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by amica paige To quote the memorable lines in the play, Seminar, is to copy almost the entire script.  But Theresa Rebeck wouldn’t like that.  And when dialogue starts to invade one’s mind like a phantom, perhaps it's time to apply occlumency against Snape’s cunning.  Except Snape isn’t the villain messing with people’s heads this time.  It's quite good, really, and reminds me of some indie

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I'm a not a fatalist. I do believe in willpower and magic and hope...for a better place and justice. I just can't smile with happy people all the time and think positive away the demons at play...while we try to survive the best way we can—some of us in yachts and castles, and others beneath bridges...in tunnels...or on benches, and still others stuck between walls in the middle. And still

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by: amica paige She heard the radio play Spacehog's 'Space is the place', which took her down the memory lane of her underground days. Cool World was the place to be then. At least if you chose not to jiggy with it elsewhere or retire early at home with the remote control or a tome, or hang out at a friend's rat hole after the last coffee shop had closed past ten, and should you have chosen to

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by: amica paige I wouldn't call myself a Christian; I'd rather wait for Truth in the end to reveal what's beyond this fragile life, which is nevertheless sprinkled with beauty, peace, and joyful things, if we only cared enough to see that the glass is indeed half-full and not always view it from the top as half-empty and lacking. I consider myself a hopeful skeptic, an occasional atheist, a

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by amica paige *2011 Writer's Digest November Pad Chapbook Challenge - Day 10Prompt was to write something from a totally different angle.This examines the thoughts that might assail a person victimized as a child by sexual abuse. How did I get there? I just went for a ride. Mother okayed it, she worked late on most nights. Coach was always so kind, Dad was nowhere in sight. How did I get

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by amica paige***My entry for Writer's Digest 2011 November Pad Chapbook Challenge - Day 2; unfortunately, due to a glitch in the system, I resubmitted it on Day 3's page“I can resist anything but temptation,” says Wilde—that’s Oscar.I start again today, I say,tight grip on my resolve.But what’s another cup—it hissesJust another sip—it whispers.Too much caffeineis bad for me;it lulls me like a

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by: amica paige***My entry for 2011 Writer's Digest November Pad Chapbook Challenge - Day 4I just found out this morningthat my striped, green scarf goes well withmy black and red old flower dressof three years and still counting.With striped, long socks and calf high bootsfor the colder air—I'm good to go!Black cardigan, green handmade bag,and drops of sparkly earrings—these ones I madeRed Fendi

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by amica paigeRain, rain come what mayMy dry spell—do moisten awayLet it pour—thy waterfallAnd spring forth—thy cleansing rainThat, on them, the sun will glistenMorning dew for my well.I won't submerge, but immerse insteadin thy deep, dark, cold watersI'll not drown, but swim up insteadupward bound onto the surfaceThe water sparkles at the surfacePrecious jewels for my well.

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by amica paigeFunny, this business of reputation is,what tireless mental exertion it consists!Endless weighing, forever peepingadding, removing, and calculatingto ensure the company of the best societiesexhibiting just the finest qualities, or so it seemson the surface at least.In trying your best to avoid the basest--those blatant banalities--such vulgar entitiesyou keep some at arms length,less

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by amica paigeIf we all held hands, could we conquer death?Young ones and grown ones, all locked up in armsHolding me holding you holding him holding herWould the heat then all around us light up the ground?And would our voices reach the heavens when we chorus,God can you hear us, do you hear our sound?But would the earth shake its grounds when it hears our sound?Or would the oceans dump its

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by amica paige***My entry for Writer's Digest Wednesday Poetry PromptsWhat a joyful girl you wereSuch a cheerful spirit you had back thenDancing and singing until you droppedDrawing and counting your bit of changeYou'd skip towards the ice cream mandown the street in his red cartthe second you heard its bell ringing.We used to play the Barbie blonde,Remember the only one you had?Such pretty skin

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by amica paigesometimes it comesenraptured in love, Ibear it--a childso rich and free flowingtoo often it painsall efforts attempteda monster to boreideas so meager

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by amica paige***My entry for Writer's Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompts on HalloweenA turn too lateyou should have heardthe news announcedof the fearsome deathwhich claimed the livesof two, we're told--an innocent one,the other, old.In cheery chantsboth called, in trancethe witch of yoreand the candy manon Halloweennear hallowed groundsjust a stretch awayfrom fiery sounds.A shriek!--not far

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by amica paigelife. why?Why life?Why, life?be. Cause death is. your only other option.So here. I am. Life.Take my hand and thrive.

