i want to get out of here.
is there any escape?
i want less not more.
is there any escape?
i want less not more.
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ratoncitoperez:
Those pics are awesome, as ever, but for me have the rather debilitating side-effect of making me want to give up photography, hehe...
Hope you had fun, take care, spk soon,
mark.
xoxo
Hope you had fun, take care, spk soon,
mark.
xoxo
rxdxt:
brrrr.. looks cold. I love the leaf under the water..
have fun in DC
have fun in DC
i am too fucking serious.
meh.
someone tell me a damn joke already.
meh.
someone tell me a damn joke already.
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bellyjack:
Also not a joke, but (while digging through my 'Sent Email' folder looking for motor specifications and other techno crap), ran across this, and thought it worth a suppressed giggle or two. I have seldom heard bogus and irrelevant jargon uttered with such sincerity - well, except for late night infomercials - and took the time to transcribe it (located below the Spoiler fold).
electric:
you guys are awesome!
thanks everyone who responded!
and now for something completely different...
thanks everyone who responded!
and now for something completely different...
ive sometimes sung this song to myself when
i have felt blue or anxious. i want to share
it with you. an oldie but goodie.
my mother used to listen to bob marley when i was
a little girl....every little thing's gonna be alright.
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
Said - said - said:...
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i have felt blue or anxious. i want to share
it with you. an oldie but goodie.
my mother used to listen to bob marley when i was
a little girl....every little thing's gonna be alright.
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
Said - said - said:...
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rxdxt:
One favourite deserves another...
Acoustic melody...
Acoustic melody...
- - -
My favourite is the bit about the cornerstone - always gets me in the gut that one... man was seriously channeling some fierce spirtual power I'll say.
Happy Holidays.
commonman:
I love Bob Marley.
Happy new year!
Happy new year!
hello hello.
its christmas time again it seems.
life has been moving in interesting and unexpected ways.
i have lust for life!
i also have some new artwork that would look great on your walls.
im electric.
its christmas time again it seems.
life has been moving in interesting and unexpected ways.
i have lust for life!
i also have some new artwork that would look great on your walls.
im electric.
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charlemagne:
Hello, Electric Goddess, I'm the eclectic clod! I hope the interesting and unexpected ways in your life are good ones. My life has been going through the old ups and downs, and right now the downs predominate. Blasted women! Of course, it's not their fault I'm the eclectic clod. Now, for some reason, the song "Dies Irae" from Mozart's "Requiem" stomps through my head. Good thing? I love it, though! 
rxdxt:
Its GREAT. I'm exhausted.. lots going on. I need to clone myself and send one of us on vacation alone.
I feel very surrounded by people, all the time, yet terribly terribly alone.
Also, I'm alternatively frustrated & exhausted and invigorated & challenged.
You seem to shimmer in the holidays. it's a good thing.
I feel very surrounded by people, all the time, yet terribly terribly alone.
Also, I'm alternatively frustrated & exhausted and invigorated & challenged.
You seem to shimmer in the holidays. it's a good thing.
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urvile:
I SING the Body electric;
The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them;
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the Soul.
Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves;
And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead?
And if the body does not do as much as the Soul?
And if the body were not the Soul, what is the Soul?
Thought of you: and this came to mind.
Wish I wrote this, but Walt Whitman did.....
The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them;
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the Soul.
Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves;
And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead?
And if the body does not do as much as the Soul?
And if the body were not the Soul, what is the Soul?
Thought of you: and this came to mind.
Wish I wrote this, but Walt Whitman did.....
jameswyper:
xoxx
Evening
The sky puts on the darkening blue coat
held for it by a row of ancient trees;
you watch: and the lands grow distant in your sight,
one journeying to heaven, one that falls;
and leave you, not at home in either one,
not quite so still and dark as the darkened houses,
not calling to eternity with the passion of what becomes
a...
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The sky puts on the darkening blue coat
held for it by a row of ancient trees;
you watch: and the lands grow distant in your sight,
one journeying to heaven, one that falls;
and leave you, not at home in either one,
not quite so still and dark as the darkened houses,
not calling to eternity with the passion of what becomes
a...
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erleichda:
That made me look up the german original. The rhymes are beautiful.
I try for my life to be a star in me more often than a stone. But it will always be both I guess. It gets harder, or maybe the stone gets heavier, the older I get.
Abend
Der Abend wechselt langsam die Gewnder,
die ihm ein Rand von alten Bumen hlt,
du schaust: und vor dir scheiden sich die Lnder,
ein himmelfahrendes und eins, das fllt,
und lassen dich, zu keinem ganz gehrend,
nicht ganz so dunkel wie das Haus, das schweigt,
nicht ganz so sicher Ewiges beschwrend
wie das, was Stern wird jede Nacht und steigt
und lassen dir (unsglich zu entwirn)
dein Leben bang und riesenhaft und reifend,
so dass es, bald begrenzt und bald begreifend,
abwechselnd Stein in dir wird und Gestirn.
I try for my life to be a star in me more often than a stone. But it will always be both I guess. It gets harder, or maybe the stone gets heavier, the older I get.
Abend
Der Abend wechselt langsam die Gewnder,
die ihm ein Rand von alten Bumen hlt,
du schaust: und vor dir scheiden sich die Lnder,
ein himmelfahrendes und eins, das fllt,
und lassen dich, zu keinem ganz gehrend,
nicht ganz so dunkel wie das Haus, das schweigt,
nicht ganz so sicher Ewiges beschwrend
wie das, was Stern wird jede Nacht und steigt
und lassen dir (unsglich zu entwirn)
dein Leben bang und riesenhaft und reifend,
so dass es, bald begrenzt und bald begreifend,
abwechselnd Stein in dir wird und Gestirn.
ma2:
If were going to quote Rilke I have to add one of my favorites to the mix...
[You who never arrived]
You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment. All the immense
images in me--the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and un-
suspecting turns in the path,
and htose powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods--
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.
You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house--, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced upon, --
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back
my too-sudden image. Who knows? perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening...
[You who never arrived]
You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment. All the immense
images in me--the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and un-
suspecting turns in the path,
and htose powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods--
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.
You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house--, and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced upon, --
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back
my too-sudden image. Who knows? perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening...
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misterdoom:
And modest too... 
sabine8:
You're right I do. It's amazing and I have no money 
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bellyjack:
Talk about your iconic images
Blue caustics playing on your legs and thighs make it seem you are emerging from the void.
But keep an eye out for the bear
Blue caustics playing on your legs and thighs make it seem you are emerging from the void.
But keep an eye out for the bear
hossenfeffah:
Wow, I love the way the light plays through the waves onto your body. Incredibly artistic photo! 
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soobie:
I wonder if the soldiers get in trouble if their helmets aren't shiny enough.
soobie:
awww .... shucks ....
but you never really missed me
but you never really missed me
Django created amazing music fretting with only two fingers on his left hand. Here are a few minutes for diversion and contemplation.
"Art is the expression of the self. The more complicated and restrictive a method is, the less the opportunity there will be for the expression of one's original sense of freedom! The techniques, though they play an important role in the early stage, should not be too restrictive, complex, or mechanical. If we cling to them we will become bound by their limitations. Remember, you are 'expressing' the technique and not 'doing' the technique. When someone attacks you it is not technique number one (or is it technique number two, stance two, section four?) that you are doing, but the moment you are 'aware' of his attack you simply move in like sound and echo without deliberation. It is as though when I call you, you answer me, or when I throw something to you, you catch it. That's all."
--Bruce Lee, "My View on Gung View"