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Middle Age. Modern Marriage. Epic Fails. Need a Speaker for Your Next Event? Closet full of clothes, but nothing to wear? Grab my FREE "Ninja Closet Cleaning Course (what to toss, what to keep)," and find out how to love your clothes again. Doctor, Can You Give Me a Lift? When I was in my late 40s, I decided to get my breasts lifted. I didn’t want them. And I looked more like a 60s love child that hadn’t worn a bra since puberty. So armed with photos of young starlets and their “up to. Look 12 years old?

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Ephemera Ephemerae: August 2009

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Everything she touches changes) (no, really, everything) (really). A few days ago Paul Hoover posted " American Gestures. A poem of 100 lines, all of them taken from other poems. Delicious. I liked coming across Dante, there all of a sudden, in the middle of the dark wood. Conversation in the Back Seat. We were driving back to Albuquerque from the Grand Canyon, in a minivan with my two brothers, and my child and my brother Jim's two kids, and heard this, from the far back:. 11 year old brother: I found it.

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Ephemera Ephemerae: February 2011

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Everything she touches changes) (no, really, everything) (really). NOW We Get Snow. So the Snowcalypse hit the Midwest and the East Coast a couple of weeks ago. And we were supposed to get it too, and since we're in the middle of them it would Only Make Sense if we did, but no, not so much, actually no snow at all. Because it went north. Because this time, too, it went north. Only we were in the north part. It's so pretty out there! Sunny and bright and crisp and just darling. But Pittsburgh's just n...

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Ephemera Ephemerae: March 2011

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Everything she touches changes) (no, really, everything) (really). Best Tea Cups Evar. Here's a cupboard of sun. Want. Ren is really posting about the cups up at the top of the photo, which come in colors other than yellow. I'm posting about the yellow tea cup and the yellow jug and plate below. My own tea cup is now on its second incarnation; also yellow and cheery, but enormous. Got a minute here before lunch, to go find yellow teapots. Catch ya later. From Big Big Design. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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Ephemera Ephemerae: How The English Department did Deal With the Starbucks, Redux

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Everything she touches changes) (no, really, everything) (really). How The English Department did Deal With the Starbucks, Redux. No time for an actual blog post, too bad, so I give you yet another saved post from the now defunct and sorely missed Creating Text(iles) - many of you, oh ancient and faithful readers, have seen this already. You may go about your business, see you later. For the rest of you, Malory tells the story of the time the first Starbuck's got put into the campus:. And they were wroth.

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Ephemera Ephemerae: July 2011

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Everything she touches changes) (no, really, everything) (really). So, my buddy Starhawk. Is all involved in making her novel. The Fifth Sacred Thing. And so now this whole show-your-interest-in Star's-book-becoming-a-movie project is like 85% done, BUT there is still the opportunity to get in on the ground floor. Even just a little bit of money - like a dollar, she says - is useful; it's the numbers of interested people who matter. One of whom you may be, if you desire. Film it in Pittsburgh!

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Ephemera Ephemerae: October 2009

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Everything she touches changes) (no, really, everything) (really). Hanted by Civil Rights Issues. As in Don't Ask Don't Tell - bad enough, but worse for lesbians. Haunted by the Most Beautiful Place in the World. The most beautiful, I think - but also the most inaccessible. Haunted by the Young Diana Rigg. Hell, haunted by the current one. Haunted by Idiot Things People Say About Welsh. I'm always grateful when smart people get pissy about the things people say about Welsh. Haunted by Non-Existent Past.

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Ephemera Ephemerae: NOW We Get Snow...

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Everything she touches changes) (no, really, everything) (really). NOW We Get Snow. So the Snowcalypse hit the Midwest and the East Coast a couple of weeks ago. And we were supposed to get it too, and since we're in the middle of them it would Only Make Sense if we did, but no, not so much, actually no snow at all. Because it went north. Because this time, too, it went north. Only we were in the north part. It's so pretty out there! Sunny and bright and crisp and just darling. But Pittsburgh's just n...

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Ephemera Ephemerae: Writer's Site Coming!

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Everything she touches changes) (no, really, everything) (really). Yesterday I drove up to Butler, to meet with my friend Cindy. From Big Big Design. She helped me put together a web site (which I can update, but she'sll manage - excellent plan! To corral my writing, so that when editors ask for my website I'll have one. Excellent pieces of the trip: 1) seeing Cindy, of course; 2) not getting VERY lost, only a LITTLE bit; 3) picking out the template. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Gods are Bored.

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Ephemera Ephemerae: February 2010

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Everything she touches changes) (no, really, everything) (really). Actually, there's two parts to this entry today: 1) poetry offering and 2) poetry update. thus:. As my contribution to the 5 th. Slam, one of my all-time favorites, in which the most accomplished English Court Poet of All Time compares the courtly lover to a fish in sauce (Because He Can):. Madame, ye ben. As fer as cercled. For as the cristall. That at a reuell. It is an oynement. Ye to me ne. Yet may that wo. That ye so small out twyne.