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blah. nothing. ellipsis...lots of it...to fill up space...instead of uhs. now what? what now? still nothing. more ellipsis...tons of it...to fill up space...instead of uhs. what now? now what? still nothing. this could go on and on. ellipsis...more of it...or is it them?--more of them...to fill up space...instead of uhs. and blanks. but you know, uhs might actually be better than blanks, or

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by amica paigeI don't know what happened,but I know how you feel.Like looking in a mirror...you're human.And I am man.

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by amica paigeI know it's such a cliche,but if you knew tonight would be your lastjust what would you do today?Paint that picture.Write that story.Sing that song now.You may just see the world singing along.Dance!--to your heart's delight.Love. Even if you think it insane.Love anyway.If not, it will all be over just the same.You and I know it.It'll all be over before we know it.Yet we all know it

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by amica paigeWords and art have a habit of dying in silence. They must be seen and heard.They must be freed and shared.I wrote these lyrics a few years ago and have tinkered with basic chords for it, as I love music.But I'm still not a musician. Hopefully someday, I'd encounter a great musician who'd turn this into a song.You've been stuck in your cocoonOnly stepping out in the moonWatching and

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This was my entry for Writer's Digest Prose Poetry contest.Click, click, click. Clickety click. Fingers fast slipping across the keys. Click, clack. Clack, click. Back and forth, forward and backward. Up, down, and all around. This is actually fun--Ding! Onomatopoeia, she whispers, smiling. Left to right, and right to left. Fingers pushing and pulling. QUERTY, her mind utters. Why that now?

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by amica paige ***I stopped at the park a couple days ago and was awed by the instant spray of pink that was not there a few days before, but now colored the park and nicely complemented its greens. Unfortunately, I did not have a proper camera to capture the wispy vista. The following copyrighted image is what I produced with my cell phone. Knowing how fast the Cherry Blossoms would disappear

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New Year: Social Blunder: Full Denial: Clean SlateThank God for the New Year, because you can wipe your slate clean, or at least pretend to by denying yourself the default mode of guilt and shame and diving into full denial instead.My last social blunder for 2010 was “You're problem”. Turned out, it had nothing to do with my grammar, but everything to do with Dr. Katz.Dr. Katz and the "Other"

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by amica paige"The principal thing in this world is to keep one's soul aloft." - Gustave Flaubert (1821-1880)The ground shook and awakenedNeptune charged swiftly at themTheir houses taken along—uprooted and afloat…They used to call this homeThis silent, scattered placeOf sudden devastation.What do you do when you hear their cries?What do you do as you see them die?Do you turn your head the other

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How in the world have I forgotten about The Strokes--what terrible memory lapse I must have suffered.Thanks to Hulu, I was able to catch what I missed, and thanks to SNL for a sweet reminder...

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by amica paigeSob.Pitter-patter.Prattle, prattleTeeth chatter.Gray.Pitter-patter.Gloomy skiesCloudy gray.Talk,Nonsense talk.Rattle, tattleMindless chatter.Choke.Throttle, choke.Prickling tearsDribbling drivel.Sob.Poppycock.Rant, chantAnd a racing heart.

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by amica paigeSitting hereIn the dead silenceOf frustrationConversations flowIn the background whereBooks are read and coffees—on red,Round tables occupiedBy stagnant bodies.OutsideThe leaves swayBoth purple and green,Harmonious withThe gentle breeze,Oh—how they dance with it!I see them through the glass wallThat separates them from me.

