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"A person should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful that God has implanted in the human soul." - Goethe



NEWS, POLITICS & PHILOSOPHY
Google News
Daypop Top 40
Popdex
Free Republic
where is my head.com
The Progressive Review
Common Dreams
Drudge Report
World Net Daily
Arts & Letters Daily
Hippyland Politics
The Tennessean
ifeminists.com
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TechNewsWorld
HeadlineSpot
The Smoking Gun
!Sacred Texts!


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LOOK IT UP!
Questia Online Library
Dictionary.Com
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Bartelby.com
Online-Literature
Online Translator
AskOxford.com

THE CARD SHOP
!Art Passions!
Story People
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Loving You
oiloflove
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Yahoo Greetings
Elvis Postcards
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POETRY & ARTS
!Plagiarist.com!
World Museum of Erotic Art
Netpoets
eMule
e e cummings
Emily Dickinson
Charles Baudelaire : Lethe
William Butler Yeats
everypoet.com
Desktop Poetry
ElectroMagnetic Poetry
!The Victorian Web!

DIVERSIONS
SpyWorm
Orisinal Games
TouchGraph
Astronomy Picture of the Day
Van Gogh Gallery
yaysoft.com
TextArc
Logophilia
Uncertainty Park
wireframe dancers

OTHER READS
The Diary of Samuel Pepys
Blogcritics.org
bookslut
Jay Cross
Technoerotica
Photographica
The Occoquan Inquirer
Farmer's Almanac
Raising Hell





ON THE NIGHTSTAND






 




  Saturday, December 28, 2002



Love Song To A Stranger
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

How long since I've spent a whole
night in a twin bed with a stranger
His warm arms all around me
How long since I've gazed into
dark eyes that melted my soul down
to a place where it longed to be?
All of your history has little to do
with your face;
You're mainly a mystery with
violins filling in space.

You stood in the nude by the mirror
and picked out a rose
from the bouquet in our hotel
And laid down beside me again,
and I watched the rose
on the pillow as it fell.
I sank and I slept in a twilight
with only one care -
To know that when day broke and I woke
that you'd still be there.

The hours, for once,
they passed slowly, unendingly by
Like a sweet breeze on a field;
Your gentleness came down upon me
And I guess I thanked you
When you caused me to yield
We spoke not a sentence
And took not a footstep beyond
our two days together
which seemingly soon would be gone.

Don't tell me of love everlasting -
and other sad dreams -
I don't want to hear.
Just tell me of passionate strangers
who rescue each other
from a lifetime of cares.
And if love means forever,
expecting nothing returned,
Then I hope I'll be given
another whole lifetime to learn.

'cause I took from you
oh so many things
It makes me wonder how they could
belong to me,
And I gave you only my dark eyes which
melted your soul down to a place
where it longed to be -


3:18:08 PM     


Meeting at the airport --a poem by Scott
Scott suprised me with a beautifully written poem celebrating our anniversary, and published it in his weblog, Literati Wolf.  He melts me, still. 
3:00:52 PM     


What To Do On New Year's Eve - II

"Okay. You're sitting home alone on New Year's Eve with auld lang syne on your hands. What do you do?" .....LINK


2:27:34 PM     


Forever, dream

One year ago today, I stepped off a Southwest Airlines plane into the wintery blast of Manchester, New Hampshire, my heart full of butterflies, to meet Scott in person for the first time after a 6-month online romance.  Me.  A southern gal who'd never been farther north than Baltimore, and never took trips alone, boarded that plane at the Nashville airport, dressed to the nines, high heels clicking down the long corridors to the gate where I would embark on a journey that would forever change both our lives.  Prepared to spend three entire days, naturally I packed as if taking a 2-week vacation. 

Among the bulky sweaters and sexy lingerie, I had placed a small dreamcatcher I'd purchased months before in Cherokee, North Carolina, and which was an identical match to a larger dreamcatcher Scott had received as a Christmas present.  Because that is a story within itself - (a matter of fate we believed, as they were handmade by the same woman, evidenced by the tags explaining their meaning and origin) - we knew the two dreamcatchers should be together as well.  Purchased over 1,000 miles apart from each other, they became a symbol of our joining as we placed them side by side over our bed in Room #8.  

A year has passed, so quickly it seems, and our lives have changed dramatically.  There was no discussion of it being the right thing to do, our being together forever; it was a simple fact of life and needed no pondering.   After several more months, and many extended weekend flights between Tennessee and snowy New England, Scott made the ultimate one-way trip to Nashville.  We've never looked back.  Two hopeless romantics wished for forever, and forever they have.  "Catch her, dream."  And so he did.  Love is a beautiful thing.  Happy anniversary to us!!

The Legend of the Dreamcatcher


10:53:35 AM     


Top 10 Space Science Images of 2002

"Ever since the first probes headed out to Mars and beyond, pictures made in space have dominated our view of space."  This picture of the Sun was made with a ground-based telescope in the Canary Islands.  The top 10 space science images of 2002 can be found at Space.com

        The maw of a sunspot


8:36:22 AM     



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Debbie/Female/41-45. Lives in United States/Tennessee/Anytown/quiet, speaks English.




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ELVIS
DID EVERYTHING