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Name: Jessica
State: Pennsylvania
Metro: Pittsburgh
Birthday: 5/5/1981
Gender: Female
Interests: Collecting childhood cartoons on VHS. Folk/fairy tales. Arthur Rackham. Languages. Literature. Dance Dance Revolution.
Expertise: Seven at one stroke.
Occupation: Other
Industry: Media
Message: message me
AIM:  pacifiquesea
ICQ:  8695275
Member Since:
12/15/2004
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| "A cold coming we had
of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The was deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter."
And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.
There were times we regretted
The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,
And the silken girls bringing sherbet.
Then the camel men cursing and grumbling
And running away, and wanting their liquor and women,
And the night-fires gong out, and the lack of shelters,
And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly
And the villages dirty, and charging high prices.:
A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.
Then at dawn we came down
to a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kicking the empty wine-skins.
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arrived at evening, not a moment too soon
Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory.
All this was a long time
ago, I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we lead all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly,
We had evidence and no doubt. I have seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death. | | |
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You can't see it in the picture, but I'm wearing my Members Only jacket and I'm in the Target Christmas section. Merry 23 Days til American Thanksgiving.
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| Anyone who has been to our apartment has seen my (admittedly humble) collection:
It may not rival other collections - alright, I know it can't. I'm not a collector - I sent stuff to the thrift store at least once a month, and not because I'm charitable. I hate clutter and I never keep things. But I love my collection. It grew out of the stuff my mom taped for Amy and I when we were kids, and now look at it. I even managed to procure Grimm's Fairy Tale Classics on DVD, which you can't see, cause they're boring to look at.
Yesterday, I went to the Red White & Blue thrift store looking to buy a butter dish. They disappointed, so I visited the Goodwill down the road. Their only butter dish had a dead bug stuck to the inside. But I didn't care about that - the video section carried a VHS I have been looking for for months:
Beverly Hills Teens. Yes, I know it's on eBay, but there's something so
much more delicious about finding it on your own for FIFTY CENTS - on
sale man. I've been wanting to add Beverly Hills Teens to my collection
after remembering an episode that involved a car wash. I hope it's this
one.
Also found Tales from the Crypt Keeper. He says hilarious
stuff on the back. It's so close to Halloween, and it's all cold and
the wind's a-blowin - tonight we're having beef stew and biscuits.
Happy Halloween, everyone.
I blog more at Lion Mine
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| Alright, Thomas got his owl (here he is, along with my green one):
So now I can give you the address of my new and hopefully less boring blog, Lion Mine:
http://lionmine.livejournal.com
I know, I know - livejournal. However, it's more easily customizable and you can leave me a comment even if you're not a member. So comment. I'll leave The River Room up so I can comment for you, too. But I'm definitely going back and getting rid of all the junk (surveys, etc.)
Is Lion Mine a reference to a big cat I own, or to a place where you dig lions out of the earth like mastodons? You be the judge.
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