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by amica paigeFleeting images in my headAs the water hits my backRelentless memories—how they stick!—Yet they melt before the holy One—Down the drain they slip awayWhile on bended knees I pray.

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***Written in June 2010by amica paigeSomebody once said that the happiest man is the saddest man; just take away what he is happy about.And that the saddest man is the happiest man, if you give him just the thing he asks for.But from the angry man, stay away. He’d either kill you or die trying.Don’t ask me who said them.

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by amica paigeWho are you?What are you?You merciless beastWho only but take us toThe reaper — so grimYou truly are in cohorts with himUshering us awayFrom our fleeting innocenceAnd passionate longings of our youthOnly to wither and decayAnd be delivered to the hands of death.Who do you think you are?What do you think we are?Just fishes in the seaThat you hook and reel in?—To be baked or friedOr

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***Written in 08.09.07by amica paigeI fish them outOf my head, you seeStill words elude meThey swim awayIn the bottomless watersOf the abyssWhere thoughts aboundI fish for wordsInside my head, you knowAnd what you read nowIs all that I’ve caughtFrom the bottomless watersOf the abyssWhere thoughts abound

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by amica paigeOh, wise oneOh, truthOh, master of timeOh, lord of airWho has treaded upon the watersand laid out the veins of earthwith fiery words?Oh, source of lightOh, giver of lifeOh, father of eveOh savior of mankindWho has suffered the darkest depthsof the human heart,and yet did not utter hate as his blood was shed?In absurd gentlenessIn total surrenderWho merely cried out, “Why—Father has

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by amica paige***While intending to make new goals for this year, i ended up uncovering instead some unmet goals in the years past, including this poetry, which I had written a year or two ago and later forgot about. Well, it's about time...for posting.What a snob Time is!It never stops for you and me.It passes as I write,and my thoughts and ink flow.I stop. Time goes.It runs on and on—its

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I must have been stuck in a hole across the river as the White Rabbits have been hopping about enchanting people with their super cool music. If you haven't seen them—all six of them serious talents with their intense drumbeats, solid vocals, and entrancing melodies and harmony, you must see them now. These guys are amazing!I thought I was blown away by another break-through band, Mutemath, a few

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...I need not say more, except watch this super entertaining clip.

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by amica pageWaves crashingFeet rushingFoams formingBreaking tidesBodies swayingLegs paddlingArms swingingZooming ballsHands brushingCastle-buildingFor waves to crash againstAnd hands to brush againFeet diggingSand-printingFloating clouds aboveFlying wings, like dovesKites soaringWind blowingEverything goingRight before my eyes.

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by amica paigeDid you hear about the maggot?Apparently, it was really a caterpillarWhich later turned into a butterfly.No wonder my back felt so heavy…They were invisible wings really...I used to be a turtle, so slowI hid in a shell, you knowI knew I’d get there in timeI knew I’d fall right in lineIn a turtle soup, pureAt a lodger’s inn, sureI knew I’d get there, somehowI knew I’d get there ‘til

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by amica pageWrite, writeWhat to write?Think, thinkWhat to think?Go beyondWhat is already thereOpen your mindWhen your eyes don’t seeHear with your heartWhat your ears don't heedThen your hand will writeWhat is already thereWhy do you strainFor something not thereWhen here all alongIs your train of thought?So hear with your heartThat your mind will see

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“Each of these private brands was structured like a real national brand: they carry a story, have a strong graphic identity ... and are presented mostly as independent sales displays, giving them even more impact. Via Roma is in this respect, a real success: it conveys authenticity, proximity, fun ... and not the nth 'Italian brand" of the market (all the visuals are pictures of the inhabitants

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Recently been hailed as Newsboys 2.0, the band is indeed born again, as the title track of their latest album proclaims, with new frontman, Michael Tait.Video taken @ the concert held in Ocean Grove, NJ on April 21, 2010.

