the scent of summer all over it. I could not wait for the next couple weeks of freedom I had ahead of me. I just turned 16 a few monthes before, I had nothing but boys,gossip and the average teen trebulations on my mind. I lived with just my dad in a small city, My mom had left us when I was younger and I have no brothers or sisters. My dad worked alot and I was left up to my own good most of the time , but that was the way I liked it! I was just finshing my morning glass of orange juice when my dad walked through the door. He was almost never home at this time during the day so It caught me off guard.
"Dad what are you doing home so early" I said.
"Today has been a great day! Greg came down with the flu and won't be able to make the Ottawa trip so they have asked me instead. A whole month and a half in Ottawa, I can't wait isn't this Great!" my dad said in the most cheerful of tones.
"Uh.. no what about all my friends, and my plans for the summer. I don't want to go dad your ruining everything" I whined.
"Well sweetie lucky for you I knew you would say something like that so I have aranged for you to go stay with Aunt Vicky while i'm away. That way you can stay in the city and still have your summer" He said proudly.
"But dad why can't I just stay here by myself I'm old enough to handle it come on"
I was hoping my begging would get me some where.
"Lucy you are only 16, I'll be damned if I let my 16 year old daughter stay all by herself alone in this house, Anything could happen to you. The answer is No. Now go up stairs and pack your stuff. I have to get on the road and be there for 4 o'clock. Don't worry about getting everything you need Aunt Vicky has a house key and she won't mind driving you back to get some of your stuff." He said with a no messing around tone.
"Fine!" I agreed and ran upstairs. Aunt Vicky, I hadn't seen her since I was 6 years old, She had never had children and married a man that was always away on buissness. I hoped that even though she was now in her mid 50's that she would be some what cool. I through my nessasties in a bag and headed for the car. My dad was already waiting and ready to go. Aunt Vicky only lived about a 15 minute drive away and we soon approached the front of her house. It was a small brick 3bedroom house, Nice garden and with a hot tub in the back.
"Hey I could get use to this place" I thought. We headed for the door and rang the bell.
A tall middle aged dark haired women opened the door and stood in the door way. Even though Aunt Vicky was a middle aged woman she was still very beautiful, and had such grace about her.
"Lucy look at you! You have grown up to be such a beautiful young lady, Tall like your father" she said while admiring me.
" Thanks" I blushed.
"You look like you haven't even aged a bit, Since the last I saw you."
Aunt Vicky smiled.
"Here come inside let me put your bags in your room" she said sweetly.
I followed here into the house,down the hall and in the first of two bedrooms. The room was nice. It was painted Lavender and had a florial bed spread, a streo, dresser,television, and its own telephone. All in all not to bad I figured.
"Ok Lucy, I gotta hit the road before traffic gets backed up" Dad said.
"Alright, thanks dad. I'll miss you make sure you call me every two days"
"I will, Don't worry hunny. Love you Lucy be good for your aunt!"
"Bye dad" I had never been away from my dad for more then a week and that was when I was in summer camp when I was 11. I hated it and never wanted to go back. But I knew Dad needed this work and he was happy and after all I was 16. I should really stop being such a child.
"Ok Lucy, I was just finshing organizing the spare room before you came.You just chill out for awhile Then we will have supper around 6'oclock. How dose that sound?" she asked.
"Sounds great to me" I agreed.
"Make sure you knock before you enter the spare room. I just finshed painting in there and I don't want to let the fumes into the house" Aunt Vicky said very seriously.
"Sure no problem" and with that She turned and headed out and shut the door behinde her.
I figured i'd just lounge and watch some t.v and before I knew it It was Dinner Time.
Aunt Vicky had the dinning room table set with beautiful china plates, She had made some chicken rice stir fry thing, It looked delicious! We sat together and ate our meal catching up on the years that had past us by. She shared how her and her husband had been trying to have a baby for the past five years but she was simply to old and the fertilty treatments would not take. I felt sorry for her. Part of her seemed so lonely. I made a mental note that even when the summertime was over I would have to make an effort to stop by and see her. After dinner was done, She took our plates into the sink.
" I have ran a bath for you down the hall, Your towels and everything you need are already in there for you" my aunt said lovingly. I thought it was some what strange that someone had ran me a bath, it had never happened before but I figured what the hell and headed down the hall.
I stripped naked for 16 I had a very devloped womanly body. I wore a full C cup and had very curvey hips. I let my hair down and it tickled as it fell across my back. I put one foot in the water the warmth felt so good on my skin. I sank into the tub and let the realaxtion take a hold of me. Shortly after I heard a knock at the door.
"It's me. Can I come in?" It was my aunt. I had never let any adult see me naked before so I felt very shy. But what was I to to say no to the woman whos house I was staying at for the whole summer.
"Uh.. Okk" I said a little un-easy.
She came in and shut the door behinde her and locked it. What was she doing. Why was she locking the door. I began to feel very nervous. She sat down on the toliet seat reached over and squished out some shampoo into her hands. She started to lather my hair with her strong hands being very gentle though.
"Lucy you see for a long time now. I have been alone. Tony is always away and I have no one hear with me most of the time. When your dad called and asked if I would mind looking after you for the summer I was over joyed! I knew that I could have some great fun with you and nither of us would ever get lonely again. Your dad has told me you have been up to no good, Having sex with boys, Skipping school. I think it is time Someone taught you a lesson and that person will be me." I was blushing and I could feel my body start to shake but Aunty kept washing away at my hair and moved her hands down my body and lowered them imbetween my legs. She pushed them appart.
"Stand up" she ordered.
Out of fear I did what she asked. My small vagina was starring her in the face. I hadn't shaved in about two weeks So I had some bush just over the top. Aunt Vicky took some shaving cream and rubbed it in over my vagina. She then took a razor and shaved off everything I had until I was bald and smooth.
"Now I know this idea may not sit well with you Lucy, And your dad may NEVER find out about this and If he dose, If you even think Of telling him. I will make your life so un-livable that none will ever believe you" I was so confused and scared tears were starting to well in my eyes.
"Don't cry, Thats not what I want my sweet little girl to do. You see Lucy over the next month and a half you will be the sweet little baby girl I've always wanted. You will act,look and be treated Like a baby. And if you protest in anyway There will be a worse punishment so terrible you don't even want to know about it" She said in a loud meaningful way.
"Now get up and out of the bath" She wrapped a towel around me and dryed me off. She un-locked the bathroom and lead me past the bedroom I thought was mine and into the second room. She opened the door to a Pink room filled with a large size baby crib, High chair,Change tabel and many baby toys. It was a nursery. She really had planed this all along! She picked me up and lay my naked body on to the change tabel. She opened up the first drawer and pulled out two thick disposable diapers. They had dora designs on them and they were pink and girly. She lifted my legs into the air and slide the first diaper underneath me. She sprinkled some baby powder onto my vagina.
"Baby girls must always smell pretty" she cooed. She fastned the tapes and then repeated with the second diaper. The diapers felt thick between my legs and when she placed me down on the floor and told me to walk to the rocking chair, I couldnt walk. I waddled over to the chair. As I sat down she parted my hair and put it up into pig tails and fastned the pony tails with ribbion. She then pulled out a Pink t-shirt with a heart and pulled it over my head. It barley covered the diapers and when I caught a glimpse of my self. I was horrifed. I started to cry. I wasen't a baby I was 16 years old.
" There, There baby girl Aunty has something for you" from behinde her back she pulled out a pink bottle with pink juice. She took the cap off and stuck the nipple in my mouth.
