You can tell when you are in tune with someone when your e-mail is zooming to their e-mailbox as their e-mail is zooming through cyberspace and your e-mailbox. This is called being in sync. Now let's take this a bit further...imagine this if you will...the beginning subject matter is the same ex: 911. So you have two people thinking about each other at the very same moment and thinking about a similar subject. Let's go even further. Not only were we in sync, but the e-mail to me from him dealt with synchronicity. Thinking of a person at the same time they are thinking of you and then receiving something that deals with synchronicity and 9/11 makes me wonder if in fact telepathy is possible between two of like minds.
BTW, one e-mail went through at 9:11 p.m. and one was returned 7:11 p.m (two hour time difference). As numbers were discussed it was wondered why 911, an emergency number and known even to children would also never be forgotten as the DATE 9/11: the day the WTC fell. As 7/11 is a convenience store, I would probably want a chimmichanga (sp?) As 411 is information, I want it before I require 911 emergency assistance.
Going to bed now... April 12, 2007 11:47
Note: As I typed my date in, I made a slip up to note April 21, 2007 @ 11:47 p.m. I wonder if that will be the exact time we meet on that date. The plane does arrive at 11:32 p.m. Sync?
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
Pissed:
If a person is consistent in not keeping their word, the law of averages/probability will indicate that the same pattern will reoccur. This is happening now. After two screaming matches on the phone (me doing all the screaming as he was pissing me the fuck off) and me telling him "you don’t even have a foundation or leg to stand on so you best get your ass in gear if you even expect the title friend or at minimal associate." I don’t want a lame ass bitch man who verges on friendship hoping for more when his word is worth shit. Frankly, I don’t give a fuck nor a rat’s ass either way.
To even have the audacity to say I was needy? WTF? My direct quoted answer to that was:
Arachne says (8:51 PM):
I don't need you or any cock sucker. You know?
Arachne says (8:52 PM):
w/e
Arachne says (8:53 PM):
Clean your ears and when you have enough REASON in your head, talk to me then. Otherwise, bug off.
Arachne says (8:59 PM):
I would have to love you first. I don't even trust you as far as I could throw you. With not too much effort, I could throw your ass pretty damn far.
Arachne says (9:01 PM):
Well, you best get yourself a lap dog.
Arachne says (9:01 PM):
In addition, I don't NEED squat. I hope that is quite clear.
His responses were left out so not to embarrass him.
- Maggie ~ Nov. 20, 2007 @ 10:36 p.m. EST.
P.S.: His ass shouldn't be worrying about which male friends I hang with. If he is not man enough to hang out as a human being, then I don't know.
ADDENDUM: Some guys DESERVE the title of DICK!
To even have the audacity to say I was needy? WTF? My direct quoted answer to that was:
Arachne says (8:51 PM):
I don't need you or any cock sucker. You know?
Arachne says (8:52 PM):
w/e
Arachne says (8:53 PM):
Clean your ears and when you have enough REASON in your head, talk to me then. Otherwise, bug off.
Arachne says (8:59 PM):
I would have to love you first. I don't even trust you as far as I could throw you. With not too much effort, I could throw your ass pretty damn far.
Arachne says (9:01 PM):
Well, you best get yourself a lap dog.
Arachne says (9:01 PM):
In addition, I don't NEED squat. I hope that is quite clear.
His responses were left out so not to embarrass him.
- Maggie ~ Nov. 20, 2007 @ 10:36 p.m. EST.
P.S.: His ass shouldn't be worrying about which male friends I hang with. If he is not man enough to hang out as a human being, then I don't know.
ADDENDUM: Some guys DESERVE the title of DICK!
Beauty Off the Charts~
Encapsulated in timeless beauty, is a wonderful Prince who lives in the evergreen forest. From atop a mountain, the mighty Prince holds the world in one hand and a bolt of lightening in the other. The hand that holds the world does so in a manner that allows the sphere to rotate correctly on its axis ensuring life's continuance. The hand that holds the lightening bolt, clutches fiercely at it knowing the power the bolt possesses to create and destroy. However, there is equilibrium in his poise.
Elves whisper and pixies dances to a tune played by wood sprites' wings. His domain is lushly populated by large old trees and green moss carpet. The fragrant smell of pine, cedar, and fresh rain fill the air with a magickal mist that sprays its youth giving properties to all that enter within the realm. However, the entrance is limited. In the distance, water rolls around on rock beautifully draping the mountain side like a bride's veil blowing in the wind. Using the power of his mind, his striking and piercing blue eyes hold the sphere and bolt in place while his hands fill two vessels with fluid. His moves are graceful and balanced as is his spirit. The two could not be more intertwined and majestic.