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by amica paigeA doubtful believerand a hopeful skeptic.A skeptical supporterand a faithful cynic.A cynical optimistand a cheerful pessimist.A philanthropist who hatesa misanthropist that cares.I am an oxymoron,a walking contradiction.A lowly narcissistand a godly sinner.Like the lame that walkedand the doubting Thomas.In seeing he believed,like the blind that saw.But blessed are thosewho believed

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Matt Maher’s album, ALIVE AGAIN, so aptly named, is a breath of fresh air in today’s polluted airwaves, wherein “cool tunes”, per se, rule over substance, and mere noise have replaced real music, as these misguided and image-driven artists, in blind pursuit of relevance, continue to embrace bland formulas and popularity over their God-given talents and musical integrity. This unpretentious,

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I just love the energy in the song, "Miracles", by the Newsboys; it's got the 80's vibe, reminiscent of the period's pop exuberance in the likes of Iggy Pop and The Cars. With their latest album, Born Again, and new frontman, Michael Tait, the Newsboys has indeed been reborn, and this rebirth only proves promising. This concert was held at Ocean Grove, New Jersey, August 21, 2010. Video taken by

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Exclusive interview with Duncan Phillips of Newsboys on the band's recent rebirth with their latest album, "Born Again", and new lead singer, long-time friend, and vocal powerhouse, Michael Tait, who may very well carry the torch, passed on to him by ex-frontman, Peter Furler, far beyond fresh starts and onto greater musical heights. This is not to say that the band's lasting vigor, with Furler

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This beautiful story shows that sometimes all it takes are open hearts and willing hands for miracles to happen. Aol News has the full story.

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Killing gentle dolphins for bait is just like slaughtering horses and feeding them to pigs to fatten them up for our consumption. It's just so WRONG. These fishermen don't think about the damage they are causing to the region's ecosystem. Whatever happened to the plain old cast-your-net to catch the fish that you massively consume. Greed and ignorance surely go hand in hand. And these twits

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With all the madness going on in the world, it's good to sit back once in a while and hang with real musicians, such as these folks who entertained onlookers at Washington Square Park in the summer of 2007; where was I in the subsequent summers of 2008 and 2009?—I wonder. Too bad I didn't come up to find out the group's name then. Hopefully, they'll be out there again this summer. The prospect of

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One of my quirks is catching scenes that most people don’t notice or would probably just ignore even if they did. These architectural pieces at a station, this—I don’t know, adornment?—immediately caught my attention, as my eyes are usually drawn to cool hues or dark reds. But I had very scant storage left in my camera, hence the meager clip, repeatedly pasted and edited of course; the original

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I finally had the time to read The Sorceress, and had my fill indeed, at least for the time-being until I get my hands on the next book. As with the previous books, this third sequel in the fantastic tale, The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel, is an exhilarating ride right from the start, as monsters-in-disguise chase the protagonists through St. Pancras Station to the Sorceress’ escape

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Haven't checked in for a while, but here's one simple but great clip actually worth squeezing in time for. One of AOL's headlines and a Parentdish post, this is a clear reminder that happiness lies in gratitude and contentment. Sadly, we, adults, forget that bit of wisdom in our efforts to succeed and find life's greatest pleasures. We abandon the very thing we seek and snatch it away from our

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“…I can only wish that you trustingly and patiently allow that grand solitude to work in you. It is no longer possible to be erased from your life. It shall be immanent in all that you experience and all that you do. It will act as an anonymous influence, akin to how ancestral blood constantly moves and merges with our own and links with that of the individual, never to be unlinked. It is gently

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“…It is always my wish that you might find enough patience within you to endure, and enough innocence to have faith…that you might gain more and more trust in whatever is difficult for you, in your aloneness, among other things. Allow life to happen to you…life is right in all cases.…All feelings that integrate and inspire are pure. Impure is the feeling that touches only one side of your being