" Drink Up" she demanded. I was to scared to dis obey this woman was obviously crazy who knew what she was capable of. I sucked on the nipple and the juiced flowed to the back of my throat. It was sweet tasted of raseberry. I drank the whole 8oz while she held me in her lap.
When I was done I could feel the pressure in my bladder start to build up. I had to pee but I was scared to ask to go to the bathroom because I was pretty sure what the answer would be. But I just couldnt imagine wetting these diapers. How embarrassing.
"Aunt Vick I have to pee" I said very meekly.
"Well silly baby girl I figured so. I put some pills in your juice to make you go easyer. Now be a good girl and wett your diaper thats what your wearing them for". Was she serious this was all getting to be to much. I couldn't take it holding my anger and bladder at one time wasen't working. She I had no other choice and let go of my bladder. I could hear the sound of me pissing my diaper I felt all the warm liquid pool up inside underneath my vagina and the diaper slowly absorb it and puff outwards full of my pee. In a way the warmth felt very good it was almost a turn on for a few moments. My aunt saw the relieved look on my face.
"Good girl" she said and with that picked me up and put me in the crib.
"What your not going to change me" I said getting anxious.
"Oh silly girl. No not yet you still have another 3 more wettings before your ready for another change. Try and get some sleep I will be back in a few hours to check up on you.She turned and closed the door behinde her. I couldnt believe what was happening. I was a 16 year old girl wearing a soggy wet diaper and sitting in a freaking baby crib. It all felt like a bad dream and I began to feel very tired. I desided to lay down and rest my eyes. Maybe in the morning this would all be a bad dream.
I awoke in the morning with the warm sun comming through the window and shining on my face. It was bright outside. I slowly opened my eyes , my head still about cloudy. My bottom half felt very heavey and the smell of piss was all around me. I was damp and cold. I looked down with horror and saw my soggy pink diapers, and a huge wet spot in the crib. I had peed so much that it had leaked out of my diaper. This wasen't a bad dream. Aunt Vicky was serious I was going to have to be her baby for a whole month and a half instead of being a teenager going out and doing fun things with my friends. I felt my self getting choked up, I couldnt hold it in anymore. Tears fell like heavey piano's out of my eyes, all I could do was sob. I then heard footsteps comming towards the door. It was Aunt Vicky.
"there there baby girl don't cry, aunty will get you all cleaned up" she lifted me out of the crib and lead me to the bathroom. She law me on the floor and un-did the tapes of my diapers as she removed them the sence of heaveyness lifted but my vagina still wet felt cold.
"good baby, now i've noticed baby girl hasen't had her poopy yet, that is no good. Aunty dosen't like having to clean a stinky baby but baby needs to be healthty and make sure she goes. I think I have just the supplys we need to fix this" I was getting worried now what else could this woman do to me, Hadn't i been put through enough!.
"No please no more aunt vicky, I promise I will be good I promise I will have no more sex!" I pleaded.
"Excuse me child but I don't ever want to hear you tell me no. I told you you are a baby now and you will act like it! Baby's dont say no to there aunty's now stand up and bend over the toliet" She demanded. I was pretty sure she wasen't lieing now when she said she would punish me so I did what was told. I put both hand on the toliet seat and stuck my bum into the air.
"Thats right good girl" Aunty cooed. I heard her preparing something in the backround. What was she doing? She came behinde me and spread my ass cheeks. Then she took some kind of jelly and rubbed it all over my hole. All of a sudden I felt a long tube being inserted into my bum. I let out a scream It hurt, I had never had anything up my bum before. Aunty reached infront of me and pushed a pink pacifer in my mouth.
"shh baby girl it will all be done in a minute"
I felt the tube go further up my bum. I bit down on the soother to try and relieve the pain. Then out of no where I felt a warm liquid be pumped up the tube. Imeadiatly My bowel felt lossend up and I felt the urge to go. I held back as long as I could as sahe pumped more liquid into me. I was starting to losse control.
"Aunty I'm going to poop myself" I said in a panic.
She then slowly pulled the tube back out and lifted the toliet seat.
"Here little lucy this the only time you may use the potty"
Finally I thought I ran over to the seat and my bowels gushed out. It felt like such a relief. I was thankful I didn't have to use my diaper.
"Your being such a good girl today" Aunty said cheerfully.
She took my hand and lead me back into the nusery where she helped me get back up on to the change tabel. She removed all my clothes. The plastic was cold against my back. I shivered a little.
"oh no baby's cold, I better hurry and cover her up" she took a few baby wipes out of the container and wiped my bum clean and then my vagina. She powdered me up and made sure I was nice and dry.
"lift your bum up" she said while holding my legs in the air. She slide one,two, three diapers underneath me.
"Since you leaked through two diapers yesterday, I think its safe to say we will put a third one on you today" Aunty said lovingly. She finshed me up, dressed me and then broiught me over to the highchair. She straped me in and fastned a pink bibe with ducks all over it around my neck.
I felt so babyish, But in a way I had to admit I liked all this attention and being taken care of.
Aunty feed me scrambled eggs and toast. And a big bottle of apple juice. After breakfeast she brought me into the living room and sat me on the floor. She put the cartoon channel on and opened the blindes.
"Ahh lets get some light in here" she said with a huge smile.
"But what if someone sees me" I said horrifed.
"Thats the whole point, I want people to see how beautiful my baby girl is, Later this afternoon I think we will go out to the garden" She said with an even bigger slighty evil smile.
I could feel myself blushing how can this all be true. I prayed that no one I know walked past. I could never live this down if anybody ever saw me! I felt my bladder get heavey again and this time instead of fighting it I let go and let the pee flow all through out the diaper. The same warmth filled the front of my vagina. I rocked back and forth against the floor boards the friction of the wet diaper against my vagina felt so good I let out a moan of pleasure.
" baby girl likes being a good girl and wetting her diaper" aunt said happily. I think she liked how I was getting off on it.
"now aunty has to go run to the store and get my baby some more supplys. Your going to sit here in your play pen like a good girl until aunty gets back" she said sternly.
"ok aunty anything you say" I was starting to Like this all, I liked being a cute baby, I liked having someone take care of me and for once I wasent lonely just like aunt promised.
"be good" she kissed me on the cheek and left. I was feeling tired so I layed my head down and took a nap just like a real baby should. I was worried for the un-known but I began to feel safe in my diaper and drift to sleep. Everything was going to be alright because Aunt Vicky would take care of me.
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Using both historical and pop culture icons, moments, celebrities (like Princess Diana, and even Hitler) and fads, these powerful, abstract portrait paintings are mesmerizing, and enchantingly bizarre.
Taking on both vibrant block color and surreal black and white techniques to harmonize the portrait, artist Kim Byungkwan makes abstract portrait paintings that are so well done that they look like photographs more than paintings -- with of course their eyes scratched out.
These unusual portrait paintings are made using acrylic paint on canvas. Once finished each piece, the Korean-based artist begins the destruction process to give his pieces the dream-like, eerie feel we can clearly see.
"My work is trying to destroy, tear up, and reconstruct this habitual vision so that our vision can be expended to other images," says Byungkwan.
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Four new TV spots focus on the Great Harvest Bread Co., a national chain of franchised stores that uses the Internet -- and a heavy dose of Microsoft software -- to allow its store owners to exchange ideas and run their businesses.
The new advertising has the feel of recent Microsoft commercials that focused on the wired world of tiny Lusk, Wyo., and an Arizona middle school.