Ever magickal, I can only look up in awe of his rare and un-daunting beauty and wonder how? Yet, for everything, there is a purpose...
Purple flowers picked and pressed
Wood from a beaver's mouth
Waters from the veil
Gloves from a mighty hand
The gift of fire
Sharing of food from dish to dish
A bracelet from another's wrist
A half blind raccoon almost bite
A small black bear just in sight
Some deer, goat, and geese...
A snail. A crab. A little fish...
Boyish grin and sleepy eyes
Tasteful and healthy
Encouraging words spoken and I hopped the rocks to the island
Magickal hands laid on my body
Sprinkled with love, time, understanding, silence, and touch...
What a recipe for beauty!!!
Dedicated to Nathan! ~ Arachne ~ April 30, 2007 @ 2:46 p.m.
Elves whisper and pixies dances to a tune played by wood sprites' wings. His domain is lushly populated by large old trees and green moss carpet. The fragrant smell of pine, cedar, and fresh rain fill the air with a magickal mist that sprays its youth giving properties to all that enter within the realm. However, the entrance is limited. In the distance, water rolls around on rock beautifully draping the mountain side like a bride's veil blowing in the wind. Using the power of his mind, his striking and piercing blue eyes hold the sphere and bolt in place while his hands fill two vessels with fluid. His moves are graceful and balanced as is his spirit. The two could not be more intertwined and majestic.
Ever magickal, I can only look up in awe of his rare and un-daunting beauty and wonder how? Yet, for everything, there is a purpose...
Purple flowers picked and pressed
Wood from a beaver's mouth
Waters from the veil
Gloves from a mighty hand
The gift of fire
Sharing of food from dish to dish
A bracelet from another's wrist
A half blind raccoon almost bite
A small black bear just in sight
Some deer, goat, and geese...
A snail. A crab. A little fish...
Boyish grin and sleepy eyes
Tasteful and healthy
Encouraging words spoken and I hopped the rocks to the island
Magickal hands laid on my body
Sprinkled with love, time, understanding, silence, and touch...
What a recipe for beauty!!!
Dedicated to Nathan! ~ Arachne ~ April 30, 2007 @ 2:46 p.m.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Entangled Breath of an Angel
In exhale, an entangled angel breathes speech
A breath of mild linguistics
Is caught in a wisp of wind
Obscurely sailing off
Hark! Silence draws upon the hallow souls
Tis naught themselves that they seek
But that of the entangled dying cherub
Alas, the hallow are left to die
Rather bleak outlook huh? Well, the words may be formed by me, however, my belief system strays from the norm. ~ Arachne ~ 4/18/07 @ 7:56 p.m.
A breath of mild linguistics
Is caught in a wisp of wind
Obscurely sailing off
Hark! Silence draws upon the hallow souls
Tis naught themselves that they seek
But that of the entangled dying cherub
Alas, the hallow are left to die
Rather bleak outlook huh? Well, the words may be formed by me, however, my belief system strays from the norm. ~ Arachne ~ 4/18/07 @ 7:56 p.m.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Border Crossing
On Friday, April 13th at approximately 4:45 p.m. I was at U.S. Customs. As is customary, I gave my band card and was readying my car registration for view and verification by the officer.
The first question he asked was the purpose of my trip so I told him that I was going to visit my daughter in Brooklyn.
He then asked what my citizenship was. Being the sly fox that I am, I stated that I was born in Brooklyn thereby letting him assume, but I did not claim citizenship. He questioned if I was claiming American citizenship and I said: Nah. He then asked if I was claiming native citizenship and I said: Yup. He then asked for a run down on my clan and family tree which I was more than happy to provide. After all the jabber, I told him that I had beer and blah blah blah in the car to which he replied: "I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!" He did not even bother to check into the car. Hell, could have had automatic weapons or nuclear bombs, but he didn't give a shit.
His line of questioning, leds me to believe that perhaps a leg to stand on could be had if more people claim independence from citizenship to either country (U.S. / Canada). As our homeland and people exist on both sides of THEIR border, the issue of citizenship to any country should be MOOT. Our problems are not theirs and we should not be forced to claim one or the other in order to see our loved ones.
Can government divide families as was done in the civil war? Can we be made to pick sides? The answer is NO. We must choose to stand tall, strong, and united as a people. We are of this continent and claim no ownership of land as ownership of land is not our way. Ownership of land is a white concept and not a native one.
