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******* Rey Fresco took time after their SXSW performance to play the newest guitar game - Six-String! Real strumming, plucking and chord changes!
14 Apr 2010
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SPECIAL NIGHT! Airs Sunday 5/2 at 8pm on HISTORY! The Pawn Stars have a chance to buy a historic silver spoon made by a true American legend--Paul Revere. Can they make a deal and scoop it up, or will this piece of patriotic history ride off into the night? Then the Old Man is presented with a handmade cuckoo clock from the 1800's. Can he tick-talk his way into a deal, or will this negotiation drive him cuckoo? And later a man tries to sell a mysterious vintage archery bow. Will Rick pluck the right string and make the deal, or will he end up missing the target altogether? Visit the official fan page *******www.facebook****/PawnStars and follow HISTORY on Twitter *******twitter****/HistoryChannel
29 Apr 2010
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William Yarborough and Kim Loop talk to Grace Sharington about their experiences at SXSW. Both are avid participants in Refresh Austin, the meetup group of web designers, developers and coders. William is "helping Pluck and Demand Media roll out newly-redesigned widgets for use on sites like USA Today, NFL, Houston Chronicle, The Economist, and many others." Kim is "currently working toward dual master's degrees in journalism and public policy with an emphasis in technology and information policy."
31 May 2010
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Get the sounds here: *******xenossoundworks****/zebra.html Forever 80's contains 64 vintage synth sounds from one of the most innovative decades of the 20th century - the 1980's - and covers many famous sounds heard in hit songs during that era. Patch List ------------------------------ BA Analog Bass BA Crushed BA Digigrit BA DX Bass 1 BA DX Bass 2 BA DX Bass 3 BA DX Bass 4 BA DX Bass 5 BA DX Slap Bass BA OB-8 Bass BA PPG Bass BA Rapid Line BA So Electric BA Thick Moog BA Thriller BA Tom Sawyer BA Too Much Time BA Warm Analog KB FM Ballad E. Piano KB Gospel C3 KB Hybrid E. Piano KB Jazzy B3 KB New Wave Harpsi KB P5 1960's Organ LD 80s Poly Lead LD Brassy Lead LD Classic Rock Lead LD Elevation LD Flash Light LD Funkadelic LD Funkmeister LD Moog Lead LD Porta Saw LD Porta Square LD Prophet 5 Sync LD Square Soup LD Squishy LD Sunglasses LD Tasty Pulsewave LD The Phat Lady Sings PD Analog Strings 1 PD Analog Strings 2 PD Big Juno Pad PD Brittle Pad PD Classic Ooh's PD D50 Bell Pad PD Juno 106 Strings PD Lo-Fi Choir Pad PD Prism PD Soundtrack PD Sweeping Harmonics PD Warm Backdrop SY Comp Synth SY Digital Arp Food SY DX Bells SY DX Tubular Bells SY Flutey Texture SY JP-8 Brass SY Juno 106 Dark Plucks SY Meaty Polysynth SY Realistik Brass SY Soft Brass SY Veridis Quo Arp Food SY Wide Berth
11 Jul 2010
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A gangster with his eyebrows plucked mad dog'd Carlos Loma.
13 Oct 2010
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Patients who are tired of waxing, plucking, shaving, and have even tried electrology often request laser hair removal at Dr. William Middleton’s practice in Toronto, Canada. This treatment is fast, safe, effective, and permanent. Laser hair removal can treat all skin types and hair colors. Patients will require a series of treatments for optimal results based on the area(s) to be treated. Men most commonly target back, arms, chest, and stomach; women treat the bikini area, underarms, thighs, and legs. Asian woman are most often concerned with facial hair. Those who are looking for hair removal on the back or legs are often treated with an intense pulse light technique. This method is fast and was developed to minimize discomfort during the procedure. Facial hair removal may be uncomfortable as the EpiLight hair removal system moves along the target area. Toronto laser hair removal patients may anticipate satisfactory results at Middleton Cosmetic Surgery Clinic.