The campaign will run on network and cable TV through Microsoft's fiscal year -- ending June 30 -- alongside existing spots profiling Microsoft employees.
Director of Advertising Eric Koivisto said Microsoft and brand agency Wieden & Kennedy, Portland, Ore., chose Great Harvest as a small-business success story that would appeal broadly to business people and consumers.
Microsoft didn't want the typical tech ad case study in which a tech seller promotes how a key customer uses its products. For those who want to know more, however, Microsoft will include detailed information on the technology behind Great Harvest at www.microsoft.com.
The stars in the spots, such as an energetic store owner in Wayne, Pa., come off as sincere, enthusiastic and real.
"What we wanted to do was to align ourselves with the values and the philosophy of the people who make up Great Harvest," Mr. Koivisto said.
The spots also attempt to deliver on Microsoft's goal to show the good that comes from Microsoft's technology, and to soften the powerful company's image.
Ads continue the 5-year-old tag, "Where do you want to go today?"
Mr. Koivisto said the tagline is more relevant than ever given how the Internet has connected computers and computer users.
Microsoft is expected to spend about $130 million globally in fiscal 1999 on TV brand advertising, with the bulk being spent in the U.S. on the community campaign.
Though tech ad insiders long have criticized Microsoft's advertising privately as lacking the focus and appeal of ads from high-tech rivals, Microsoft gives no indication it sees a need to shift gears.
Mr. Koivisto said Microsoft expects to return next fiscal year with an evolution of the community ads, rather than a new direction.
Last month, Microsoft dropped Wieden from its flagship Windows as it prepares for the critical launch of Windows 2000. It invited its other U.S. agency, Anderson & Lembke, San Francisco, to team up with parent McCann-Erickson Worldwide to pitch Windows, but the account hasn't yet been assigned.
Mr. Koivisto strongly affirmed Microsoft's relationship with Wieden on the brand assignment, however, saying Microsoft regards the community campaign as the best and most effective body of TV work it has ever aired.
"We've hit home runs before [on single spots], but I would say this is our best


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ENME 489E - Design for Sustainability
3 Credits
Arul, Senthil
Not required. Class notes and reference material will be provided.
This course looks at various definitions of sustainability and examines what it means to corporations, consumers and policy makers. It looks at sustainability from global perspective and scopes the opportunity for engineers in the USA. The course introduces 12 Design for Sustainability (DfS) principles and elaborates with examples that engineers can use to design sustainable products and processes.
The course will have: (1) Five (5) assignments, (2) a closed book mid-term examination, and (3) a finals will have a choice: Either a team project focused on developing a business case for a sustainable design/process or an examination (requires access to internet).
- Examine the opportunities for engineers in the sustainability arena –globally and in USA by understanding sustainability issues
- Learn the Design for Sustainability (DfS) principles with examples and how these principles can be applied in the systems engineering process
- Learn the methods to measure the greenhouse gas emissions of various manufacturing processes
- Demonstrate Life Cycle Assessment (LCA) databases to calculate greenhouse gas emissions
- Introduce Life Cycle Costing (LCC) to quantify the cost associated with various engineering and manufacturing activities.
- Business Case Analysis (BCA) to develop a project proposal
- Learn state of the art technologies in energy, transportation, and waste management sectors to improve sustainability
- Define sustainability. Facts and figures on depletion of non-renewable resources, ecological damage, risk to human health etc.
- Facts and figures on GDP, poverty, and lifespan. Population growth. Ann and Paul Ehrlich equation. Ray Anderson video etc.
- Carrying Capacity, Tragedy of the Commons, Resiliance, non-linear response, etc.
- Innovation. Lead User Research.
- Three legged stool (Government, Corporations, Consumer).
- Sustainability and Design for Sustainability, Design for Recyclability, Design for Disassembly etc.
- Introduction to LCA and first two steps in process based LCA. Step 1: Goal definition and scoping step 2: Life Cycle Inventory Analysis
- Continuation of step 2 (NREL Database), and complete steps 3 & 4. Epidemiology and toxicology. EPA CAA
- Fuel tank Example to demonstrate process based LCA. Advantages and disadvantages of process based LCA
- Continue process based LCA. Carbon dioxide emission from electricity, natural gas, CNG etc. How much energy and CO2 emitted annually from an average US household?
- EIO-LCA model illustration, example to demonstrate EIO-LCA model, variations of EIO-LCA model, comparison of process based LCA and EIO-LCA
- Variations of EIO-LCA model, comparison of process based LCA and EIO-LCA
- Life Cycle Costing
- Introduction to LCA tools: Gabi and SimaPro (Dr. Mahesh Mani, NIST)
- Design for Sustainability - 12 principles
- Understand each of the DFS principles and the examples to demonstrate the principles
- Apply these principles' and the examples provided to create more sustainable design in your industry
- Understand how these principles' apply in Systems V process steps
- DFS principles based on unit process - minimize material consumption, minimize energy consumption, minimize toxic emissions, optimize product lifespan, improve lifespan of material
- Sector Analysis - Additive manufacturing and sustainability (Dr. Mahesh Mani, NIST)
- Enviromentally Benign Manufacturing (Dr. Mahesh Mani, NIST)
- Sector Analysis - Industrial, transportation, energy
- Sector Analysis - Material - Bio plastics
Learning Outcomes
- an ability to design a system, component, or process to meet desired needs within realistic constraints such as economic, environmental, social, political, ethical, health and safety, manufacturability, and sustainability
- an ability to function on multi-disciplinary teams
- an ability to identify, formulate, and solve engineering problems
- an understanding of professional and ethical responsibility
- an ability to communicate effectively
- the broad education necessary to understand the impact of engineering solutions in a global, economic, environmental, and societal context
- a recognition of the need for, and an ability to engage in life-long learning
- a knowledge of contemporary issues
- an ability to use the techniques, skills, and modern engineering tools necessary for engineering practice
Class/Laboratory Schedule
- Two 75 minute lectures per week
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It may seem silly for a new writer to already be giving tips on writing. The blog though is mine and mine only so you can keep that opinion to yourself. Or hell, put it in the comment section if you want to make a big stink about it.
I've read that writers write when they learn to Write Badly, a simple sounding tip to side-step the hemming and hawing one usually does before sitting down to write. For public purposes, pretend to be like Amy Hempel – who says that a bad sentence drives her so batty, she can't let herself see one on the page, or Muriel Spark, who supposed each word that entered the world from her pen was a direct message from God. But I feel sure that somewhere – in some leather journal with a thin silky ribbon – these women found a place to write very badly, albeit in secret.
The job of a writer, then, becomes to sort through all this bad writing – all these meaningless words and terrible phrases – and find inside them something worth holding onto. That thought scribbled in a marble notebook hastily and hardly legible could be something that someone has been waiting to hear. And this tip is more traditionally meant for first draft, I'm going to extend the idea to the very final draft too – because if you're a person for whom few things are good enough – you may have to learn to just sit with things that you find intolerably terrible in order to publish anything at all.
I hate to Leave time to Revise because doing so means I wasn't perfect, like I'd like to be in the first place. My daily fantasy is that the words I put on the page the very first time are good enough to send away without a second look. Because the revision part requires you to not only see what's not perfect, but to also see what you can do to make a change. And change is hard.
Change is also well worth the effort. The thoughts that fly through all of our heads are undoubtedly brilliant but we have to work to get them to a point where our words reflect them as best as possible. The more we revise the closer we get to perfection – although perfection isn't the goal. Revising forever is tiresome and terrible so there's a moment when you have to just know that the thing you've made is put a fork in it done – but leave time anyway – just to see whether your most important points are on the page the best you know how.
