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For France….

I do not know what more to say than has already been said.  I continue to hold to the belief that terrorism more attracts the wrath of the people you are attacking than accomplishes anything, and I shall continue to hold to that belief.

This blog’s masthead shall display the French flag for one week as a tribute and a reminder….

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Posted November 14, 2015 by Harper Ganesvoort in News, Real Life

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Je suis Charlie et Ahmed

Charlie in Vitual Paris

The masthead of this blog will be dark for one week, in remembrance of the events at Charlie Hebdo‘s offices in Paris, and those who lost their lives there and elsewhere.  I understand the intense displeasure many Muslims have toward such depictions of Muhammad; but what the shooters did was so far out of proportion as to enter the realm of stupidity.  The shooters, by their acts, did not help their cause, did not do honor to the Prophet’s name or teachings, and wrought a great harm to Islam in general.

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Lord, we ask you to guide the people of this land, and of all the nations, in the
ways of justice and peace; that we may honor one another
and serve the common good.

Lord, in your mercy
Hear our prayer.

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The Book of Common Prayer, p. 388 (adapted)

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Posted January 11, 2015 by Harper Ganesvoort in Personal, Real Life

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On the Town with Digit Darkes

Okay, where is he??

Okay, where is he??

Don’t you just hate having to stand around waiting for a date to show up?  I was supposed to meet the guy here on the Champs-Élysées for dinner and the show at the Lido.  He’s an hour late now, and I’m about to just throw it over as stupidity and take care of myself.

Ah, well, at least I’m dressed for the night.  This Starlight gown I picked up from Digit Darkes would have been perfect for a night with that guy, though; just the right amount of sophistication and seduction — a lovely strapless top edged in black satin, rustling tulle skirt, and a side slit up to there in just the right place.  Lots of leg, and nothing else; but oh, the sense of invitation….

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