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| Saturday, July 5th, 2008 |
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loveaslug has added a photo to the pool:
red, white and blue! |
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| Friday, July 4th, 2008 |
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"All my life I've been forbidden to watch Dr. Who and now I can watch it." Emily at dinner I came home from the grocery store and found Emily and her Dad curled up in the big chair watching Tom Baker Dr. Who episodes (with Romana). Her belly dancing performance got a nod in the Independent coverage of the Eno. Not under her troupe's name, because several groups are performing under that umbrella in that slot. Now if the passing storm doesn't rain out the fireworks ... EDIT: That is one collosal storm. So no chilly evening walk for my Mom. And Em is watching Dr. Who with her Dad after some tears. So what do we tax payers do with all those fireworks when they get rained out? |
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A friend of mine is interested in making a red velvet cake the (allegedly) old-fashioned way: without food coloring, relying on the chemical reaction of natural cocoa and vinegar/buttermilk to create the color. Neither of us has been able to find a recipe yet. Does anyone have a presto-magic red velvet cake recipe? If not, do you have any conventional food-coloring recipes that you'd recommend? Thanks in advance! |
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As I promised I took Emily to the Weaver Street Market/Town of Carrboo 4th of July celebration and parade this morning. Mom - obviously - was not up to the heat or crowds. Or probably the namastes. I have to say I was tired myself. But you know, I had my favorite cashier telling me about her afternoon plans with RSB and his Dad, and my favorite elected official helping me find my lost daughter in the crowd, and then our neighbors showed up and walked in the parade with us - Em rode her bicycle - right up until we were waiting in line for the bouncy things and I said "Other Penelope, my body tells me if I don't have a Coke right now I might pass out, so I am walking to the (gas station) for it" and she said "That happened to me recently. Go ahead." Emily only had a little more waiting in line and bouncing in her. We saw other neighbors in the process and one of her preschool teachers. And then we headed home to make lunch for Mom. Except Paul already had the potatoes, green beans and corn on the cob boiling. So I listened to American Tune on You Tube and cried a little (it's been a long week) and then discovered the Jesse Helms news and called The Apostopher Crew on vacation. I thought I would go back up town for music this afternoon, but we got an offer from The Company to meet him and K. at a pool and Emily was so inclined and so was I and we floated and paddled and immersed. Back at home, I redid Mom's emergency cards in her purse. And now it's dinnertime. |
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found at wawa this afternoon on my way home :p |
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I only ordered $10 of food, as I didn't need any extra sod...
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| ( A magnificent large turn of the century ragtime Americana photo under the cut. I found it on Ebay today ) | ||||||||
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| found on the way home tomight ( click for giggles ) | ||||||||
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| Saturday, July 5th, 2008 |
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| Friday, July 4th, 2008 |
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The albums of Kaiser Wilhelm II, at Huis Doorn, his home in exile in the Netherlands, are being made available in digital form; eventually there should be about 12,000 photographs. There is already a considerable amount of fascinating stuff. http://fotocollectie.huisdoorn.nl/ |
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Ex-Sen. Jesse Helms dies at 86.