Writing is experimental so it's OK to change things up and Play with Voice when you feel like that's fun. Anonymity could help shine light on whatever topics or thoughts you've previously thought of as unsuitable for wide release. Me, I'm trying to see what happens if I let little parts of different selves drip outside of the one you all know and sometimes love. But I like the idea of coming up with persona so the part of me that wants to run around in flapper dresses sloshing my olive scented martini all over other people at the bar can have a place to roam free.
So don't be too proud to Pay for Readers. Cook your friends dinner for reading, or spend some dough on a local class. Later someone will be paying you, but for now – figure out what it is you write that makes people give a damn.
Blog publishing software allows you to get your writing to people quickly. Reference links, photo, videos and the once over for typos all add up to the last 10% – the part I like to forget to plan for. Details like categories, tags and headline rewrites make posts seem pro, so Plan for Production. Choosing new templates, changing designs or adding new features don't count as production and are forbidden until the post is up and ready, all five steps complete.
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by Dusty Cooper
While Afghanistan Aid for Education (AAE) was celebrating the success of their fun run 2 days earlier, Monday Feb. 24th in Kabul also marked Afghan officials mourning the death of 21 soldiers killed by Taliban insurgents 100 miles east in the Kunar Province. While operating in a harsh and dangerous environment may serve as insurmountable for some schools, danger is not only something AAE is familiar with, but these conditions are central to the very heart of the organization.
AAE was created by Hassina Sherjan in 1996 and opened up its first schools in 1999. These schools were clandestine learning centers with 250 students being taught throughout 5 schools. Sherjan's goal was to provide education to the most marginalized communities in Afghanistan whose educations were interrupted or not allowed during Taliban rule. Since its first 5 schools operating in secrecy in 1999, AAE has blossomed into an organization that serves nine provinces and has educated over 3,000 people. AAE has since formed a strong relationship with the Afghanistan Ministry of Education and have gained recognition internationally for the efficiency and productivity of their schools and education programs. So as we see, AAE not only refused to let the Taliban affect their progress and growth, but have actually been able to thrive in this difficult environment.
AAE's founder Hassina Sherjan fled from Afghanistan to America with her parents as a refugee in 1979. Prior to her leaving Afghanistan, Sherjan received what she described as a high quality education in Afghanistan. During her time in America, as instability and Taliban influence increased, she realized the lack of opportunities for education that many in her country, most notably women, were faced with. Aware of the repression by the Taliban regime, Hassina created Aid Afghanistan for Education to educate marginalized citizens prohibited from receiving an education. AAE's goal is "To unlock the potential of young marginalized Afghans through education as a means to prepare them to fully participate in the society" while "Providing quality education to ensure students, who do not otherwise have access to formal education, receive quality teaching." While this mission statement and organizational goal might sound lofty in a war torn country, AAE has grow in size and influence since its creation, serving as a positive example for other educational models today.
AAE's direct involvement with the Afghanistan Ministry of Education and help in the creation of the American University of Afghanistan in Kabul, have lent credibility to the organization and demonstrates the high quality of education they are able to provide for their students. AAE works with the University of Nebraska Teacher's Association out of their office in Kabul to train and certify all of its teachers, in essence providing an American standard of education.
AAE employs an accelerated learning approach which focuses on "how" students learn rather than what they learn. The pedagogical approach begins with the interests and needs of the learner and adapts the curriculum accordingly. This approach has allowed for AAE to bridge the gap for many Afghans whose education was interrupted or delayed during the Taliban rule. Despite countless success stories of AAE students going on to become teachers and doctors, increased violence by the Taliban and other factors appear to be affecting the funds AAE relies on to continue.
The attack Sunday in Kunar Province marked the deadliest incident of the year in Afghanistan which has seen a significant increase of Taliban attacks. With the elections scheduled for April 5th and the scheduled withdrawal of foreign troops by the end of 2014, it appears the Taliban are intent on escalating violence within the region while the Afghan government is in the midst of taking on more responsibility for its own security. The 21 Afghan soldiers were killed Saturday at two separate army checkpoints by what appears to be a well-planned attack involving hundreds of Taliban insurgents. There are currently 5 Afghan soldiers still unaccounted for. This recent rise in violence throughout the region has coincided with a decrease in overall funding and grant renewals for AAE and highlights the increased need for AAE at a very vulnerable time. In March of 2013, AAE was told one of its largest grants was unable to be renewed, forcing them to continue their work on a constrained budget. Facing an increase in violence, the need for AAE's services becomes more and more essential to the continued development of the community and its individuals. What served as a fun way to bring the British Embassy and Kabul residents together for some exercise also served an extremely important role for providing much needed funds for the quickly depleting AAE account.
Give2Asia was fortunate enough to have Hassina Sherjan visit our office late last year to talk about recent developments within AAE as well as in Afghanistan itself. Sherjan detailed the approach of a long term commitment to education for Afghanistan's marginalized citizens and left us with the quote "Why plant seeds if we don't water and watch them grow?"
That said, the decrease in funding is beginning to take its toll. Despite the difficult working conditions, AAE has managed to provide a high quality education for its students for only $1.50 a day and $45 a month per student. AAE also works directly with the American University of Afghanistan in Kabul which helps sponsor students to attend graduate school at a cost of $5,000 a year.
I have attached a link below to gain more information as well as donate if you are so inclined to do so. I have also provided a link with all the media on the Afghanistan Aid for Education website which details AAE's inception as well as numerous interviews with Sherjan herself.
Donate Now - http://give2asia.org/AAE
AAE Media and Hassina Sherjan Interviews
Information used from Afghanistan Aid for Education as well as Cassandra Vinograd and the Associated Press.


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|For Immediate Release
July 22, 2010
Construction Bureau
Bill Boynton
Public Information Office
(603) 271-6495
|Concord I-93 Exit 16 Pavement Work
The New Hampshire Department of Transportation announces that nighttime pavement preservation operations will require short-term ramp and lane closures on Interstate 93 in the area of Exit 16 in Concord on Monday, July 26 and Tuesday, July 27.
Traffic traveling northbound and southbound on I-93 between Exit 16 and the Merrimack River will experience changing lane closures and ramp closures from 7:00 PM to 6:00 AM. Detours to nearby interchanges will be posted for ramp closures.
Continental Paving, of Londonderry, New Hampshire is the contractor for this project, which is part of a larger district resurfacing contract.


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In a continent covered with debt and financial failures, the African Development Bank is a notable exception. Since its creation in Abidjan 20 years ago, the bank has steadily expanded its capital base and lending operations to become the continent's largest multilateral institution for financing development.
The African Development Bank group (AFDB) now has 50 independent member countries. It has lent nearly $5 billion to finance some 700 development projects in all member countries except Libya. Lending to the poorest countries - those with annual per capita incomes less than $400 - is managed by the bank's two soft-loan affiliates.
AFDB's Zambian president, Wila Mung'omba, stresses that the bank is ''neither a charity nor a social welfare agency, and its contribution to African economic and social development must lie in the finding and funding of economically justified activities.''
Nevertheless, the bank is often seen as a lender of last resort by its African member countries. With official development assistance from industrialized countries and multilateral aid organizations stagnating, AFDB has an increasingly important role in combating the continent's growing poverty.
The membership of the United States and 22 other non-African countries at the end of 1982 has greatly strengthened the bank. Its capital base has been more than doubled, to $6.3 billion, and its access to international capital markets has been facilitated by the award of two triple-A credit ratings by US agencies.