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***The first three letters were posted in "10 days of Rilke 'til Christmas" in December 2009. Unfortunately the rest of the ten letters weren't posted by then, so here's the rest of this very profound writing for your enlightenment.Letters to a young poetRainer Maria Rilke“…You have encountered many very sad experiences, which by now have passed…Please, dear friend, think about this: Did not

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***The first three letters were posted in "10 days of Rilke 'til Christmas" in December 2009. Unfortunately the rest of the ten letters weren't posted by then, so here's the rest of this very profound writing for your enlightenment.Letters to a young poet Rainer Maria Rilke“…It is the best of your verses that I have had the privilege to read. …now I shall give you my copy of them, for I know that

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***The first three letters were posted in "10 days of Rilke 'til Christmas" in December 2009. Unfortunately the rest of the ten letters weren't posted by then, so here's the rest of this very profound writing for your enlightenment.Letters to a young poetRainer Maria Rilke“You should not be without a greeting from me at Christmastime, when in the midst of the festivities your feeling of

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***The first three letters were posted in "10 days of Rilke 'til Christmas" in December 2009. Unfortunately the rest of the ten letters weren't posted by then, so here's the rest of this very profound writing for your enlightenment.Letters to a young poetRainer Maria Rilke“…Rome, if one does not know the city, can be depressingly sad for the first few days…because it exudes a death-like, dreary

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***The first three letters were posted in "10 days of Rilke 'til Christmas" in December 2009. Unfortunately the rest of the ten letters weren't posted by then, so here's the rest of this very profound writing for your enlightenment.Letters to a young poetRainer Maria Rilke “…If you will stay close to nature, to its simplicity, to the small things hardly noticeable, those things can unexpectedly

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Letters to a young poetRainer Maria Rilke Now Niels Lyhne, a book of grandeur and great depth, will reveal itself to you little by little…There is nothing in it that would not summon a familiar resonance echoing from the memory. No experience was too insignificant—the smallest happening unfolds like destiny. Destiny itself is like a wonderful wide tapestry in which every thread is guided by an

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Letters to a young poetRainer Maria Rilke“We are unutterably alone, essentially, especially in the things most intimate and most important to us…to help another, a great deal must happen…different elements must coincide harmoniously; a whole constellation of things must come about for that to happen even once.…about irony: Do not allow it to control you, especially during uncreative moments. In

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Letters to a young poetRainer Maria Rilke “You ask whether your poems are good. You send them to publishers; you compare them with other poems; you are disturbed when certain publishers reject your attempts…I suggest that you give all that up. You are looking outward and…that you must not do now. No one can advise and help you, no one.There is only one way: Go within. Search for the cause, find

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Lily Allen has graduated from mere flippancy in her sophomoric first album to a classier, more composed cheek with such melodic ease and lyrical wit in conveying her insights in It’s Not Me, It’s You. This time, she confronts societal norms, conformity, youth, relationships, and self-absorption of all sorts—in short, life—and calls for an openness that’s evocative of the late George Carlin,

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Makes me wonder how a teen could get to a point where he likens a child to a piece of burger, or how another could be so curious about how it’s like to take a child's life. At what point did sanity cross over the threshold to insanity in their minds? What happened to these adolescents’ psyches, or consciences?

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Have you heard their ting? That you haven’t heard their tunes is very unlikely since their debut album was released sometime last summer, topping the U.K. chart and sending the tireless Madonna to rest then. Here are my two cents on yet another grand act to emerge from Big Ben’s soil: upbeat and offbeat. Fresh is hard to come by these days even in a highly advanced society, and the irony is we’ve

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I've forgotten about these guys until recently, courtesy of their newest song, "Black Heart Inertia".Incubus may be onto something here...Incubus - New Music - More Music Videos

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DOUBT and SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE will shake your comfy Sunday cushion with such rousing intensity, while leaving you woozy enough to shake it with the slumdogs should you stay tuned-in through the credits. Definitely not the best movie options for those looking for mere flippancy in films to frolic through a couple of hours with their buds.Society's Elite concisely sums them up...On Doubt: "When a