Don't be fooled by your council chief(s) into believing that you must get a passport and claim citizenship as that is a ploy to gain more U.S./Canadian citizens and to decrease the sovereign people of the Haudenosaunee. Once again this is a land grab issue as once there are no more native people occupying the territory, the territory reverts back to the crown.
Your council does not act in your best interest and they never have. It is time to stand up for your rights. Speak up and out for what you believe and then act upon it. Know that united we stand strong and divided we fall. They are looking for division so we need to surprise them. ~ Maggie ~ Penned prior to 3:00 p.m. on April 17, 2007
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The first question he asked was the purpose of my trip so I told him that I was going to visit my daughter in Brooklyn.
He then asked what my citizenship was. Being the sly fox that I am, I stated that I was born in Brooklyn thereby letting him assume, but I did not claim citizenship. He questioned if I was claiming American citizenship and I said: Nah. He then asked if I was claiming native citizenship and I said: Yup. He then asked for a run down on my clan and family tree which I was more than happy to provide. After all the jabber, I told him that I had beer and blah blah blah in the car to which he replied: "I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!" He did not even bother to check into the car. Hell, could have had automatic weapons or nuclear bombs, but he didn't give a shit.
His line of questioning, leds me to believe that perhaps a leg to stand on could be had if more people claim independence from citizenship to either country (U.S. / Canada). As our homeland and people exist on both sides of THEIR border, the issue of citizenship to any country should be MOOT. Our problems are not theirs and we should not be forced to claim one or the other in order to see our loved ones.
Can government divide families as was done in the civil war? Can we be made to pick sides? The answer is NO. We must choose to stand tall, strong, and united as a people. We are of this continent and claim no ownership of land as ownership of land is not our way. Ownership of land is a white concept and not a native one.
Don't be fooled by your council chief(s) into believing that you must get a passport and claim citizenship as that is a ploy to gain more U.S./Canadian citizens and to decrease the sovereign people of the Haudenosaunee. Once again this is a land grab issue as once there are no more native people occupying the territory, the territory reverts back to the crown.
Your council does not act in your best interest and they never have. It is time to stand up for your rights. Speak up and out for what you believe and then act upon it. Know that united we stand strong and divided we fall. They are looking for division so we need to surprise them. ~ Maggie ~ Penned prior to 3:00 p.m. on April 17, 2007
Nia:wen ko:wa
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Monday, April 16, 2007
Friday the 13th Meets Nightmare on Elm Street
People, driving through this storm was no joke. Check out the last article below to see that it was a rain record breaker!
Although I left ½ hour later than I had expected, I arrived in Saratoga in 3 hours and 15 minutes. That is pretty good since the road was crawling with state troopers. After hanging with my friend and his family and having the DAMNED BEST HOME MADE PIZZA EVER, I attempted to continue my trip to Brooklyn. As the exit to Saratoga is 26 miles from the NYS Thruway ticket toll plaza which is approximately where Albany is, I was half way through my trip. I was approximately 30 miles from the city limits at the payment toll plaza in Harriman, NY, when I realized that I did not have my wallet. In order for me to reach someone, I had to drive to Ramapo to see if I could reach anyone. As I did not have any money, ID, license, or bank card , I tried to called folks collect and everyone's phone did not accept collect calls...except mom's, however, she was on the phone and could not be reached. Although I did try emergency interrupt, they don't do that through the Verison payphone system. By this time I was almost crying out of frustration as I was not sure what to do next. Ah ha! I shall call a cop. 911 was dialed and the details of the problem were relayed to the officer who was real sweet and connected me with the state police. After reiterating my problem with the state police, the officer called my friend who said YES, the wallet was there. The officer was nice enough to give my friend the number where I was at and he called me back. After speaking with him, I advised him that I would be returning to get it and should be there in a few hours. I headed to exit 15 (Suffern, NY) to turn around and head back.
Mind you, my exit to go to Brooklyn was 13 S. Yup, I was ½ hour away from Brooklyn.
By the time I arrived at his house, it was around 1:30 a.m. and I was flustered beyond belief. After two more helpings of delicious pizza, I crashed out.
Around 8:30 a.m. I woke and gave thanks to my friend for being so wonderful and headed out once again. Even though there was traffic heading into Manhattan and Brooklyn, Saturday April 14, 2007 was a gorgeous day full of warmth and sunshine.
Nix and I did some shopping in Brooklyn for a bit and then headed out to the Village for dinner and some shopping. In an effort to save time, I opted for a parking lot rather than look for a spot (which could take hours). Nix and I went to Panchito's for the finest Mexican food around. As we did not want to walk with the food, we went back to the parking lot and asked if we could put it in the car. The guy said sure and had us get into a another car that was being parked and we road the gauntlet of the gutted building which used to house a stable downstairs which was probably was a livery or other type of business. Let me just say, that it was a scary drive inside that building.