5 Mar 2011
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Patients who are tired of waxing, plucking, shaving, and have even tried electrology often request laser hair removal at Dr. William Middleton’s practice in Toronto, Canada. This treatment is fast, safe, effective, and permanent. Laser hair removal can treat all skin types and hair colors. Patients will require a series of treatments for optimal results based on the area(s) to be treated. Men most commonly target back, arms, chest, and stomach; women treat the bikini area, underarms, thighs, and legs. Asian woman are most often concerned with facial hair. Those who are looking for hair removal on the back or legs are often treated with an intense pulse light technique. This method is fast and was developed to minimize discomfort during the procedure. Facial hair removal may be uncomfortable as the EpiLight hair removal system moves along the target area. Toronto laser hair removal patients may anticipate satisfactory results at Middleton Cosmetic Surgery Clinic.
5 Mar 2011
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*******www.groweyebrows101**** Isn't it funny how some women constantly pluck their brows, and yet still grow eyebrows like crazy, while others of us can't get our brows to grow at all? If you're longing for that look Brooke Shieldssported inLagoon, then maybe it's time to try out some eyebrow growth methods and products. Because eyebrow thinning and loss has many different causes, there are many different treatments, one of which is sure to work for you. Let's take a look at some of those methods: Evaluate Your Diet Hair loss can be caused by stress and poor diet, and eyebrows can be affected just as much as your hair can. So take a look at the way you are eating, and consider whether or not you need to make some changes. Also, start taking multi-vitamins.*******www.groweyebrows101****
18 Mar 2011
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BY ASHLEY CROCKETT ANCHOR ANA COMPAIN-ROMERO You're watching multisource environment video news analysis from Newsy. Tourists flock to the Grand Canyon for its breathtaking views -- and now miners are flocking for its high-grade uranium. A two-year moratorium on mining enacted by the Obama administration in 2009 is set to expire in July -- sparking debate over whether the government should continue the ban, or let miners in. Cronkite News reports this is a golden economic opportunity for uranium miners. “There are more than 5,000 claims to mine around the Grand Canyon. Most of them, like Vein Minerals, are based outside of the U.S. And it’s no wonder the worldwide appeal. Uranium’s value has skyrocketed from around $11 per pound in 2003 to $63 now -- an increase of nearly 500 percent.” But the economic benefits would only impact the mining companies -- and most of those profits wouldn’t end up in the US. Congress isn’t happy about the growing foreign ownership of uranium mining claims. High Country News reports -- “Even though over $1 billion worth of hard rock minerals are plucked from, and hauled off, public lands every year, no company -- regardless of where it’s based -- pays state or federal royalties for hard rock mining, or any rental or user fees.” Environmental groups are up in arms over the prospect of mining in an area prized for its biodiversity. Lynn Hamilton tells Public News Service runoff from existing uranium mines has already polluted several rivers, creeks and springs within the national park. “It’s really alarming for people to feel like the areas that they’re visiting and recreating in, which they consider to be wilderness areas, are tainted in this way ... Many Native Americans have died from drinking tainted water or from using that water to sustain their livestock and crops when it’s contaminated.” 
The Obama Administration has until July 22nd to decide whether or not to enact a new 20-year mining moratorium. Whatever the decision, The Christian Science Monitor reports it will impact more than just the area around the Grand Canyon. “...the decision could set a precedent for other natural landmarks also being hedged in by uranium and other mining claims.” According to the EPA’s Toxic Release Inventory report, hardrock mining produces more toxic waste than any other industry. 'Like Newsy' on Facebook for updates in your news feed. Get more multisource environment video news analysis from Newsy. Transcript by Newsy.
