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1.) Long sleeved white cotton shirt. It was made in India and fits like it was custom-made for me.
2.) Purple tie dye short sleeved T-shirt with the beige and brown flower applique.
3.) Old Navy capris - black with flared bottoms
4.) Light as a feather stretch jeans from Avenue - dark blue with flared bottoms
5.) White short sleeved T-top with hankerchief inset and tiny white buttons.
Last night I was surfing around looking for blogging prompts when I came across this.
While not a recent post it really gave me a jumpstart.
Hope you leave me some links to five lists of your own in comments.
And do visit Ben’s awesome blog.
Ciao for now.
It’s nice to be young isn’t it?
As for me well, I’ve developed a fear of breaking bones over the years.
Check out my:
Manic Monday
&
Saturday Photo Hunt
Is this cute or what?
When I was in my teens New York still had a few of the old retro movie houses left. I loved nothing better than going to the Thalia or Theatre 80 to see classic & cult films. They often ran double features. I usually missed the first film because I worked till 9pm with my dad.
One night I was sitting on the counter reading when my dad said, “I thought you were going down Broadway to see those Bette Davis movies. Waste of money you could watch them on the late late show for free you know.”
“The first one already began, I’m waiting till it’s time for the second.”
“Why?”
“Well, uh ’cause I missed the beginning.”
“Frannie the second half is the best part of the show. You’ll catch up with what’s going on, and you get to see what happens in the end. And isn’t it the same price if you see one or two?”
“Same price.”
“So what are you still doing here?”
You know he was right. I ended up seeing quite a few half films over the years. Eventually they all did appear on the late late show, and I caught the first halves too. The TV screen, however could never compare to seeing them on the big screen.
- one of those Swiss Army knives with all the attachments
- a pen with lots of ink
- a really thick notebook
- those waterproof matches campers use (signal fires)
- digi camera with largest memory card available (for the blog posts after I’m rescued)
- a foreign language textbook (might as well learn something while I’m waiting)
- waterproof white fabric to protect against the sun
- duct tape (you can do anything with that stuff)
- a copy of Writing Down The Bones by Natalie Goldberg
- most importantly - pics of my family
Wow, I would need some really big pockets.
Is there such a thing as a solar powered laptop?
List idea from The Imagination Prompt Generator
will be joining the sidebar.
Right now you’ll find the first posts there.
I’m working on a links page, and some other bits and pieces which will be up soon.
Waving at you all from you know where.
Frances
I’ve rejoined the local pool after too long an absence.
Water Jogging sessions bust stress and nothing hurts afterwards.
Back in ‘93 I lost about 60 pounds in a year by cutting down on sweets, meats and breads and working it in the pool.
I’m hoping for a replay.
The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanely sensitive. To them… a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death.
Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create — so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, their very breath is cut off…
They must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency they are not really alive unless they are creating.
–Pearl Buck (1892 - 1973)
I decide to add a link to my favorites, and that’s when I noticed just how long that list has gotten.
Definitely time to revisit and share a few places.
Merriam-Webster’s Open Dictionary
What’s on your favorites list?
My friend J wearing a black polo shirt, blue jeans and black mules. Her wavy blonde hair is piled high on her head with her ever present sunglasses. She’s misplaced something important and is tearing up her bags and car looking for it.
An almost empty bottle of Sprite zero. I actually prefer Diet Coke, but as of late caffeine has become the enemy. And please don’t talk about Caffeine Free Diet Coke, that’s like beer with no alcohol - why bother?
My white, silver & blue Nike sneakers - know what? They definitely have to go for a Tide Ride this weekend.
My cellphone on it’s charger. It’s a Samsung Blackjack that’s I also use for moblogging. Tonight I’m using it to post to my new blog from a bench near the Museum of Natural History. It’s a full moon and that’s my favorite time to start new projects. This particular bench is one of my favorite for writing of all kinds.
What’s left of the amazing fruit tart my partner bought for tea time. Strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, mango and kiwi on the yummiest cream and crust possible.
So what can you see right now?
“When I admire the wonder of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in worship of the Creator”
- Mahatma Gandhi
She used to drag her mattress beside her low window and lie awake for a long while, vibrating with excitement, as a machine vibrates from speed. Life rushed in upon her through that window - or so it seemed. In reality, of course, life rushes from within, not from without. There is no work of art so big or so beautiful that is was not once all contained in some youthful body, like this one which lay on the floor in the moonlight, pulsing with ardor and anticipation.
- Willa Cather, The Song of the Lark
- Franklin P. Jones
the heat hits you like a hammer when you step outside the door.
How are all of you?
Working on dusk/night pic techniques. Hopefully I’ll get a really good one of the next full moon.
There was a tube of lipstick tucked into this tiny hand-made hat.
Most of the people buried in this cemetary are of French or Portuguese extraction. More than a few stones had a “thumbs up” on them.
