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Url: http://www.sethglier.com/ Fresh off the heels of his successful debut album "The Trouble With People" (MPress Records), singer-songwriter Seth Glier is preparing to embark on "The 12 Days of Touring" starting in Boston, MA on Dec 30th and carrying on throughout the northeast for 12 consecutive shows; including dates at The Iron Horse Music Hall, The Rams Head Tavern, The Birchmere, & The Ark. In the spirit of the holiday season, Glier has teamed up with the Coats for Kids Foundation, a non-profit organization dedicated to providing new and "gently used" winter coats to every child in need. "The 12 Days of Touring" will also host as a coat drive for the Coats for Kids Foundation before every show. A representative from Coats for Kids will be set up at each show to collect coats, hats, gloves, scarves & donations and will bring all the collections to a local school system in need. As a green (environmentally conscious) artist, Glier continues to travel in his hybrid vehicle, promotes fan carpooling, & sells organic merchandise in support of his debut album "The Trouble With People," released November 3rd on MPress Records. Get your copy here or visit www.sethglier.com/store |
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O was listening to her lover, and the words which he had spoken to her at Roissy came back to her: they were almost the same words. But then she had listened snuggled up against him, protected by a feeling of improbability, as though it were all a dream, as though she existed only in another life and perhaps did not really exist at all. Dream or nightmare, the prison setting, the lavish party gowns, men in masks: all this removed her from her own life, even to the point of being uncertain how long it would last. There, at Roissy, she felt the way you do at night, lost in a dream you have had before and are now beginning to dream all over again: certain that it exists and certain that it will end, and you want it to end because you're not sure you'll be able to bear it, and you also want it to go on so you'll know how it comes out. Well, the end was here, where she least expected it (or no longer expected it at all) and in the form she least expected (assuming, she was saying to herself, that this really was the end, that there was not actually another hiding behind this one, and perhaps still another behind the next one). The present end was toppling her from memory into reality and besides, what had only been reality in a closed circle, a private universe, was suddenly about to contaminate all the customs and circumstances of her daily life, both on her and within her, now no longer satisfied with signs and symbols-- the bare buttocks, bodices that unhook, the iron ring-- but demanding fulfillment. |
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I'm a children's librarian, and I have a collection of Frere Jacques in different languages. In February, we're doing a West African based storytime, and I wanted a Frere Jacques to match. Wikipedia gives this in Wolof: Sama raka modou, sama raka modou, It doesn't give a translation (and I wouldn't necessarily trust it if it did. Does anyone have any Wolof language to let me know what the words mean, or have a good site for it? Is the pronunciation close to what they have here, or are the phonemes very different? Thanks--I know, it's not exactly advanced language study, but it's just meant to introduce little kids of preschool age to the wonders of other languages existing in the world. (And it's funny how much easier the words are for them to learn than for their parents!) |
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Chapter 10 of the Founderfic is posted at: Livejournal FanFiction.Net Skyhawke The Archive of Our Own My favorite part of that chapter is this conversation, after Julian and Devlin have an argument about whether it's all right for someone to hex Helena, having only just escaped her wrath themselves.: Julian rushed forward. "You can't hit a girl!" he shouted, jumping in between them. Currently, my favorite bit of Chapter 17 (okay, maybe it'll be part of Chapter 18, it's hard to tell right now) is this: "Rowena, are you telling him about your nonexistent bookseller?" Helga asked. Yes. I am a dork. Also, I saw a coyote at the El station this morning. It trotted down the tracks and gave all the commuters this look, like "What the hell are you people doing here?" Then it saw the Purple Line Express coming and, sensibly, skittered away. I hope it can find enough food this winter without getting hit by a car or anything. It looks like it's going to be cold. |
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This however I do approve of.
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Dear Livejournal, A few weeks ago I decided to ask out a very cute boy in my French class. He was pretty sweet and he wears sweater vests unironically, which made him very attractive to me. I asked him if he would go to a movie with me. He said yes. He then proceeded not to talk to me for a week. Liz and I decided I had made him nervous by asking him out, so when I saw him again I cornered him and asked him whether it wouldn't be nice to have dinner before the movie so we could talk to each other and get to know each other better. He agreed that that might be nice, then told me he wanted to take things very slow because his last girlfriend had "scarred" him. I agreed. I told him to let me know what movie he'd like to go to. He then proceeded not to e-mail me or in any way contact me. So I sent him an e-mail telling him I thought maybe he had felt pressured into the date and if that were the case I completely understood and it would be okay with me to call it off. I wanted to make sure he knew that I wasn't going to be offended if he wasn't okay with the idea of going on a date, even a low-key one. He never answered, so I assumed the answer was no and the evening we had planned to go out passed by. I ended up hiding in Shawn's room with Liz and Shawn and Dani, watching a movie and reassuring myself that I had handled the situation as well as possible. This afternoon, he sent me the following e-mail: "we never went on that "date" like last weekend, then you started ignoring me in class. I mean you didn't even try to talk to me about it. I feel that I am being reprimanded for something that wasn't my fault, however rational or irrational that feeling may be. I decided to write him back asking whether he had gotten my original e-mail, and suggested that there might have been a miscommunication. He hasn't replied yet. I'm starting to think this whole "boys" thing may be a silly idea.