7 May 2011
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How to Tune a Piano? - as part of the expert series by GeoBeats. First of all, I would not recommend that you tune your own piano unless you have had some instruction in it, but you might want to tweak it a little bit at some point. They do have electronic machines that help you hear better. But the basics are - this is a tuning fork, and this is something that you put in between the strings. So if I want to tune this, it has three strings, they should all sound alike. Their overtones and all those kind of things, but I cannot get into that, I guess, let me pick another one. I am just plucking these, like you would a guitar. And you can hear, they are going up, like I would if I were just playing those. So this is the tuning pin. And if you look at it really closely, you will see that one string is wrapped around one tuning pin. So if you want to make a string higher, remember this is for one note, you have to get all those three pins the same, which, you know, really takes an amazing ear. Plus they tend to slip. But.. So for this particular note, there it is, OK! You see I am now just touching those strings. So the first one here, if I just kind of go and trace it with my finger, that is the right, far right, string. The middle one, here is the tuning pin for that. And the other one, here is the tuning pin for that. So each one of those have to be tuned so that they match each other, and that is without using the pedal. This thing you can put in between those strings to help you. And, tightening, making it higher, is to the right. To the left, you loosen it. You have to be really careful, cause they snap, and they are very tiny adjustments.
11 Jul 2011
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This hormone-free product works to reactivate the hair from your over-plucked or over-waxed eyebrows and restore you natural eyebrow shape. Its ingredients will also help moisturize the hair and skin in the applied area keeping it looking full and healthy.
12 Jul 2011
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Guitar is one of the classical instruments that has been invented and had never faded out. Being able to play the guitar is something that you can differ yourself from others. Nevertheless, discovering how guitar works could be really difficult. Yet with help of guitar books and some guitar forum you can learn how to pluck and strum the guitar strings. Guitar books are guidebook for playing the guitar. *******www.ollysguitar****
2 Aug 2011
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Korean Singer Maya's Music Vodeo "Azalea flower" “Azalea Flowers “ (Trans'n 1) “Azaleas” (Transl'n 2) When you hate to see me When you go, And decide to leave, Weary of me, I’ll quietly let you go. I’ll fondly see you go. I’ll pluck an armful of azaleas I will gather In the Yaksan hills at Yungbyun Armful of azaleas To strew over your path. From Yaksan to adorn your path. Tread softly on the flowers, Tread softly, Each step soft and silent. Step by step, Upon the flowers as you go. When you hate to see me When you go, And decide to leave, Weary of me, I’ll never never shed tears. I’ll bite my lips to stop my tears.
28 Aug 2011
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Christina Rossetti - Goblin Market - Read by Kate Reading Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti (1830-1894) Part 1 Morning and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: 'Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, Lemons and oranges, Plump unpecked cherries, Melons and raspberries, Bloom-down-cheeked peaches, Swart-headed mulberries, Wild free-born cranberries, Crab-apples, dewberries, Pine-apples, blackberries, Apricots, strawberries;— All ripe together In summer weather,— Morns that pass by, Fair eves that fly; Come buy, come buy: Our grapes fresh from the vine, Pomegranates full and fine, Dates and sharp bullaces, Rare pears and greengages, Damsons and bilberries, Taste them and try: Currants and gooseberries, Bright-fire-like barberries, Figs to fill your mouth, Citrons from the South, Sweet to tongue and sound to eye; Come buy, come buy.' Evening by evening Among the brookside rushes, Laura bowed her head to hear, Lizzie veiled her blushes: Crouching close together In the cooling weather, With clasping arms and cautioning lips, With tingling cheeks and finger tips. 'Lie close,' Laura said, Pricking up her golden head: 'We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?' 'Come buy,' call the goblins Hobbling down the glen. 