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Paolo Roversi
fashion photographer who works with polaroid because how the hell should i know it seems silly to me too.

and this is my favorite poem right now - the translation is my own with help from Pauline Yu who doesnt realize that straw man arguments only work verbally.

Dream of Heaven - Li He

Ancient hare and chilled toad weep the sky's sheen.
Through a door ajar in the cloud mansion slip walls of slanting white.
The jade wheel crushes dew, wetting the globes gleam;
bells and pendants meet each other on cassia-scented paths.
Yellow dust and clear water beneath the three Fairy Mountains
Shift every thousand years, which pass like galloping steeds.
Gaze afar at the Middle Provinces: nine dots of smoke,
And the single pool of ocean waters drained into a cup.
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Mike The Headless Chicken

On Monday September 10, 1945, farmer Lloyd Olsen of Fruita, Colorado, had his mother-in-law around for supper and was sent out to the yard by his wife to bring back a chicken. Olsen failed to completely decapitate the five-and-a-half month old bird named Mike. The axe missed the jugular vein, leaving one ear and most of the brain stem intact.[3] On the first night after the decapitation Mike slept with it under his wing; it was this that convinced Olsen to reprieve Mike from the cooking pot.[citation needed] Despite Olsen's botched handiwork, Mike was still able to balance on a perch and walk clumsily; he even attempted to preen and crow, although he could do neither. After the bird did not die, a surprised Mr. Olsen decided to continue to care permanently for Mike, feeding him a mixture of milk and water via an eyedropper; he was also fed small grains of corn. Mike occasionally choked on his own mucus, which the Olsen family would clear using a syringe. When used to his new and unusual center of mass Mike could easily get himself to the highest perches without falling. His crowing, though, was less impressive and consisted of a gurgling sound made in his throat, leaving him unable to crow at dawn. Mike also spent his time preening and attempting to peck for food with his neck.[3] Being headless did not keep Mike from putting on weight; at the time of his beheading he weighed two and a half pounds, but at the time of his death this had increased to nearly eight.Collapse )
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grocery shopping!

today i looked in my fridge and realized that i had no food. so this evening i went shopping. i got beer, 10lbs of low grade ground beef, beer, cereal, beer, cat food, juice, protein, creatine and beer.

i have no idea when it happened exactly, but sometime this semester i really turned into a college student.
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I appreciate it somewhat academically, but watching him & my half sister play tennis, I understand what a good father my dad is. She is pretty good, ducking and swinging, she places the ball with consistent accuracy, but she doesn't have confidence. When asked if she wanted to be on the school team she declined - saying that the other girls were too good for her. Peter (dad) is encouraging though, and when she runs at the net and puts the ball just out the back corner, he says "stay there," and lobs it back at her. She takes it from the net straight down at his feet, forcing him to dance back to catch it - back and forth, they volley for a few minutes, my dad running about, Annie jumping at the net, bringing the fuzzy green ball down hard, working the edges. "Her backhand is amazing," I think, watching them from the bench. It could be sad. I think, though, that I'm old enough now that I don't have to mourn my missed opportunities. I just take pleasure watching Annie driving it at the net, and her dad returning it, back & forth.
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