After the dump off of the food was made, Nix and I walked toward W8th and met Rico Fonesca and I bought a copy of his painting which he so sweetly signed. Rico is as much a part of the Village as the very streets themselves. He is against what he sees and what he portrays in paint speaks for itself. I would have loved to buy his poster entitled RICH/POOR as it spoke a thousand words. Rico has been on MacDougal Street near Washington Square for as long as I can remember. It is always a pleasure to stop and talk with him for awhile.
Although we did not get to hit everyplace we wanted to hit that night, we did get a few things and decided I would be cool to get tattooed together so we headed to back to Brooklyn. However, we had to get the car from the parking lot. When I went to pay, I almost shit as 3 hours cost me $45. Therefore, dinner cost me $120.
Anyway, we went to Michael Angelo's tattoo parlor and saw that there were people standing outside. Nix yelled out to them "is there a lot of people inside?" One of the guys answered back "uh huh" so Nix said "a lot lot?" and he replied "uh huh." Mikey is a great artist, however it is first come first serve and if your name is not on the board early enough, you just may sit there all night and never get seen. Nix suggested that we go to Brooklyn Ink so I went for it. After getting there and looking at all the sucky tatts that were available, I saw two that I figured could be incorporated. However, that major ass of an artist who is UNKNOWN to me wanted to charge $60 for a 1 ½ inch black widow. As far as I am concerned, he could go fuck himself as he would have to ink me in GOLD for that price. That schmuck is a NOBODY and I hope he goes out of business.
Upon getting back to Nix's apartment, I called Nathan and we spoke for a bit, but Gracie came to the door looking for me so I had to hang up and go hang out. At around 1:00 a.m. I went back to Nix's place to finally get some sleep and just as I closed my eyes, I saw a car accident. Mind you, I was not sleeping yet.
When I awoke at 8:30 a.m. a heavy rain was coming down and I tried to wake Nix to tell her that we better get done what needs to get done right now. As she was not ready to get up, I went downstairs to have a smoke and my head started to spin and I was starting to feel faint. As I got back upstairs, I just made it to the couch, and I passed out for 3 hours.
Nix woke me around 11:30 a.m. and I was very anxious to leave as I saw that we were experiencing a storm. She checked the internet and sure enough, a Nor-Easter was bogging down the a number of states with floods and snow. For sure I had to leave ASAP, however, Nix had things that NEEDED to be done before I left. Therefore, my ass was not on the road home until 2:20 p.m.
The FDR was like a river and the traffic was bad. There were times when I could not see as my windshield was flooded with water and my wipers were on high. People were hydroplaning out of control and it was a complete mess trying to get out of the city. I had thought the open road would offer some relief, but I was wrong. As I entered the Palisades Parkway, it started to snow and the roads were a mix of snow, ice, and water. Visibility was about 50 feet. Not very good driving conditions. However, I at least had the benefit of light. I wish the same could be said about Interstate 87 as I was driving in the dark with snow blowing straight onto me as I watched accident upon accident and people going out of control. Although most were doing about 35 miles per hour, it was very hazardous driving conditions.
My nerves were totally shot even before I reached Glens Falls. As I needed a break and wanted someone to know where I was, I called mom and told her in case I don't make it back, I love you and I hung up.
I stopped caring and started to drive faster as I so much wanted to get home one way or the other so I passed every sucker on the road and thought it is better to drive into the mountain than off of it. There was no road to be seen and it was a fake out drive with hope to live to see tomorrow. I was in charge of me and I did not want to be near other cars. I know and rely on my driving ability, but I don't know and can't rely on theirs. There were so many people in ditches and so many accidents, I had to stay alert and have eyes in back of my head.
Although it was a bitch driving blind on the I87, it was worse driving in Quebec. I thought that the land of ice and snow would have cleared the roads, but NOOOOOOOOO. It was a fucking mess. A single lane was kind of cleared and the single file was doing 25 mph. I did try to pass, but the passing lane was too snow covered to get into.
After 10 hours of shit and hell, I made it home in one piece and without a dent. However, I did resemble a chiwawa(sp?) in the back of a low rider as I was shaking so much.
So much for my weekend! Pish. ~ Arachne ~ April 16, 2007 at 10:23 p.m.