'Oh,' cried Lizzie, 'Laura, Laura, You should not peep at goblin men.' Lizzie covered up her eyes, Covered close lest they should look; Laura reared her glossy head, And whispered like the restless brook: 'Look, Lizzie, look, Lizzie, Down the glen tramp little men. One hauls a basket, One bears a plate, One lugs a golden dish Of many pounds weight. How fair the vine must grow Whose grapes are so luscious; How warm the wind must blow Through those fruit bushes.' 'No,' said Lizzie, 'No, no, no; Their offers should not charm us, Their evil gifts would harm us.' She thrust a dimpled finger In each ear, shut eyes and ran: Curious Laura chose to linger Wondering at each merchant man. One had a cat's face, One whisked a tail, One tramped at a rat's pace, One crawled like a snail, One like a wombat prowled obtuse and furry, One like a ratel tumbled hurry skurry. She heard a voice like voice of doves Cooing all together: They sounded kind and full of loves In the pleasant weather. Laura stretched her gleaming neck Like a rush-imbedded swan, Like a lily from the beck, Like a moonlit poplar branch, Like a vessel at the launch When its last restraint is gone. Backwards up the mossy glen Turned and trooped the goblin men, With their shrill repeated cry, 'Come buy, come buy.' When they reached where Laura was They stood stock still upon the moss, Leering at each other, Brother with queer brother; Signalling each other, Brother with sly brother. One set his basket down, One reared his plate; One began to weave a crown Of tendrils, leaves, and rough nuts brown (Men sell not such in any town); One heaved the golden weight Of dish and fruit to offer her: 'Come buy, come buy,' was still their cry. Laura stared but did not stir, Longed but had no money: The whisk-tailed merchant bade her taste In tones as smooth as honey, The cat-faced purr'd, The rat-faced spoke a word Of welcome, and the snail-paced even was heard; One parrot-voiced and jolly Cried 'Pretty Goblin' still for 'Pretty Polly;'— One whistled like a bird. But sweet-tooth Laura spoke in haste: 'Good folk, I have no coin; To take were to purloin: I have no copper in my purse, I have no silver either, And all my gold is on the furze That shakes in windy weather Above the rusty heather.' 'You have much gold upon your head,' They answered all together: 'Buy from us with a golden curl.' She clipped a precious golden lock, She dropped a tear more rare than pearl, Then sucked their fruit globes fair or red: Sweeter than honey from the rock, Stronger than man-rejoicing wine, Clearer than water flowed that juice; She never tasted such before, How should it cloy with length of use? She sucked and sucked and sucked the more Fruits which that unknown orchard bore; She sucked until her lips were sore; Then flung the emptied rinds away But gathered up one kernel stone, And knew not was it night or day As she turned home alone. Lizzie met her at the gate Full of wise upbraidings: 'Dear, you should not stay so late, Twilight is not good for maidens; Should not loiter in the glen In the haunts of goblin men. Do you not remember Jeanie, How she met them in the moonlight, Took their gifts both choice and many, Ate their fruits and wore their flowers Plucked from bowers Where summer ripens at all hours? But ever in the noonlight She pined and pined away; Sought them by night and day, Found them no more, but dwindled and grew grey; Then fell with the first snow, While to this day no grass will grow Where she lies low: I planted daisies there a year ago That never blow. You should not loiter so.' 'Nay, hush,' said Laura: 'Nay, hush, my sister: I ate and ate my fill, Yet my mouth waters still; To-morrow night I will Buy more:' and kissed her: 'Have done with sorrow; I'll bring you plums to-morrow Fresh on their mother twigs, Cherries worth getting; You cannot think what figs My teeth have met in, What melons icy-cold Piled on a dish of gold Too huge for me to hold, What peaches with a velvet nap, Pellucid grapes without one seed: Odorous indeed must be the mead Whereon they grow, and pure the wave they drink With lilies at the brink, And sugar-sweet their sap.' Golden head by golden head, Like two pigeons in one nest Folded in each other's wings, They lay down in their curtained bed: Like two blossoms on one stem, Like two flakes of new-fall'n snow, Like two wands of ivory Tipped with gold for awful kings. Moon and stars gazed in at them, Wind sang to them lullaby, Lumbering owls forbore to fly, Not a bat flapped to and fro Round their rest: Cheek to cheek and breast to breast Locked together in