My daughter was not well this week, so me and her old pal Boo Boo Kitty hopped a bus Sunday to go see her.
Are we there yet?
Boo Boo felt right at home minutes after arrival, and decided not to come back to NYC with me. I totally understood.
Everything was so tidy - my daughter unlike her mom is a regular Dolly Domestic.
We went for a walk round the neighborhood. The light was not best for taking pics, but we caught a few of the neighbors.
Daughter lives in a real neighborhood where everyone is always out on the porch waving at you as you go by. Everyone tends their own gardens and lawns; there’s lots of fruit and wildflowers everywhere.
We walked over to the Walmart, and of course there was a random pair of shoes waiting for me - there always is.
We also walked through a nearby cemetary, but I’ll save those photos for tomorrow.
We had a great day, and best of all Daughter is much much better.
Ciao for now.
The bus company that is.
The young man across the aisle from me is playing M on his laptop.
M is an old German film directed by the legendary Fritz Lang.
Peter Lorre starred in this suspenseful tale of a child killer. It made him a star overnight.
Of course the young man is wearing headphones while watching the film, but it is subtitled in English so I can fully enjoy it.
I had a wonderful afternoon with my daughter. If I don’t fall face first into bed when I get home - I was up at 5 am - I will post a few pictures.
Four hours was all the sleep I had last night, and the circles under my eyes look like someone drew them with a magic marker.
Hope you all had magnificent Sundays.
Ciao for now.
Daughter was not well this week, so I am making the scene for a day in MA.
Would you believe the bus driver won’t stop for photo opps?
Some mumbo jumbo about corporate rules.
Back at you soon with pics and such.
found while strolling down the street in suburbs of New Jersey
An amazingly funny weblog I found through tumblr yesterday.
I particularly enjoyed this recent post.
was absolutely delicious last night.
Like the title?
It’s actually a weekly event at Brother Jimmy’s BBQ here on the Upper West Side.
The menu includes fried chicken, rib tips, hush puppies and tuna noodle casserole.
Brother Jimmy’s is incredibly noisy, partly because it serves some amazingly high voltage drinks.
This includes group drinks served in goldfish bowls with mutiple extra-long straws.
Funny thing is even with all the action I can sit write in my journal quite happily.
I’ve been a good girl lately, so I think I’ll treat myself to a bit of Southern goodness.
Back at ya soon y’all
I wish I could be as unself-conscious as the woman next to me on this long bench.
She has stretched herself out, head resting on her backpack to enjoy the amazing breeze here at The Columbus Circle Fountain.
Two women on my left debate on men and love. One is a teacher, the other a social worker.
The teacher is very patronizing. The social worker very patient.
Many people are just sitting quietly.
I am both looking out and within.
Ciao for now
As I waited on the corner of 125th & Lenox for the light to change a homeless man waved his hands in my face, spit near my feet and then blew his cigarette smoke in my face.
I gave him my most disinterested look and stared him down.
Upset that I did not show fear he walked off mumbling to himself.
Twenty minutes later a charming woman asked to share my table at the restaurant where I was eating my dinner.
The restaurant’s air conditioner wasn’t working, and they had opened up the floor to ceiling show windows. The area I was sitting in had a great breeze thing going on.
So this woman and I chatted about this and that, and everyone who passed by the place smiled at us and some made comments.
“Enjoy your meal.”
“Yummy huh?”
“How’s the food?”
“Great I eat here all the time.”
“Evening ladies”
Right now I’m in Starbucks, tapping out this post on my Sidekick.
The place is buzzing with conversation, jazzy music pours from the speakers, and I am waiting to see what happens next.
Reservoir at Central Park
One very large bee
So many lilies this year
Shadow - a six month old Schnauzer
My beloved Washington Square Park is in the midst of a major renovation.
You can find her at:
About eight years ago I began blogging at a free Xanga site.
I didn’t even own my own laptop; I used my work computer.
The first laptop was my 40th birthday present to myself. It was a Dell that had everything purchasable at the time on it. Can you imagine it had both a CD and floppy disk drive?
I can’t remember the last time I saw a floppy.
Today I was shopping around for what will be my 4th laptop.
Currently I post to this main blog as well as a meme, creative writing, photo and mobile blog.
I am part of a fabulous blogging group called She Who Blogs, and we have a group blog too.
Just a few minutes ago I was planning the first post for a new blog all about New York.
All my blogs have their own web addresses, and I host at WordPress, Typepad and Blogger.
Posting is done via desktop, laptop or one of two mobile devices.
This one is coming at you from my Sidekick ID via The WordPress Gadget.
Because of blogging I became passionate about digital photography, which led to my taking classes in web design and Photoshop.
It’s been an amazing time for me, filled with the creativity I longed for, and great online buddies, some of whom I’ve met in person.
Uh oh look at the time. Gotta rock ‘n roll.
May you live long and prosper.
and all the craziness of the day melted into a puddle at my feet - then I walked away.