Although I left ½ hour later than I had expected, I arrived in Saratoga in 3 hours and 15 minutes. That is pretty good since the road was crawling with state troopers. After hanging with my friend and his family and having the DAMNED BEST HOME MADE PIZZA EVER, I attempted to continue my trip to Brooklyn. As the exit to Saratoga is 26 miles from the NYS Thruway ticket toll plaza which is approximately where Albany is, I was half way through my trip. I was approximately 30 miles from the city limits at the payment toll plaza in Harriman, NY, when I realized that I did not have my wallet. In order for me to reach someone, I had to drive to Ramapo to see if I could reach anyone. As I did not have any money, ID, license, or bank card , I tried to called folks collect and everyone's phone did not accept collect calls...except mom's, however, she was on the phone and could not be reached. Although I did try emergency interrupt, they don't do that through the Verison payphone system. By this time I was almost crying out of frustration as I was not sure what to do next. Ah ha! I shall call a cop. 911 was dialed and the details of the problem were relayed to the officer who was real sweet and connected me with the state police. After reiterating my problem with the state police, the officer called my friend who said YES, the wallet was there. The officer was nice enough to give my friend the number where I was at and he called me back. After speaking with him, I advised him that I would be returning to get it and should be there in a few hours. I headed to exit 15 (Suffern, NY) to turn around and head back.
Mind you, my exit to go to Brooklyn was 13 S. Yup, I was ½ hour away from Brooklyn.
By the time I arrived at his house, it was around 1:30 a.m. and I was flustered beyond belief. After two more helpings of delicious pizza, I crashed out.
Around 8:30 a.m. I woke and gave thanks to my friend for being so wonderful and headed out once again. Even though there was traffic heading into Manhattan and Brooklyn, Saturday April 14, 2007 was a gorgeous day full of warmth and sunshine.
Nix and I did some shopping in Brooklyn for a bit and then headed out to the Village for dinner and some shopping. In an effort to save time, I opted for a parking lot rather than look for a spot (which could take hours). Nix and I went to Panchito's for the finest Mexican food around. As we did not want to walk with the food, we went back to the parking lot and asked if we could put it in the car. The guy said sure and had us get into a another car that was being parked and we road the gauntlet of the gutted building which used to house a stable downstairs which was probably was a livery or other type of business. Let me just say, that it was a scary drive inside that building.
After the dump off of the food was made, Nix and I walked toward W8th and met Rico Fonesca and I bought a copy of his painting which he so sweetly signed. Rico is as much a part of the Village as the very streets themselves. He is against what he sees and what he portrays in paint speaks for itself. I would have loved to buy his poster entitled RICH/POOR as it spoke a thousand words. Rico has been on MacDougal Street near Washington Square for as long as I can remember. It is always a pleasure to stop and talk with him for awhile.
Although we did not get to hit everyplace we wanted to hit that night, we did get a few things and decided I would be cool to get tattooed together so we headed to back to Brooklyn. However, we had to get the car from the parking lot. When I went to pay, I almost shit as 3 hours cost me $45. Therefore, dinner cost me $120.
Anyway, we went to Michael Angelo's tattoo parlor and saw that there were people standing outside. Nix yelled out to them "is there a lot of people inside?" One of the guys answered back "uh huh" so Nix said "a lot lot?" and he replied "uh huh." Mikey is a great artist, however it is first come first serve and if your name is not on the board early enough, you just may sit there all night and never get seen. Nix suggested that we go to Brooklyn Ink so I went for it. After getting there and looking at all the sucky tatts that were available, I saw two that I figured could be incorporated. However, that major ass of an artist who is UNKNOWN to me wanted to charge $60 for a 1 ½ inch black widow. As far as I am concerned, he could go fuck himself as he would have to ink me in GOLD for that price. That schmuck is a NOBODY and I hope he goes out of business.
Upon getting back to Nix's apartment, I called Nathan and we spoke for a bit, but Gracie came to the door looking for me so I had to hang up and go hang out. At around 1:00 a.m. I went back to Nix's place to finally get some sleep and just as I closed my eyes, I saw a car accident. Mind you, I was not sleeping yet.
When I awoke at 8:30 a.m. a heavy rain was coming down and I tried to wake Nix to tell her that we better get done what needs to get done right now. As she was not ready to get up, I went downstairs to have a smoke and my head started to spin and I was starting to feel faint. As I got back upstairs, I just made it to the couch, and I passed out for 3 hours.
Nix woke me around 11:30 a.m. and I was very anxious to leave as I saw that we were experiencing a storm. She checked the internet and sure enough, a Nor-Easter was bogging down the a number of states with floods and snow. For sure I had to leave ASAP, however, Nix had things that NEEDED to be done before I left. Therefore, my ass was not on the road home until 2:20 p.m.