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When he died, I held him all night, shaking him like a doll, licking his face, breast, soles of his feet, his little rod. But then, heartsore as I was I set to work. He would be pleased. I wear him now about my neck, perfect, preserved, with tiny emeralds for eyes. No man has been loved more. I'm sure that, sometimes, in his silent death, against my massive, breathing lungs, he hears me roar. |
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I'd like to make a list of literary quotes on madness. It could be specifically about schizophrenia, or just madness in general. So far, this is what I've got: Born into this I think I made you up inside my head. When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams—this may be madness. To seek treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness. And maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be. "But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked. "Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here." "Don't forget, Miss Radha: to the senseless nothing is more maddening than the sane. Pala is a small island completely surrounded by twenty-nine hundred million mental cases. So beware of being too rational. In the country of the insane, the integrated man doesn't become king." Mr Bahu's face was positively twinkling with Voltairean glee. "He gets lynched." As you can see, I don't have a lot. So please let me know if you've got one! |
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Having come back from shopping with a strong feeling that Xmas muzak ought to be made a crime, I want to get a little of my own back. Hence I invite all my friends and readers to mention the worst song they can think of - one or many, as many as you like - and a description of what the sentence on the criminals who wrote and/or performed it should be. Then copy this meme and post it on your own LJ. I'll start: |
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It's unofficial Agent Appreciation Day! (Who makes these things official, anyway?) And far be it from me to hold back on declaring my very great and heartfelt appreciation for my agent, Josh Adams of Adams Literary. I love that Josh and his wife Tracey (who started the agency) work as a team, and have young children so they understand the challenges of raising a family and trying to write at the same time. I love that they're warm, friendly, funny, generous and caring -- I've never doubted that Josh is every bit as invested in the success of my books as I am, and that he really wants to find an editorial match that's in the best interests of me and my writing, not just make a quick sale and leave me to it. Josh encourages me and affirms me and makes me laugh and tells me not to worry (he's uncannily good at telling when I'm fretful and trying not to show it), and he's always looking ahead and exploring future possibilities. He's great at networking and following up with editors, and fantastic at keeping in touch whenever there's the slightest bit of news. I've heard all sorts of complaints -- legitimate ones -- from fellow authors whose agents have been indiscreet, apathetic, disorganized, difficult or even downright dishonest, but never once have I felt the need to chime in. I really couldn't wish for a better agent than the one I have, and I'm so thankful that he and Tracey saw the potential in my work and took me on as a client. Thank you, Josh and Tracey!
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Hello, I am currently trying to teach myself the Hindi language. I find it very difficult since the hindi script is written so small. I was wondering if anybody has any tips on learning this language? Also, I don't know if this has been mentioned before, but does anybody know of this site called www.livemocha.com? it's a free language learning website. I've been finding it quite useful for spanish. |
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The end. Or? Not even close. I have unfinished business. This, this is just the beginning. |
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Peter Watts' Not the Best of Possible Worlds |
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My dreams have been tending towards weird crossovers recently. This morning it was a crossover between The Devil Wears Prada with Andy as a new fledgling to the great vampiress, whatshername. Two nights ago, it was a crossover between Stargate and Mei-chan no Shitsuji with SG-1 arriving on a planet where they're challenged to a butler contest. Yes, brain, I know you're weird. It is fucking freezing today. I woke up and it was 17 degrees outside, plus a wind chill factor. I had planned on mailing all my Christmas stuff today, but I don't want to brave the cold and am instead making matzo ball soup and drinking lots of tea (half of my throat is killing me cause with the cold, the heater was on all night and I'm allergic to the heat being on so it causes a post nasal drip, leaving me with a sore throat down one side when I wake up).
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I doubt if any of you were expecting to hear four speeches today. I doubt if any of you was expecting to hear four speeches today. Which of those is correct? Any is the subject and is singular (sub in any one of you to see this is true). You is plural but is part of a prepositional phrase and not actually the subject. Thanks ETA: okay, if = subjunctive. |
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What happens if space travel is seen as women's work? POD: Unfortunately while that's an interesting question that some posters are willing to discuss, others have chosen to answer the question "just how quickly will someone post a rape fantasy for no apparent reason," and the answer is "pretty damn quickly." |
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What the heck would "Jainist urbanism" be, anyway? [It was "Jane Jacobs' urbanism"] |
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