AFDB's Senegalese finance vice-president, Babacar N'diaye, is in the US this month to publicize the bank to US financial institutions and obtain a ''feel for the market'' - a preliminary step toward raising more long-term financing at fixed interest rates.
The bank has an image problem caused by having many of the world's poorest members, such as Chad, Mali, and Bourkina Fasso (Upper Volta), among its members. But no borrower has ever defaulted on a loan, and borrowings have been conservative in relation to the bank's capital base.
Another problem facing AFDB is that US banks, battling with huge problem loans in Latin America, are reluctant to increase their exposure elsewhere in the developing world.
Despite the steady growth in lending - AFDB expects to approve loans worth more than $1 billion in 1984, against $2.3 million in 1967, the first year of operations - African living standards have eroded during the past seven years. Per capita income has declined in about half the member countries, while health, education, and transport infrastructure have deteriorated because of lack of maintenance.
The bank has responded by launching a $7.3 billion investment program for 1982-86. Agriculture is being given top priority. Last year AFDB financed a $36 million cattle-raising project in Gabon and a $20 million project in The Gambia. The bank funded a $16 million rice project in Guinea-Bissau and a $55 million rural development project in the Republic of Guinea. AFDB promotes all kinds of agricultural projects: large or small, sectoral or crop specific, irrigated or rain fed.
It also makes a special effort to promote regional projects aimed at making African economies more complementary among themselves. It has financed sections of the trans-Africa highway from Lagos, Nigeria, to Mombasa, Kenya, as well as West African regional telecommunications and energy projects.
Some bankers have been concerned by an arrears of capital subscription payments by African members, but AFDB officials say the arrears have been reduced. Some also call AFDB's $7.3 billion five-year lending program too ambitious. ''It faces major problems both in mobilizing and disbursing the funds ,'' one said. Bank officials argue that confronted by Africa's mounting poverty, they have no choice but to increase their efforts.


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In my informal survey of slow jams, I estimate that roughly 40% of these songs center on infidelity. Billy Paul's "Me and Mrs. Jones" comes to mind as a breezy celebration of the forbidden act, while Luther Ingram's "If Loving You is Wrong (I Don't Wanna Be Right)" considers the moral consequences a bit more seriously. Even Stevie Wonder's "Part Time Lover" sounds fraught with the risk of being found out.
Which leads us to "Secret Lovers" by Atlantic Starr. The duet, sung by David Lewis and Barbara Weathers, recognizes the sinfulness of this cuckoldry while sounding entirely effervescent. In this live recording, Weathers entreats her audience before the band launches into an amped-up version of the song: "San Bernardino, can we talk?" Go ahead, Barbara – we'll listen. Typical mid-'80s production values are in full effect here, from the flowing, shimmering stage costumes to the all-electronic octagonal drum kit. (Atlantic Starr plays at the President Casino Theater, 1000 North Leonor K Sullivan Blvd., on Saturday night, September 6, at 7 p.m. and 9 p.m.)
-- Christian Schaeffer
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You dropped your eye
I was awakened at 2:30am Saturday night by a gentle knocking at my bedroom door. I thought for sure I must have dreamed it, but no, there it was again, a gentle tapping.
I staggered out of bed to find Olivia whispering "The guys from Mocidade are here with our costumes and they need the money right now."
Mocidade (moh-see-DAH-jee) is a beloved Rio escola-de-samba - one of the huge parade groups - that we have signed up to parade with. It's a storied escola, with a great history, that we both have personal connections to. It's had a rocky road recently, but Mocidade has a truly great song this year, and they've also just had a very exciting change of leadership. They have been struggling under the directorship of a very controversial escola president for years, and a few scant weeks ago they actually somehow got rid of him. I don't know the whole story but it was big news in Rio, and the general sensation is that "Mocidade is back." That the people of the Mocidade community have reclaimed their escola. So we've both signed up for a costume in one of the parade sections.
But, two-thirty in the morning? And a sudden demand for close to US $300, cash on demand? Seriously? It feels like a drug deal, but we open the door and there are two very tired-looking guys with big black trash bags full of mysterious costume objects, one of them whispering "Sorry about the time" and both of them looking absolutely exhausted. It turns out they are doing FORTY last-minute home deliveries tonight. They hand over two very large strange silver cross-shaped things about four feet wide that I decide later are supposed to be crab carapaces with four gigantic silver lightning bolts shooting out of them; and also two extremely strange-looking hats that seem to have giant fuzzy orange lightning bolts shooting out the top, plus fake fuzzy orange sunglasses; and large trash bags containing clown suits, clown shoes, a truly enormous shoulder harness of some kind, and some other objects I can't figure out.
Yeah, so, it's two-thirty in the morning, Sunday morning really, and the parade is at nine pm Monday night. There is an unmistakable air of last-minute-ness about this. I wonder if money came through at the very last second, if the costumes were thrown together last-minute; I wonder if it's got something to do with the recent change in leadership. Or, possibly Mocidade's just super disorganized, which (knowing the Rio escolas) is also possible.
Anyway, we heap everything on the floor and everybody falls back asleep. It's Saturday night, after all - meaning, it's our last night of sleep before the Grupo Especial escola parades. Grupo Especial will run all night Sunday and all night Monday, till dawn, and I don't expect to any sleep at all either night. So all day Sunday we sleep, and all night Sunday we're at the Sambodromo watching the six Grupo Especial parades. And by "up all night" I mean the last parade ends AFTER dawn and I don't get to bed till after 8am the next morning.
So it wasn't till mid-day Monday - the day of the parade - that Olivia and I woke up and finally had a moment to take a serious look at the costumes. Okay...
This is going to be difficult.
Rio Carnaval costumes are not the "sexy samba dancer" costumes that everyone always seems to imagine. They're more like bizarre modern art sculptures that are wrapped all around your body, almost smothering you in layers of strange headpieces, shoulder-pieces and strange accessories. The idea is that they're illustrate some aspect of the escola's parade theme that year, but the theme could be anything (South Korea, environmental destruction, the history of photography, whatever). You might end up dressed as a satellite dish, a fish, a newspaper, Mahatma Gandhi, you name it. And you don't have much choice - you sign up for an ala and you have to wear exactly the costume that ala is committed too. (everybody in the ala has to wear an identical costume.) Anyway, this time Olivia and I are in an ala (parade section) that is supposed to be "manguebeat", a genre of Brazilian music that we both love and that is often represented by a crab, so it's sort of a crab costume except with lightning bolts added everywhere. Nice idea but as we get a look at the costume it becomes apparent the hat is horribly designed, unbelievably tall and top-heavy and there is no possible way it is going to stay on our head. The costume's also already falling apart. It looks like it was indeed glued together at the last second, with not enough glue, and the silver lightning bolts are shedding their silver tips even as we hold them up to look at them. Not a good sign.
Also, I begin to notice that we will be wearing, in 90F heat: a one-piece clown suit made of thick black plastic; on top of that, a huge foam chestpiece that drapes down nearly to my knees; attached to that, a the big silver carapace with the giant lightning bolts; on top of all that, a choker around our necks; tall socks and closed shoes; crab claws on our hands; and the giant hat.
We're just kind of idly looking at all this and haven't said anything to each other yet and Olivia says calmly, "Kathleen, you know we are going to die, right?"