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For one to still manage to cheerily chant “Ding-dong, dilly-dilly, da-da, hu-hu” as a chiropractor rearranges your bones is positively ever so slightly happier than the rest of us sordid creatures going about our seemingly mundane lives. Or you’re just a silly grown-up. But for this 30-year-old elementary school teacher, her days are as easy as flapping her arms with a bunch of bird masks donning

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Photos from dailykos.com "This photograph, also taken in Sudan, won the 1994 Pulitzer Prize for South African photographer Kevin Carter, who subsequently committed suicide.", and"A well nourished Sudanese man steals maize from a starving child during a food distribution at the Medecins Sans Frontieres feeding centre in Ajiep, southern Sudan. by Tom Stoddart." Meanwhile, according to

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The three-day New York 2009 Comic Convention that commenced on February 6 at the Jacob Javits Center was quite a hit, or so I was told. My husband took my son, who met the nationally acclaimed Brooklyn author/illustrator, Mo Willems, the illustrious creator renowned for his clever children stories and straightforward illustrations, dominated by offbeat characters, such as the utterly wily pigeon,

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Ah, the sweet assurances of Social Security. Hope you’ve been receiving your periodical Social Security statements too. SS is simply splendid.Here’s a glimpse of the heart of its splendor.(An excerpt from the Social Security statement, with emphasis added in italics)You and your family may be eligible for valuable benefits:When you die, your family may be eligibleTo receive survivors

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As the economy continues to crumble and people receive pink slips at their jobs, fashionistas continue to strut their style...and speaking of vouge-ing, the big talk of town is Michelle Obama's Voque cover, which is pretty harmless per se. Don't get me wrong. I love clothes. But I just think that it's a pretty awkward time to be overtly fashion focus (unless you're in the business of selling

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If not for anything else—because this film is one of those things to love or hate, like city life, depending on one’s impression, or like “rare” or “well-done”, with the latter being synonymous to being “overcooked” for the ones who prefer the former, or like pop or rock in music - there’s no middle ground for this one for an ambivalent audience, because again, you’d either watch this or you won’

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(Another review I wrote for Society's Elite.)What do the movie, Cloverfield, Audrey Hepburn, breakfast, and the high-class store, Tiffany and Co., have in common? Well, the first one mentions the second one’s other movie during a party scene, while the second one had the third one in front of the fourth one’s window in a different movie unmentioned by the first one. And all of them, except the

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I say I'd love to hate this, only because I find most pop music not just like bubble gum, but also like cheese doodles, which is entirely devoid of any nutrition except for fat overload, and leaves a nasty aftertaste and an equally disgusting, sticky, yellow residue on your fingers. But this one's got me. It's definitely not cheese doodles. I have to admit that I love it. It's good chocolate,

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This is my take on the music that I still appreciate despite of the deluge of musical creativity that emerges year after year. Creativity and the excess it creates can get overwhelming, and, unfortunately, even tiresome. But there are always those that stand out from the rest.Hello Stranger: Hello StrangersI gave a copy of this album as a Christmas gift to my older sister and also to a former

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by amica paigeLove doesn’t reciprocateLoving acts and kindnessThen it’s mere repaymentAnd a social merrimentLove turns up unexpectedIn the deepest sorrowAnd the darkest hourUnrequited.

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by amica paigeThe heart becomesA butterflyWhen the ego diesLove lowers it downTo the groundOnly to lift you upThe soul thrivesAnd the spirit fliesWhen the Love that transcendsDescends.

