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The Unfoldlings: Sick Bed
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Friday, 26 February 2010. The Sick Bed by H. Lessing. How do you feel when you're confined to bed by illness or incapacity? Do you thank goodness for the rest or does guilt eat into you, thinking of all those chores that you "should" be doing? Do you ever get feelings of powerlessness or frustration? How do you pass the hours from your sick bed? Sleeping, reading, watching TV, speaking on the phone, masturbating, eating? Do you get lonely? Have you ever been incapitated for any length of time? I had H1N1...
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The Unfoldlings: soporta tesremos
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Friday, 10 September 2010. Among comments received about The Unfoldlings previous post, Letter to a Soldier. Prince Able Pleasure said of Atropos. One of the Moirae:. That aud trollope. She turned up yer way back ontarmuv sum flash ferneeshun blowk,. Borrud me gert gert gert .gramfeez spankin new iron shears,thame only jus bin invent id, made sheerin a joy by all counts,beasts luvdum n awl. anyways,she took off, never gived un baak.bloody good tool,proper job,ope er put un t sum use. The Merchant, with r...
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The Unfoldlings: December 2009
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Tuesday, 29 December 2009. As children, my cousin J and I were always the 'naughty ones' and slightly older than our brothers, who we used to torment with practical jokes and what we thought were clever mindgames. Last New Year's Eve, my little cousin T (now 40) confessed to my old Partner-in-Crime that, in fact, it was he and my own brother who had painted the Ford Consul an unsightly shade of yellow and put the blame on us: we'd had nothing whatsoever to do with it! And who puts is there? Have you reme...
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The Unfoldlings: September 2010
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Friday, 10 September 2010. Among comments received about The Unfoldlings previous post, Letter to a Soldier. Prince Able Pleasure said of Atropos. One of the Moirae:. That aud trollope. She turned up yer way back ontarmuv sum flash ferneeshun blowk,. Borrud me gert gert gert .gramfeez spankin new iron shears,thame only jus bin invent id, made sheerin a joy by all counts,beasts luvdum n awl. anyways,she took off, never gived un baak.bloody good tool,proper job,ope er put un t sum use. The Merchant, with r...
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The Unfoldlings: Landscape
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Wednesday, 13 October 2010. The landscape is all around us. Whether we are in the country or the city it is always with us. How often do we think of it? How often do we even notice it? Whether we are aware of it or not, we are part of the landscape, and it is part of us. We have left our marks on each other. We carry the scars of innumerable encounters with each other. Are they product of our imagination alone, or did the landscape itself play a part in their creation? Is this suggestion of a collaborati...
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The Unfoldlings: High Dive
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Tuesday, 31 August 2010. The replies some of our Unfoldlings gave to the blog post Art for Art's Sake. May have faded into memory. But here are those paintings you hold closest to your heart, about to zing back to life:. 1 September 2010 at 02:35. And Cassatt are two of my favorites. Ive seen both of the paintings in person. Stunning. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). We are all Unfoldlings because we are amorphous. We are all Unfoldlings because the flower of the Human brain has many petals.
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The Unfoldlings: November 2009
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Sunday, 15 November 2009. Art for Art's Sake? Blond Bather - Auguste Renoir. She exudes youth and fecundity but also a certain wisdom. Is this her knowledge or does it belong to Renoir? The upturned mouth and the heaviness of her eyes suggest inevitability, an acceptance. To a child, she may be a mermaid. To a woman, hope. To a man, desire. Have you ever seen a work of art that you must step into? You become for a while entwined, inseparable? You live in that space for a few seconds, minutes, hours?
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docbec.com: February 2012
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Tuesday, 14 February 2012. Today I made final a decision that is set to change this journey we call Life for my 5-year old and me. We are now home-educating. After the Christmas break in Reception Year, I missed her so much and did some serious research into the possibilities of teaching her myself. What I discovered appealed to me but I knew that I was acting purely on emotion and decided to carry on with the 9-3 of mainstream schooling. Social interaction is, indeed, key and we are keen to join groups ...
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docbec.com: March 2011
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Monday, 28 March 2011. Doctor, Doctor, I think I'm invisible . Ross: I'm Doctor Ross Geller. Rachel: Ross, please, this is a hospital, ok? That actually means something here. Friends: The One Where Joey Speaks French. And, as a plus point, being a single mum, it comes in very handy when you have to tick the Status box on countless forms. No, not Miss, not Ms, not Mrs – DOCTOR! Saturday, 26 March 2011. The electoral register, followed by a fortitude to write to him, had been the only tools necessary to br...
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docbec.com: The Night Bus
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She was left-handed. That’s the first thing I knew about her. Then I learned that she had green eyes and that she’d killed a man. She told me this on the N36 from Trafalgar Square to New Cross, the second leg of my journey home from Kensal Rise, where I’d earlier buried my Grandfather. I hadn’t done it personally, you understand, but the pain was as great as though I had. She asked if I was alright. I told her and she stopped writing. 8220;What did he die of? 8221; she asked. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
