Dear mom i would like a smelly earesar from thorpes
love,
Loveable
little
Heather
(i remember the ones i got - mint green & looked like a telephone & purple shaped like grapes.)
either somebody threw a bagel at my house or this is the ultra-rare bagel bush that blooms once every 50 years
Asheville - Melissa Kaye Bakatsas, 38, of 21 Timberlake Drive, Asheville, NC died April 5, 2008. A native of Cobb County, Georgia, she was the daughter of Nicholas E. and Faye Packer Bakatsas.
Kaye was employed as a teacher of Family Consumer Science at A C Reynolds High School. She was a member of Holy Trinity Greek Orthodox Church in Asheville. She was a graduate of University of Georgia and received her Masters degree from Western Carolina University.
Kaye loved the outdoors, animals and she was especially close to her mom, dad and her only brother Steve. Teaching was the joy of her life and she had acquired many friends due to her ability to embrace life. Her motto in life was take it easy.
A Trisagion Prayer Service will be held in the Chapel of Morris Funeral Home, 304 Merrimon Ave., on Wednesday, April 9, 2008 at 1:00 PM with the Rev. Fr. Demetrius Iliou officiating. Burial will be Friday, April 11, 2008 in Atlanta, GA.
Condolences may be sent through the website at www.Morrisfamilyfuneralhome.com
asheville citizen-times
kaye was also the fastest female to play kickball in asheville, always smiling, genuine, compassionate, warm and friendly, she was the first person to hug me in this town. after meeting her last year for the first time at kickball, she gave me a big old southern hug in the parking lot. gone too soon, rest in peace my friend.
i made this a couple years ago, i think it's still applicable, the fellas go ga-ga for this guy
tea leaf green played at the 40 watt in athens last night, and brought the fuego start to finish. allie kral from cornmeal came out to fiddle on the "devil's pay" encore & it was one of the most rousing musical performances i've had the great fortune to witness. i hope if i'm lucid on my deathbed that memory comes back. total joseph campbell unity connection moment. josh clark and trevor garrod are just amazingly creative musicians, i can't praise this band and the people who keep them on the road enough, it's an all-star family of genuine sincere gritty hardworking prodigies.
now for crap news, my computer melted this morning when i turned it on, i actually smell burning rubber. 1 year old. ridiculous. computer repair's not open til tomorrow. i might get a mac. does everybody who has a mac love it? should i need a new computer every 6 months? i'd like to beat it with a golf club.
i seriously love the wallpaper
here's the one and only toilet in my new house.
i met the carpenter who is fixing it, and he was very nice and tidy and competent and said it should be done in a few days.
i eat bread faster than you
here's a nice thing jim reilly made for me in physics class 15 years ago. i had just started throwing the shot put for the track team. today is his birthday.
do you have the cojones to paint the front of your house one color, the sides another? i think this is beautiful.
the bottom of each of these cans unscrews, revealing a secret jar inside perfect for stashing money, jewels, whatever valuables you may have.
buy or bid on eBay or email me to buy one outside of eBay.
they are the world's luckiest diversion safes. each one blessed by the 'cops love me' cop.
*also, anybody who would like to donate their cans and jars to me for this ongoing project, i would be eternally grateful. reduce, reuse, recycle. i'm looking for (1) wide-mouth glass jars with lids and no onion smells, (2) cans with the bottom cut off - *and cut along the height of the cylinder, not around the inside circle of the top* and labels intact and their cut-off bottoms, and (3) plastic peanut butter jars with tops and labels.
"The next great, proud moment was when Mickey Hart and Bob Weir come along and tell me I've helped them. Well, I never -- the rock music never appealed to me at all. It was largely monotonous, it seemed to me. Then they invited Jean [his wife] and me to an event in Oakland that just became a dance revelation. I got something there that made me note that this is magic. And it's magic for the future...
They hit a level of humanity that makes everybody at one with each other. It doesn't matter about this race thing, this age thing, I mean, everything else dropped out. The wonderful thing was, compared to the Hitler rallies that you see in the film that were used to a political purpose, here it was just the experience of the identity of everybody with everybody else.
I was carried away in a rapture. And so I am a Deadhead now..."
"The Deadheads are doing the dance of life and this I would say, is the answer to the atom bomb."
"I had a marvelous experience two nights ago. I was invited to a rock concert. ( laughter in the audience) I'd never seen one. This was a big hall in Berkeley and the rock group were the Grateful Dead, whose name, by the way, is from the Egyptian Book of the Dead. And these are very sophisticated boys. This was news to me.
Rock Music has never seemed that interesting to me. It's very simple and the beat is the same old thing. But when you see a room with 8000 young people for five hours going through it to the beat of these boys ... The genius of these musicians- these three guitars and two wild drummers in the back... The central guitar, Bob Weir, just controls this crowd and when you see 8000 kids all going up in the air together... Listen, this is powerful stuff! And what is it? The first thing I thought of was the Dionysian festivals, of course. This energy and these terrific instruments with electric things that zoom in... This is more than music. It turns something on in here (the heart?). And what it turns on is life energy. This is Dionysus talking through these kids. Now I've seen similar manifestations, but nothing as innocent as what I saw with this bunch. This was sheer innocence. And when the great beam of light would go over the crowd you' d see these marvelous young faces in sheer rapture- for five hours! Packed together like sardines! Eight thousand of them! Then there was an opening in the back with a series of panel windows and you look out and there's a whole bunch in another hall, dancing crazy. This is a wonderful fervent loss of self in the larger self of a homogeneous community. This is what it is all about!
It reminded me of Russian Easter. Down in New York we have a big Russian Cathedral. You go there on Russian Easter at midnight and you hear Kristos anesti! Christ is Risen! Christ is Risen! It's almost as good as a rock concert. (laughter) It has the same kind of life feel. When I was in Mexico City at the Cathedral of the Virgin of Guadeloupe, there it was again. In India, in Puri, at the temple of the Jagannath- that means the lord of the Moving World- the same damn thing again. It doesn't matter what the name of the God is, or whether its a rock group or a clergy. It's somehow hitting that chord of realization of the unity of God in you all, that's a terrific thing and it just blows the rest away."
this is the minestrone soup at greenlife grocery. it is hot and spicy and so full of vegetables it's almost nuts. on a cold day there's no beating it.
henry, i'm on my way, little bro.
it's a sad day over here. the vintage vantage death announcement was published this morning, announcing an everything must go liq...
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