one nest. Early in the morning When the first cock crowed his warning, Neat like bees, as sweet and busy, Laura rose with Lizzie: Fetched in honey, milked the cows, Aired and set to rights the house, Kneaded cakes of whitest wheat, Cakes for dainty mouths to eat, Next churned butter, whipped up cream, Fed their poultry, sat and sewed; Talked as modest maidens should: Lizzie with an open heart, Laura in an absent dream, One content, one sick in part; One warbling for the mere bright day's delight, One longing for the night. At length slow evening came: They went with pitchers to the reedy brook; Lizzie most placid in her look, Laura most like a leaping flame. They drew the gurgling water from its deep; Lizzie plucked purple and rich golden flags, Then turning homeward said: 'The sunset flushes Those furthest loftiest crags; Come, Laura, not another maiden lags, No wilful squirrel wags, The beasts and birds are fast asleep.' But Laura loitered still among the rushes And said the bank was steep. And said the hour was early still The dew not fall'n, the wind not chill: Listening ever, but not catching The customary cry, 'Come buy, come buy,' With its iterated jingle Of sugar-baited words: Not for all her watching Once discerning even one goblin Racing, whisking, tumbling, hobbling; Let alone the herds That used to tramp along the glen, In groups or single, Of brisk fruit-merchant men. Till Lizzie urged, 'O Laura, come; I hear the fruit-call but I dare not look: You should not loiter longer at this brook: Come with me home. The stars rise, the moon bends her arc, Each glowworm winks her spark, Let us get home before the night grows dark: For clouds may gather Though this is summer weather, Put out the lights and drench us through; Then if we lost our way what should we do?' Laura turned cold as stone To find her sister heard that cry alone, That goblin cry, 'Come buy our fruits, come buy.' Must she then buy no more such dainty fruit? Must she no more such succous pasture find, Gone deaf and blind? Her tree of life drooped from the root: She said not one word in her heart's sore ache; But peering thro' the dimness, nought discerning, Trudged home, her pitcher dripping all the way; So crept to bed, and lay Silent till Lizzie slept; Then sat up in a passionate yearning, And gnashed her teeth for baulked desire, and wept As if her heart would break. Day after day, night after night, Laura kept watch in vain In sullen silence of exceeding pain. She never caught again the goblin cry: 'Come buy, come buy;'— She never spied the goblin men Hawking their fruits along the glen: But when the noon waxed bright Her hair grew thin and grey; She dwindled, as the fair full moon doth turn To swift decay and burn Her fire away.
22 Sep 2011
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Christina Rossetti - Goblin Market - Read by Kate Reading Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti (1830-1894) Part 2 One day remembering her kernel-stone She set it by a wall that faced the south; Dewed it with tears, hoped for a root, Watched for a waxing shoot, But there came none; It never saw the sun, It never felt the trickling moisture run: While with sunk eyes and faded mouth She dreamed of melons, as a traveller sees False waves in desert drouth With shade of leaf-crowned trees, And burns the thirstier in the sandful breeze. She no more swept the house, Tended the fowls or cows, Fetched honey, kneaded cakes of wheat, Brought water from the brook: But sat down listless in the chimney-nook And would not eat. Tender Lizzie could not bear To watch her sister's cankerous care Yet not to share. She night and morning Caught the goblins' cry: 'Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy:'— Beside the brook, along the glen, She heard the tramp of goblin men, The voice and stir Poor Laura could not hear; Longed to buy fruit to comfort her, But feared to pay too dear. She thought of Jeanie in her grave, Who should have been a bride; But who for joys brides hope to have Fell sick and died In her gay prime, In earliest Winter time With the first glazing rime, With the first snow-fall of crisp Winter time. Till Laura dwindling Seemed knocking at Death's door: Then Lizzie weighed no more Better and worse; But put a silver penny in her purse, Kissed Laura, crossed the heath with clumps of furze At twilight, halted by the brook: And for the first time in her life Began to listen and look. Laughed every goblin When they spied her peeping: Came towards her hobbling, Flying, running, leaping, Puffing and blowing, Chuckling, clapping, crowing, Clucking and gobbling, Mopping and mowing, Full of airs and graces, Pulling wry faces, Demure grimaces, Cat-like and rat-like, Ratel- and wombat-like, Snail-paced in a hurry, Parrot-voiced and whistler, Helter skelter, hurry skurry, Chattering like magpies, Fluttering like pigeons, Gliding like fishes,— Hugged her and kissed her: Squeezed and caressed her: Stretched up their dishes, Panniers, and plates: 'Look at our apples Russet and dun, Bob at our cherries, Bite at our peaches, Citrons and dates, Grapes for the asking, Pears red with basking Out in the sun, Plums on their twigs; Pluck them and suck them, Pomegranates, figs.'