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Writer's Block: On Base

The World Series begins today, meaning balls will be hit, bases run, and homeruns scored. Remember the first time you got to first base? What was it like?

I'm assuming this is a sexual question...

I got to first base for the first time when I was 14. It was with my husband, though at the time, we weren't even dating. We were sharing a popsicle, which was originally mine, but then I offered him a lick. I was hyperventilating the whole time thinking how cool and scary it was that we were licking the same popsicle. Then I stole his house keys and ran into my bedroom. He came in, tackled me, kissed me, and then I stuck his keys down my pants. ;)
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Writer's Block: Cryptozoology

Bigfoot, the Yeti, the Loch Ness Monster, el chupacabra—what is your favorite creature that may or may not exist?



The unicorn is a legendary animal. It is usually portrayed as a slender, white horse with a spiraling horn on its forehead, although its appearance and behavior differs, depending on the location. In the west it was usually considered wild and untamable, while in the Orient it was peaceful, meek and thought to be the bringer of good luck. There it is usually depicted as a goat-like creature, with cloven hooves and a beard. In Japan it is called Kirin, and in China Ki-lin.

The word "unicorn" is based on the Hebrew word re'em ("horn"), in early versions of the Old Testament translated as "monokeros", meaning "one horn", which became "unicorn" in English. The creature is possibly based on the rhinoceros or the narwhal, a marine creature with one horn.

In the west it was first mentioned by the Greek historian Ctesias in 398 BCE. According to him they lived in India and he described them as 'wild asses which are as big as a horse, even bigger. Their bodies are white, their heads dark red and their eyes are deep blue. They have a single horn on their forehead which is approximately half-a-meter long.' This description was based on the tales of travelers, and is a mixture of an Indian rhinoceros, the Himalayan antelope, and the wild ass.

The horn itself is white at the base, black in the middle and with a sharp, red tip. It is believed to possess healing abilities. Dust filed from the horn was thought to protect against poison, and many diseases. It could even resurrect the dead. Amongst royalty and nobility in the Middle Ages, it became quite fashionable to own a drinking cup made of the horn of an unicorn, not in the least because it was supposed to detect poison.

The belief in the healing abilities of the horn is probably based on a medieval story. In this particular tale, many animals once gathered around a pool in the midst of night. The water was poisoned and they could not drink from it, until a unicorn appeared. He simply dipped his horn in the pool and the water became fresh and clean again.

Another medieval story tells of the capture of a unicorn by a maiden. The unicorn was far too fast and wild for the man that was hunting him. He could only be tamed by a maiden who sat lonely underneath a tree in the woods. Attracted by the scent of purity he would lay his head on her lap and she would rock him to sleep. Then she would cut of his horn, and leave him for the hunter and his dogs.

There have been attempts to give these tales a Christian interpretation. In the first tale the horn symbolizes the cross and the pool the sins of the world. In the second story the maiden was Maria, the unicorn Jesus Christ and the horn a representation of the unity of the Father and the Son. Jesus, embodied in the unicorn, was killed for sake of a sinful world.


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Writer's Block: A.A. Milne

Some people find Eeyore’s gloomy outlook charming. Others prefer the bouncy enthusiasm of Tigger. Who would you rather be trapped in an elevator with: Eeyore or Tigger?
It's sad how many people are annoyed by Tigger. I love him, he's the cutest bouncy thing in the whole world!!

Eeyore is also cute, cuddly cute, but way too depressing and negative to be trapped in an elevator with. After a few hours of having to listen to how no one loves him and oh, woe is me, I would probably end up screaming and trying to smack some wisdom into him, or shove some happy juice down his throat.. somethin!

my answer is Tigger. :)
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i want to be honest.
i want to write how i think.
what is this thing that holds me? 

he says he is jealous.
he says, " this is too personal ".
he wants
with him.
and then maybe afterwards, the world.

what does this mean?

break the door
and shatter the window.
love me love me LOVE ME.
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poems by e. e. cummings

who knows if the moon's...

who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should

get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where

Spring)and everyone's
in love and flowers pick themselves


i go to this window

i go to this window

just as day dissolves
when it is twilight(and
looking up in fear

i see the new moon
thinner than a hair)

making me feel
how myself has been coarse and dull
compared with you, silently who are
and cling
to my mind always