In true Carnaval fashion the thing we are most worried about is not our impending death, but rather the fact that the hat won't stay on. Because the escola doesn't get marked down if people die but DOES get marked down if the hats don't stay on. And, of course, the Rio Carnaval is a competition. There are 3 levels of competition. Some escolas, the heavy hitters, the rich ones that can afford to blow seven million dollars on a parade, parade to win. Others - the "poor" escolas that only have the two or three million dollars in base annual funding that the city of Rio provides them with - fight just for a chance to finish in the top 6, which get a position of honor in the champion's parade next week.
And some escolas just fight for their lives, trying not to come in last, because the last escola is demoted to the "second group", which is a terrible blow. Mocidade, unfortunately, has been the last group recently, the escolas that struggle just to stay in Grupo Especial. We want Mocidade to do well. That means the hat needs to stay on!
We're so worried about the poor design of the hat, and the impossible crab claws while we're at it, and the costume falling apart, that Olivia actually calls up the ala director (director of our parade section) to warn him about the unfeasibility and poor construction of the costumes and tell him he's got to bring glue to the parade assembly point tonight, just to help glue all the pieces back on. Plus string to help tie the hats on.
Olivia hangs up and tells me "He knows, he apologizes, and he said, the whole escola is like this." Apparently every ala has been complaining that ALL the costumes are too huge, all the hats are too unwieldy, everything's just unbearable and everything's falling apart. Right then. On with the show.
The evening starts off with the perpetual problem of "how the hell do we even get to the Sambodromo, which is clear across town, when all the taxis are taken by the 300,000 drunk college kids who are all running around town going to the street parades, all the buses are either re-routed or stuck in the street parades also" etc. There's the rush of panic as we realize we are late, the usual additional panic as we realize that no free taxis exist in the world, the usual last-second plea for a friend to drive us to a certain subway station that we think is open, the additional excitement of accidentally getting on the wrong subway line and then missing our station and going one station too far and having to walk back. Finally, an hour later we are staggering with all our heavy costume pieces to the Sambodromo and I finally have to confront a huge complication that I've been thinking about all weekend: I am trying to do two completely incompatible activities at the same night. These are: (1) be in one parade, (2) watch the other five parades.
If you are thinking "those don't sound like completely incompatible activities", you have never paraded in the Rio Sambodromo, have you?
Here's the jigsaw-puzzle pieces I've been thinking about since Thursday, when I first had the bright idea of trying to parade with Mocidade:
- you cannot carry any personal possessions in the parade. At all. Of any kind. Unless you can completely hide them under your costume (where they will get SOAKED with sweat and when I say soaked, I mean dripping).
- you cannot wear your own shoes in the parade. You can only wear the costume shoes.
- but the costume shoes are very badly made and don't fit and will give you hideous blisters within minutes; and the costume itself is going to make you die of heat stroke and sweat like a stuck pig, so you can only wear your underwear underneath it and you are going to need to take the costume and the shoes off IMMEDIATELY after the parade or you will WILL die of heat stroke (and I'm not even exaggerating, you would actually need medical attention)
- ok, that leaves you standing there barefoot in your bra and panties at the end of the Sambodromo, doesn't it? But where can you leave your clothes and shoes during the parade? There is nowhere to leave your clothes. Nor your phone, keys or money.
- Yay, you have a ticket to a private seat! Perhaps you can leave your stuff there? But not without your friends to watch it, and since you're in the first parade and have to arrive early for it, your friends are not there yet to hold your bag for you.
- But yay, Dudu can hold your bag for you!
- But Dudu is in Sector 6 and your own ticket is for Sector 10. And for a completely inexplicable reason, people in Sectors 2, 4, 6 and 8 can all walk freely between each other sectors, and people between Sectors 10 and 12 can intermingle too, but there is a heavily militarized zone between Sectors 8 and 10 and it's absolutely impossible to walk from one to the other. So if Dudu has your bag and he walks into Setor 6 with it, how will you ever get it back if your own ticket is for Setor 10?
- Also don't forget you have to get a Magic Bracelet to re-enter the Sambodromo. But to get the Magic Bracelet you have to walk TWO FRIGGIN' MILES in your damn costume shoes (all the way around the Sambodromo through infinite warren of tiny little back alleys, following a taunting series of "Sectors 10 and 12 This Way" signs that seem to be laughing at you as they lead you further and further south, practically down to Argentina)
... and there's about 10 more things I need to add to that list to explain how I finally managed to retrieve my bag from Setor 6, but never mind, just trust me when I say that (1) being in the first parade and (2) watching the rest of the parades, just those 2 things, represents a feat of Rio logistics that has to be experienced firsthand to be believed. Anyway, I end up limping all the way to Setor 10 dragging my whole huge impossible costume there, limping in my damn clown shoes - and why am I not surprised that the elastic on one of Mocidade's knee-high clown socks broke instantly and is dragging around my foot, and that I'm already getting a blister? Or that the entire Mocidade costume is disassembling itself as I haul the damn thing five thousand miles to goddamn Sector 10 to get my goddamn Magic Bracelet so that I can re-enter the goddamn Sambodromo later? This HAT, my god, it's supposed to be sort of a crab, remember, and it is in the form of a gigantic and incredible heavy crowd about 2 feet tall and 2 feet wide, and on top are 2 long eyestalks (each two feet long), each with a black eyeball at the end surrounded by silver sequins. Obviously the crab also has 2 orange lightning bolts on top of its head and a huge pair of bright fuzzy orange sunglasses, plus a sequinned silver ball on top of everything, because, well, obviously that is what crabs look like, right? (And obviously crabs have a gigantic silver carapace with four ENORMOUS silver lightning bolts shooting out of it that are about four feet wide) Anyway I'm dragging my huge carapace-with-lightning bolts in one hand, the other hand has the trash bag with my gigantic shoulder harness and also the hat, which is upside down, and I'm wearing the black plastic clown outfit, and clown socks and one sock is down and is dragging around my foot, and I'm like an hour late and by the time I get my wristband, I'm at least a million miles from the north end of the Sambodromo where Mocidade is assembling and I am LATE. So I'm RACING up the side of the Sambodromo - did I mention it is a million miles long? - really starting to panic about the time, when a man comes running after me and says "You dropped your eye."
He hands me an eyestalk. With a black eye at the end. He also hands me the bright orange giant sunglasses. I look down at my hat and realize it must have been literally falling apart as I walked, because it's now missing:
- both orange lightning bolts
- the sunglasses
- one eyestalk+eye
- the silver ball.
All that is left is one lonely eyestalk + eye (also, the lonely remaining eye is trailing a long string of silver sequins that is coming unglued). Plus a spray of pointy pieces of wire and it is a damn miracle that I haven't put somebody's eye out. Plus, one of the green ribbons at the side is unraveling and I'm trailing a thread of green polyester that is probably 15 feet long. It's tripping random people behind me, but it's so thin that they can't see what they tripped on and they're all looking around in puzzlement. Also one of the silver lightning bolts has fallen off the carapace. I'm like a one-woman walking disaster area.
I rip off the green string, stuff all the pieces in the bag, tie the trailing edge of the clown sock to the clown shoe with the shoelaces, ignore the blister and keep on going.
Anyway, I finally find Mocidade, and am soooo relieved I just drop all my stuff in the street, buy a bottle of icy-cold water (from a kid who seems to be selling beer and water on the street all by himself and who can't be more than seven years old), pour half the water over my head, and chug the second half. The Mocidade gods are smiling on me and I actually find a porta-potty with a working door lock that is not entirely disgusting! Truly I am blessed. I retrieve all my stray costume pieces and make my way into the Mocidade "concentration" area, where the paraders are assembling, and, oh my god, MASS CHAOS in all directions. CHAOS.