— 'Good folk,' said Lizzie, Mindful of Jeanie: 'Give me much and many:'— Held out her apron, Tossed them her penny. 'Nay, take a seat with us, Honour and eat with us,' They answered grinning: 'Our feast is but beginning. Night yet is early, Warm and dew-pearly, Wakeful and starry: Such fruits as these No man can carry; Half their bloom would fly, Half their dew would dry, Half their flavour would pass by. Sit down and feast with us, Be welcome guest with us, Cheer you and rest with us.'— 'Thank you,' said Lizzie: 'But one waits At home alone for me: So without further parleying, If you will not sell me any Of your fruits though much and many, Give me back my silver penny I tossed you for a fee.'— They began to scratch their pates, No longer wagging, purring, But visibly demurring, Grunting and snarling. One called her proud, Cross-grained, uncivil; Their tones waxed loud, Their looks were evil. Lashing their tails They trod and hustled her, Elbowed and jostled her, Clawed with their nails, Barking, mewing, hissing, mocking, Tore her gown and soiled her stocking, Twitched her hair out by the roots, Stamped upon her tender feet, Held her hands and squeezed their fruits Against her mouth to make her eat. White and golden Lizzie stood, Like a lily in a flood,— Like a rock of blue-veined stone Lashed by tides obstreperously,— Like a beacon left alone In a hoary roaring sea, Sending up a golden fire,— Like a fruit-crowned orange-tree White with blossoms honey-sweet Sore beset by wasp and bee,— Like a royal virgin town Topped with gilded dome and spire Close beleaguered by a fleet Mad to tug her standard down. One may lead a horse to water, Twenty cannot make him drink. Though the goblins cuffed and caught her, Coaxed and fought her, Bullied and besought her, Scratched her, pinched her black as ink, Kicked and knocked her, Mauled and mocked her, Lizzie uttered not a word; Would not open lip from lip Lest they should cram a mouthful in: But laughed in heart to feel the drip Of juice that syrupped all her face, And lodged in dimples of her chin, And streaked her neck which quaked like curd. At last the evil people, Worn out by her resistance, Flung back her penny, kicked their fruit Along whichever road they took, Not leaving root or stone or shoot; Some writhed into the ground, Some dived into the brook With ring and ripple, Some scudded on the gale without a sound, Some vanished in the distance. In a smart, ache, tingle, Lizzie went her way; Knew not was it night or day; Sprang up the bank, tore thro' the furze, Threaded copse and dingle, And heard her penny jingle Bouncing in her purse,— Its bounce was music to her ear. She ran and ran As if she feared some goblin man Dogged her with gibe or curse Or something worse: But not one goblin skurried after, Nor was she pricked by fear; The kind heart made her windy-paced That urged her home quite out of breath with haste And inward laughter. She cried 'Laura,' up the garden, 'Did you miss me? Come and kiss me. Never mind my bruises, Hug me, kiss me, suck my juices Squeezed from goblin fruits for you, Goblin pulp and goblin dew. Eat me, drink me, love me; Laura, make much of me: For your sake I have braved the glen And had to do with goblin merchant men.' Laura started from her chair, Flung her arms up in the air, Clutched her hair: 'Lizzie, Lizzie, have you tasted For my sake the fruit forbidden? Must your light like mine be hidden, Your young life like mine be wasted, Undone in mine undoing, And ruined in my ruin, Thirsty, cankered, goblin-ridden?'