Nothing is quite as distinguished as Professor Tashi's profile, even including his chubby little chin.
A woman in San Diego has an epiphany about her pubic hair.
Kinks and fetishes are all fine and dandy, but you have to wonder how some things get started in someone's mind.
I'm sure this guy's rich by now.
Enjoy!
Way back in January, I clipped out of the newspaper my birthday horoscope. I have it taped here on my wall at work, right where I can ignore it completely. I'm like that. I also skip over headlines and highlighted passages. Don't know why, I just do and always have without even realizing I do it.
So here goes:
Happy Birthday for Friday, January 18, 2008:
You're entering a very special year in which you see people in a new light. You also have more warmth, luck and insight than in the past. (Maybe more insight. For the other two: I'm trying to be more aware of other people situations; I haven't been hit by a train.)
This combination makes you close to irresistible (how you doin'?) and/or extremely powerful (FEAR ME!).
You are creating a far more dynamic life than in the past (true). If you are single, with so many people in your life, you could decide to change your situation (yeah, 'cuz it's all up to me. *snort*). If you're attached, you'll discover the true meaning of closeness and accepting someone for the person he or she is (I love Elvis more and more every day, even though he's more high maintenance than ever).
Count on Gemini to pitch in. (Any Geminis out there? Need some help here!)
Sarah and me saw something on tv the other week, where a guy was wearing a bad tuxedo from the 70's --- you know the kind, with the powder blue shirt with the ruffle down the front & on the cuffs. I told her that when me & her father had gone to our high school Senior Prom, he had worn a pink tux. It had a white ruffled shirt, but the tux jacket was BRIGHT pink, with black accented areas. She had the nerve to giggle at that...so I dug out these pictures to show her.
The pictures are faded --- both the hot pinkness of the tux jacket and the loudness of my Flower Power dress were MUCH brighter 35 years ago. Also, that's our very first car and it was a BRIGHT pukey lime-green (puce?) color --- which was also a product of the 70's.
Here's 1973 coming at you full-force --- my later-to-be-husband and me on our way to our Senior Prom in June 1973:
"What I think of wensdaes, an behbehbloogahs too, so there!"
Show us the last thing you bought.
I heard "Creator" on Grey's Anatomy last season, then forgot about it. Then Nora put it on her MySpace, and I got hooked on it again. I looked up some other stuff by Santogold, and I'm liking what I hear.
Just a little warning about the second video. There is some heavily stylized and allegorical violence. I thought it was very creative, but you may not. Fair warning.
What question do you wish you'd never asked.
Submitted by cha0tic.
I'm thinking I'd have to say "What question do you wish you'd never asked" except I've never asked that. For questions I do like asking (and I do like asking questions), I'm kinda partial to my "Ask arbed anything" ones. Something interesting always comes up.
The shadows grew flustered with color. Their depths became lurid, pulsating with hidden meaning. Trees shifted nervously as they felt their bark become an agonizing skin. One's suffering was particularly dreadful. The cold air, fragrant with the earth's seasonal decay, had comforted it for hundreds of years. But suddenly it had become humid, drumming with the activity of invisible fingers - fingers that stripped the bark away, that polished the raw flesh until it was smooth, rounded and white.
Roots recoiled out of the ground. Branches merged together and lost their splintered netting: birds, carrying building materials in their mouths, flew elsewhere. The canopy of leaves exploded, tearing apart the living embroidery. And the sun illuminated what the modest trees had been hiding.
The surviving buds and leaves wafted down, settling on the white figure that was stiff with pain and the fear of separation from the forest and the maidens of Artemis. Knots in the bark disappeared except for two - and they became parallel and uniform: liquid, living galaxies of light. This chosen unfortunate felt its sap become thin and quick, running down a filigree of paths that marked a fleshy interior.
When the trunk split, it cried. And the sound drove the homeless birds flying through the torn ceiling. Around each piece there were vines and lianas, grasping fruits and spinning tendrils. It dragged behind it the emblems of its former life: clouds, mangroves, tropics, forests coniferous and evergreen.
However, its new circulation, its sparks that seemed to fire everywhere and nowhere, were insistent. And it walked forward, poised and praised, marked with triumph and transition.