Mocidade's got about 3800 paraders (not a typo... I'm not sure of the exact number but know it was just under 4000) and every single one of them is jammed into this single stretch of street that is only one block long, and it appears that every single costume is falling apart and everybody is in a panic and there are costume pieces all over everywhere, and we're all wedged into that section of street so tightly I literally cannot turn around. (especially not with that carapace thing, which I am beginning to hate with the force of a thousand suns) There are dozens and dozens of alas, each with nearly a hundred people, every damn ala with huge weird hats and huge pointy backpieces, and it is JAM-packed and nobody can get anywhere and everybody is frustrated and panicky and I can't find my ala. I'm dragging my lightning-bolt carapace, my sock is tripping me up again, I can't get anywhere. I finally nearly get bowled over by a band member who is hauling an enormous first-surdo that's nearly as wide as my crab carapace. He's got a Mocidade director who is acting as a kind of snowplow for him, charging ahead hollering for everybody to make way, and that's who's just shoved me aside. I take advantage of this and I wedge myself in right behind the drum guy and basically follow in their wake for as long as I can.
And then I see them! Silver carapaces ahead, and orange sunglasses and orange lightning bolts! My people! I have found my people! I'm so relieved. I still can't actually GET to them but I can SEE them up ahead. About ten minutes of struggle later I've actually gotten to the ala and located Olivia and only then do I realize what deep shit we are all in:
They're supposed to connect together. The silver carapace thing has 2 little metal prongs that are supposed to fit into 2 metal holes in the shoulder harness. But the prongs are way too short. They were all made incorrectly. The ala directors seem to be utterly baffled by this and Olivia's trying to ask one of them about it, but he seems to decided to devote all his mental energy just to gluing broken silver lightning bolts back together (which, granted, also needs to be done) but it seems to be taking 15 minutes per lightning bolt, there's hundreds of lightning bolts, people are starting to really despair about the metal prongs, and the parade starts in less than an hour.
A pause here to remind everybody that the Rio Carnaval is a competition, that Mocidade has been in trouble recently and it has only escaped being demoted by the skin of its teeth. Last year it came in 11th out of 12th. If it comes in 12th, it gets demoted to the second group, loses two million dollars per year of city funding, and, most of all, it would just break everybody's heart.
And one of the categories it's judged on is costumes, and one of the things the costume judge looks for is that all costumes have all their pieces.
We have to get the carapaces attached somehow. We have to. It become apparent the only thing that will work is if we all, all of us, stab 2 holes in the thick fabric of the costume with a pair of scissors so that the too-short metal prongs can reach their little metal holes. But does anybody have a pair of scissors? Of course not. Did any of the ala directors think to bring a pair of scissors? Of course not. I actually overhear one of the ala directors screaming "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DOES ANYBODY HAVE SCISSORS? OR A KNIFE? ANYTHING SHARP? ANYBODY?" I dig out my house key but discover it's one of those weird Brazilian keys that doesn't have sharp teeth. I try tearing the fabric, I even try biting a hole in it - no dice.
Perhaps it will not be a surprise if I tell you that everybody's hats have been shedding orange lightning bolts and silver balls and eyestalks and eyes every which way. There's carapaces underfoot everywhere, giant fuzzy orange sunglasses, people are putting orange lightning bolts on only to have them fall off again instantly, and DID I FORGET TO MENTION THE CLAWS? I haven't mentioned the claws? the two claws that are attached to each costume by 3 separate colored long pieces of rubber - so, just to be clear, that's SIX long things-to-trip-on attached to each costume, that trail across the ground and tangle in your feet and tangle the feet of the person next to you? I'm just not going to mention the claws anymore because I'm trying to erase them from my memory.
Olivia and I start out sort of confident and determined, certain we will be able to solve all these problems, but after a half hour drifts by and it's creeping closer to 9 and none of our efforts work and the ala directors disappear searching for scissors, we end up sort of standing there in slack-jawed disbelief. It is beginning to sink in that the parade is only minutes away, we only have half our costumes on, each of our costumes is missing half their pieces, the carapace cannot be put on the costume, the hat has more problems than I can even describe. I'm starting to laugh, but Olivia has this heart-breaking expression on her face of stunned shock mixed with near-fury (because, you have to understand, it MATTERS how well Mocidade does). I'm trying to tell her something like "You have to laugh, otherwise you'll cry," when there's screaming and yelling behind us and somebody's hollering "GET THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY! THE BAIANAS NEED TO GET THROUGH!"
Baianas are the older women in hoop skirts. One of the Rio Carnaval's more peculiar rules is that each escola is required to have at least 70 older women who are all wearing large hoop skirts, and they generally have the hugest costumes. And for some reason, some of Mocidade's baianas have showed up late and they've decided that the best way to get to the front of the parade is not to use the same path everybody else has been using all along, but instead to simple charge straight through the middle of alas that have all their costume pieces spread out on the floor for assembly. They charge DIRECTLY across the middle of all our stuff, actually yelling at us, and trample right over our carapaces - which till now I've been detesting but as I see the baianas walking ON OUR CARAPACES I suddenly become extremely protective of the stupid hideous carapaces and just can't believe that anybody would DARE step on my silver crab carapace!
The baianas plow right through my ala and destroy everything we've been working on. Till now the whole situation has seemed sort of sad but also sort of funny, but now the mood goes truly black. For a second there it's teetering on the edge of either murder or suicide, I can't decide which.
But as I look at the carapaces I discover the damn things have been through so much hell already, and have lost so many pieces already, that a little baiana-trampling hasn't really done any detectable additional damage. Everything looked like shit before and it still looks like shit, that's all.
I begin to accept the fact that we are not going to be able to get the costumes together, and I ask Olivia, "So, if we can't get our costume together, what do we do, should we stay out of the parade?" and she gives me sort of a fierce look and just says "We are going to parade."
The fireworks go off. The parade is starting. There's no way. We look at each other again.
And then suddenly there's a different ala director with us, a young guy who's working at nearly the speed of light, and - unbelieveable, unbelievable - HE HAS A PAIR OF SCISSORS, he's hacking holes in Olivia's shoulder-piece, he's GOT HER CARAPACE ATTACHED to her back, holy Jesus, he's hacking holes in my costume too, he's GOT MY CARAPACE ATTACHED TOO, he's hacking various essential holes in the hat, he's got strings to put through the holes to tie the hat on, he's gluing things on, he's found some stray orange lightning bolts on the ground and stray orange sunglasses, he's jamming them on the hats, suddenly we've got our huge shoulder things and silver carapaces on. All the little pieces are suddenly reappearing and getting jammed on the hat, he's wedging lightning bolts onto Olivia's hat, he fixes somebody's eyestalk, we figure out how the damn claws work, I feel hands on my foot and I don't even know who it is (I can't look down) - somebody is fixing my sock! Well, they're trying to, and they fail, but the sock problem has caught somebody's attention (clearly somebody has been ordered to crawl around and inspect the socks) and pretty soon I've been handed a little piece of string and I manage to tie the sock up around my calf. And the floats are moving and the song is starting and it turns out we're all in entirely the wrong place (why am I not surprised?) and we're all being hustled over to the correct float and we all get in line behind it and an ala director gets us all in line - Olivia has advised me to drift into the back line where we'll have a bit more space and air, and the ala director arranges the back line in a certain order. Then a 2nd ala director appears and he is appalled at the order we are standing in, and he puts us in an entirely different order, and a 3rd director shows up and gets agitated and puts us in a different order, and a 4th director appears and is very upset about the order we're in and puts us in an entirely different order, and we're moving and the parade's happening and we are turning now, the gigantic float in front of us is slowly wheeling onto the parade route, and we follow it around the wide turn and the millions of lights hit our eyes, the stadium full of thousands of people, and - oh my god - we've made it!
