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The Cookie Witch's Oven: City Woman
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The Cookie Witch's Oven. Friday, November 27, 2009. My dad is an old school urbanist and I too have the bug. For some reason both of us seem to think that it is our responsibility to make sure our City is OK. I drew this picture for him for his birthday. December 2, 2009 at 9:00 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Post #3030: Canning complete. A Tree in the Desert. HERE IS WHAT IS. And the Years Passed. Tempat Wisata di Bandung Yang Murah Favorit Backpacker. I still hate construction.
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The Cookie Witch's Oven: June 2009
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The Cookie Witch's Oven. Wednesday, June 17, 2009. From Iran, a river of protest in their Green revolution. I find this so moving, not the least because of the role that social media has taken in bringing this momentous piece of history to the world. Following this river of protest is an ocean of support coming from all over the world, streaming through twitter feeds, blogs comments, and every other facet of the internet. Comments like ". Are streaming in from all over the world. Links to this post.
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The Cookie Witch's Oven: Summertime...
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The Cookie Witch's Oven. Tuesday, July 28, 2009. The summer heat wave reminds me of my journeys to hotter places. I remember travelling the length of beautiful Vietnam, the silk of my Au Dai like a gentle breeze against my flesh, the sharp smell of eucalyptus oil on my temples and aching muscles. And I remember settling in to a beautiful log house with a sweet man in Georgia for a Southern Summer romance. Those lazy crazy hazy days of summer.". And I love it. My skin has turned brown, my feet are bare an...
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The Cookie Witch's Oven: Disillusionment
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The Cookie Witch's Oven. Thursday, November 19, 2009. There are people from whom I expect some level of deception - politicians, sales people, PR people. When I listen to people in those positions, I do so with a grain of salt. In some cases, with a truckload. When I hear deception on their tongues, I am neither hurt nor surprised. So, lesson learned. Even the leaders of the online community are politicians, PR people, sales people. Nothing better. Nothing nobler. What a shame. December 13, 2009 at 7:54 ...
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The Cookie Witch's Oven: Angry Mother Owl
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The Cookie Witch's Oven. Friday, June 12, 2009. For me, the apocalypse happened pretty much on schedule. Almost a decade later, the war is still on, apparently. I'm not always the angry mother owl though. Dispassion comes with experience. I wrote this on New Year's Eve, 2000, at the Studio. An angry mother owl. At least 40 feet high. My boys within her wing. I can see at night. And pierce the darkness with my cries. I can heal and. My eyes never blink. And my head turns all the way around. HERE IS WHAT IS.
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The Cookie Witch's Oven: July 2009
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The Cookie Witch's Oven. Tuesday, July 28, 2009. The summer heat wave reminds me of my journeys to hotter places. I remember travelling the length of beautiful Vietnam, the silk of my Au Dai like a gentle breeze against my flesh, the sharp smell of eucalyptus oil on my temples and aching muscles. And I remember settling in to a beautiful log house with a sweet man in Georgia for a Southern Summer romance. Those lazy crazy hazy days of summer.". And I love it. My skin has turned brown, my feet are bare an...
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The Cookie Witch's Oven: May 2009
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The Cookie Witch's Oven. Thursday, May 28, 2009. This photo is by Koa. Links to this post. Sunday, May 24, 2009. The street becomes a dwelling for the flâneur; he is as much at home among the facades of houses as a. Citizen is in his four walls. To him the shiny, enameled signs of businesses are at least as good a wall. Ornament as an oil painting is to the bourgeois in his salon. The walls are the desk against which he. He looks down on his household after his work is done." Walter Benjamin, 1938.
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The Cookie Witch's Oven: River of Protest
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The Cookie Witch's Oven. Wednesday, June 17, 2009. From Iran, a river of protest in their Green revolution. I find this so moving, not the least because of the role that social media has taken in bringing this momentous piece of history to the world. Following this river of protest is an ocean of support coming from all over the world, streaming through twitter feeds, blogs comments, and every other facet of the internet. Comments like ". Are streaming in from all over the world. A Tree in the Desert.
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The Cookie Witch's Oven: Harvest Moon and the Death of the Bogeyman.
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The Cookie Witch's Oven. Monday, October 5, 2009. Harvest Moon and the Death of the Bogeyman. My own personal bogeyman is dead! When I heard the news it was as if a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders, something I've been carrying so long, I forgot it was not part of me. A sickening sense of responsibility, a dark shadow of fear. all lifted so quickly I had to sit down and catch my breath. And then we walked away. October 6, 2009 at 8:31 PM. I love you Cara. October 10, 2009 at 11:33 PM.
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The Cookie Witch's Oven: January 2010
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The Cookie Witch's Oven. Monday, January 25, 2010. I'm making trisklelions again. They are once again inspired by the man who first inspired me to start spinning them 21 years ago. Eventually they became like a visual diary, so that inspiration was a real gift. I've also picked up my feather again, dancing the night away in my little suite. Did you know you can feather dance a triskel as long as it is all one line? Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). HERE IS WHAT IS. And the Years Passed.