But now she sharpens and becomes crisper
until i smile with knowing
-and all about

the sprouting largest final air

inward with hurled
downward thousands of enormous dreams


my mind is...

my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smell
and hearing and sight keep hitting and chipping with sharp fatal
in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of chrome and ex
-ecute strides of cobalt
nevertheless i
feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am becoming
something a little different, in fact
Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet bellowings.

because i love you)last night

because i love you)last night

clothed in sealace
appeared to me
your mind drifting
with chuckling rubbish
of pearl weed coral and stones;

lifted,and(before my
eyes sinking)inward,fled;softly
your face smile breasts gargled
by death:drowned only

again carefully through deepness to rise
these your wrists
thighs feet hands

to again utterly disappear;
rushing gently swiftly creeping
through my dreams last
night,all of your
body with its spirit floated
(clothed only in

the tide's acute weaving murmur


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So somewhere inbetween the cookie crumbs in her backpack and hiding her husband's porn movies from him, this girl in my class and I were talking about people stealing our seat and how much we hate it! You know how when you first start a class, everyone picks out where they're going to sit and then that becomes their spot forever?.. everyone in that class knows who's spot is who's! But then someone decides to steal someone else's spot.. which just so happened to be mine!
I told rocky about this and it turns out he's a seat stealer!!! he steals people's spot in class just to see them do this confused little circle around the room, and finally pick another place to sit frantically. lol anyways..

I watched this weird movie the other night.. The Tracey Fragments. It's based on the novel by Maureen Medved. Very angsty movie, kind of depressing, and confusing. But it also makes you think, it's smart and different. I want to read the novel.

Something we watched in class today.. 

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i lost my kitten..

my cat, Fiesta, has been an inside kitty for about three years now. though she still sat outside with us whenever we smoked a cigarette, or did something outside. so i wasn't completely worried(at first) last saturday morning when i awakened to a kitty empty apartment. turns out Rocky forgot to bring her in the night before.
it's been 12 days and i miss her terribly. i've already been on numerous walks through the neighborhood.. even went door to door with a picture of her. tomorrow i plan on putting a picture in the paper and some flyers around town.
when i get her back home she's never ever ever leaving again!

♥ ♥♥ ♥ ♥♥ ♥
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born mathematician. :)

I have struggled in certain areas of learning all throughout school (or atleast in the times that i was actually enrolled in school...) . my academic counselor suggested i take this assessment test (used for determining learning disabilities). my results revealed that my fluid reasoning is very low, as well as my short-term memory, math calculation skills, and math reasoning. I scored very high in visual-spatial thinking, and average in long-term retrieval, auditory processing, and processing speed.

The following is some info I gathered up from the internet about how the visual-spatial mind works.. among other things.

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according to this article, visual-spatial thinkers are born mathematicians!!! :) 
"In our case files, we have dozens of children who show superior grasp of mathematical relations, but inferior abilities in mathematical computation. These children consistently see themselves as poor in mathematics and most hate math. This situation is terribly unfortunate, since their visual-spatial abilities and talent in mathematical analysis would indicate that they are "born mathematicians."
Book on visual thinking:
"The visual spatial learner thrives on complexity, yet struggles with easy material; loves difficult puzzles, but hates drill and repetition; is great at geometry and physics, but poor at phonics and spelling. She has keen visual memory, but poor auditory memory; is creative and imaginative, but inattentive in class; is a systems thinker, all the while disorganized, forgets the details. He excels in math analysis, but is poor at calculation; has high reading comprehension, but low word recognition; has an excellent sense of humor, and performs poorly on timed tests." by Linda Kreger Silverman
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Writer's Block: Sharing Haikus

The Japanese haiku poet Basho once wrote, "Old pond / a frog jumps / the sound of water." Try writing some of your own haikus about the little things in your life. A haiku generally consists of a five-syllable line, a seven-syllable line and a second five-syllable line. You can also use any combination of ten-to-fourteen syllables.
soft delicate moon
bathing the sky in magic
black and white and red

white canvas standing
before me, tall and infinite
pictures in my head

sandalwood incense
gentle wrappings of smoke dust
tangles of my thought