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PDF Weird coincidence
Last night I watched the beginning of Hunting Party with Richard Gere, as Amer suggested. There’s an opening scene in which Simon Hunt, Gere’s character, is attempting to cover a story–he’s a TV journalist–in Somalia, and he stumbles and falls as a blast goes off near him. It’s hit or miss and he barely escapees [...]
Snowflake Klum
Supermodel Heidi Klum struts the catwalk as her husband Seal performs during a Victoria’s Secret fashion show at the Kodak Theatre in Hollywood, Nov. 15, 2007.
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Silence of the Lambs
I saw this movie in Carson City when it came out. I felt like I was the only person in the audience who identified with Clarice. When Lecter slams his fist against the glass and scares her, it sent a chill down my spine. A cold-blooded, psychopathic murderer had done that to me when [...]
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Subject: A shocking occurrence ceases to be shocking when it occurs daily.
Date: November 7, 2007 5:40:18 AM PST
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Haven’t we met somewhere before? ?))
Doing easily what others find difficult is talent doing what is impossible for talent is genius.
Between us and heaven or hell there is [...]
Shop pulls “Lolita” bed for young girls
Interesting article from Reuters. What ineteresting is that nobody at the store — not the buyer or any of the staff — had a clue who Lolita was. How soon we forget . . .
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Shop pulls “Lolita” bed for young girls
Fri Feb 1, 2008 2:01pm EST
LONDON (Reuters) – A chain [...]
Why we read what we read
Why we read what we read
This book had some interesting insights. I don’t read romance novels, with the exception of one written by a friend, a Ph.D psychologist here in Reno. It was steamy, to say the least. Lots of “aching loins,” “arching members,” etc. However, she did nail a certain feeling: lust toward a [...]
Penny and me
When I lived on the beach in Santa Monica in a hotel in a room next to Penny, we used to go buy a pound of vanilla coffee at a shop nearby. It was one of those coffee and sundries shops — sort of like Starbucks of today, but with more stuff — they had [...]
Things I want to write about
I lived on Quincy or Spokane, over between 9th and the freeway, with those bozo, pothead idiots. I took the ill-fated trip to Sand Mountain.
Penny and me — coffee. Vanilla to be exact. The little shop in Santa Monica.
The wonderful lady I lived with in Sparks. How I listened to Neil Young’s Harvest album [...]
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