The FDR was like a river and the traffic was bad. There were times when I could not see as my windshield was flooded with water and my wipers were on high. People were hydroplaning out of control and it was a complete mess trying to get out of the city. I had thought the open road would offer some relief, but I was wrong. As I entered the Palisades Parkway, it started to snow and the roads were a mix of snow, ice, and water. Visibility was about 50 feet. Not very good driving conditions. However, I at least had the benefit of light. I wish the same could be said about Interstate 87 as I was driving in the dark with snow blowing straight onto me as I watched accident upon accident and people going out of control. Although most were doing about 35 miles per hour, it was very hazardous driving conditions.
My nerves were totally shot even before I reached Glens Falls. As I needed a break and wanted someone to know where I was, I called mom and told her in case I don't make it back, I love you and I hung up.
I stopped caring and started to drive faster as I so much wanted to get home one way or the other so I passed every sucker on the road and thought it is better to drive into the mountain than off of it. There was no road to be seen and it was a fake out drive with hope to live to see tomorrow. I was in charge of me and I did not want to be near other cars. I know and rely on my driving ability, but I don't know and can't rely on theirs. There were so many people in ditches and so many accidents, I had to stay alert and have eyes in back of my head.
Although it was a bitch driving blind on the I87, it was worse driving in Quebec. I thought that the land of ice and snow would have cleared the roads, but NOOOOOOOOO. It was a fucking mess. A single lane was kind of cleared and the single file was doing 25 mph. I did try to pass, but the passing lane was too snow covered to get into.
After 10 hours of shit and hell, I made it home in one piece and without a dent. However, I did resemble a chiwawa(sp?) in the back of a low rider as I was shaking so much.
So much for my weekend! Pish. ~ Arachne ~ April 16, 2007 at 10:23 p.m.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Thinking of my MA once again...
As much as I want my MA in history, it does seem wasteful to have to get a second BA to do so. Perhaps I can find a program that is willing to test my knowledge of history and give credit for previously acquired knowledge. If it is a paper they want, a paper is what they will get. If it is a matter of multiple choice or an interview with a professor, so be it. However, the want and need to acquire more knowledge is irking me.
It is not that I wish to make money with my degree as that is not what I seek from my credentials. More so, I seek satisfaction via self fulfillment and the sharing of knowledge. My goal has always been my Ph.D. and as I am not yet dead, that dream could and may be fulfilled.
A master's proposal was written for my alma mater Goddard College last year, however, I think I would much prefer the structure of another private institution in the United States (NY or VT) that will offer me small night classes with student participation and interaction. What I seek is not so much a boring lecture, but more at artful presentation of history and the WHYs behind the occurrences. If thought upon correctly, I would need to major in history and minor in interdisciplinary studies to see the full picture.
Call me a buffoon if you will, but I like to learn for the sake of doing so. ~ Arachne ~ April 10, 2007 @ 5:08 p.m.
It is not that I wish to make money with my degree as that is not what I seek from my credentials. More so, I seek satisfaction via self fulfillment and the sharing of knowledge. My goal has always been my Ph.D. and as I am not yet dead, that dream could and may be fulfilled.
A master's proposal was written for my alma mater Goddard College last year, however, I think I would much prefer the structure of another private institution in the United States (NY or VT) that will offer me small night classes with student participation and interaction. What I seek is not so much a boring lecture, but more at artful presentation of history and the WHYs behind the occurrences. If thought upon correctly, I would need to major in history and minor in interdisciplinary studies to see the full picture.
Call me a buffoon if you will, but I like to learn for the sake of doing so. ~ Arachne ~ April 10, 2007 @ 5:08 p.m.
CLIT ~vs~ PENIS and PENIS ~vs~ CLIT
Women, you know that your clit is special to you right? Maybe guys are not too sure what to do with it huh? Maybe? Now I don’t know how many of you think like me or have thought about this before, but take a nice up close and personal look at your clit or your friend’s and describe it. Does it look familiar to you even if real small? It swells when excited and twitches right? It has a hood? Are you catching on yet?
Men, you guys worry too much about dick size. That shit between a woman’s legs that you are not too sure what to do with is just a TEENY TINY PENIS. Yup. Look at it again boys. Granted we don’t have BALLS, but as we have estrogen, so do you. As you have testosterone, so do we. Guess, what? If a woman were to have a sex change, the hormones would enlarge her clit to be a penis.
So, when you are down there rug munching and she is FAKING orgasm, pretend to suck cock and make her really cum!!! At least you don’t have to deep throat it as your lips will do just fine!!