We're on the runway! We're in the Sambodromo! I look around and, holy Jesus, EVERYBODY'S COSTUME IS ASSEMBLED. Everybody's hat has 2 orange lightning bolts and orange sunglasses and 2 eyestalks and a little silver ball. Everybody's got their silver carapace. Everybody's socks are up.
We look incredible!
We did it! We did it! We did it!
At the very last second a 5th ala director is horrified at the way the back line is arranged and puts us in an entirely different order, and then we're dancing, we're singing, we're walking under the first judge's booth and it's ON, we're being judged now, we sing like our little hearts depend on it. My goddam hat is still trying to fall off and I have to keep my little crab claws up the whole time, hanging on to the green ribbons on either side to keep it level, trying to pretend the hat is fine and that I'm just holding my little crab claws up because it makes me happy to have my little crab claws up, but honestly, I think this the best song I've ever heard in my life and it is suddenly the most amazing parade I've ever been in, in my entire life.
I honestly, truly, love the song.
As I take the very last step off the parade route, my sock falls down.
At the end Olivia manages to sneak us off to the side, to a place we're probably not supposed to be, and we wait there and watch the rest of the parade come pouring over to us. We're in the area where the gigantic floats go right after they come after the parade route. A huge float full of mostly-naked, very sweaty, extremely good-looking men comes by and they all pile off right next to us and stand all around us. Several destaques (the girls in the amazing glitter bikinis with gigantic feathery wings) are also standing around. We stand there with the gorgeous mostly-naked guys and the gorgeous mostly-naked girls, in our weird crab outfits (we've already jettisoned the carapaces and hats and I've ripped off the detested claws), we watch the parade pour off the end of the parade route and I begin to realize that somehow, by the skin of their teeth, at the last possible second, against all odds, Mocidade has pulled off an incredibly good parade. I hear the crowd actually SCREAM when the Mocidade bateria does an exceptionally beautiful break. (As Pauline points out later, Brazilians don't usually scream like that.) The bateria is the last group off the parade route and when they come off we all go running up to greet them, and start leaping and dancing and singing with them, the whole crowd just ecstatic. My god; Mocidade has done it. And as I tell Olivia later, "I am never, ever, going to forget this parade."


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Dave Grohl: Musicians need real experiences
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Dave Grohl thinks musicians who find success on TV shows are missing out on the "experiences" they need to enjoy long careers
Dave Grohl thinks musicians who find success on TV shows are missing out on "experiences".
The Foo Fighters frontman - who has daughters Violet, six, and Harper, three, with wife Jordyn Blum - believes it is important the next generation are shown how to form a band and work hard on writing music rather than enjoying instant fame, if they want to have long careers.
Dave - who has been working on a documentary film, 'Sound City', about the legendary studios in California - said: "The human element of communication through music will never go away because we're not robots.
"And it's important for the next generation to know it's not about going on a TV show and getting spotted. You need to fall in love with music and experience it, want to form a band and everything that goes with that.
"That's how you become the biggest band in the world. These kids on 'American Idol' and the like are missing out on the experience I and all the people in the film had when we joined a band and went to a studio to record.
"It's so important that kids know about real music."
However, the 'Monkey Wrench' rocker insists he would never tell his kids what to listen to as its important they form their own opinions.
He added to The Sun newspaper: "Though I would never argue with Violet over her taste in music.
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Thank you everyone for alll the birthdays wishes. Well all three of you. But you three always respond to me anyway love you girls.
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happy belated birthday! it musta been yesterday, because i feel like i was just at your journal 2 days ago and it wasn't....oh well, well sorry i missed it


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Earlier this week, we talked about a bee habitat designed by Architecture students in Buffalo, and now we are bookending the week with more about bees and the design of the world's smallest flying robot. But what do bees have to do with tiny flying robots? A team of science folk from Harvard has spent more than a decade trying to build a swarm of tiny, biomimetic robots that are inspired by the industrious insects. And if bee populations continue to decline, we may one day depend on buzzing swarms of these mechanical wonders to pollinate crops.
A recent paper lays out the progress of the robot's fabrication and flight, but two major hurdles remain in the RoboBee's flightpath. One hurdle is how to power the bee and the other is how to give it a digital brain small enough to keep the bee in flight. In the video above demonstrating RoboBee's maneuvering capabilities, you can see that the current prototypes are still tethered to computers and power sources. Project leaders hope to cut the cord as the project develops, until they can create entirely autonomous colonies of these. It's simultaneously frightening and exciting.
It's exciting to imagine the possibilities. Imagine walking to your car and seeing a couple of these casually pollinating your azaleas. That's neat. Or think of these robots helping locate missing people after a building collapse or natural disaster. At the same time, it's frightening to wonder if these insects could evolve into something sinister. The complex feat of the RoboBee's realization also creates complex questions about privacy and surveillance. Where with the flight of the RoboBee take us? Because I'm optimistic, I imagine it taking flight toward something like a technological wonderland and choosing not to believe that world will be constantly monitored by the world's smallest drones.


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One of your must-haves in metalworking is your bench block pillow. I did not have one at the start of class, and I didn't want to spend $20+ on it, so I looked up tutorials. There's a turtorial for everything, right? Well, wouldn't you know that I found one right off the bat from Jenni's Beads, a lady who was in one of Deryn's classes back in Oct '11. Serendipity!! Since I don't have a sewing machine (and also the reason why I never finished that cute little sundress from the sewing class I took when I was 14), I quickly emailed the tut to my sewing-sister so she could get a look-see. Come to find out she never read it, but I should have known better, she's a master seamstress. She took one look at the pic and just 'knew' what to do.
In the meantime, I knew it would take a bit before we could hook up and get 'er done, so I searched for something in-the-meantime.... and found this at the dollah store:
It's the padded vinyl shelf liner stuff.
At $1 + tax for a 10 ft roll, that's a steal!
Here it is with some copper dust on it.... after being test driven
and waiting until I can hook up with my sister to make the "real" one.
It took probably 20 minutes to make this little guy, including scooping up the sugar sand in the back yard - SO convenient living in Florida. I got to help, even... I held the bag open while my sister scooped up the sand and put it in the bag (I had brought a sandwich bag with me with zip lock top), and I cut the material, and held the bag up so it would slide through easily while the stitches went in (can you tell I don't sew? Who knows what kind of sewing jargon I'm supposed to be using here). She did the rest. :) And silly me, I forgot to take pics of the "during!!!" Ack. So I quickly regrouped and took pics of the aftermath.
Scraps of the black leather we used; leftovers from a custom dress she made someone...
who knew bench block pillows could be so glamorous!
who knew bench block pillows could be so glamorous!
Her mondo sewing machine that can do everything but wash the dishes....
Whalla! Finished and ready for action.
Double seamed, all safe in its zip-locked bag, there'll be no leakage here!
Double seamed, all safe in its zip-locked bag, there'll be no leakage here!
So here she is! Isn't she beautiful? Maybe I should add a beaded fringe to pay homage to its original purpose...? Price: $1.07 and a hug. (Is it wrong to admit that the $1.00 roll of padded vinyl liner deadens the sound better than the pillow? Nah, forgetaboutit.)