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Have you seen this? The presidents' meeting.There are other sources, but this one's from The Washington TimesCould this scene be any more uncomfortable?I’ve seen and been in difficult situations before, but this surely tops them. You could almost sense this great unease. And they seem to be murmuring “Awkward!” behind their good, old, jolly, strained smiles.Actually, across the line from left to

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Another enchanting book is The Tales of Beedle the Bard, an accompaniment to the last of the Harry Potter series, The Deathly Hollows, created by no other than, J.K. Rowling of course. This time she gave her creative pot half a stir more for a more fanciful take on an otherwise typical fantasy book and brewed a whimsical read with a twist, just like she did with the books Quidditch through the

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Wouldn't you just love to use magic to tweak your circumstances to your advantage to slip out of tight and sticky situations and move ahead, or just completely zap the nasty nuisances away with a wink, a spell, or even a wave of a magic wand, such as in magical movies like Harry Potter? Well, I sure would like for my house bores, or chores, to be instantly done with a murmur or a flick of my

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Are you a parent? If so, then you must be familiar and/or even guilty with one, or more, or all of the following expressions and/or actions, or reactions rather, you’ve directed at your child at some point of madness or another. “…or I’m going to sew your butt off with a spoon.”“You won’t like me when I’m mad”“You’re always/never…” (continue with your own unique verbal ammunition)use laser eyes

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“I’m like so fearful of getting wrinkles, so I’m buying all these…”, I heard the lady next to me say loud-enough-for-anyone-not-eavesdropping-to-hear-anyway on her cell phone, as she ogled the wide array of beauty potions at Walgreens. Meanwhile, I was there for dish washing detergent, as the store had a buy-one-get-one-free—nope, I refuse to fall prey to that let’

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You really don't need TV nowadays, though it has become finer as part of your entertainment experience and home decor. Why not? Well, Hulu. It's an on-line site that offers everything from TV shows to movies. I stumbled on it when I was comparing car insurance companies and banks and finally ending up at Dolans.com, which is a great site for money matters. There are other websites that offer free

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Which came first, the chicken or the egg? The answer is it only takes six weeks for them (chickens) to live, from the farm and onto your plate in whatever fashion—grilled, barbecued, or fried—according to Bill Maher in a recent interview featured in New Jersey Life Magazine. Meat consumption apparently tops factory and car emissions in heating up the earth; cows produce an incredible amount of

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I love stories and poems about the unconditional love of a child. And for a parent like me, nothing can top this totally free and genuine love displayed in a child’s hug. A simple but genuine embrace demonstrating the unconditional love of the little person with the big heart sometimes even confounds the adult psyche, especially when you’re able to catch the moment it happens right before your

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Zipping through life leaves me befuddled, aside from breathless. So, for my sake, as this blog is practically my journal—I record more of the thoughts my reeling mind churns out here and also on pieces of paper and napkins than in my actual, old-fashioned, hard bound journals—I need to log a few things that happened this summer, and maybe even events that took place in recent years, that they don

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The comment below was supposed to have been for Urban Recluse's July article, "Getting Through Saturday", but the site had a glitch when I tried posting and I eventually forgot about it until recently. It's been a while since that event took place, so I'm not even posting this comment on the original article. However, it is a relevant issue which many of you can probably relate to. So, I'm

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by amica paigePeg (on spouse, Ted):He leaves everything for me to do here. So, you know what I do? I make him do half the work half the time and I ask him to do the other half 40% the time, which leaves me with everything else the rest of the time. I do everything here, it’s unbelievable!

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For a while now, I’ve had great ideas for dolls—that is, how I’d want them to look if I were to buy one for some reason or another, one of which is to play, though rather cruelly, with my husband who cringes at the mere mention of having another baby, a girl that is. Not that I’d be ecstatic at the prospect of going through the whole period all over again, from pregnancy to the toddler

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I’ve gone to L.A. several times, but not San Francisco, yet. Listed in my tall order of fascinating places to visit, the home of the Golden Gate Bridge, the Fisherman’s Wharf, and streets that brim with art culture and quaint and quirky stores enthralls me as much as stories that take place there. Incidentally, Michael Scott has convincingly crafted such setting in the fantastically fast-paced

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Can you believe this? No wonder why George Carlin gave up voting. Our savings have literally disappeared right before our eyes. It's absolutely maddening and utterly revolting. Forget about who, what part, rather, of the ugly monster would you choose? Its heads or tails? Either choice(party) is insanity, with each of them spouting mouthfuls of principles that are nothing more than ignorant