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Circassian girls from the Caucasus have for centuries been lauded for their alleged beauty, and slave trade was one of the Circassian people's chief industries. By the end of the 19th century, Circassian girls had become a staple in American vaudeville and freak shows, often known as "Moss-haired girls" for their tousled locks resembling afros. As their novelty faded, their exoticism was exacerbated by additional tricks, like snake charming and sword swallowing. More often than not, the "Circassian girl" was a local, curly-haired girl with an enticing stage name. Circassian beauty, ca. 1870  ( More; some very large ) More info: Many great photos - http://www.sideshowworld.com/BL-His http://www.missioncreep.com/mundie/gall http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Circassian http://chnm.gmu.edu/lostmuseum/sear |
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I've been diligently cleaning out my closet, and I have some super cute dresses, accessories (bracelet & brooches) & tops for sale! ( Click on through for the hot deals! ) [x-posted to ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} fatshionista and inbetweenies]
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| Adios Fucker! Jesse Helms- NC and the world is better now that you are gone you racist, sexist, homophobic bastard. | ||||||||
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Jesse Helms is finally dead. And, in the words of sabotabby*: "check Wikipedia now! before they change it."* No, I don't believe she's the original author. She's just the one who alerted me to its glorious existence. |
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I finished making my cake last night for tonights dinner. Thanks you guys so much for your comments and suggestions about my cake! ( Clicky! )
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Black people, always messin' up the star spangled banner 
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| if u were my twitter friend u'd b reading this by now....and don't forget ... agenthandy loves u! | ||||||
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I woke up this morning feeling sad. Im having the post-break-up blues. I knew they had been out last night and I'm sure had a great time. We were all supposed to go out and I had had special plans to make P's birthday special. I spent several days putting together a special outfit and now it sits in the closet. This morning I wanted to stay in bed and pull the covers over my head and finish the malted milk balls that I started eating last night but I resisted. I grabbed Tony and we went to the gym. Being July 4 the place was kind of empty and my favorite personal trainer was there. I have never had a personal training session with her before but she approached me last week and told me that she really wanted to work with me. She said, "its really amazing what progress you have made in the last 3 months since you've been here". When you join HRC they give you one free personal training session but what I didn't know is that the personal trainers do not get paid for this service. It is one of their sales gimmicks to get you to buy personal training sessions. She said, "I want to make an appointment with you because you are so inspiring to me and less than 1% of people ever come back to the gym. We had made an appt for friday of next week. She knows I have my own routine and knows I'm not interested in buying any personal training sessions. Today she told me that she spoke to her manager about me. Apparently the whole club knows who I am and is cheering me on. Its nice to have support from a gym when you are fat! :-) I'm glad I didn't stay in bed this morning! |
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This morning former NC Senator Jesse Helms died. I am too young and too rurally southern to be of the generation that lost so many loved ones to death from AIDS-Related Complexes, but I have worked professionally with many people who did. I came of age watching the senator of my home state, Senator Helms try desparately to block federal funding for HIV education and research into cures and treatments for HIV/AIDS as friends discovered they were already infected with what at the time was believed to be a quickly and horribly fatal illness. No one quite understood yet what "at risk" meant. I remember those years, the conversations full of bravado that "that" couldn't be risky and the fear that surely that because of "that" we were all endangered. It has been amazing to watch the concept of "safe sex" evolve so that ten years later every college student understood what it meant (kind of). And at the same time to hear a survivor of the early epidemic, who later went to work in Africa, say - "The problem is sex is never safe. And that is what is so compelling about it." So while I am sorry for Helm's family on this sad day for them, I am not at all one bit sorry to say that in spite of his best efforts, every single one of my HIV+ friends and acquaintances have outlived Jesse Helms with assistance of constantly improved treatment, research and knowledge. And other friends and acquaintances remain gainfully employed in research fields related to both cures and treatments. I don't know if we will ever find a cure for this disease, but I know that we were not stopped in our efforts to understand an epidemic or end it and I know that we will not stop in the future whoever comes along to put obstacles and blocks in the way. Happy Fourth of July! |
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Senator No has died... I had a certain fondness for the old curmudgeon, despite disagreeing with him on almost every issue. My only regret is that he won't get to stomp out of the upcoming inauguration while whistling Dixie. |
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I'm all tired and jangly. We awoke at five to the smell of smoke. Formaldehyde looked around the house and came back to bed, but I woke up enough to remember that when this happened in April, the source was our downstairs neighbor's tiny apartment, which is directly under our bedroom. So I ran down barefoot in my bathrobe and once again saw smoke leaking out of her cracked-open window. I banged on the door and yelled as loud as I could. Nothing happened. I banged again and bellowed, noting the way the cheap door rattled, hoping I could easily kick it in if she was passed out from smoke inhalation. Just then, she staggered to the door looking groggy and confused. "What?" My heart is hammering its way through the cheap door of my ribs. "Your house is full of smoke. Get out." Okay, she's alive and her house isn't obviously on fire. We both look at the kitchen where a lit gas burner glows blue through the smoke. She turns it off. She's very casual. "Thanks. The ironic thing is that it's the eggs again, same as last time. Sorry 'bout that." "I was about to kick down your door." "Oh, that'd be bad." "Seriously. And get out of your house. You've been breathing smoke." "Yeah, thanks. Sorry." Ugh. Lame. I'm going to buy her a smoke alarm. If it doesn't wake her up, it'll at least wake us. |
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 Can someone please tell me more about this photo? Do you know when it was taken & by who? And who is the girl? Apparently this image was posted in the vintagephoto community at some point but I cannot find it. It was used at the website http://www.darkroastedblend.com/2008/06/w I think it is a beautiful photograph. |
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today is: chocolate buttermilk cake and beautiful happy fourth. see you soon? |
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you can publish your photos as a comment to this post, if your photo was shot on: Saturday, July 5th
 to publish your photo (please choose one and resize it to 700 px!) just copy this text: <img src="### url of your image ###"> and click here: comment don't forget to write the location and country in the subject of your comment.