— She clung about her sister, Kissed and kissed and kissed her: Tears once again Refreshed her shrunken eyes, Dropping like rain After long sultry drouth; Shaking with aguish fear, and pain, She kissed and kissed her with a hungry mouth. Her lips began to scorch, That juice was wormwood to her tongue, She loathed the feast: Writhing as one possessed she leaped and sung, Rent all her robe, and wrung Her hands in lamentable haste, And beat her breast. Her locks streamed like the torch Borne by a racer at full speed, Or like the mane of horses in their flight, Or like an eagle when she stems the light Straight toward the sun, Or like a caged thing freed, Or like a flying flag when armies run. Swift fire spread through her veins, knocked at her heart, Met the fire smouldering there And overbore its lesser flame; She gorged on bitterness without a name: Ah! fool, to choose such part Of soul-consuming care! Sense failed in the mortal strife: Like the watch-tower of a town Which an earthquake shatters down, Like a lightning-stricken mast, Like a wind-uprooted tree Spun about, Like a foam-topped waterspout Cast down headlong in the sea, She fell at last; Pleasure past and anguish past, Is it death or is it life? Life out of death. That night long Lizzie watched by her, Counted her pulse's flagging stir, Felt for her breath, Held water to her lips, and cooled her face With tears and fanning leaves: But when the first birds chirped about their eaves, And early reapers plodded to the place Of golden sheaves, And dew-wet grass Bowed in the morning winds so brisk to pass, And new buds with new day Opened of cup-like lilies on the stream, Laura awoke as from a dream, Laughed in the innocent old way, Hugged Lizzie but not twice or thrice; Her gleaming locks showed not one thread of grey, Her breath was sweet as May And light danced in her eyes. Days, weeks, months, years Afterwards, when both were wives With children of their own; Their mother-hearts beset with fears, Their lives bound up in tender lives; Laura would call the little ones And tell them of her early prime, Those pleasant days long gone Of not-returning time: Would talk about the haunted glen, The wicked, quaint fruit-merchant men, Their fruits like honey to the throat But poison in the blood; (Men sell not such in any town:) Would tell them how her sister stood In deadly peril to do her good, And win the fiery antidote: Then joining hands to little hands Would bid them cling together, 'For there is no friend like a sister In calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, To fetch one if one goes astray, To lift one if one totters down, To strengthen whilst one stands.'
22 Sep 2011
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Bangkok is excessive in all of its unrestrained glory. Greater, better, a lot more: the metropolis is insatiable, a monster that feeds on concrete, purchasing malls and diesel exhaust. The metropolis demands that you be in the existing and in the second, not necessarily for a spiritual epiphany, but due to the fact the metropolis is self-absorbed and superficial, blissfully no cost of wrinkle-inducing self-reflection. Smiles and sà·nùk (the Thai phrase for ‘fun’) are the crucial passports into Bangkok culture. A compliment right here, a joke there – the demands of social lubrication in this megalopolis are a lot more akin to a tiny village than an anonymous metropolis and a necessity for survival.<br /><br />As Bangkok forcefully kneads out of you all demands for order and predictability, you will understand the well-known Thai smile. It is the metaphorical brakes on the city overdrive. Packed into these concrete corridors are religious spectacle, unapologetic consumerism and multi-flavoured hedonism – corrupting and purifying souls inside of footsteps of every other. A tragicomic confluence of human wishes and aspirations finest seen by means of a detached smile.<br /><br />Of the renowned and notorious sights, Bangkok’s best characteristic is its intermingling of opposites. A modern world of affluence orbits around a serene conventional core. Stage exterior the four-star hotels into a standard Siamese village in which taxi drivers knock again power drinks and upcountry transplants grill chicken on a streetside barbecue. Hop the Skytrain to the glitzy searching malls where by believe in-fund babies examine luxurious makes as thoroughly as the housewives examine develop at the open up-air markets. Or value the attempts at enlightenment at the city’s popular temples and doorstep shrines, or easy acts of kindness amid the urban bustle.<br /><br />You can leap involving all of these worlds – wining and hobnobbing at a chic club, ingesting at a streetside market place, obtaining plucked and pummelled into one thing much more beautiful, or perspiring profusely on a prolonged unplanned march. Bangkok is an urban connoisseur’s dream occur genuine.<br /><br />*******
7 Oct 2011
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