Before I head to Calgary, I will be doing some plumbing in my house as I am bringing my DIAL-O-MATIC shower massage with me. Ah, don’t worry I have the okay to bring it. Do I have a water fetish? NAH ~ Arachne ~ April 10, 2007 @ 2:27 a.m.
Men, you guys worry too much about dick size. That shit between a woman’s legs that you are not too sure what to do with is just a TEENY TINY PENIS. Yup. Look at it again boys. Granted we don’t have BALLS, but as we have estrogen, so do you. As you have testosterone, so do we. Guess, what? If a woman were to have a sex change, the hormones would enlarge her clit to be a penis.
So, when you are down there rug munching and she is FAKING orgasm, pretend to suck cock and make her really cum!!! At least you don’t have to deep throat it as your lips will do just fine!!
Before I head to Calgary, I will be doing some plumbing in my house as I am bringing my DIAL-O-MATIC shower massage with me. Ah, don’t worry I have the okay to bring it. Do I have a water fetish? NAH ~ Arachne ~ April 10, 2007 @ 2:27 a.m.
NEO
Abstract in structure so much so that visuals can be made upon verbiage. Spirals of notions play in the synapse causing playfulness and creativity. Mind open enormous to data spoken or viewed is captured and all is understood. NEO NEO NEO!!! ~ Arachne ~ April 10, 2007 @ 12:05 a.m.
Monday, April 9, 2007
Spidey Senses
My spidey senses are tingling. They scream WARNING WARNING!!! The eyes that are in back of my head are wide open and scoping with magnification. My ears are listening to every little blip and beep looking for error. My spine is in relaxed mode until the need to strike is necessary. Maybe I won't have to wind the coil part of my noose all the way if I am wrong. Perhaps I can just leave it partially constructed until the platform is complete as the floor needs to drop out for the body to swing. ~ MAX a/k/a Maggie ~ April 9, 2007 @ 8:26 p.m.
For OrpheusObject~ Celebrating Your Death In Regard to the Stiff:
When seeking a body double, you would need someone who is similar in height, weight, and body type. The blood type would need to be the same. The DNA would have to be similar (family member). Pull the teeth of your victim so that dental records can't be matched and cut off fingertips to ensure that fingerprints can't be lifted. Think about whether you have any broken bones or other medical data (i.e., diabetes, hepatitis, arthritis) as that would help to prove/disprove identity. Think forensically.
Murder & Arson:
After you murder your body double and remove internal organs, teeth, and fingertips (it has to look like the work of a psycho), fill the abdominal cavity with gasoline or other flammable liquid. Pour the same flammable liquid all over the crime scene as well and in other rooms to heat the place up. Take some gun powder and create a small line that leads to your exit and then strike a match and let it rip. You should hear a WHOOSH sound.
What is left of your body double can then be cremated so that we may celebrate and be merry at your death party!
That is called having your cake and eating too. *snicker ~ Maggie ~ April 9, 2007 @ 5:00 p.m.
Murder & Arson:
After you murder your body double and remove internal organs, teeth, and fingertips (it has to look like the work of a psycho), fill the abdominal cavity with gasoline or other flammable liquid. Pour the same flammable liquid all over the crime scene as well and in other rooms to heat the place up. Take some gun powder and create a small line that leads to your exit and then strike a match and let it rip. You should hear a WHOOSH sound.
What is left of your body double can then be cremated so that we may celebrate and be merry at your death party!
That is called having your cake and eating too. *snicker ~ Maggie ~ April 9, 2007 @ 5:00 p.m.
Friday, April 6, 2007
A Conversation With My Mother
Mom called and we were talking bullshit and then she starts talking about getting life insurance for her burial. So I asked her what do you care, you'll be dead. This part of the conversation really got me going especially when she said that she wants to make sure that everyone has sandwiches. I was like WTF? When I asked her why she cared if they ate or not and she got real mad and said that people ate sandwiches at her mother's and her grandmother's funeral. She knows that I don't give a rat's ass if anyone eats at the funeral or not. I told her it is a funeral and not a picnic. Funerals are so bogus. When I asked if she wanted the crusts cut off the bread, she hung up on me and I was rolling on the floor laughing. ~ Maggie ~ April 6, 2007 @ 8:37 p.m.
I forgot to include the part where she said: It is my funeral and I want sandwiches. Isn't that a retarded thought that she is still going to be worried about what others think even after she is dead. BIZARRE!!!!
I forgot to include the part where she said: It is my funeral and I want sandwiches. Isn't that a retarded thought that she is still going to be worried about what others think even after she is dead. BIZARRE!!!!