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...quite literally, so view them in order...I needn't say more but Enjoy and be...mused, or amazed perhaps...and forget the alarming economy just this instant...or not.Watch CBS Videos Online

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Imagine getting trapped in a nightmare where you're on the run from your pursuers—the mall security and a foe so foul that it could only be, well, your worst enemy and no, it's not your wicked stepmother or vicious aunt either, but the one who loathes you for no reason, the bully Damian—and you haven't the faintest idea how you got into this mess, especially when it's virtually impossible for

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by amica paigeMy soul yearnsFor something moreThan the purest of lightOr the darkest of shadowsIt searches beyondUntainted heartsOr the godless onesLamented by songbirdsFor underneath their surfaceMarred by timeVoices cry out—Of distressed soulsAnd fearful heartsSomewhere beyondJubilant facesWhere the phoenix mournsMy spirit yearnsFor something moreThan a blissful lifeOr the abysmal death.

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by amica paigeWhat do I do?As I see you growAnd watch you stumbleAcross the floorWhat do I do?When I hear you coughAnd toss and turnWith a stomachacheWhat do I say?When you suddenly rememberYour homework back thereJust when you’ve made the morning bellWhat do I say?When dancing, you tripIn singing, you chokeOr in trying so hard, you bungle your jokesWhat do I say?When, in the heat of a gameYou

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by amica paigewhat is my voice? where is it?when there're so many inside my headcould it be that they’re all minedesperate to escape my mind?

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Summer has been here and done it, and all in a blink. Where were you? Me? Well, I was mostly trying to catch up with all the haze and craze that was summer—this sounds so familiar, I'm so sure that I've been here before, grumbling like this in July, when I first reported that The Half-blood Prince would soon come out of his closet in November. Then, Warner Brothers happened, if you know what I

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Here’s an amazing live performance worth watching over and over again, well, until you get sick of the phrase “Save Me”. I hadn’t watched Smallville, since the second, or first, season. Put it this way, life happens, and when it does, it shakes your safe schedule and then some. Nothing’s set on stone, remember, except maybe the length of one’s existence written on a nicely shaped tomb. Anyway,

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One day, it suddenly hit me that all the late writers, artists, and other historical figures I’ve ever been curious to read about lived to an average of seventy to eighty-five years. But of course, that’s the standard life span. It’s true for even my few departed kin and acquaintances; my grandfather, whom I adored, died when he was 84 years old, while my grandma is still running at 84, in which

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by amica paigewrite your storypaint your picturesdance your danceregardless of what say-theyand sing!to your heart's desireunder the moonlit skyas you amble onthis sun-lit groundbefore your vision,then your voice becomenothing morethan fragmented dreamssinking downthe inner voidof deafening doubtsand screaming chaoshissed by tongues-well-intentionedto engulf at lastyour existenceand leave you

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Yeay! And another big treat for us faithful followers of Potter. (Sorry it isn't Ms. Potter of Hill Top this time, though her own inimitable heritage shan't ever be forgotten so long as Peter, Benjamin, and their mates continue to flourish and frolic around at the Lake District; see previous article below on this subject) Of course, I'm talking about the other Potter, and his mates, who have

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...just ask Peter Rabbit, Benjamin Bunny, Tom Kitten, and the rest of them who frolic about the land. Thanks to Beatrix Potter who helped the National Trust organization preserve the Lake District out of sheer love for the countryside and out of her income from the Peter Rabbit books. A conservationist, a farmer, a writer, an artist, Ms. Potter continues to charm us, if not in person, in spirit,

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As August approaches, I've barely just come around from my haze and grumbles about the crazy holidays to start to inhale July-- it's fireworks, sand and waves at the beach, ben and jerry's ice cream, and the dark knight, which I haven't seen yet, don't ask me why, but I was so sure as the next person awaiting the big batman and the madman, joker, that I wouldn't heave another breath until I see

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