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| Friday, July 4th, 2008 |
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to all those articles about how bad things are here in the States: The Global Food Crisis is certainly hitting us here as items that we use in large quantities, such as maize flower (cooked up as breakfast porridge in hundreds of cups daily) have doubled in price. That hurts. We’re tightening our belts farther. Schools all over Uganda are adding surcharges for feeding or requiring parents to bring rice and beans along with their children. Since we exist to SERVE the poorest of the poor we don’t see surcharges as a very good option for our families who are already hit even harder than us by the food crisis. |
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| Thursday, July 3rd, 2008 |
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When I was a kid, this was downtown. Truthfully. This was the Horse Creek Store. It was a cafe, a general store, a gas station, and a post office. It had the only pinball machine and phone booth in a twenty mile radius. The post boxes opened with little brass dials. The combinations on the boxes were letters, not numbers. The store's gone now. Aaron whatsisname burned it down a couple years after I left that place forever. I always liked that guy. Too bad about the store, though. There's nothing left. That was pretty much all of the town. There's a school about five miles away. K-8. When I was there, it had about 80 kids from a 20 mile radius. Now they're down to 23 students. There's a church not too far away. None for me, thanks. Just to the right of the photo, there at least used to be an old wooden suspension bridge. About a quarter mile to the left, there was a green bridge that'd been built by the Army Corps of Engineers after some other bridge got washed out in a flood. As I recall it, you drove over the bridge on two broad wooden planks that were attached to the steel armature. I remember standing on that bridge watching the brown flood waters rip by, carrying logs and bits of old trailers. We lived five miles away up a gravel road, down an impassably steep and muddy driveway. In the summer it was dust. |
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as reported in Bay Windows by Ethan Jacobs staff reporter Wednesday July 2nd 2008 and UPDATED July 3 2008 When Nick Teich created a free account on the online personals site BisexualDatingNow.com last week, he decided to disclose that he is transgender. Perhaps he shouldn’t have. "They say, tell us about yourself in your own words. And I stated, ’I’m a 25-year old trans guy living in Boston.’ . . . I didn’t want to mislead anyone looking at my profile, so that’s why I put that," said Teich. Within a day he had received three "smiles," which members send to express their interest in getting to know each other. Teich thought little of his decision until he wrote to the site’s customer service staff about a problem he was having using the site. He exchanged e-mails with a customer service representative named Kiar Dupuis, and after reading his profile Dupuis informed him that the site does not allow transgender users. "I am sorry, as a transgender, our site would not meet your needs. I am afraid we have to remove your profile," wrote Dupuis, according to an e-mail provided to Bay Windows by Teich. His profile was deleted shortly after he received the e-mail. ( Click here to read more and to find out how to protest this - and PS TangoWire is a Gay owned and operated company!!!!! ) we are x-posting this, we originally found this info on ftmichael's post on ourqueerfamily and neverbeuseless's post on gsa_lj but it's quickly spreading across the internet, it's now on "Pams House Blend" too. That'll get some action for sure! |
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| Thursday, July 3rd, 2008 |
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 A couple prepare a meal on their camper at Rocky Mountain Lake Park auto camp in Denver s Berkeley neighborhood in this photo dated between 1918 and 1920.
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