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On Fantasy   Leave a comment

Though I’m not much of a Game of Thrones fan — I bogged down in the first book at page 25, and I don’t get HBO — I do enjoy some parts of it. (My favorites are Daenerys and Tyrion.) And I can appreciate the work and artistry in the goodies available at the Ice and Fire event, going on for one more week.

The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real … for a moment at least … that long magic moment before we wake.

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Walking in Dublin   Leave a comment

Put on my green pump shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of my Dublin crew
In the middle of the pouring rain
Daniel O’Connell, won’t you look down over me
Yeah, I got a first class ticket
An’ I’m as green as a girl can be


Then I’m walking in Dublin
Walking with James Joyce striding at my heels
Walking in Dublin
But do I really feel the way I feel?

With many apologies to Marc Cohn

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Kia Kaha Stopover   Leave a comment

A quick visit here for me. I was trying to get this up much earlier on Friday, before this week’s Fifty Linden Fridays finished up, but didn’t make it. The skirt and wrapped sweater, however, are from Caboodle, and I think they’re part of a standard set of separates, so you can still get them — just not at the sweet L$ 50 price.

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I’m wearing:

  • Head: Akeruka Monika 2.5 Bento
  • Body and hands: Maitreya Lara 4.1
  • Eyes: IKON Sovereign (Passion)
  • Hair: Truth Yelena
  • Nails: SlackGirl Cheila
  • Outfit (all by Caboodle): Camille skirt and tied sweater (Azure); Mirja crop top and bra; Elia boots
  • Eyeshadow: SlackGirl LilZara (Akeruka, slot 2)
  • Lipstick: Zibska Tamsen (Omega, slot 5)

Photographed in Kia Kaha region

Afterparty   1 comment

Lisavet Darchiev sighed as the door closed behind her and Maks Derbensky, her lover. “Thank God and the saints, we’re home,” she said in Russian, since they were by themselves instead of with American or British friends, and she crossed herself in the Orthodox style. “I love the Oscar ceremony; I love the parties; and I love getting together with Piper. But I think I love most getting home afterwards, so I can put up my poor aching feet!”

Maks chuckled as he locked the last deadbolt and clicked on the door alarm. “You have but to blame your ‘poor aching feet’ on yourself, Liza, and your penchant for stiletto-heeled shoes. And kindly do not tell me, my tsarina, that you’re getting too old for the social rounds. Besides limiting your access to the power brokers and business opportunities in this crazy city, that’s simply no fun at all.”

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Pausing to Refresh

You have to take some time to enjoy the day when you get the opportunity, and so Diana and I are pausing in our shopping to get some iced tea. (I guess it’s iced; that’s the only reason for the glasses. Perhaps they’re just using the teapot to carry the tea.)

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Breakfast Time

“… Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast ….”

Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland (The Queen to Alice)
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Vest In Search of a Poem

WANTED:  Poem involving the metal or color of silver.  Should be between 14 to 50 lines in length, any style okay.  Treacly “greeting-card” verses need not apply.  Song lyrics should include an MP3 or video, so that author may see if she approves of the song.  Apply to jemsternhall@ ….

Why am I resorting to the want ads to find a poem? Don’t we have a librarian on staff to help me, as well as any reference librarians at my local library? Well, I tried them, as well as searching on my own. And none of us — not even Harper, who tends to turn simple requests into Major Projects, could find a one. Or, well … not an example I liked, anyway …. There were plenty of pieces with “silver” in their titles, or involving silver imagery of some kind, but not the kind of imagery that resonated with me.

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