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
DIVISIONS:
We are all members of the human race
And shouldn't look at color to judge a face
When we bleed, we bleed the same
Divisions come by giving names
Are you black, white, red, or yellow?
Aren't we all of the same fellow?
If we were all literally blind
Perhaps we would judge based on mind
Liking a person for who they are
And not what is VIEWED would ban the bar
The elderly are OLD, but have much to give
In the stories they tell of the life they have lived
Yet more oft than not, they are cast aside
As who has time for the old if not wise?
What if our brother or sister were gay?
Would we throw our relationship away?
Really we are not all so different from them
As one loves women and the other men
If looked at real close, we are all the same
Unfortunately, most of us are not humane ~ Maggie 4/3/07 @ 4:54 p.m.
Can prejudice be put aside in any sense of the word? Does everything have to be superficial and conformed? Political correctness does not equate with equality on any level.
And shouldn't look at color to judge a face
When we bleed, we bleed the same
Divisions come by giving names
Are you black, white, red, or yellow?
Aren't we all of the same fellow?
If we were all literally blind
Perhaps we would judge based on mind
Liking a person for who they are
And not what is VIEWED would ban the bar
The elderly are OLD, but have much to give
In the stories they tell of the life they have lived
Yet more oft than not, they are cast aside
As who has time for the old if not wise?
What if our brother or sister were gay?
Would we throw our relationship away?
Really we are not all so different from them
As one loves women and the other men
If looked at real close, we are all the same
Unfortunately, most of us are not humane ~ Maggie 4/3/07 @ 4:54 p.m.
Can prejudice be put aside in any sense of the word? Does everything have to be superficial and conformed? Political correctness does not equate with equality on any level.
Poor...
As I have said in the past, the only one true thing I can rely on is myself. I would rather live poor and free. Granted money does give benefit to certain freedoms, but those freedoms cost freedom.
Perhaps chaos is not something that I deal with too well. When hired to do a job, I give that job 110% and use my education, experience, and personality to do the job effectively and with proper organization. That is not to say that I am totally structured, however, when there is a goal to be had, you can bet your sweet ass that I have the structure of a drill sergeant and my actions are full force.
Perchance I am a wee bit tired of antics of instability. When things are left willy nilly and excellence is sought, it is difficult and frustrating to obtain and maintain it. Let me go away with myself and decide that which needs to be decided upon. Everything is a 50/50 shot right? Again, I must look at the situation as a win/win regardless of the outcome. ~ Maggie 4/3/07 @ 12:33 a.m.
Perhaps chaos is not something that I deal with too well. When hired to do a job, I give that job 110% and use my education, experience, and personality to do the job effectively and with proper organization. That is not to say that I am totally structured, however, when there is a goal to be had, you can bet your sweet ass that I have the structure of a drill sergeant and my actions are full force.
Perchance I am a wee bit tired of antics of instability. When things are left willy nilly and excellence is sought, it is difficult and frustrating to obtain and maintain it. Let me go away with myself and decide that which needs to be decided upon. Everything is a 50/50 shot right? Again, I must look at the situation as a win/win regardless of the outcome. ~ Maggie 4/3/07 @ 12:33 a.m.
Sunday, April 1, 2007
War Propaganda? - Edited
Without saying too much, check these eight (8) sites out. Thanks. On second thought, I must put in my two cents. If I had to make an educated guess as to where truth lied in the flag raising, it would be geared more toward how it is portrayed in the movie as no man in their right mind would want to relive the horrors of war to raise money for political purposes. In looking at Ira Hayes' bio, one could almost SEE that it ate him up. Those political assholes are always up to their eyeballs in SHIT and the majority of the people buy it. PISH!~ Maggie ~ 4/1/07 @ 8:59 p.m.
http://www.history.navy.mil/faqs/faq87-3l.htm
http://www.angelfire.com/ca/dickg/flagwtc.html
http://www.montney.com/marine/iwo.htm
http://www.msu.edu/~navarro6/srop.html
http://www.albanyinstitute.org/exhibits/wwII.posters.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flags_of_Our_Fathers_%28film%29
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raising_the_Flag_on_Iwo_Jima
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ira_Hayes
http://www.history.navy.mil/faqs/faq87-3l.htm
http://www.angelfire.com/ca/dickg/flagwtc.html
http://www.montney.com/marine/iwo.htm
http://www.msu.edu/~navarro6/srop.html
http://www.albanyinstitute.org/exhibits/wwII.posters.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flags_of_Our_Fathers_%28film%29
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raising_the_Flag_on_Iwo_Jima
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ira_Hayes
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